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Chen Yuan waved his sleeves, and a big cyan hand suddenly appeared, covering a radius of twenty zhang, and grabbed the thrown golden gun.

The power of the earth-cracking landslide was suddenly frustrated, the spear was captured, and the Quetzalcoatl God was suddenly shocked.

These two people are also masters?!

He was a little crazy, from his distant hometown to the other side of the boundless sea, spanning thousands of miles, he thought that his realm was already invincible in the world, but he didn't expect that anyone here would pull it out, no less than him.

And every time he makes a shot, he always chooses the strongest people.

Quetzalcoatl is a god of incense, and a natural god without preparation, although he is not the first Quetzalcoatl God, but he belongs to the acquired creation, there is no innate god position, and there is no most basic magic inheritance.

The instinct to judge the enemy's breath, he simply wouldn't.

Therefore, there was a ridiculous scene of hitting the wall again and again.

The golden spear fell into Chen Yuan's hands and was held. The golden spear condensed from the incense kept fluctuating, and it was obvious that it was about to disappear.

Before, Susanoo slashed the Quetzalcoatl God half to death with a knife, making his strength drop greatly, although the incense fire god can be restored with the help of the wish power in the shrine, but Huaxia is thousands of miles away from Maya?

The golden spear was lit with a holy fire, and it was engraved with ancient characters of unknown meaning, as if it were some kind of incantation.

Chen Yuan's palm was forced, and a breath of immortal Dao permeated the air, directly replacing the incense wish power in it.

As luck would have it, the golden spear began to take on a physical form, and some strange wood grew in the barrel, spreading upwards.

The connection between the spear and the Quetzalcoatl God was broken, and his heart suddenly jumped, and then a stream of luck incense was directly deprived, and the Quetzalcoatl God was shocked, he didn't expect that this black-clothed human race would actually be able to collect his incense luck!

His strength plummeted, and the Angel of Death's eyes suddenly burst with murderous intent, and the pitch-black iron spear in his hand suddenly threw out!

Rumble!

The earth cracked and the sky fell, and a large cloud was split in half, cutting the sky open!

Quetzalcoatl couldn't dodge, and was directly stabbed by the pitch-black spear, and immediately screamed and fell.

He smashed on the high slope of the loess, and the hill suddenly collapsed and sank, like a toy tower built of building blocks, directly shattered.

Samar made a gesture in his palm, and the black iron spear flew out of the rubble and returned to his palm, but the figure of Quetzalcoatl was missing.

His dark eyes glanced towards Chen Yuan, as if hesitating. After three breaths, he seemed to have made a decision, and the six pairs of pitch-black wings behind him kept flapping, and they actually walked in the opposite direction.

In the middle of the battle, the pupils in the eyes of the giant suddenly shrank, and a hint of happiness rose in his heart.

It seems wise that he didn't take action against the Terran youth before, and even the Angel of Death Samar was unwilling to fight him, which was enough to show how terrible the other party was.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be interested in the chance of peeping at immortals, otherwise he would be a terrible enemy.

The golden spear continued to stretch, and solid wood began to replace illusory incense; The bright yellow spirit fire appeared, burning the strange wood and blackening it.

This is the branch of the 10,000-year-old laurel tree, when it came out of the underworld, it was brought a little, and at this time, it was forged with Minghuang Linghuo, and its strength was more than 1000 forged steel, far more than 100 forged copper and iron.

The bizarre engravings were also copied and kept appearing on the gun.

In Chen Yuan's eyes, the data scan appeared, and the Tianyan Tong used it, and the result quickly jumped out.

"Eternal Spear Ganganir" - Replica

"[Grade] --- [Dao Weapon]."

"[It was originally an imitation of incense condensation, but now it has an entity, and its power has increased. 】”

"Eternal Spear?"

Chen Yuan was surprised, the main god soldier in Norse mythology would actually be the original version of this spear?

Why did the Mayan god Quetzalcoatl condense the weapons of Norse mythology?

"It's so strange, the two places are so far apart, have you ever seen this spear in the inheritance of Quetzalcoatl?"

