East 8th District Standard Time: 3 p.m. on May 29.

Location: South China Sea meeting point.

Tang Hong, who was dressed in cyan cloth, looked at Fang Nanxun and cast an inquiring gaze.

And so on. ”

Fang Nanxun opened his eyes, stared at Tang Hong, and glanced at Dr. Sang, who was holding a red candle in his hand: "The doctor said that he would wait for all the staff to gather before deciding, so there is no hurry." ”

Hear the words.

Tang Hong sat silently next to him, looking down at the space, and time gradually passed.

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Knowing that there are tigers in the mountains, he prefers to go to the tiger mountains - the transcendent truth.

......

Within the territory of Huaguo, the East Sixth Ring Road of the Imperial Metropolitan City.

"Ding!"

The news of the collection has arrived.

In the middle of summer this year, it finally came, and Wu Ershi walked to the closet.

Picking and choosing, he found the light gray transcendent special combat uniform worn by Chu Cheng Chao Extraordinary, and after receiving the registration number, he wore the light gray transcendent special combat uniform that he wore for the first time in his life, and the combat uniform was tattered and full of patches.

"Thirty-two patches in total. ”

Wu Ershi picked up the clothes, looked left and right, how to look at how satisfied, counted the number of patches, and gently shook the clothes, shaking off the dust, as if he also shook off the unknown burden.

Gentle movements, gentle eyes, just like the loving eyes of an old couple like glue.

A look of remembrance flashed in his eyes.

That year, not long after the birth of the transcendent, the official also distributed exclusive combat uniforms.

Later, it turned out that the dress was useless, but now he looked very serious and behaved solemnly.

"I put it on again and set off again. ”

Wu Ershi muttered to himself, crossed the threshold, and embarked on a journey.

He felt lucky.

At least more fortunate than Li Xuekong, a comrade on the battlefield, an old friend, and a friend of Mo Rebellion: "If I don't go back, I will die in this battle, and I will die in front of the real gods." ”

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There is no road ahead, so there is a way - the transcendent truth.

......

In the territory of Huaguo, the west of the Sichuan-Shu sub-district, the top of the continuous snow-capped mountains.

"Ding!"

The movers, who received the news, boarded the plane.

Before leaving, she picked up the white snow and sat in the cabin, hexagonal snowflakes flying around her.

But the cabin is warm.

The snow soon melted into water, turning into droplets suspended in the air, surrounding the body of the mountain mover.

She has taken the ultimate artifact twice and now has five elements of sanctification. In this aspect alone, she can defeat Tang Hong with her conceited hands, but the resistance to the gods is not whether the strength is strong, but faith, the will to transcend the sainthood.

No matter how strong a human being is who only knows brute strength, he can't compete with the gods of another space.

She sent a chattering text message to her son Sui Shuxiang, explaining a lot of things, from food, clothing, housing, transportation and hobbies, to major life events, such as getting married and having a son.

Sui Shuxiang replied: "Mom, come on." ”

"Yes, we'll do our best. ”

The mountain mover replied with a trembling type, his fingers trembling.

The other side.

I don't know what's going on, Sui Shuxiang always has some bad premonitions, his heart is heavy, his head is dizzy, and he is so nervous that his heart is beating straight.

It's an incredible thing for a standard transcendent.

He said uneasily: "Mom, you remember to go home!!!We talked about it, I told you in advance, I will emphasize it again, I will beat and scold the poor when I give birth to a son, only give one meal a day, give birth to a daughter to double the pampering, buy new clothes and toys every day...... Don't you like your grandson, and you don't want your grandson to be abused by your son. ”

The mountain movers were also speechless.

She was helpless: "My grandchildren like it." ”

Sui Shuxiang: "There shouldn't be too many extraordinary saints who can be grandparents, really." ”

After all, transcendents live short.

Initiates are remarkable and live to be in their fifties.

