"Just because she has this relationship, I want to treat her like this!" Yeheverin Lanwei straightened his snow-white chest: "My clan has died 100,000 people before and after, is this revenge just settled?"

Her words resonated with many girls, and the shouting and abuse surged from behind Lin Xuanchen. Lin Xuanchen's lovely face was frosty.

"Well, I'll duel you. Lin Xuanchen's voice was very low, like a whisper, but it was clearly transmitted to the ears of every girl. The invective came to an abrupt end.

"You're crazy! You can't muster that power right now! You don't even read the prayer—"

"Who said I can't?" Lin Xuanchen sneered, he didn't even need to do any rituals, any prayers, any gestures and movements, just gathered the battle spirit qi behind his back, and gently vibrated -

A huge Sanskrit chant sounded in the air, and circles of iron-colored ripples exploded, and behind Lin Xuanchen, a pair of sacred wings spliced together by metal feathers quickly opened.

Countless metal feathers shot out from the metal wings, each as terrifying as a flying god soldier.

Thousands of sharp blades flew in, and in mid-air, they had already locked all the vital points on Lan Wei's body. The breath of the war spirit erupted like a frenzied tide, and a green storm like the end of the dead realm swirled and swept across the field, and everywhere it passed, the earth was a withered gray, and in the sky, a dark green rain of fire fell!

Petrochemical and metal have become Lin Xuanchen's unique hedging physique.

The power of petrification, the power of the curse, and Lin Xuanchen's "Nine Heavens One Series of Silence Xuanyang Detoxification Sutra" are perfectly integrated, forming a petrified soul power that makes the world extremely terrifying, and on the basis of this soul power, it extends out of the realm of one zhang, the realm of death.

Yehvirin Lanwe screamed, and her terrifying potential exploded in the fear of death, and with one hand, her two thin arms instantly swelled like buckets, and then fired out like cannonballs—her arms turned into two pythons.

The pink fist turned into a huge snake mouth, biting down on Lin Xuanchen's metal wings, Lin Xuanchen's iron wings were retracted, and a huge metal heavy sword was conjured up in his hand, and her body exploded, with an unmistakable roar of a sonic boom that broke through the air, she rushed in front of Yeheverin Lanwei at a speed of Mach 1.1 that broke through the limit, and swept with a sword.

"Insulting my family is like killing my parents!" The girl's voice was still soft, but the sword in her hand was very cold and hard.

"Isn't it??!" The moment he saw the giant sword, Wei Lan Rongruo screamed, but immediately after, the ice sword in Lin Xuanchen's hand shattered with a click.

A man, a black-clothed boy who had been able to turn his hands into a leopard's head, stood between Yehvireen Lanwei and Lin Xuanchen.

"It doesn't seem to be the king, the king's weapon is light. He looked at Lin Xuanchen coldly, watched Lin Xuanchen throw away the half-cut sword, and hit with a punch, and around the fist, a violent storm gathered.

Out of those storms, a darkness called the curse was precipitated, and the power of the darkness condensed into a dragon-like fist shadow, which stretched out at the moment when Lin Xuanchen swung his fist, turning into a blade that cut through space.

"I can't dodge that punch. This is the most absurd and true idea of the young man in black at this time, that is, Nano Xuantian.

He really couldn't dodge, because it was the Demon Crying Slash Fist.

It wasn't even the inheritance of ghosts and gods, because it was the supreme mastery of ghosts and gods that erupted with the strongest power of the thunder god.

That punch, heaven and earth parted.

That punch, the flood scattered.

With that punch, the world collapsed.

That punch, the primordial fall.

With the dual meaning of thunder god and ghost god, the feeling of that punch hitting the bridge of the nose was like being shot in the head with a cannon.

Nano Xuantian soared into the air, even flying directly over the heads of many girls.

It was the first punch of the beginning of heaven and earth, and that was the first sound when the rules of the world were determined

The gray-green wind turned into death and fire.

The ghost fire burned the plain, the steel needle fell suddenly, and under one punch, all the girls and the only boy in the direction that Lin Xuanchen faced fell directly collectively, and the martial artists who said that the good heaven can only fight in close combat, not group attack, it seems that it doesn't work?

Not.

The dark green flames and the rain of steel needles were nothing but illusions, and the girl's fallen figure was only affected by the spread of wind pressure. When the girls used their battle spirit one by one, they immediately got up again, pulled out the weapons they were wearing, and faced Lin Xuanchen with great eyes.

Lin Xuanchen's little face did not have any expression, as if the goddess of the heavenly realm descended to the earth, with the divine power that almost completely faded from human nature, judged the original sin of the world.

