September 15, 2505. The fourth star field, the constellation Heavy Industry, Beta-4 C27F591, the planet Antija (known).

In the early hours of the morning, Shangjing, which had lost its lights, should have been completely plunged into darkness. However, the air was scattered with a pale blue glow. In the distance, on the south of the Jingjiang River, in the Linjiang New Area, the sky-piercing aura around the Sky Tower is particularly dazzling.

Bing Lan stared at it for a long time, and always felt that there seemed to be a red light flashing over there, but she couldn't see it clearly. From the information that Long Qi got from it, it was the spiritual power left by his grandfather. Unlike the spiritual power of the planet here, without the guidance of the will of the planet, the original face of the spiritual power will be revealed-a special dangerous product.

Long Qi never explained, but just explained as much as possible. When the concentration is high, the spirit child will show the destructiveness of life, and the low concentration will show the affinity of life. With bad luck, the victim will struggle between life and death. Death will be a relief.

But Long Yuantian has not yet taught his grandson, the knowledge of "Sean Hunt's swing". Long Qicong didn't know that the Sky Tower's sky-high aura was completely a bomb that could explode at any time. He didn't even know that in order to support the transcendence technique, his grandfather linked to the leyline spiritual power of the planet Antigia.

Binglanxin stood out of thin air, her hair swaying in the breeze. The more she stared at the Heavenly Spiritual Light for a long time, the more she felt that the ruins of the Sky Tower were entrenched in a fierce beast that chose people to devour. But even with her vision, she couldn't see the slightest problem, so she had no choice but to order that no one should be allowed to approach the Linjiang New Area.

Maybe Long Qi should be allowed to take a look at the kid himself, maybe he can see some problems.

With this in mind, Bing Lanxin suddenly glanced at a space in the distance. He sneered slightly and said.

"Two, you don't sleep in your residence late at night, and you come here to blow the night breeze?"

I saw that in the space that Bing Lanxin was staring at, the light fluctuated for a while, revealing two cloak figures. In the darkness under the hat, only the beard could be seen, one black and the other white.

"Lord Ice Emperor! Don't come unharmed! ”

Bing Lanxin's tone was not good, but the two of them answered in a harmonious manner, with the posture of old friends catching up. But Bing Lanxin didn't have this interest.

"There is martial law here, and no one is allowed to enter. Please come back, both of you. ”

The corners of the white-bearded old man's mouth twitched, and he said, "Lord Ice Emperor, I have no grudges in the past, and no grudges today." Why so much tension? ”

The black-bearded old man spread his hands, and then said, "My two brothers are very old, and their birthdays are coming to an end. Only by breaking through the realm of the gods can we prolong our lives, so the two of us are willing to scatter all our wealth and return to the empire. ”

For a moment, Bing Lanxin thought that they were going to submit to the empire in the sky, and then she reacted that these two were referring to the Ansu Empire. The longer you get it, the more you are afraid of death?

Bing Lanxin sighed, and said a little helplessly: "Although the powerhouses outside the sky have fallen here, they have nothing left. If you come in person, you will feel that this place is very dangerous, and if you break in rashly, you will definitely die for a lifetime. ”

"Lord Ice Emperor has entered this place or not, and how do you know? Besides, if you cultivate together, can there be a smooth path? I hope that Lord Ice Emperor will not embarrass my two brothers. ”

Before the words fell, the spiritual power in the bodies of the two old men began to surge, and the cloaks began to dance against the wind. Bing Lanxin saw that they were very ready to go, and sighed leisurely.

"Go, and ask for yourselves."

When the two old men heard Bing Lanxin's words, they were all stunned, and they couldn't help but glance at each other, their eyes full of doubt, and they couldn't believe it. They imagined the worst-case scenario, and they did it with Binglanxin. The Ice Emperor has cultivated and has perfected the realm. The two knew that even if the brothers were united and joined forces, it would be difficult to bargain in the hands of Bing Lanxin.

But they have no other choice, old age and war death are all deaths. Only by fighting the opportunity of this strong person outside the world and seeking a breakthrough can there be vitality. It's just that the two brothers never expected that Bing Lanxin would be so good at talking and really let their brother go.

After watching it for a long time, I didn't find any other plans for Bing Lanxin. The two old men slowly reassured themselves and stepped back step by step, turning around and heading towards the Sky Tower, drowning in spiritual light.

Bing Lanxin stared at the Sky Tower vigilantly, and from the moment the two old men did not enter the spiritual light, the air became strange. The background noise, which seemed to have been lingering, was completely quiet at this moment. The aura seemed to be a little dimmed, but the fierce aura in it became more and more intense.

Suddenly, there was a great light, like a giant dragon taking off, and like overturning the river and the sea. I saw that something was thrown out alive. After a closer look, I found that it were the two old men who had gone in earlier. The two old monsters, covered in blood, and their cloaks were tattered, so they were not embarrassed. They supported each other, and when they saw that Bing Lanxin was still in the distance, their faces were ecstatic.

"Lord Ice Emperor, save me!"

"What the hell is going on?"