"Yes. ”

The mountain mover looked down at the mobile phone screen, his left hand closed little by little, his five fingers were forced, clenched into a fist, only to hear the crisp sound of chirping, the mobile phone was twisted and deformed and then cracked inch by inch, the crunching LCD glass began to burst, and the internal electronic components were also destroyed.

The edges of the screen cracked.

It seems to be folded in half, the left side is next to the right, and the middle of the phone is concave.

Facts have proved that the special mobile phones for the transcendents issued by the Chinese government are fragile and as papier-mâché in the face of the saints.

Click!

The mountain mover folded his fingers, clenched his left fist, and popped his phone.

This time, there is no going back, and her name is on the list of suicide attack plans.

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Some go to heaven, some go to hell, and we will remain on earth forever.

......

The United States/Jian/Country/Border/Interior.

Somewhere in a prison in California.

A burly, muscular middle-aged man with green eyes walks into the prison and slaughters criminals he considers guilty, whose crimes are so serious that they have not been sentenced to death.

A moment later.

He walked out of this prison.

His fists were bleeding, human blood, but not transcendent blood.

At the entrance of the prison, on top of a helicopter, X:II., dressed in a western cowboy suit, stared at the burly man's dark green pupils, as if symbolizing evil, the insanity of all inhibitions was terrifying, and the strong and pungent smell of blood made people frightened at the sight.

The burly man is none other than X:III.

X:II. said, "The third, you have no right to do so!"

Although the United States has not abolished the death penalty, there are few areas where the death penalty is actually implemented.

The burly man's tone was cold and ruthless, and his Chinese pronunciation was standard: "Judgmental killing makes me happy." Before the battle, I will be stronger, and I will be strong in faith. ”

Mei/Jian/Guo X:III., replaced by Chinese, that is, the third extraordinary genius, the real ferocious and furious, many people call it the killing demon - in addition to killing a venerable space god, he also has a hobby, trial lynching!

It's like a superhero in an American blockbuster.

It's just that he won't hand over the criminals to the local police/procuratorate/bureau, and he will either be killed on the spot or maimed as a crime.

X:II. disagrees: "You are blatantly trampling on the law, and it is only right that good and evil should be left to the judges." ”

"Let's go. ”

X: III. stared at him with dark green eyes.

X: II. was silent for a moment, not saying anything more. He was suddenly a little worried about the changes that would be brought about by the transcendent public, and the transcendent sanctification adhered to all kinds of first beliefs, which could not be defined by simple good and evil.

But it's too early to think about that.

"Sang. ”

"What is he going to do? "X:II. is extremely sharp-minded, but he can't guess how to fight this double catastrophe.

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Everyone is their own God, and human beings can only save themselves.

......

Western European No.2 held a Bible in his hand and read it in a low voice.

Before leaving.

He continued to be a pastor, enlightened a few lost lambs, listened to the confessions of a few wicked people, persuaded a few unbelievers, and immediately went to the meeting point in the East China Sea.

He saw himself as the reincarnation of Christ.

Extreme beliefs produce extreme lethality.

......

The Ice and Snow Sage of Russia, Pastelpako, bid farewell to his newborn son.

......

The Elephant Sage of Tianzhu Kingdom, Tripatti, said goodbye to the baby elephant he had raised for more than two years.

......

Abram, an African theater saint, just stood on a cliff, sat quietly for a while, ate an imported Mengniu ice cream and set off.

......

Ferenrique, a South American theater Saint, called his family and friends and left on a special plane.

......

In fact.

It's quite a waste of time to assemble all hands on.

According to the proposals, the most efficient plan should be to allocate in advance, with the southern hemisphere initiates going to the southern hemisphere holocaust and the northern hemisphere sanctifying places going to the northern hemisphere sanctification, with minor adjustments if necessary.

This can greatly save time, better regulate the physical and mental state, and fully prepare.

But Dr. Sang refused.

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At 6:39 p.m. in the East 8th District Standard Time, the South China Sea assembly point completed the gathering of participants from all over the world, including transcendent initiation and peak advisors as the core main combat force, as well as professionals in related fields.

All on one island.

