Chapter 185: Burning Clouds

Thor and the Blood Emperor were scorched, without a drop of blood, like four stones piled there.

The aroma of roasted meat was in the air.

The fire sword several feet long hung above Qingqing's head, and the red flames made the sound of hunting under the blowing of the morning wind.

With one sword, as long as one sword, the god of war in the West, Thor, and the eldest son of the blood ancestor Cain both fell under this sword.

The Blood Emperor, one person under ten thousand people, and the human blood he has sucked in his life is comparable to the Roosevelt Reservoir.

Thor, the god of war in the Western God Realm and the patron saint of the West, has also fallen here.

What made everyone unacceptable was that the opponent turned out to be a child who was only five or six years old.

The huge gap is unacceptable to Western believers, while the majority of the American population is just the opposite.

Seeing the high Divine Thunder and the Blood Emperor die at the hands of a five- or six-year-old child, they all cheered.

"Oh my God, can anyone tell me who that little boy is, he's so cute. ”

"yes, if nothing else, I really want to adopt. ”

At the Queens bar, drinking buddies gathered in the bar and cheered enthusiastically.

They are all drinking, basically gangsters, and they have nothing to do with the death of the Blood Emperor and Thor.

"Great, I should have killed the two of them a long time ago, okay, who knows what the little boy's name is?" In the morning, as usual, there shouldn't be so many people in the bar at this time, but due to what happened in Area 51, everyone arrived early today, and came to the bar one after another, watching TV and discussing with the usual drinking friends.

This is Oliver's territory in Queens, one of the safest gangster territories, and no one dares to make trouble here, so they can spend here with peace of mind.

A black guy who was a little bit of a boss said to a drinking friend next to him, "Sue ...... Tell you, that little boy is the nephew of our gang boss...... Nephew. ”

"Mike, you're drunk. "You're a gangster, you're an Asian yellow person, and you have a fart relationship, so don't mess around.

Everyone knows that after today, these two people are definitely famous, who doesn't want to have something to do with them, but I didn't expect this Mike to be so fast.

"I ...... I'm not drunk, what I said is true, don't believe it, then, that adult is our Huang Lao...... Greatly. Mike said.

"Yes, you're not drunk, you just want to sleep. "If that young man is your boss, then I'm still your daddy.

No matter what Mike says, everyone thinks he's just drunk.

On the surface, the gangsters in Queens have only Oliver as the boss on the surface, and Huang Zhenghua is just the big hand behind him, and everyone must not know.

District 51 Command.

"Oh God!" The footage captured from dozens of camera lenses converged in front of the display screen of the general headquarters, and the middle-aged commander saw Qingqing slash down the Thor and the Blood Emperor with a sword, and he pulled his hair and couldn't believe what was happening in front of him.

These two people have a very high status related to the demon world in the Western God Realm, one is the eldest son of the blood ancestor Cain, who has a lifespan of thousands of years, and no one has ever been able to kill him, but today he died in the hands of this hairy boy.

And the divine thunder is even more amazing.

Shenlei is the protector of the Western God Realm, the Western God of War, the hammer of Thor in his hand is huge, and at the same time can trigger lightning in the sky, so to speak, no one can withstand Thor's hammer, no one.

If it weren't for the very high status of Area 51, these two great gods would not be able to be invited.

This time, for the Huiyan Dan in Huang Zhenghua's hands, the three parties promised that after getting the formula and manufacturing method, the three parties would jointly set up a manufacturing factory, and the Huiyan Dan manufactured would be divided equally among the three parties.

Hui Yan Dan may bring people back to the miraculous effects of the age of twenty, and now the market price has reached $1.5 billion, and it is priceless.

Pfizer, as the only distributor designated by Huang Zhenghua, only has six tablets per year, and the remaining gap is huge.

I thought that I could make a fortune after getting the production method.

Unexpectedly, Huang Zhenghua not only did not die, but also brought back a child who was on fire, and the fire sword above his head split the two Western gods in half with one move.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged commander-in-chief took the microphone in front of the computer and said, "Listen, everyone, use the weapons in your hands to kill him!"

"Listen, it's everyone!"

"Fire!"

Several missiles on the ground were being prepared to be launched high and upright, and in the sky, more than a dozen fifth-generation aircraft roared over the heads of Huang Zhenghua's uncle and nephew.

The nearest one was a dozen Black Hawk helicopters carrying genetic warriors, and they were parked between the two of them.

"Come closer!" roared the captain of one of the genetic warriors on the Black Hawk helicopter.

Everyone tightened the weapons in their hands, as long as the other party was within range, they would fire green liquid bombs, and when the time came, we still had the final say.

I'm not like Thor, the two fools who stood there and let him split.

The driver heard the roars of these terrifying genetic warriors behind him, so he had no choice but to lean towards Huang Zhenghua's uncle and nephew.

In the void, Qing Qing in the raging flames, standing on the flying sword, saw the approaching Black Hawk helicopter, the genetic warriors were holding green liquid weapons in their hands, and their brows were tightened.

Qingqing had heard Huang Zhenghua talk about the genetic warrior in front of him, and knew that the main reason for his uncle's injury last time was these green liquor weapons in the hands of these people in front of him.

"Burning clouds!"

Qingqing's hands gathered on his brows, and he roared, and at the same time, his fiery red eyes opened, and in the sky where his divine sense passed, the Black Hawk helicopter in front of him, the fifth-generation aircraft that swept by, and the missile vehicle on the ground suddenly burst into flames.

It's as if someone is lighting it at the same time.

Fire burns the clouds. The second level of the Burning Heaven Scroll, as long as the sky swept by the divine sense, it will be ignited by the spiritual fire at the same time.

As the fire attribute of the Heavenly Spirit Root, the spiritual fire in Qingqing's body is more pure and powerful because it is a single spirit root, and he is already a Jindan cultivator, and the fire cloud that is cast at this time is equivalent to the temperature of the sun's surface.

In an instant, in the area of Area 51, the vertical missile launcher was melting at a speed visible to the naked eye, and then exploded with a bang, and several of the several canisters that were ejecting from it also exploded in the sky.

There was a sea of fire over Area 51, and the roaring fifth-generation aircraft drilled into the sea of fire in front of them, and exploded at this high temperature.

As a result, a steady stream of explosions occurred in the surface sky of Area 51 at the same time.

The scene was filmed by a photojournalist outside at the same time, and it was broadcast live at the time.

The reporters outside were set up by Huang Zhenghua, but they were not hurt.

"Qingqing, you are playing here, I will go down to save your brother and them. ”

"Remember what I just said. Huang Zhenghua said.

"Well, uncle, go ahead, I remember, except for the reporter, no one in District 51 remains. ”