"If you want to fight, then fight!" her weak voice, spreading the confession of war, the storm arose, and the spikes of metal quickly peeked out from the ground, turning into an illusion of infinite sword. Between the real and the illusory, only the roar of the storm is immortal.

"Stop!!" Wei Lan Rongruo's voice was like breaking ice and cutting snow: "Since Sister Lin has comprehended the Battle Soul Beast and can control it so freely, then according to the above meaning, she should be a saint!"

"Holy women must not be hostile to each other!"

The Great Monk's voice was full of the majesty of the superior one. Lin Xuanchen smiled at her, and the wings behind her spun and exploded, turning into countless metal feathers scattered. Lin Xuanchen actually only made this move, sacrificing her wings and scattering her feathers as a flying god soldier, because she had already smelted the chain blade, and even the black key had been smelted, so her feathers were enough to cut through the precious holy weapon.

No one could stop such an attack, such as Yehevireen Lanwei, who had already fallen in a pool of blood at this time.

Lin Xuanchen smiled and walked over to Yehevilin's almost sieve-shot "corpse", raised a hand, and recited a spell that the slaves of Jianzhou couldn't understand at all, her spell came from Silver Dust.

Huge blue ripples rippled in the air, and golden light swam on Yehvireen Lanwei's body, and Lanwei, who was seriously injured and died, quickly recovered in the surprised eyes of everyone.

"Chrono Trigger: Retreat!"

......

【In the tent】

Looking at the twenty Jianzhou girls in front of him who were busy with their "residence" in flowers, Lin Xuanchen did not feel the comfort of being carefully served, but felt that he seemed to be under house arrest "higher".

"Congratulations! Now my sister is the official saint!" "In the face of the saint, Wei Lan Rongruo had to make a curtsy, Lin Xuanchen looked at her combination of Chinese and Western etiquette, and felt very disturbed, after these few things, the smile in Lin Xuanchen's eyes Wei Lan Rongruo has become very fake.

"Does the Holy Maiden have any authority?" Lin Xuanchen sat upright in her chair and asked expressionlessly, she wanted to escape from this place more than any other time at this time, but she also felt that she couldn't escape from this place. The twenty slaves of Jianzhou are all the Chosen One, and in fact, the entire Chosen Sect is a huge and totalitarian organization of the Chosen One serving the Chosen One.

"Simple, the life and death of these twenty people under your command is provided that you can suppress them with your soul energy. Wei Lan Rongruo's smile was like a beautiful snake: "If you become the chosen one, you have to memorize the teachings, and there are exams every year, and it will be miserable to fail." So, sister, don't think that everything will be fine if you forcibly open the Battle Soul Beast through your own efforts. You are a saint in the church, and you want to set an example for the believers of the world. ”

"But I may have already entered another sect. Lin Xuanchen's face was not very good-looking.

"It's okay, just take refuge in us, besides, don't think that this sage dress on your body only has a switch like the red and blue orb...... To put it simply, because it is impossible for the Chosen One to cover the door, and even to the ordinary Scattered Yuan Poison, in order to facilitate management, we have to write articles on our clothes. In fact, there are countless mechanisms on this kind of robe, and the most important mechanism is the waist circumference, which is specially designed to prevent the war spirit from rushing into the brain along the spine and causing blackening accidents, some of the Chosen ones dare to pull out the Chosen Spear to face the strong when they are desperate, relying on this waist circumference, so there is a rule that the Chosen One cannot go out without wearing a ceremonial dress, after all, who can stand it if it turns into a 'meat worm' at any time......? Wei Lan Rongruo gently stretched out a small finger, hooked in front of Lin Xuanchen, a soul qi floated out, shot into Lin Xuanchen's neckline, Lin Xuanchen immediately felt a tightness on her body, as if she had been hit by an uncertain turmoil, she hurriedly picked up the "Nine Heavens" magic skill, and wanted to rely on the soul qi to break free from that terrible sense of restraint, but found that the clothes on her body were like monsters, continuously absorbing the soul qi in his body, and it seemed to be getting heavier and heavier, she quickly stood up, and her movements were as slow as if she was suffering from "deficiency" a few years ago Even if you take a few steps in this little tent, you will sweat profusely. Lin Xuanchen's face was flushed, and she could feel that several straps in this dress were gently wriggling like poisonous snakes, tightening more and more on the sensitive and embarrassing parts of her body.