The scene fell silent.

Tang Hong stood next to Fang Nanxun, glanced at the participants in all directions, and secretly smacked his tongue: "There are so many white people." There were 300 people in the room, and about 50 percent were white. ”

"That's right. ”

"Whites make up fifty-four percent of the world's population. ”

While thinking and observing, Tang Hong suddenly met a pair of dark green eyes, and suddenly felt that the cruel tyrannical strong killing intent exuded a huge threat, as if the hallucinatory picture of the corpse mountain and the sea of blood flashed in front of his eyes.

Exactly X:III.

He stood with the American/Strong/Japanese fighters.

"Hi, Godslayer. ”

His face stiffened, but he squeezed out a rare smile and waved at Tang Hong.

Not to mention X:III.

The No.2 in Western Europe and the rest of the geniuses who entered the sainthood, and all the saints who entered the sainthood were all observing Tang Hong. It is said that this god killer is expected to be comparable to the first day of the year, and the sages more or less conveyed a signal of goodwill, as if Tang Hong was regarded as a star of hope.

Although it was the first time they met, there was no vulgar drama of provocation, let alone questioning.

Those who are present, there are simply no weak people who are qualified to participate in this catastrophe war!

The great achievements are there!

How many god wars have been fought and how many gods have been killed is the best proof of this.

Again.

At the moment of the catastrophe, even if there is a competitive mind, it is dispelled - extraordinary people rarely compare, and the birth of every extraordinary powerhouse, every genius is the gospel of mankind.

Everyone was happy to see that the seventh-day genius god killers of Huaguo became stronger and stronger.

......

"It's a pity. ”

"There is not enough time, too little, and he has only stepped into the transcendent world for a little more than a year. Western European No.2 expressed deep regret, retracted his scrutinizing gaze, and pondered: "The God Slayer is a cut better than the God Slayer, far inferior to us. It would be nice if we could give Tang Hong another year, maybe this catastrophe wouldn't need us at all. ”

According to the thinking and habitual views of normal people, all geniuses should underestimate Tang Hong, either despising or agreeing with it, but they are also condescending, just like the elders commenting on the juniors.

In fact, it's quite the opposite.

The geniuses overestimated Tang Hong as much as possible, and when they saw themselves, they found that they were indeed overestimated.

It's inevitable to be disappointed......

Sighing secretly......

The geniuses sensed that Tang Hong had not yet completely entered the sainthood for the time being.

Sunset over the island.

The sultry sea breeze blows.

Fang Nanxun transmitted: "Do you feel that you are much worse than a genius entering the sainthood?"

"Many. ”

Tang Hong Zhengse responded: "I am not a little bit different from a genius to enter the sainthood, but there must be a big section. Rao is proud of the fusion of beliefs, I am afraid that it is not as good as a real genius to enter the sainthood, but it has reduced Tang Hong's psychological pressure a lot.

He is tall, but he is by no means the highest, and there is a genius in front of him to carry it.

Although it is not appropriate to think so......

But I was really relieved......

Tang Hong wiped the fine sweat on his forehead twice, and his extremely nervous mind was relieved: "It's time, right? The participants have arrived, where is the doctor?"

"I don't know. ”

Fang Nanxun glanced around and frowned.

......

Less.

Just when everyone was confused.

"Ahem. ”

Dr. Sang stepped out of the door of a special plane dedicated to transporting combatants.

Everyone looked at each other.

Nearly three hundred pairs of eyes were focused on Dr. Sang.

All over the world, all major war zones, at this moment, the south and the north of the world converged.

There are different skin tones, cultures and languages, and even the style of dressing. Of course, everyone will be dressed uniformly when entering the war to avoid accidental damage from a wide range of technological weapons.

At this moment, there were different expressions, some surprised, some confused, and some inquiring, focusing on Dr. Sang's left palm.

He held a crystal ball, and a red candle was lit inside the crystal ball, and the flaming red candle light flickered twice from time to time on Dr. Sang's face, making his tired face a little ruddy, and his dark pupils seemed to be dancing with clusters of blazing flames.

