"Your Majesty, I, I, I really can't run!" The grass mud horse felt itself soar into the air, "Ahhhh Your Majesty! This will not work! It's going to die! ”

But as soon as the words came out of his mouth, it turned into a series of meows, meows, meows.

"Shut up!" Antakuta said bitterly, "If you keep screaming like this, I'll leave you behind!" ”

The grass mud horse instantly shut up.

Plane travelers are really miserable!

Look at the other partners, what kind of plane are they now, peerless soldier kings, the strongest weapon spirits, and look at him again!

Prophet!

Knowing that he is a big-headed ghost, he has no special functions, the small world does not exist, the old man does not appear, he has not seen any family heirloom pendants, and he has become a prophet of the top powerhouse with his three-inch incorruptible tongue......

He felt disgraced to his lineage.

It's amazing that a traverser can be miserable like this, and it's called a grass mud horse.

This name is another story.

It is said that the first word that every traverser shouts when entering the second plane will become his name.

And this bitter comrade fell straight from the sky into the palace of Shura.

Alas, what a tragic history.

Antakuta dragged the collar of the grass mud horse all the way and ran wildly, his legs alternating with afterimages, chasing countless distortions behind him.

In a moment, he stopped suddenly, and his boots stomped the wasteland out of two deep pits with a sudden braking.

The earth roared, but he stood in place sluggishly, and the grass and mud horse on the side scared a dog to gnaw on the mud, and almost cried, master, I am just an ordinary human being!

But Antakuta didn't respond, just stared blankly at the rising soot, apparently insignificant in the boundless wasteland.

Finally, he took a deep breath, and felt as if a tyrannical aura appeared in his body, and a black mist slowly seeped out from under his skin.

His eyes grew red, and he leaned down, a low roar coming out of his throat. At this time, the grass mud horse had calmly climbed to a farther place, took out the amulet on his body, and began to recite something.

"The boss is crazy again, beg Allah Allah Mary, Jesus Christ, God the Father, Buddha Avalokitesvara, Horus, Athena, Anubis, Maitreya Buddha, bless ......me quickly," the grass mud horse meowed.

Not far away, Takuta's body was completely shrouded in black mist, the evil aura was churning, countless iron chains pierced out of the void, and a hideous corpse appeared out of thin air within a radius of 100 meters, lying on the ground, bleeding like a river.

Illusion.

Asura Vision.

This is a memory that is projected into the present world when Shura is suppressed to the extreme.

That was the biggest fear that a Shura buried deep in his heart.

Antakuta's body became incomparably huge, and the demon appearance of the more than twenty stories tall looked at the approaching distortion and stepped on it!

In an instant, the heavens and the earth were pale, and the wind swept up black sand and stones, and the whole wasteland trembled.

This is the power of the king!

The Asura Illusion has struggled to forcibly carve out a small area on Earth. Zhu Tian, who was hovering in the distance, was slammed in his heart, and his eyes were wide open!

This is the plane independence that the Deep Blue Project has pursued for twenty-nine human epochs!

The Shura clan actually forcibly inserted a rule fragment into the earth's rule barrier temporarily!

Doesn't this mean that every Shura has a fragment?

Zhu Tian grabbed the back of the driver's seat and let out a heavy panting sound.

But he's not crazy, just look at it, humans can't learn from this method.

So he slowly let go of his hand, felt the violent shaking of the hovering machine under him, and turned on the screen in front of him.

"General, I suggest you turn on the live broadcast and take a look at the situation on my side." He took a deep breath, and the tempered glass in front of him was blurred by the wind and sand.

The channel was turned off, and he continued to look in the direction of Anta Kuta, which was the most terrifying sight in the world.

The six-armed Shura standing in the middle of the wasteland, every time he stomped his feet, he would cause an earthquake that was not small or small.

Purgatory.

It was the only thing he saw. The entire land was covered with a carpet of flesh and blood, and the deviants howled and swooped forward, then turned into crumbling in the black mist.

The pinnacle of human combat power?

No, the other party is not human at all.

It suddenly dawned on him that it seemed foolish to measure otherworldly creatures by human labels. The combat power of the other party and the human race are not in the same category at all.

Just like now, like a scene like a movie special effect, the vast wasteland looks a little thin at the feet of the giant in front of you.

The power of the Shura King is terrifying!

"Communication failure, request manual inspection." The sound of a machine sounded on the screen, "Magnetic field interference detected, abnormal spatial structure fluctuations detected, the driver is advised to leave the current area immediately." ”

"!" Zhu Tian scolded, and then suddenly realized that something was wrong, the hovering machine didn't seem to move, but kept floating in the air!

He nudged the driver next to him. The driver didn't react, and Zhu Tianyi ripped off his mask, and the blood covered his hands.

The driver's eyes were wide open, he was out of breath, and his eyes, nose, and ears were dripping with scarlet color everywhere.

Zhu Tian dragged the driver down without hesitation, and he didn't care about continuing the demonstration, directly showing his inhuman strength.

The Sleeper is a precious person who wants to walk in the world, and strength is necessary.

Easily dragging the person down, Zhu Tian didn't pay attention to the driver's movements. There was no cry for help from the cabin, and when I turned on the monitor, sure enough, the cabin was full of corpses lying on the ground.

Zhu Tian shook his head, ordinary soldiers looked extremely vulnerable under this terrible impact. He tugged on the lever, and the hovering machine made an overwhelmed sound, but it still went up firmly.

Climbing to a suitable height, Zhu Tian did not leave in a hurry, but debugged the communication equipment.

Until the snowflakes stopped beating, Zhu Tian entered the wireless channel, "General Zhao, this is Zhu Tian, the presidium of the Zhu family." Request access to the line for retransmission. ”

"Permission is open." Zhao Qiong's voice sounded.

At this moment, Zhu Tian's head tilted and spat out a mouthful of blood.

"What a strong impact!" His hair began to turn from gray back to black, and his appearance became younger.

After a while, Zhu Tian disappeared. No, to be exact, the young Zhu Tian appeared!

A man in his thirties, entered a large set of codes in the interface, stabilized the hovering machine in mid-air, and then put an emergency parachute on his back, opened the hatch and jumped straight down!

At this moment, he is no longer Zhu Tian, nor Qin Zimin, he is himself, he is, Cheng Zihang.