The Han Weaving Cloud in Qingming's hand came out of the sky and flew towards Baahubali, who frequently received the weapon in his hand.

But how can the weapons of the Indians be as sophisticated as those from the Central Plains Dynasty, not to mention, the cold weaving clouds are still a magic weapon.

Baahubali's weapon suddenly shattered when it came into contact with Qingming's Han Zhiyun Heavenly Heaven.

Han Weaving Cloud unceremoniously slashed at Baahubali's head.

But something surprising happened.

Nabahubali didn't dodge or dodge, but directly hit the Han Zhiyun in Qingming's hand against his neck.

Below, it's all the voices of the people of India shouting:

"Baahubali! Baahubali! ”

Baahubali also smiled at the people below.

Then, the blade of the Heavenly Blade descended from the sky above the Cold Weaving Cloud, and in an instant, the human head flew up, and blood spurted straight out.

Baahubali's body and head split apart and fell to the ground.

The people below were stunned for a moment, watching Baahubali's body fall, and then hearing a "bang".

But soon, the Indians were cheering again, as if they were celebrating.

Are they celebrating Baahubali's death? No, Hetu can clearly see what they say:

"King Baahubali will be resurrected!"

"When King Baahubali returns from resurrection, he will be even stronger!"

"King Baahubali never dies!"

……

Okay, it seems that Baahubali's reputation in India is still very high, but in Hetu's opinion, this body and head are separated, and there can still be life?

The following Indians are already singing and dancing, and there is even an instrumental soundtrack:

"What a cold midwinter~

……

Da Da Da ~ ……

How cold it is

I'm playing in the mud in the Northeast

Although the Northeast is not large

I don't have a home in Dalian

How cold it is

I'm playing in the mud in the Northeast

……”

Qingming frowned, looked at the Indian people who had jumped out of formation below, and asked:

"What are they doing?"

Hetu was stunned for a moment and said:

"Maybe it's a movie."

"Do they make movies too?"

"Bollywood is still quite hilarious."

After Hetu finished speaking, he didn't plan to care about the group of people below, they jumped if they liked, depending on their cultural level, Tian Zhen was not very worried, but there were Himalayas in the middle, and it might be a little difficult to spread the Chinese gospel to the people here before pointing out navigation technology.

But it doesn't matter. Hanlian literature

Hetu pulled Qingming and continued to fly into the distance, the world is so big, can't you always look at this amazing nation here, right?

Hetu also wants to explore the original appearance of the world, and by the way, open a map for the Chinese nation, and there is definitely no time to waste here.

India has always been a magical country.

He flew straight ahead, and so on for several days, and the green vegetation he saw along the way began to become less and less.

But suddenly I saw an enchantment blocking the way.

"What does this mean? Why is there so many enchantments in this world, and it is exactly the same as what I saw before? ”

Qingming looked at the enchantment in front of him with some doubts, Hetu thought for a while and said:

"I don't know, but what is certain is that this enchantment and the previous enchantment should be set by the same person, and it may also be set by the world. Anyway, break this barrier first, and then take a look. ”

Hetu is not afraid of things, if there is anyone in the way, no matter who it is, just kill them.

Hetu shattered the barrier with a single punch, and in front of him was the distant and boundless desert.

Just in case you get lost, Hetu deliberately flew high with Qingming to check if there were any populated places.

Sure enough, after flying very high, I saw a team of people and horses in the desert, leading the camels to move forward.

It was clearly a caravan across the desert.

Hetu definitely headed in the direction of the caravan, but he was only halfway through the flight when he saw another group of men and horses in the distance, a large number, rushing towards the caravan.

The group of centaurs brandished their scimitars and shouted loudly, making strange, distinctly threatening noises coming from their throats.

These people are clearly robbers in the desert.

The two teams quickly collided, and it didn't take long for the caravan's limited escort to fall into a complete disadvantage.

However, the caravan was lucky, because above their heads, there was a mysterious power from the East.

One by one, the fairy swords rushed straight down, killing all the desert bandits in front of them.

The rest of the robbers, even if they want to escape, can't outrun the flying sword at all, although the camel under their crotch can run fast, but can they fly?

Apparently not, when the last robber fell on the sand dune, and the blood quickly soaked into the sand, Hetu flew down with Qingming.

These people in front of them are just a group of ordinary people, and they don't even have time to react when they see such a terrifying scene, but fortunately, they are saved.

The men quickly fell to their knees, their hands facing the sky in a gesture of prayer and thanksgiving, but when they looked up, they saw a huge brick.

On the brick, a young man he had never seen before poked his head out.

Of course, it was Hetu, who saw the people in the desert in front of him, with hooked noses, long faces with shoehorns, sunken eye sockets, etc., it was obvious that this was not a yellow race.

Those people shouted at Hetu and Qingming, and made all kinds of gestures over and over again, Qingming, of course, couldn't understand what they were saying, Hetu quickly explained:

"They treat us like gods, and that's paying homage to us."

Hetu is not nonsense, the people below are indeed expressing gratitude and respect.

Luckily they didn't shout anything about Allah, otherwise it would have been 404.

Hetu had the previous experience, and he didn't speak to them anymore, but directly sent a text message to them for divine consciousness transmission.

"We are from Middle-earth Great Qin, who are you?"

The other party obviously had not experienced this kind of text message that hit the brain, and soon rolled his eyes and fainted.

I'm grass, this is dizzy?

Hetu was a little blind, and he didn't expect to faint like this, this desert people, the willpower is not very good, or your juniors have more tenacious willpower.

But think about it, the desert people now, and the desert people of their own world, seem to be two races at all.

didn't want to be so much, Hetu sent a message to a stunned person on the side:

"He's scared, don't panic, I'll just say, we're from Middle Earth Great Qin, who are you? Where is this? ”

After Hetu finished speaking, the person in front of him chattered and shouted, and the words he shouted were:

"Oh my God! The gods actually spoke directly in my head! He is the Great Qin God! ”