The last hope, that's the last hope!

Up to now, Xiao Chen has only put his hope on luck, his luck has always been good, but with the Pope's great prophecy first, he doubted his luck for the first time. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

It's not that he doubts his strength, but that he doubts his luck, Xiao Chen can't help but feel desolate, when, he, Xiao Chen, is going to rely on luck to survive? But now, he can only rely on luck, if his luck is not good....

Xiao Chen's eyes flashed with cold light, he was not good-looking, how could he ever live and fear death!

The wind is getting colder and colder, the weather of Ragnarok is ever-changing, he has run more than a thousand miles, he has endured the peace of spring, the fierceness of summer, the sorrow of autumn, and the bleakness of winter, but there is only one climate in his heart, that is, cold, extremely cold!

It's killing, infinite killing thoughts!

"There are still 300 miles. Calculating the distance of the first location, Xiao Chen changed his direction again, and he was farther away from the destination, but if he didn't change the direction, he would be caught up before the 300-mile journey was completed.

The empress and the pope were only 6 or 7 miles away from him, and it was within reach of such a strong man, and the empress almost made a move several times, thinking of the pope's words, she still suppressed the desire to attack. She didn't dare to underestimate Xiao Chen, a demon, even if Xiao Chen was seriously injured, she didn't dare to say that she could hit Xiao Chen in person, let alone that it was still six or seven miles away.

took out the communicator and whispered a few words, with a sneer on his weird and beautiful face, "You can't run away." ”

"Then we'll have to try. ”

Xiao Chen changed his direction again, this time towards his destination, there was only a distance of less than 100 miles left in several turns, and the empress and the pope also chased him within three miles, such a short distance, he already felt the empress's cold murderous aura, and what made him even more uncomfortable was the pope's belief that he would be put to death.

The Pope has no murderous spirit, not even hatred and hatred, for the Pope, to kill him for the sake of the tens of billions of people of the British League in Eastern Europe, for the sake of justice, to ask him to die is not to kill him, but to put him to death and punish him.

This undoubtedly made him even more uncomfortable, like a man's back.

80 miles,

70 miles,

60 miles!

Xiao Chen could feel the remnants of the fallen gods, and a vague ripple led into his mind, because it was too vague, he didn't understand the meaning of the ripple, but he knew very well that if there was no remnant of Hou Yi's thoughts, he wouldn't even feel this ripple.

It's like the empress and the pope, their strength is indeed strong, but they are not recognized by the remnants of the gods of Ragnarok, and they will definitely not be able to sense this kind of fluctuation.

50 miles,

40 miles,

30 miles...

The fluctuations became clearer and clearer, and they merged into substantive language in his mind: "Why? Why? Emperor Xuanyuan, I fought for you, fought bloody battles for you, and lost my clansmen for the creatures of the world, why do you want to do this to me, why?"

"I didn't want to devour the heavens and the earth, I didn't think about it, I just didn't want to give up my identity as a god, I didn't want to lose my strength, so I was going to kill me?

The words swelled and exploded in his mind, Xiao Chen had a splitting headache, he was not a real god possessed by residual thoughts, this kind of resentment came to his mind, like a chaotic memory hitting his soul, it was very uncomfortable, but the corners of his mouth pursed a smile, and his eyes were dark and cold.

Luckily, this god's remnant thoughts are very strong, and there should be strong fierce beasts, which is simply great!

The empress put away the communication device, and her smile became colder and colder, yes, really good!

The two of them each had ghosts, and their speed was extremely fast, 30 miles passed in an instant, and 25 miles passed, but at this time, Xiao Chen's smile suddenly stiffened, and twenty-four black shadows appeared in the sky in front of them, they were the six speakers and eighteen members of the United States Federation, and they went around to the front of them, and happened to block him in the middle with the Empress Pope.

The distance between these eighteen people and him is eight miles!

The empress looked up to the sky and laughed wildly: "You run, you change direction again! If you don't die today, I will cut off my head and kick you as a ball!"

She saw it all the way, and she didn't even dare to take her air attack, Xiao Chen's injuries were absolutely serious, not to mention the six speakers, even if the 18 members of the U.S. Federation might be able to surround him, now more than 20 top powerhouses surrounded him, if he doesn't die, who will die?

The Pope also breathed a sigh of relief, the Great Prophecy Technique was indeed accurate, but for a demon-level genius like Xiao Chen, he was really afraid that something would go wrong, and now that he was nine out of ten, it should be no problem.

Thinking of the old dean and Si Yahui, the Pope's face became complicated: "I'm sorry old friend, Huaxia can no longer become the kingdom of the Celestial Empire, your genius must die, but fortunately, it is not you who died." ”

Thinking of this, the Pope said slightly apologetically: "Hold back Xiao Chen, as long as you give up resistance, maybe you will not be able to die." You saved those two old guys, I owe you a favor, and I may be able to protect you for once. ”

Hearing him say this, the empress's eyes flickered twice and stopped.

Xiao Chen also stopped, and the twenty-four figures on the opposite side, which were eight miles apart, also scattered into a semicircle, blocking his way, and stood in the air. They don't dare to be careless about such a genius, since they are blocked, let's see if they can suffer less losses.

provoked Xiao Chen to work hard, the six speakers were not sure, and his eighteen councillors would be able to survive a few....

The Pope spoke again: "Your talent is too terrifying, the whole world can't tolerate you, so be tied, I want you to promise that you will do your best to save your life." ”

The voice was full of kindness, as if speaking to a poor junior, and in fact the Pope did see him as a junior. Xiao Chen is a junior genius in Huaxia, no matter how demonic he is, he is the descendant of the old dean and Si Yahui, his descendant, and naturally the descendant of the Pope.

But Xiao Chen looked at his old face, and then at the people of the United States who were blocking the way, and suddenly laughed wildly.

What does it mean to save his life? To put it bluntly, don't you just want him to be restrained and killed! What is being tied? Is it not up to them to decide whether to kill or chop when he is bound?

Maybe the Pope will really save his life, but there is a premise, and that is to make him lose all threats, that is, at the very least, to make him a waste!

Can't cultivate, have no power to restrain the chicken, and be bullied by everyone... How could he, Xiao Chen, be willing to be this kind of person!

The laughter was like a terrible howl in the night, like a trapped beast fighting, his injuries were very serious, Shura Ruthless Dao must not be overused, even if it was used again, the consequences were not something he could bear. (To be continued.) )