"You! how can you do this!" Lin Xuanchen was so angry that tears fell down, and Wei Lanrong still had a beautiful and poisonous smile: "Each of us has come over like this, not to mention women, even the dresses on men's bodies have such and such organs! Do you know that we are so good at the popular Longyang in Jianzhou, as a woman, if you want to get a good second half of your life, you must not only compete with other women, but also compete with other men!" The Nano boy you saw today, he has a very, very handsome male pet under him, called Long Aotian, he is a name and wants you to serve him after you are familiar with our culture, as for your little male ticket, hehe, I didn't say it, I became our prisoner, then everything is up to me!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Lin Xuanchen argued: "Brother Yinchen didn't have ......"

She didn't finish speaking, because her body erupted with arcane purple light, purple light disturbed the space, introducing a higher dimension to this ordinary earthly world, Lin Xuanchen felt his feet leave the ground, and after flying extremely fast in a glass tube for a second, he landed again with a slight weightless vertigo.

In front of him, there is a blood-colored city, full of corpses, and ears full of tragic wails, as if an accident, fell from the world into the Yellow Spring Hell, in this blood-colored eyes, the pale and familiar back in the center of the field of vision, like a guiding light lit up in the dead night, suddenly let the panicked little girl settle down.

As long as that figure appears in front of you, no matter what kind of desperate situation you are in, you can rest assured forever.

That figure is Lin Xuanchen's sky, and it is her world.

【The second day of October in the ninth year of Showa】【The Forbidden City of Pershing in the South】

This is a historic moment, on this day, the northerners officially broke through Pershing, captured Emperor Ling and Empress Linghua, and merged more than 1,300 eunuchs and palace maids. The guards Long Chunlan, Hua Chufeng, Ding Haibo, Chen Youshi and others "died in battle", Pan Rengui, Zhan Guang and other surrendered to Cheng, one thousand Zhen Wang Wei, Shenwu Hou "Eight Hundred Dragon Forbidden Captains" all died heroically, more than 113,000 soldiers died in battle, and 329,000 people died in the battle of the million-strong army in the north. The defenders of the southern country, although defeated, are still glorious!

In the afternoon of the same day, Harlan Xuanming received a decree from Phoenix City, allowing the soldiers to loot for three days. Except for the city walls and the palace buildings, the rest are arbitrary. On the same day, in the name of the Shadow Emperor Nano Future, the Nano Pit Viper bypassed Harlan Xuanming and announced the slaughter of the city......

Whoever is in the kingdom will be slaughtered!

【In the Qianqing Palace】

Harlan Xuan watched coldly as his subordinates tied the Spirit Emperor to a wooden cross, at this time the Spirit Emperor had already gotten rid of the control of the poison, his face returned to normal, and he was wearing a bright yellow dragon robe, like a crucifixion of the Holy Son. The cross was carried out, stood on the top of a gorgeous luanyu, and was carried by eight high-spirited Jianzhou slaves and began to parade through the streets.

Wherever the Spirit Emperor wandered the streets, the inhumane massacre began.

Harlan Xuanming looked at the Spirit Emperor's hair, which had turned extremely white overnight, and there was no pity or kindness in his cold and hard eyes, only simple and profound hatred. The Emperor Moro beside him still had the arrogant attitude of a victor, but Nie Wanliu, who was next to the Emperor Moro, had only bitterness in his eyes.

It is the bitterness of being pushed forward by fate and duty, but helpless to the crushed conscience.

Nie Wanliu knew that more than a hundred years ago today, the founding emperor of the southern kingdom at that time also did the same thing to the ancestors of the Harlan family, whether it was the Harlan family or the wise Beiwu Emperor, it was impossible to let go of this unforgettable hatred, but did this hatred have anything to do with the millions of innocent people in this city?

They didn't participate in the massacre of a hundred years ago!

"When is the time for retribution? Nie Wanliu could only shake his head, shaking his head in vain, and then he had to follow Harlan Xuanming to visit a slashing feast that had no beauty at all.

According to the bloody decree of Emperor Beiwu (Nie Wanliu thought it was more likely to be the Shadow Emperor), all the old, weak and rotten people in Pershing City were slaughtered, and those who were willing to surrender could be taken in as slaves, and those who did not want to be killed without mercy, and women, no matter how old or young, would be played with by ten people, and then the car would be broken and died.

When the group walked out of the Qianqing Palace, they could only see that the palace city was bleak and deserted, there was no Imperial Forest Army, no sticky poles, no celebrants, no elegant and dignified palace maids like blue and white porcelain, and no eunuchs in plain robes haunting, everything was as dead and silent as a tomb.