On the side, Fang Qian looked at the spear and couldn't help but say, "This gun is written.... Is it a Norse text? ”

"That's, isn't it?"

Chen Yuan shrugged, Fang Qian was speechless, in the live broadcast room, the dangerous scene just now was frantically complained, and it had already filled the entire screen, and even the earth behind him could not be seen.

"Damn, that special effect is really exciting!"

"Awesome my brother!"

"Piercing Lao Tie, you didn't tell me what kind of film we were."

"This Nima.... That's! ”

"Hollywood Transformers live shooting? This is definitely a test piece! ”

"Well, the special effects are so-so, really, if you have time to do these CGs, it's better to make a movie."

"That's so sour, you can do it."

"Trolls are everywhere!"

..................

The barrage kept drifting by, and the rewards continued to continue, Fang Qian looked at those tips, and felt a little frightened.

"I haven't received so many tips since I started the live broadcast, obediently, this is enough for me to buy a suite in Yanjing Third Ring Road."

Fang Qian sighed, looking at the number of people in the live broadcast room, it had reached a terrifying 150,000 people, among which there were many local tyrants.

"It's a pity that I'm in 1879 now, Yanjing is now filled with the smell of decay, it is better to stay in the northwest, if I can rise here, I estimate that I can turn the history of China around before 1937."

He stared at the tips, and suddenly felt that his head seemed to be clearer, like the dust in the computer had been removed and it was running faster.

Fang Qian, who has more than N knowledge, quickly reacted, he has been broadcasting live for more than a hundred years, so he can't receive these tips, but will it become something else?

This has been written in many novels, so Fang Qian immediately asked Chen Yuan, and the answer he got was that Chen Yuan wiped it in front of his eyes.

When he opened his eyes, Fang Qian saw that there was a gray thick cloud hanging down above Chen Yuan's head, like a long river of clouds and mist, and like a waterfall, flowing out of nothingness, and in the gray, there was also a trace of gold, a trace of purple.

Fang Qian looked at himself again, and as soon as he raised his head, a golden mist hung down, but it was extremely slender, about the thickness of his thumb.

"What's this?"

Gold shouldn't be some unlucky color, Fang Qian asked, Chen Yuan said, "This is luck." ”

"This golden luck, because you are a traverser, and in the process of traversing, there seems to be some kind of indescribable mistake, according to my preliminary observation, you should have fused many dead souls at the same time, and integrated the most important professional part of their memories into your own soul, so there is a situation where you have a lot of knowledge."

"That's why your luck will turn golden, otherwise a smuggler-type traveler like you will generally have white luck."

Listening to Chen Yuan's explanation, Fang Qian suddenly wondered: "Why is it white?" ”

Chen Yuan spread his hands: "Because it's a little white." ”

"You have a soul that passes through directly, obliterating other people's souls, and luck will naturally disappear, you have nothing in the past, it all depends on luck, of course it is Xiaobai."

"The only good thing should be that there are more gold fingers."

Chen Yuan recounted, and suddenly, a miserable scream came from the sky.

Countless demon clans below were fighting, and a huge gap collapsed in the Helan Mountains, and countless monsters from Western mythology poured out of it.

There was a sword light in the east earth, and the small thousand realms emerged, and it could be seen that countless cultivators of the innate and grandmaster stepped out of it.

Not only the demon ruins, but also the small thousand worlds hidden in the east and west, at this time, it is related to the opportunity to peep at the immortals, such as the long eyebrows of the Taoist, the dragon Taoist, etc. have taken out the hole cards.

And those Dongtu Imperial Sword powerhouses, most of them are disciples of Yang Zhu Lao Dao, and at this time, there are hundreds of people.

All of a sudden, the whole land became a battlefield for fairies, demons and monsters, time passed quickly, the earth continued to tremble, and there were still two hours left before the time in the record!

Chen Yuan raised his head, and the strong man of the Xuanhu clan wailed, the scream just now was made by him, and at this time he was severely injured by Samar, and one of his arms was broken, leaving him seriously injured.

Samar's strength is almost comparable to that of the Death Knight, that is, the level of a celestial man, and Xuanhu, who was barely promoted to a demon immortal by turning into a demon, is not currently his opponent.