"Ahem. ”

Dr. Sang bent over and coughed, his face turned pale, and then regained his rosiness.

He carried a twenty-four-inch alloy box, squatted down and opened the box, and inside the box, there were eleven gold-red semi-finished injections, neatly and neatly.

"Eleven geniuses are invited to come to my side. ”

Dr. Sang said loudly.

The second day, the third day, the fourth, fifth, and sixth, the United States/Jian, the country, X:II., X:III., X:IV., and the No.2, No.3, and No.4 in Western Europe, a total of eleven true geniuses looked at each other in the air, and the next moment appeared beside Dr. Sang.

Teleportation-like speed!

Everyone is accustomed to it, their faces do not change, but their hearts are faintly excited.

Morale, fighting spirit, all raised - you must know that eleven geniuses entered the Holy to participate in the battle, and their role and strength are incomparable.

"Everyone. ”

Dr. Sang's fiery gaze swept over the geniuses who had entered the sainthood, the corners of his mouth raised, and he said softly: "All the staff will assemble in the South China Sea...... It is because these potions must be manufactured on-site and configured according to each of your physical data. ”

Xu Xian smiled: "At the moment of the big war, you are going to inject us with stimulant drugs." ”

"No, there is no effect on the human body. Dr. Sang pushed the silver-rimmed frame: "After the injection, as long as your blood is injected into the divine body, it means that the first step towards success has been taken." ”

Western European No.2 asked, "Can you hurt the divine body?"

"No, you can't. ”

"That would weaken the gods' divine powers, divine breath, or divine might?"

"No, you can't. ”

"What's the use of that?"

"In the middle of summer this year, there is only one way for us to win. ”

......

The sun sets, the sky gets dark, and the island falls silent.

No more birds and cicadas,

The sound of the waves crashing on the shore also weakened,

It's as if this island has been reduced to a place of death!

The indescribable heaviness, oppression, and infinity of darkness almost crushed everyone's hearts, and the strange atmosphere shrouded a radius of thousands of meters, and it was vaguely visible that there were planes flashing warning lights in the dim sky.

The plane was gone, disappearing into the sky, until it was no longer visible.

"Here we go. ”

Everyone watched as the catastrophic plane transporting eleven geniuses disappeared from view.

The Saints are calm.

The pioneer transcendent frowned, not understanding why it was so distributed, and actually sent eleven geniuses to the southern hemisphere battlefield - this meant that there was no genius in the northern hemisphere to participate in the sainthood, and he was inevitably a little apprehensive.

"Let's go too!"

Dr. Sang gave the order and walked towards Tang Hong, with a smile on his face: "All geniuses enter the Holy Saint and go to the Southern Hemisphere Catastrophe Passage, and we are in charge of the Northern Hemisphere Catastrophe Passage...... The battlefield in the northern hemisphere is your strongest, do you have anything to say? ”

Tang Hong glared: "I can't fight against the true gods of the other space. ”

Dr. Sang nodded and said casually, "The northern hemisphere is not descending from the real gods, and the passages are of different sizes, so it is easy to tell. ”

Tang Hong scratched his head: "How about you leave a genius for us to enter the sainthood." ”

Side.

Fang Nanxun's blonde hair fluttered, and a bitter smile appeared in his eyes: "It's better to concentrate your firepower, win the battlefield here in the northern hemisphere first, and then go to the southern hemisphere together to find that true god." ”

"You ......"

Dr. Sang had a strange expression, looked at Fang Nanxun, and then at Tang Hong: "Do you think that more than thirty saint entrants plus the existing scientific and technological weapons can create miracles? The premise of a miracle is that the probability is not zero...... Let's go, time is running out. ”

He looked at the top of his left palm, and inside the crystal ball, the red candle burned slowly.

......

Soon.

Everyone boarded a special plane and set off for the location of the Holocaust Passage in the Northern Hemisphere.

The Saint Immortal stared at the red candle, and the soft candlelight shone on Dr. Sang's face: "What's so special about this candle?"

