Under the gold rush town, a team of elite soldiers is tightly surrounding the well people and well concrete in the middle.

Jin Jia personally led the team, and at this time he was waiting for Jing Zheng to identify the direction, and he looked at his watch anxiously.

On his chest, an intermittent voice came from the communicator: "The owner is still ...... Hiss...... Hiss...... Still stalling for time! You guys...... Hurry up ......"

The space here is broken and broken, twisted and folded, and it is almost impossible to communicate just a few dozen meters underground.

"Roger." Jin Jia whispered and looked at Jing Zheng again.

Beside him, several human soldiers were extremely anxious: "Is this guy reliable, he just knows the way, why is he so ......slow?"

Suddenly, Jing Concrete identified a direction: "Here, you follow me, don't leave me too far!" ”

As he spoke, he turned around and strode away, and Jin Jia and the others hurriedly followed, protecting him in the middle.

Behind Jin Jia was followed a human soldier with a black ball the size of a soccer ball on his back.

The ball is very heavy, shiny on the outside, and even oiled and waxed, and is spotlessly maintained.

It can be seen that the mallet cherishes his feet very much.

After searching for so long, the mallet finally found a foot of the right material, weight and size, and every day he had to polish it shiny, and when he walked on the mud, he always held his foot in his arms, jumped on one leg, and sometimes even put on shoe covers.

Life is like this, only when you lose it, you will feel pity.

So when Zhuang Buyuan said that he needed his feet, he was reluctant, his mouth was curled, his face was bitter, and he almost cried.

But he still touched a handful of snot suddenly, took off his foot, handed it to Zhuang Buyuan, tilted his head, sniffed and said, "Take it!" The mallet is very brave, the mallet does not cry! ”

said that the mallet that didn't cry really endured and didn't cry, although his nose was about to be red.

But, don't cry! Say don't cry if you don't cry!

Outside the gold rush town, between the two armies, there was a loud "bang", and Zhuang was not far away and was sent out again.

Blood spurted from his mouth, like a broken cloth bag.

"Die! Give me death! Locking up after Zhuang not far away, another punch was struck, and Zhuang was not far away and flew out sideways.

Locked and caught up like lightning, Zhuang was not far away like a ball, being beaten around, blood like mist, enveloping the surrounding space.

"Die, you're dead!" On the battlefield factory, the Golden Hammer roared loudly.

In the manor, the servants and residents are busy.

Zhuang Buyuan and the fighters on the front line were fighting, and they didn't know what they could do, so they could only do their best and do a good job of logistics.

It's just that everyone's hearts are entangled and worried, and they always think about the battle situation ahead.

Liu Jinge wandered around the door not far from Zhuang for a long time, wanting to do something, but he was always so worried that he couldn't do anything.

He could only clean up the slightly messy desk not far from Zhuang in the room not far from Zhuang over and over again.

As the head of the manor, he is not a combat professional, and the feeling of not being able to help anything at this time is really terrible.

Suddenly, he heard a thin click.

A crack began to spread from the bottom of the master room.

"Hair ...... What happened? ”

Before Liu Jinge could say anything, he heard an exclamation from outside!

Liu Jinge hurriedly rushed out of the master room, and then raised his head in shock.

In the sky above the manor, cracks appeared.

The space of the manor is like an eggshell, which is being cracked out at this time, and it seems that it will be shattered in the next second.

And in the sky, the phantom of Zhuang not far away slowly emerged.

The "manor is me, I am the manor" of "building the power of the gods" is a two-way street.

It brings the owner of the manor and the manor closer together.

While the manor provides strength to the manor owner, it can also be damaged by the manor owner's physical condition.

One wins, one loses, that's it.

At this time, Zhuang was not far from the brink of death.

On all the courtyards and buildings of the manor, Zhuang is not far away.

This is the manor's warning to all the minions and soldiers that the manor has reached a life-or-death point!

It's time for everyone to protect the manor and fight to the death for the lord of the manor!

It was not only the master room that began to crumble, but also the various buildings in the manor that were slowly crumbling.

The more than a dozen restored pyramids in the Blue Stone Leaf Manor were one of the most important sources of strength in Zhuang Buyuan, and at this time, they began to be covered with cobweb-like cracks.

Void City, Phantom Mountain Tunnel, suddenly, the sky shook for a while, dust fell, and even falling rocks were rolling down.

The vehicles in the tunnel subconsciously stopped, and they raised their heads, only to find that they didn't know when, the top of the tunnel was no longer a light strip for lighting, but a void.

Above nothingness, a familiar figure is fighting a behemoth.

Many viaducts in the void city shook violently, and the vehicles on the bridges seemed to be bouncing up.

"How...... What's going on? This...... Is this an earthquake? ”

At that moment, the bridge deck seemed to disappear, and through the bridge deck, they saw that under the void ground, Zhuang was not far away from being slapped away by a huge palm.

Soon someone recognized Zhuang not far away.

"That'...... That's the owner? ”

"Is it Mr. Zhuang?"

"How could it be...... Is this some new movie publicity? ”

"No, no...... It's ...... feeling."

On the screen, every time Zhuang Buyuan received a blow, the bridge deck would shake violently.

Zhuang's skin was cracked like a turtle shell, blood seeped out from under the skin, and above the bridge deck, cracks changed from small to large, and it seemed that the entire bridge was about to collapse.

The cracking sound of "click" rang non-stop.

At the same time, all the projects that the manor had participated in began to crack, whether it was the subway in Yancheng, the canal in the Dongzhong area, or the factory buildings in Ludao Port, they all began to crumble.

And in this building, or above the building, almost at the same time, the picture of Zhuang not far away.

"Building the power of the gods" closely links the owner of the manor and the building, which is like giving life to the building, and at this time, these buildings are mourning, dying, and struggling.

This kind of feeling seems to be able to spread through the building itself.

That kind of sadness and tragedy enveloped almost everyone.

"Quick...... Come on! "Some people desperately left their cars and ran under the bridge, out of the tunnel.

But there are still people who are staring blankly at the picture in front of them, shocked beyond measure.

Suddenly, there was a "bang", a pillar of the overpass broke, and the bridge deck tilted slightly.

But that's about it.

The other pillars still stood unusually strong.

It was as if in the locked hands, and was beaten not far from the non-human-shaped Zhuang.

is covered with bruises, but refuses to admit defeat!

We...... Can't lose!

But no matter how strong the belief is, it is useless in the face of absolutely overwhelming strength.

After locking a series of combos, he grabbed Zhuang not far away and held him between his hands.

"Give it to me...... Burst! ”

Locked huge palms, suddenly closed!

"Bang!" There was a loud bang. (https:)

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