explode!
explode!
explode!
When the rain gradually subsided at night, a faint light shone through the cloudy sky.
The gray and thin sun enveloped this dilapidated town with a lifeless air.
Hundreds of Demon Sect disciples were squatting in the square in the center of the town with pale faces, like sugar cane that had been chewed dry.
Most of the monsters that plundered in the dark have receded, making it difficult to find their traces.
And those strange things that lasted all night, the 'portals' through time and space, all subsided as the darkness receded.
Feng Yuzhang knelt at the door of a room, buried his head deeply in his arms, and his body trembled like convulsions from time to time.
He is the one who travels through time and space the most among all the disciples of the Demon Sect. He traveled through time and space a total of seven times in one night.
And once you go to the 'past', you usually stay in the past for about five days.
Such a time difference is of course the result of Ke Xiaoliang deliberately adjusting the flow of time.
From the comparison of different times, the feeling of traveling through time and space is made more realistic.
Looking at these Demon Sect disciples who seemed to have been drained dry, Ke Xiaoliang smiled broadly as he looked at the data panel in front of him.
No need to look at other content.
Just for the magic value line, the balance is eye-catching and eye-catching: 5,289,412 points.
It was enough to cheer up Ke Xiaoliang and make him feel comfortable.
"Sure enough, the creator's happiness is to make the players depressed. Although after traveling through time and space more times, the disciples of the Demon Sect have a certain degree of resistance to the power of nuclear bomb explosions. But from another perspective, they have a certain resistance to the residents of the town. , but they all have deeper emotions for the beautiful life in the small town. When everything is irreversible and all the familiar things disappear quickly in front of your eyes, the strong impact, regret, and regret will also Let them squeeze out a lot of magic value. One decreases and the other increases...continue to make blood."
Thinking of this, Ke Xiaoliang suddenly felt a little regretful.
"It's a pity that I am not a righteous disciple, and these methods are not used on righteous disciples. Otherwise, the effect should be better. After all, the Demon Sect believes in the wolf culture, and although the disciples are not all They have completely lost their humanity, but after all, they are used to cruelty and loss. The setbacks and losses in some aspects are not too strong a blow to them."
"But it's fast! As long as those ten righteous disciples are here, more righteous disciples will join in a steady stream."
"I can use the same trick on the righteous disciples again."
"So, I have to make adjustments to the plan. The original plan was to advance the main plot after cutting this crop. Now we have to cultivate the righteous monks and let them add people as soon as possible. In terms of plot advancement, we have to wait for them. . If good and evil are competing, I can reduce the reward as appropriate. They will be more active because they are in opposition to each other." Ke Xiaoliang made his own calculation.
"In this case... a small plot that was originally placed at the back can now be brought forward a little bit. We cannot let these Demon Sect disciples idle, and we must clear them out through this small plot. Let them know that the righteous monks Still staying in this world will put pressure on them." Ke Xiaoliang made a judgment.
At the edge of the small world, a small convoy began to appear suddenly, and then moved quickly towards the town.
In the small town, Murong Yunting gathered all the disciples who were downcast, with wandering eyes, and in a trance, and then he suppressed a big yawn.
"My spirit was severely damaged. Fortunately, it was dawn, otherwise... it would not have ended well." Murong Yunting felt a little happy at the moment. At the same time, she inexplicably thought of the person who was stabbed to death by him with a table knife during the last time travel. Small town math teacher.
Although with the mature thinking of a monk who has lived for hundreds of years, he knew that the teacher was indeed not a bad person, but... Murong Yunting still had to curse deep in his heart... That was really a being comparable to the Demon Lord.
Murong Yunting still feels frightened when she thinks of those terrible mathematical problems.
He didn't know if it was an illusion, but he always felt that the math teacher was 'monitoring' him, always appearing around him by 'coincidence', and giving him homework.
The ground suddenly began to shake slightly.
Murong Yunting frowned.
Then he shouted: "Be alert!"
Many Demon Sect disciples picked up their improvised weapons and took their positions.
Even though he was mentally exhausted, he still showed good training at this time.
Outside the town, a total of five tall, rough, but modified muscle cars that looked like a fortress were approaching in a row.
"It's a car!"
"There are still living people in this world? Or are they the original residents of the town?" Some of the Demon Sect disciples were looking forward to it and couldn't help but think.
Feng Yuzhang, who had a gloomy expression and dark eyes, now had a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
Even though Hathaway was repeatedly wiped out in front of his eyes, he still had expectations, looking forward to a miracle.
After all, there is a 'god' in this world, and he is the legendary 'omnipotent' god, right?
Five muscle cars were lined up and parked outside the town.
The atmosphere became a little weird and stiff.
Suddenly, a long barrel stretched out from a strange muscle car.
The barrel was aimed at the town, spitting out tongues of fire.
boom!
A building on the edge of the town was destroyed by a direct explosion.
The familiar sound of explosions was reduced countless times compared to what it looked like in 'memory'.
All the Demon Sect disciples shook their bodies subconsciously.
"Someone wants to destroy the town, we must defend it." Murong Yunting reacted quickly.
Regardless of any emotion.
This small town alone can transport people to the end of the world through special energy entanglement, which is enough to prove the preciousness of this place.
After all, some information that can be easily obtained before the end of the world may be lost after the end of the world.
Out of interests, Murong Yunting would never allow this town to be destroyed.
"Separate fifty people, form ten teams of double-teams, and kill them for me! No matter who it is... don't even think about destroying this town." Murong Yunting was wearing a floral skirt and shook her head. The braid put his hands on his hips and growled.
In the little loli's sharp voice.
The fifty Demon Sect disciples quickly divided into ten groups and rushed toward the five muscle cars from different directions.
While running quickly, they collected available materials at hand and used hidden weapons to throw various objects that could be used as weapons at the five vehicles.
It's a pity that they don't have enough strength.
As a result, these "hidden weapons" with excellent accuracy but insufficient strength either fell to the ground due to exhaustion halfway, or weakly hit the iron mesh outside the muscle car without damaging the vehicle at all.
The driver of the muscle car seemed to be shocked by the sudden attack.
The artillery fire paused for a moment.
Then five vehicles opened fire at the same time, and more ferocious firepower poured out like a land-wash.
