In the rubble of broken bricks, Yu Linghe and Bai Longma saw many corpses. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

That's right, it's a lot of corpses belonging to the human race. Moreover, the corpses were far from being shriveled up like zombies as they had imagined. These corpses, before the building collapsed, were flesh and blood with life.

But at this moment, under the attack of Reiga, the building collapsed. So those people were crushed to death in the house.

This blood-drenched scene is shocking to watch.

Yu Linghe and Bailongma are both people who have seen big scenes, and the death of dozens of living beings is not a big event in their eyes.

However, they were shocked by how these people existed.

They broke through the light mask and entered the studio, where they had already sensed it with their psychic powers. Here, there is no breath of living beings. In other words, the figures seen outside the light mask are all manifested by some kind of illusion.

Therefore, Yu Linghe will attack the buildings in the city without fear.

However, none of them thought about it. These buildings are not empty, but still alive.

It's just that when Yu Linghe and Bailongma used their spiritual power to scan again, they still found nothing.

"Illusion?" Yu Linghe muttered, but he immediately shook his head, with his strength at this time, after being on guard, even Xue Mo, who was known for his spiritual power, would not want to confuse him.

Therefore, the piece of flesh and blood below is definitely a real life form.

"Let's go!" With Yu Linghe's soft shout, the white dragon horse hissed, the wings on his back spread, and in a moment he had already come to the collapsed building.

The closer he got to this place, the more Yu Linghe could feel a strong smell of blood coming to his face.

These people are indeed creatures who have just died.

A buzzing sound rang out suddenly, and I don't know where it came from, as if it had risen from the Nine Shadows.

"Kill my Terran, damn it!"

"Kill my Terran, damn it!"

The humming sound turned into the sound of thunder, which resounded in the nearby space, and even caused the space power to vibrate.

This voice pointed directly at people's hearts, as if the souls of these people who had just died were condensed, pointing at Yu Linghe and scolding through the air.

However, Yu Linghe was as steady as Mount Tai and was unmoved. He held a dragon spear, and on the white dragon horse, it was like a majestic mountain, no matter how strong the wind howled, he could not shake the foundation.

Huo Ran, Yu Linghe stretched out his hand, and the dragon spear was raised high, blooming with a strong and dazzling light. The light was so pompous that it seemed to be able to illuminate all darkness.

Suddenly, the original whistling humming sound died away, as if it had never appeared.

Yu Linghe's face did not have the slightest hint of sadness and joy, he lowered his head, glanced at the remains of everyone, and buried the sorrow in his heart deeply.

At this moment, even if he really killed the wrong one, he couldn't show the slightest fear and regret.

Even if he knew that there was a sea of blood in front of him, if he wanted to break through the sea, he would have to dye his hands with blood, he couldn't retreat at all.

It was a path that had been paved long ago, and the only thing he could do was to move forward, forward, and forward, until he broke through all darkness and saw the light of victory.

And on this road, no matter how many sacrifices and how many worries, he has no qualifications to look back.

This is fate, the fate of him and the white dragon horse.

As if sensing the resentment in Yu Linghe's heart, the white dragon horse suddenly neighed, raised its iron hooves, and instantly rushed into another nearby building.

This is a restaurant, and if they are outside the restaurant, they can't feel any breath of life at all. However, when they rushed into it, they found that the restaurant was full of friends. Whether it was the guests on the seats, the little two who ran the hall, or the bookkeeper on the counter, they all looked at themselves with surprised eyes.

Indeed, if you are dining in a restaurant and suddenly a guy with a gun on a horse runs in, you will probably be suspicious.

Yu Linghe rolled his eyes and took everyone's expressions into his eyes. He didn't even know what it was like.

It turned out that the people in the studio were really alive, but because of the restraint of some kind of power, which blocked the breath of their existence.

If these people lived, what about the people he knew, such as Wei Ran, Wei Xuanyang, and others? Do they also live in this world and look forward to being saved day and night?

Yu Linghe's heart became hot again.

Gently pinching the horse's belly, the white dragon horse immediately understood what he meant, and left the restaurant in a flash.

The dragon spear in Yu Linghe's hand pointed at the City Lord's Mansion, and when he was about to let the white dragon horse smash the Yellow Dragon, a thought suddenly flashed in his heart.