He believed that Dr. Sang was holding a crystal ball with a red candle in it when he was about to fight, which definitely had a deep meaning.

Wu Ershi also turned his head and looked at it twice: "Doctor, you are ......"

"Please call me Sangsheng. ”

Dr. Sang said with a gloomy face, "I have never felt so good, and a lot of memories are swirling in my mind. ”

Only when he lit the red candle could he not forget the Heaven-level files, which was the best state for Dr. Sang.

......

Governments of various countries have held meetings one after another, and each of them has a pioneer transcendent in charge to prevent the collapse of people's psychological defenses.

......

Research institutes in various countries have connected satellites to synchronize the real-time situation of the two major catastrophe battlefields and prepare countermeasures in the event of war.

......

The world's military power is divided into two parts.

However, time was pressing, and strategic-class weapons such as aircraft carriers could not arrive in time, and the preparations before the catastrophe were cut in part.

Fortunately, there are multiple plans, and the impact is not large.

At least it's okay to detonate a hydrogen shaft bomb.

Humanity will greet the true gods of the other dimension with the most lethal weapons on the surface.

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Within the territory of China.

Central Council.

The white-haired old man suddenly spoke up and interrupted the arguing crowd.

"Everyone. ”

"Summer has started this year. ”

As soon as the words were spoken, everyone was silent, and then the whole audience boiled like a fryer, or slapped the table and shouted, or pulled their necks to protest, one by one in disbelief.

It's like a huge meteorite smashing into the Yangtze River!

No one expected that the midsummer time would be so much earlier!

"Silence. ”

Yu Ming, who was in the corner of the meeting, stood up.

......

Within the territory of China.

Sixteen transcendent divisions, the headquarters of civil institutions gather transcendentals, and the golden red that has the hope of breaking through the transcendent are also granted permission to watch the battle.

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East 8th District Standard Time, 9:44 p.m.

Location: Southern Hemisphere.

Coordinates: S50°30′48.34" S E101°57′11.25" E.

On the map, it sits on the lower left of Australia, below the Indian Ocean, and above Antarctica, surrounded by vast oceans.

The rift in the different spaces has fused.

The temporary colorful channel manifests little by little.

"It's here. ”

The eleven geniuses got up at the moment of entering the sainthood, like meteors cutting through the night and falling to the other side of the sea.

A large number of warplanes hovered in the sky,

A large number of warships converge at sea level,

Artificial satellites monitor the status of the colorful channel at all times.

At present, the most advanced scientific and technological weapons of mankind are either ready to be launched, or they are delivered halfway.

Airplanes!

A pillar of golden light gushed out from the depths of the passage through the starry sky of heaven and earth!!

"Ladies and gentlemen. ”

"I only have a sword. On the third day, the long black hair moved without wind, and I saw her approaching the passage of colorful glass step by step: "I waited for 1,800 days and nights, just for this sword." ”

She faced the seven-colored passage above the five hundred meters in the air, exuding divine fluctuations, and the golden pillar of light shot from the inside of the passage to the azure sea, and it was a true god of another space who began to descend.

She took a step,

The left arm, which is always behind the back, slowly spreads,

From childhood to adulthood, from birth to adulthood, the slender and well-proportioned fair-skinned and slender palm with great beauty has long lost its five-finger form, and the entire front end of the left arm has been cast into a sword by faith, as if the flesh and blood that has been tempered for thousands of times has melted into a sword.

The first belief, the high-grade sequence, a sword to break through the different space.

Forge a sword with will and faith!

Raise a sword with flesh and blood!

"Draw your sword. ”

On the third day, he pulled out his left arm, and at this moment, the endless sword intent was full of heaven, lighting up the night.

Bang!!

The mighty sword intent takes her as the center of the circle, presenting an overwhelming trend!

Knort!!

There seemed to be a heavy sword reverberation, and the colorful passage of the different space was still shining with sacredness, and it was only on the third day that he flew over with his head down.