Huaxia, a country with a long history and ancient history, has faced many existential crises, thousands of years of passing on the torch has never been destroyed, of course, there are many complex objective factors, but in the final analysis, Huaxia has become the only survivor of the world's four ancient civilizations, mainly due to two reasons. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

First, China had an extremely effective political system and philosophical system thousands of years ago, and the two together incubated a civilization and culture that the world was fascinated by.

Second, in countless turbulent disasters, there are always warriors who are not afraid of hardships and deaths who stand up and go forward one after another, using their bodies to resist the storm and keep the fire of inheritance. Such people have emerged in an endless stream in the history of China, constantly infecting more people, sacrificing for the survival of China and striving for the rise of China.

These are the two points that Yang Xiaoqian is most proud of as a Chinese person, looking at the world's hundreds of countries and the forest of nations, no country can compare with China in these two points, so they either have no glorious history, or have become history.

Now, seeing the five mutants in front of him who are not afraid of death, Yang Xiaoqian feels that he is witnessing a piece of history.

If you think of the mutant as a new race, it first has the first trait: assimilation.

Mutants possess greater assimilation than any other culture because they are able to give new life to alternatives. There is no one who does not desire strength, no one who does not desire a longer life, no one who does not desire to be away from the shadow of disease and aging, and mutants can satisfy this craving.

Therefore, as long as the mutant knows how to carefully disguise itself and create a beautiful illusion, it can attract countless people to rush to be transformed and assimilated. And once humans become mutants, they completely transform from a fundamentally ideological level to another race, and from then on they no longer regard themselves as human beings, but think that they have stepped into a higher level of the food chain.

Mutants with the ability to "assimilate" are not enough to be feared. Can it have both the characteristics of "assimilation" and "sacrifice for the continuation of the race"? Then the mutant will become a race that is more difficult to exterminate than weeds, a hidden danger that humans cannot eradicate.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaoqian felt a sense of powerlessness in his heart, regretting that he did not seize the opportunity to eradicate the hidden dangers, and now in just two months, white has become the climate.

However, the more this is the case, the more we must persevere to the end and exterminate the mutants, even if it is inevitable that one day the mutants can take advantage of the rise, we must do our best to postpone this day indefinitely.

Yang Xiaoqian didn't move, the seat condensed by the black mist supported his mutant close to the ground, and at this time, a mutant had already dodged the giant hand of the black ghost through his keen senses, jumped into the air, and spewed out several dark green juices towards Yang Xiaoqian.

At the same time as he jumped, more black mist appeared in front of Yang Xiaoqian, forming a circular surface to block these fishy corrosive venoms.

Upon contact with the venom, the black substance that formed the shield began to dissolve, but before the circle was corroded and penetrated, the mutant that sprayed the venom was cut in two by the black ghost.

After cutting off the mutant that attacked Yang Xiaoqian with the black blade, the black ghost grabbed it with a big hand, held his upper body in his hand, twisted the cap of a drink bottle and turned the head of the mutant, and then pinched the head with three heel fingers, knocking open the skull like a walnut, picking out the brain core like a snail, and throwing it into the cracked horizontal lines on the face.

"Hey, hey!" The delicious taste, the black ghost let out a cry of pleasure and contentment.

"Xiao Hei, stop playing, kill the others, and the one who talks the most will stay alive." Yang Xiaoqian waved his hand, deciding the fate of these high-level mutants.

The black ghost put away its playful attitude and fell from mid-air to the ground, its feet on the ground, making a dull sound. After constantly eating the brain nucleus of the mutant, the black ghost has evolved many times, and has grown from the initial two-meter height to the current eight-meter giant, and its own great mass makes him step on a pit after landing, which will cause great damage to the road in the city, so without Yang Xiaoqian's permission, he can usually only rely on his wings to fly in the air. So when the black ghost followed behind, no matter where Yang Xiaoqian went, a strong wind would blow around him.

"Knock"

The Black Ghost trampled on the cracked earth, causing the ground to tremble very distinctly. At the same time, there was a vision in the sky, and it was dark.

An endless sea of black clouds was like a curtain, covering most of the sky and making the wasteland as dark as night.

Then, it started to rain.

The dark Cumulonimbus cloud moved directly above the remaining four mutants, and without warning, a heavy rain fell.

Each raindrop was a long black arrow, and thousands of arrows rained vertically, like locusts passing through, leaving no living creatures.

When the raindrops fall to the surface and the arrows sink into the ground, they instantly collapse into smoke and float up like water vapor, returning to their source: the black, oppressive cumulonimbus clouds.

The cycle repeats itself. The volume of the sea of black clouds has not shrunk, and the rain of arrows has not stopped for a moment, and mutants with far more physical strength than humans are looking for cover in this black rain, waiting for the opportunity to counterattack.

But the clearing didn't give them effective cover, and the endless rain didn't give them a chance to fight back, one, ten, hundred, countless rain of arrows pierced the torsos of the mutants, pinning them to the ground, then dissolving, and then more arrows rained down, stabbing them into sieves, poking them into pieces of flesh that separated their bones, and finally breaking into high-speed rotting flesh.

The tall mutant tried his best to run towards the city, as the deputy commander of the Holy White Hand, he not only has a strong combat power, but also has the special ability to transform his appearance, in just a few minutes, he can disguise a human with a completely different appearance or even gender, anyway, the human being determines the gender with ** officials, squeezes out two pieces of meat on his chest, and hides a piece of meat under his crotch, which is not difficult for him.

"As long as I can enter a crowded place, I can find a glimmer of life, the mission given to me by Lord Shengbai has not been completed, I must not die here."

The mutant's legs rotated, and the pants on his lower body began to smoke due to the high frequency of friction, but it was all in vain.

An invisible wall stood in front of the mutant at some point, and the mutant went straight into the black ghost's palm, and the black ghost was about to put his fingers together, and the mutant's body elongated like mud and slipped out of the black ghost's palm, and then he turned around and ran in the other direction. He didn't take two steps before he saw a black high chair, and a person was sitting on the chair, with Erlang's legs crossed, looking down at him condescendingly, as if he had seen a bug.