What kind of world is this? What Lin Kunkun saw was the towering mountain peak, the solid loess surface, as if it had been pressed by an inch, but this mountain peak, one mountain peak after another, was no longer complete. Some of the peaks have disappeared, others have been cut off by the waist, and the tips of the collapsed peaks lie between the two peaks, mottled with countless wounds. Although some of the peaks are still complete, there is no trace of completeness on the mountain, criss-crossing ravines, one by one like cracks cut by knives and axes, and they are dotted and decorated in a disorderly manner. The traces of the burning fire, the broken vegetation, the traces of cold freezing, the destruction of living things, shattering into pieces after pieces.

And over the flat earth there are ditches. It's like an abyss, like the width between two cliffs. The land is ruined and broken, some are deep pits, some are staggered. And then there's the fault after the earthquake, the cracks that stretch like spider webs. Countless fragments, fabrics, weapons. What kind of world is this? This is simply a battlefield, a battlefield that should not be on earth at all. What kind of people can cause such damage, and what kind of people can withstand such an attack?

Howling, moaning, crying, laughing. I really don't know what people will become in such a battlefield? Devils? Angels? Or killing machines, demons of destruction? Lin Kunkun didn't know, he was terrified, his heart was broken, and his soul was scattered. If he had been told that he would be so frightened when he saw a certain sight, he would have scoffed, but now, now he believed it. This scene made him feel as if he was in an endless hell, which was different from the hell of Huangquan, which was brutal and unjustified. Here, it was as if he saw that the compassionate Buddha was tearing off a person's hands and feet at once, devouring his flesh and skin. Here, he seemed to see that the immortal who saved the suffering lost his graceful demeanor, and fiercely slashed the long sword in his hand on a person's body, splashing blood, staining his face hideously and terrifyingly. Here, it was as if he had seen the delicate women, the skinny children, and the widowed old men, all turned into murderous thugs, cruel and bloody in every way......

Before Lin Kunkun could recover from such a shock, it was like a divine soldier descending from the sky. I don't know when or where. His enemy appeared, as if it were a fateful enemy. One, two, three...... One Hundred ...... Countless enemies suddenly appeared like this, and one by one, with red eyes, rushed towards Lin Kunkun......

If any cultivator in the Dao Treasure World saw what they were wearing, they would definitely be surprised and confused. But Lin Kunkun saw their identities at once, and even dealt with these people personally. It was a samurai in silver armor, with a white-haired horse beneath him, urging the horn of the charge. Each of them had a long sword pinned to his waist, but in his hand was a long, cone-like spear. They were holding their spears flat, carrying the endless power of their war horses, and they were howling and charging towards Lin Kun. The ravine, the flatness, the cracks, were no different to the horses under them, and they couldn't slow down even the slightest.

The samurai were followed by men in white robes, blonde and blue-eyed. Their bodies floated dozens of centimeters above the ground, as if they had no weight, and they were carried forward by the strong gale brought by the war horses, and the speed of their movement was not weaker than that of the running samurai. In their hands, they each held a short half-length stick, and the tip of the stick shimmered with various colors.

They were led by a tall young man, dressed like the white-robed men, but slightly different. It looks more gorgeous and elegant, and the white robe has various colors of gold embroidered patterns. He wore a crown of golden color, which was finely woven as if it had been cemented with gold thread. In his hand was a staff almost as tall as him, and on top of it was a huge jewel. Compared with the similar staff that Lin Kunqi had seen before, the staff in the man's hand was much simpler, but it was much more precious!

This is a person from the Holy See, before the words in Lin Kunkun's heart were called out through his mouth, a clear voice had already sounded in the void, replacing what he wanted to say!

"My Son Jehovah!" was just that, and after naming the other party's identity, there was no sound at all. It seemed to be Lin Kunyan's hallucination, and just when Lin Kunyan was stunned, the man had already approached with countless people behind him!

Although Lin Kunyan felt that there was infinite power in his body, the amount that he had lost after the serious injury had already returned. But he still didn't want to face this group of enemies, whether they were strong or weak, all he wanted was to escape.

But as if he knew what he was thinking, the leading man, the so-called Yahweh, waved his hand violently. Another group of people appeared out of thin air, and in this way, the place where Lin Kunyan was located was completely surrounded by them. It was like an ant in an ant nest, and the densely moving figures made Lin Kunyan, a person who did not have a phobia of denseness, tingle his scalp for no reason.

Even if he didn't want to, he had to do it! Because there was no place for him to hide, even in the void, those divine dragons that had been circulated in Western society began to appear inexplicably, that is, mutant lizards! Lin Kunkun had always thought that only the divine dragons of Huaxia could be called divine dragons, and those with two big wings and a big belly were just mutant lizards at best!

The battle unfolded without suspense! For Lin Kunkun, this was a one-sided massacre. He is ruthless, hoping to make these people retreat through blood and cruelty. But the other party is like he is unconscious, one after the other, and there is an endless stream.

These people are just acquired cultivation, and the strongest are just innate. Lin Kunyan didn't even need a little strength to deal with them, killing them was like reaching out to pick a flower. However, although it is easy to pick flowers, if you pick too much, you will also feel that your hands are sore! Lin Kunkun is like this now, killing people until his hands are weak, and every time he stretches out a punch, hundreds of people are killed. But they seemed to have no limit to their numbers, and no matter how much they killed, they didn't see any reduction in numbers......

Gradually, Lin Kunyan also felt that something was wrong. I killed so many myself, but why didn't I have a single corpse......

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(Tianjin)