readx;? Nearly a hundred miles outside the puppet city, a team dressed in black stopped. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The members of the team were generally not tall, their skin was very white, and they seemed to have not seen the sun for many years, but judging from the momentum they exuded, their cultivation was actually above the Protonuclear Realm.

The first man sat on a huge griffin, and his body exuded bursts of dead rot, as if he had stepped out of a coffin.

"Stop!" the man in the lead suddenly raised one arm and let out a gloomy and harsh sound.

The long line stopped instantly.

The man in the lead stared intently ahead, his brow furrowed.

Ahead, obviously, this is not a normal place.

When the eyes were full of verdant green, they immediately turned into a strange grayness, and there was no place for transition, as if there was an invisible line here that divided the world into two halves, half of which was verdant and fresh, and the other half was gray and dead.

He took two more steps forward, and the man in the lead looked even more solemn and his heart became more and more frightened.

Just a short distance ahead, he smelled a deadly breath. Although as a necromantic race, his attainments in death were even better than those of the four peak races, but this was the first time he had encountered this strange death qi.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared in the dead ground in front of him, startling the contemplative man.

"The one who came is Lord Mo Ye of the Necromantic Clan? Tuoba Hong of the Lower Demon Clan, he made a special trip here to wait for the master. An extremely tall man in the prime of life said in a loud voice, "This is my coalition waist card." ”

As he spoke, the big man named Tuoba Hong threw a black waist tag at the man.

Mo Ye took the waist card and looked at it carefully, then he breathed a long sigh of relief, and said in a cold voice after throwing the waist card back to Tuoba Hong: "I am Mo Ye." Is Guning City ahead? Why does it look so eerie?"

Hearing this, Tuoba Hong laughed heartily and said: "My lord doesn't know, this is a death array specially arranged by my son-in-law, and my son-in-law is quite enthusiastic about the way of the dead, and I want to use this array to discuss with Lord Mo Ye." ”

Mo Ye didn't feel the slightest resentment when he heard this, but his eyes showed a hint of joy, "Your son-in-law is really a master, I was about to ask for a lesson or two about this formation, you lead the way!"

Half an hour later, under the leadership of Tuoba Hong, Mo Ye and his entourage walked through this "dead land" in fear and came to Guning City.

It's still the same city, but the scenery is completely different. People come and go on the street, shops are lined up one after another, shouting and soliciting customers are endless, and there is a thriving color.

After a while, Mo Ye and his entourage came to a restaurant.

"Lord Mo Ye, my son-in-law is arranging the formation in the west of the city, you will taste our wine here first, and I will go and find my son." Tuoba Hong beckoned.

"It doesn't matter. Mo Ye picked up the wine glass that Tuoba Hong had poured and took a sip casually, and then a strange expression appeared on his face.

After a glass of wine, although Mo Ye didn't taste anything, he had a feeling from the bottom of his heart that he had never felt before, as if he was ...... It seems that all the worries of the past have disappeared with this glass of wine.

I can't wait to fill myself with another cup, and Mo Ye drank it all.

After two glasses of wine, the strange feeling was even worse, Mo Ye felt that the world had never been so beautiful, as if his heart that had always been gloomy had become sunny.

Mo Ye still felt unsatisfied, and poured himself a drink again.

After three glasses of wine, Mo Ye felt that he had entered a new world, in which there was only happiness, no worries, only sunshine, and no gloom.

And then...... Then there was no consciousness.

When Mo Ye woke up, he found himself in a strange space, and a handsome sunny boy in front of him was lying leisurely on the sunlit grass.

Mo Ye hurriedly stepped forward, bowed down and shouted, "Master." ”

The Sunshine Boy is naturally Xintian, and this strange space in Mo Ye's eyes is naturally the puppet space of the Wanhua Origin Treasure Vase.

"Huh?" Xintian seemed to be disturbed by his dreams, and muttered to himself in some ignorance, "Another batch?"

This has been nearly a hundred teams that have been "fished" to Guning City by themselves for many days, and every time a batch comes, Xintian will use various ways to turn the team's mind into his perfect puppet, and then the entire team will all become perfect puppets.

In Guning City, which is all "its own people", Xintian has a way to achieve its own goals.

For example, this time, it was a kind of wine.

"Mo Ye, is the wine delicious?" Xintian asked a little lazily, "Do you know the name of this wine?"

Without waiting for Mo Ye, who looked confused, to speak, Xintian replied by himself: "This wine is called 'Forget Worries', and after three glasses of wine, no matter what worries will be swept away." ”

Mo Ye nodded his head when he heard this, and he thought so.

The recipe for this wine was inadvertently obtained by Xintian from a memory ball of ground ash, and it was tried countless times in the Time Barrier before finally concocting the finished product.

The effect is not bad.

This also allowed Xintian to reaffirm the unique value of the memory orbs obtained from the Abandoned City.

