Deep in the Kunlun Mountains.

Two people and a dog sat around the huge crack, each with a star brain.

"It's so miserable, I almost overturned, Wang!" Da Bai sighed with emotion.

"There's no way, just play a game, you can meet the killing god in this game, it's good that we can win miserably." Nezha thought back to the previous battle and felt quite a sense of grandeur.

An Lin nodded: "The six gods are actually very strong, we are three gods with one pit, and he is one god with three pits, otherwise it is really difficult to say whether the outcome this time will be true." ”

Games are all about being challenging.

They almost failed at the beginning, and not only did they not lose interest in the game, but they became more interested, chatted for a while, and continued to play the second game.

In another part of China.

The Six Divine Daoists didn't pay attention to the live broadcast room that had already blown up.

He looked at the fake Taoist priest blankly, Nezha can't play, Dabai is very pure, these three game ID names, for some reason, suddenly remembered the nickname of a top boss in the monk group.

Originally, he could have thought it was a coincidence, a duplicate name.

But the extremely terrible operation techniques and reaction speed, as well as the key information that the game is played for one game, and then think of the nickname Nezha, all of which point to a certain possibility.

The Six Divine Daoists were suddenly relieved: "Ma Dan! So I was defeated by such an being, right? I was able to almost win that one, this thing should be blown up for a lifetime, right? ”

Thinking of this, this Taoist leader couldn't help but laugh, obviously in a good mood.

He restarted the live broadcast, and fans thought that their anchor was shot to death by a frying pan, and they would be very disappointed and depressed, but they didn't expect his mood to be very good, as if he had won the lottery, which made fans stunned, and suddenly felt that this six-god mentality was really good!

The night was long.

It's another day of peace.

The attack of the Celestial Race has slowed down, and there are only a few cracks, and there will be a Celestial Race to test it, and as for the large-scale attack, it has not yet appeared.

"Nuwa's handling results, haven't they come out yet?" Nezha yawned, and the chaotic Aya behind him turned into a reclining chair, lying lazily on it.

"This matter involves the invasion of the Heavenly Dao, and the Celestial Race is bound to win it against the Terran race of the earth. No matter how Nuwa handles it, she has to be cautious, and it is understandable that her processing progress is a little slower. An Lin greeted the early morning sun, holding a pool of fairy-grade fruit brew filled with lotus leaves in his hand, and tasted it deliciously.

Sakura Luoqing led a group of Dongying monks to patrol near Kunlun Mountain.

After patrolling, I didn't forget to say good morning to An Lin with a smile, as if what happened last night didn't happen at all.

Beyond the aqua blue planet.

The cruising route of eighty-eight starry giants began to pass by the moon.

The Moon is no longer a mystery to the human beings of the earth, it is just a large moon with uneven bumps. It is said that distance produces beauty, and looking at the moon from the earth is like a white and flawless disk. But up close, it's a stone ball full of pits, and there's nothing unusual or special about it.

A middle-aged man wearing a white star military uniform on a blue background, standing tall, stood at the front of the starry sky battleship, quietly looking at the large sphere floating in the universe in the distance.

"Marshal, the fleet is already close to the nearest point of navigation on the moon, will it land on the moon for a rest?" A woman with short hair and a shawl and a white military uniform asked with a solemn but respectful expression.

There are 88 starry sky giant ships, and each fleet has a general to lead the fleet's 3,000 space forces, but among the more than 200,000 space forces, the only one with the rank of marshal is Lu Canghai.

Lu Canghai looked at the moon that was getting closer and closer, but his brows were furrowed deeper and deeper.

He has a special ability, which is a kind of premonition ability, which can deduce future bad luck, and this ability is actually one of the reasons why he can serve as the marshal of the Space Force.

"Marshal Lu?" Seeing that Lu Canghai was silent, the woman couldn't help but shout again.

Lu Canghai replied to the question, and said slowly: "Major General Yang Xuan, what do you think are the chances of our starry sky giant ship against the Heavenly Human Race in the Heavenly Apocalypse Realm?" ”

They were in a very high position, so they knew the details of the Kunlun War.

Yang Xuan straightened up slightly, and said with an unchanged expression: "Since the development of military science and technology on our earth, many weapons cannot be used on the earth, so as not to cause irreversible disasters. Those top-of-the-line weapons that the Dawn can't equip are all available on our starry giants. The power gathered by the eighty-eight star warships is far beyond people's imagination. If we allow, even if it is the moon in front of us, we can blast it into cosmic dust in one minute......"

"Don't talk nonsense, just tell us what our odds are." Lu Canghai asked.

Yang Xuan said: "The odds of winning are zero." ”

Lu Canghai: "......"

Then what did you brag so much about before, and foreshadowed so much?!

Lu Canghai looked at the vast starry sky and said with a leisurely gaze: "In war, confidence is very important. If an army loses confidence, then even if it has the best weapons and enough power to turn the tide of battle, it may become a deserter. ”

"The marshal has learned a lesson." Yang Xuan bowed her head and said.

Lu Canghai waved his hand: "Space is indeed a hurdle that we can't cross, but we also have other ways to deal with the Heavenly Apocalypse Realm-level Celestial Race. Yes, there are many things we can do, don't underestimate yourself. ”

Yang Xuan was a little confused, but still nodded.

How strong the Heavenly Human Race is in the Apocalypse Realm, at present, only the military high-level knows, and at present, the human politicians and the military high-level are all looking at this war with a very pessimistic attitude.

If it weren't for the human camp, there were An Lin and others in the field, and the morale of the army would have been chaotic.

"Inform all star fleets and leave the moon at full speed!" Lu Canghai said suddenly.

"Yes!" Yang Xuan gave a military salute and began to carry out the mission.

The fleet spewed out blue energy, quickly turned around, and flew in the rest of the direction.

Next to the moon's huge impact crater.

on the crater.

Suddenly, there was a violent explosion.

Dazzling holy light, radiating in all directions, illuminated the entire moon.

A deep and dark crack, like a huge scar on the moon, is next to the light source, as if even the light can swallow it, and it looks particularly hideous and terrifying.

Lu Canghai saw all this through the transparent protective wall, and muttered, "It's still a step too late...... Unexpectedly, the biggest crack on the earth is not on the earth, but on the moon......"

"Marshal! That's the power of the Celestials!! Yang Xuan's face could no longer remain calm after seeing the dazzling holy light and the terrifyingly large dark cracks.

"Don't panic, remember what I said? There are so many things we can do, don't underestimate yourself. Lu Canghai said calmly.

The red alert light of the Star Fleet is already shining in the starry sky.

"So what are we supposed to do?" Yang Xuan was short of breath.

Lu Canghai waved his hand: "Call An Lin and Nezha as fast as possible!" ”

Yang Xuan: "??? ”

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