While the two old men tried their best to get closer to Bing Lanxin, they shouted, "The strong man outside that day didn't die at all!" That little girl made a cocoon in it and became a fetus, sucking the essence of heaven and earth! ”

"What?" Bing Lanxin stepped forward directly, grabbed the collars of the two old men, and hoarfrost formed on the beards of the two of them from the extremely cold and cold, "If you tell half a lie, you are ready to freeze into two ice sculptures!" ”

"Lord Ice Emperor! We don't dare to make a mistake! ”

"Say! What do you see? What's going on with the extraterrestrial strong and the little girl! ”

The two seemed to catch something, looked at each other, and said, "What? Didn't the strong man look like a little girl that day? Under the ruins of the Sky Tower, a cocoon-eyed halo, and the girl was inside. As soon as we got closer, the spiritual power in our bodies was attracted away, and the two of us were able to escape by burning our essence and blood. ”

Rumble! Bing Lan's heart exploded! Her instincts told her that something big was going to happen, and it was a strong uneasiness. She sent down two old men and blasted towards the mountain shelter. The two old men, frightened, looked at each other and followed.

......

Long Qicong's eyes struggled slightly, and when he opened his eyes, what came into his eyes was a snow-white. moved his body slightly, and then broke free from An Baixue's embrace. An Baixue, who was alarmed, woke up leisurely. Glancing at the time, it was not yet four o'clock in the morning, and it was not yet dawn. Long Qicong, who got up first, sat on the bed and frowned.

"What's wrong, Xiao Cong?"

"I don't know, I'm always a little uneasy."

Long Qicong pressed his chest and looked in a certain direction along the seemingly non-existent sense. It always felt as if something terrible had happened.

Science is materialistic, and theology is spiritual. When the world changes and destiny starts, there are always some people who are destined to become the composition of history. It's not that specific person, it's that someone will always occupy this position.

Long Qi jumped down and dressed, dressed and washed. He asked, "Is Jiang Yifan in this bunker?" The boss of the Four Holy Sects. ”

An Baixue also got up and put on her clothes, pointed her chin with her index finger, pondered for a while, and said, "The third and fourth floors seem to be divided into medical treatments, if that guy is still alive, he should be there." ”

Just a few days ago, An Baixue and Jiang Yifan could still be called friends. But now, An Baixue can't wait for the death of the surname Jiang! Not only because of Long Qicong's position. The atrocities committed by Jiang Yifan alone were enough for her to hold a grudge.

The two made their way to the third floor of the vault, which had been converted into a makeshift hospital. It seems that there are a few more people here today than there were yesterday. In fact, rescue operations have been launched, and more and more survivors have been rescued. Along with the surrounding counties and cities, they have also reported that they have accepted a large number of refugees. This is good news, as the number of survivors in Shangjing, the epicenter of the disaster, is rising.

But this is a count of survivors, not the number of victims. For it is much faster to count the living than to number the dead.

An Baixue counted this account on Jiang Yifan, and her hatred for him became even stronger. With such hatred, she and Long Qicong found Jiang Yifan's ward, which was still a single room. In the current situation, it has to be said that it is really a luxury to have a single room.

Although the doctor considered that Jiang Yifan's body was constantly decomposing and might be infected with some unknown pathogen, so it was necessary to isolate. However, An Baixue couldn't think about it that much.

Walking into the ward, Jiang Yifan was lying on the bed like a rotten meat. The entire hospital bed was covered in a transparent plastic curtain, and a woman sat next to the bed, Lin Wanqing, president of Shangjing Lin Group.

Lin Wanqing's eyes were red, maybe she had cried, or she might not have rested well. She saw An Baixue walking in with a boy in her face, with a puzzled look on her face. An Baixue was the first to speak.

"Wanqing's matter has nothing to do with you." After that, he turned his head to look at Jiang Yifan who was lying on the hospital bed, "The surname is Jiang!" Still panting? I didn't see that you, a beast with a human face and a beast's heart, were such a shameless thing. ”

"Cher, what are you talking about?" Lin Wanqing didn't know why, and asked.

"If you still recognize me as a sister, you can leave it alone and watch from the side." Then he kicked on the hospital bed, "Squeak if you're not dead!" Say! What were you doing in the Sky Tower yesterday? Isn't it practicing your evil skills? Say! Don't play dead! ”

As he spoke, he kicked on the hospital bed again, shifting a few centimeters away.

"Cher! Stop! ”

An Baixue glared at Lin Wanqing, and then asked Jiang Yifan: "And the dozens of girls who have disappeared recently have all been killed by you!" ”

What the! Lin Wanqing finally understood An Baixue's meaning, but it was too shocking, and she couldn't say a word.

"Snow. Are you telling the truth? ”

"Let him speak for himself! I said that Sister Ning is such a powerful character, and there has been no progress in investigating for several weeks. I'm afraid she doesn't know how to send her baby godbrother to court, right? ”

Seeing Jiang Yifan, he was lying on the bed twitching slightly, refusing to speak, An Baixue raised his foot and was about to kick someone. Long Qicong squeezed An Baixue's hand, stepped forward, and said.

"Is my grandfather dead?"

Jiang Yifan was obviously stunned, his lips trembled and squeezed out, "It's you!" ”

"Cher, what is this?"

"This is my younger brother, better than Yang Ning who knows the bastard brother and doesn't know where it is." An Baixue's anger is very big. Lin Wanqing seemed to be able to guess why An Baixue was so angry.

Jiang Yifan is calling for wind and rain in Beijing, and a big reason for the government is because An Baixue spoke for Jiang Yifan in front of her mother. It's okay to say that Jiang Yifan is well disguised, and An Baixue is simple. Now that she knows the true face of the hero she has always admired, An Baixue has no way not to be angry.