Just by consulting a very small part of the memory ball, Xintian got a lot of valuable things, such as fine wine, food, and gambling skills, but it was limited to the lack of resources in Guning City, and many ideas could not be put into practice.

"It's time to expand outward. Xintian thought silently in his heart.

At this time, nearly half a month has passed since Xintian's first arrival, and Xintian believes that he has accumulated enough strength to show his skills in this war-torn primary civilization universe country.

This "Wild Universe" was originally a primary civilization of the human race, but now half of it has fallen into the hands of the "coalition forces", and almost every star country, every galaxy and even every planet is in full swing of war.

And from the mouths of many perfect puppets, it is known that the Terrans have organized considerable strength at this time, and the war is turning from a one-sided situation to a stalemate.

It's a good time for Xintian to exert its strength.

And the nearly 50 years of penance in the time barrier have also made Xintian a lot of progress in the formation, and several basic formations have been used by Xintian to be supernatural, which is enough to ensure the safety of the rear of Guning City.

"Then—" Xintian's eyes were shining and his fighting spirit was high, "Fight!"

......

The planet where Guning City is located is the capital planet of a primary star country, similar in size to Xintian's Earth, but much more prosperous than Earth.

Cities like Guning City, there are so many on this planet that they are simply inconspicuous, and only cities with a population of more than 100 million can barely be called cities.

Only those with a population of more than 1 billion are qualified to be called large cities, and the number of large cities like this on the planet is also counted in "10,000".

Coincidentally, the capital of this planet is also called "Celestial City", which has the same name as the "Celestial City" on Earth, but the scale and prosperity are also incomparable.

The entire Celestial City occupies one percent of the planet's surface area, and the population is half of the entire planet's population, 50 trillion.

And now, this celestial city is already in turmoil, and even two of the Nine Great Cities have fallen into the hands of the "coalition forces".

Just like the city of Guning, once the "coalition army" captures a city, the first thing they have to do is to slaughter the city.

It is no longer known how many innocent Terran lives have died tragically under the butcher's knife of the "coalition forces".

The Terrans of the entire planet live in an atmosphere of extreme fear, and the first thing that almost all the Terrans think when they wake up is: Can I still live today?

And today, the Nine Great Cities of Celestial City have fallen to another one - the Acropolis of Celestial City No. 3.

The "coalition forces" are taking a short break, and soon, the massacre of the city will begin.

Nearly a trillion Terrans in the entire Acropolis No. 3 are imprisoned in nearly 10,000 places, and what awaits them will be the darkest and most painful moment of their lives.

Slaughtered like pigs.

If you are unfortunate enough to be a slightly beautiful woman, there are countless inhumane ways to die of humiliation.

The entire Acropolis is shrouded in an extremely oppressive and terrifying atmosphere, and a considerable number of people have chosen to leave this world voluntarily because they can't endure this psychological torture before death.

In a huge high-rise building covering an area of nearly 10,000 square kilometers, more than 100 million people are imprisoned here.

Although there were only a small number of "coalition" troops, they were sufficient for these unarmed ordinary terrans.

At this time, the building was filled with a foul smell that made people want to vomit.

Under this boundless fear of death, the phenomenon of incontinence can be seen everywhere.

More than 100 million people have gathered together, and death is just around the corner, no one is spared, and the ugliest side of human nature has completely exploded.

Some people are armed with murder weapons, and they cut people when they see them, desperately venting their fear of death.

Some people are sexually sexual, in groups of three or five, or even dozens or hundreds of people, ravaging the women next to them in every way, venting their ** before they die.

Many more, however, sit starlessly on the ground, their minds blank, numbly waiting for death to come.

However, there is always a small group of people who are different, and among the more than 100 million human races, there will always be some people who are determined and flexible.

Now these people are gathered in a relatively clean and crisp hall to discuss something in secret.

An old man with gray hair stood in a prominent part of the crowd, apparently one of the leaders of the group.

The old man looks close to his sixtieth year, but his spirit is still strong, and he is full of confidence when he speaks, and there is no cringe and numbness at all.

"Instead of sitting and waiting to die, we should rise up and resist," the old man's face was serious, his eyes red from being overly emotional, "What we have to do is to find out all the cultivators in the entire building and let them lead us in a last stand." ”

"However, the proportion of cultivators is one in ten thousand," a slightly chubby middle-aged man frowned, "I'm afraid there are less than a thousand cultivators in the entire building, hey...... We're so powerless......"

Everyone gradually fell silent, and the matter was discussed in the end, and in the end, there was still no power, and they could only be slaughtered.

At this moment, a figure suddenly appeared above everyone's heads, a figure hanging above everyone's heads.

Everyone couldn't help but look overhead, their eyes showing a look of shock, and a hint of anticipation.

Those who can stand in the air must be monks, and most likely monks above the Protonuclear Realm.

"This ...... Master, are you—" The old man in the armor was the first to react, and asked in a trembling tone.

The "high-ranking man" hanging above the hall replied: "My name is Xintian, or you can call me - the Savior." ”