He vaguely felt that something was not right, and the reaction of everyone in the restaurant seemed to be a little strange. Although they are all living human races, and they can't fake their life characteristics or soul fluctuations, Yu Linghe was stunned and felt that there was something out of place in this.

The white dragon horse had a spiritual connection with him, and his body suddenly turned around in mid-air, and rushed into the restaurant again.

At this time, there were still these people in the restaurant, but unlike Shicai, who seemed to be frightened, they had already stood up at this moment, and knelt down in one direction at the same time.

Their expressions and eyes were extremely reverent, and there was naturally a strong power of faith in them.

Yu Linghe is no stranger to the gods, as long as he looks at it, he can know that the power of faith in these believers is extremely strong, and the power of faith released by each of them is comparable to that of a fanatical believer.

The Terrans believe in the gods and worship the gods, which is really just a ritual.

Even among the hundreds, there may not be a true fanatic. Generally speaking, although people do not deny the existence of gods, if the gods cannot bring them vital benefits, then only a very small number of people truly believe in gods.

However, the people here are far beyond this probability, and the identity of each person who falls to the ground is different. However, their piety is as if carved out of a mold, and they all meet the standards of fanatics.

Looking at these people who were desperately kneeling and chanting, Yu Linghe's heart was cold, as if he had fallen into an abyss, and this abyss was even more cold, making people shiver with cold.

Huo Ran, those who were kneeling raised their heads, they slowly turned around, and locked on to Yu Linghe with their eyes.

Although there are also warriors among these people, they are of a low rank, and at most they are believers. At this time, in Linghe's eyes, it was not enough at all. However, being stared at by these people with strange eyes, even Yu Linghe had a feeling of numbness in his scalp.

It seemed that at this moment, it was not them looking at themselves at all, but some powerful being staring at themselves through his eyes.

The corners of Yu Linghe's mouth twitched slightly, and he said slowly: "The son of luck on the yin side." ”

He knew that there was only one person who caused such terrible consequences.

"You, kill my Terran, damn it!"

A tall man stepped forward, pointed at Yu Linghe, scolded angrily, and then pounced directly on him, looking at his angry eyes and gritting his teeth, as if he had an enmity with Yu Linghe, and wanted to tear him to pieces.

However, Yu Linghe was sure that they had never met a moment before.

"You, kill my Terran, damn it!"

A succession of voices rang out from the mouths of these people, and the pious and peaceful appearance on their faces instantly became like a volcanic eruption, and they swarmed up, their eyes were fanatical and unrepentant, and their mouths shouted loudly, and they rushed forward desperately, rushing towards Yu Linghe.

In this moment, even the weakest people can become fearless warriors, and their faith becomes the greatest driving force for their fanaticism.

A trace of sadness flashed in the depths of Yu Linghe's eyes.

These people, they are indeed alive. But what is the difference between them and those who are already dead?

They have become fanatics, fanatics who can forget everything and sacrifice everything for the sake of their faith. It only takes a command from their faith to make these people who are usually like lambs burst into fanatical emotions and do crazy things that even the most brutal murderer cannot do.

Though their bodies live, their souls though they exist. However, they are no longer living individuals, but walking corpses living for the sake of their faith.

With a long sigh, the dragon spear in Yu Linghe's hand trembled slightly.

A scorching and powerful light came out of the dragon lance, and each of these lights represented a destructive force.

The next moment, all the light pierced the vital point of a person's throat accurately.

The restaurant seemed to be quiet for a moment, and all the noise and roaring came to a halt at this moment.

Then, those who had been pierced through their throats and had lost their strength fell one after another, and no one was able to stand up again. Whether it was an ordinary human race or a believer-level cultivator, they were all killed by this shot that seemed to fly from the sky.

The white dragon horse turned around and left the restaurant without looking back.

Although the building did not collapse, the hearts of the people inside had already collapsed.

The white dragon horse flew high and flew towards the City Lord's Mansion.

A moment later, they had already arrived in the sky above the City Lord's Mansion. And looking down from the air, Yu Linghe immediately saw a familiar figure.

Azure, the master of the studio.

The lord of the castle, who had once impressed him, was standing quietly in a mansion with his hands behind his back.

And this mansion, he will never forget.

Because this is the courtyard where he lived, and in this courtyard began the promotion and spread of beast chess.

This is where he really started, and it is impossible to forget it no matter what.

(To be continued.) )