The monstrous flames deeply shocked everyone's eyes, and everyone's eyes were blazing!

Boom! Someone drowned and spitted and muttered with shocked eyes: "Chief of the General Staff...... Is this the strength of the Chief of the General Staff? ”

Unfold the holy white wings behind you, carrying a raging flame, standing high in the sky, burning the gray sun overhead, how shocking this scene is!

Not far away, the temporary command.

Wang Lao reacted and realized that this would be a good opportunity to boost the morale of the country.

"Quick! Link optical propagation base station! ”

"Spread the battle picture of Qin Jue to the whole country!"

Wang Lao's eyes were hot: "Let the whole country see, our Great Xia also has our own god of war in this terminally ill world!" ”

The faces of the people around were shocked, and they immediately started to operate.

Soon, as the light propagation base station projected the picture all over the country, the entire Great Xia was boiling!

"Is this the Chief of the General Staff! Fierce! It's too fierce! Hahaha, this is the chief of the general staff of Qin Jue that I believe in! ”

Next to the ruins, there are fierce men who look up to the sky and laugh wildly.

"Brother, I will try to follow in your footsteps!"

Next to the men, there was a mountain of corpses piled up by starvation, and on the mountain of corpses, a boy wearing a gray sweatshirt and burying his head in a gray coat and hat slowly raised his head, holding a bloodstained blade in one hand, and a pair of indifferent eyes full of light, but the corners of his mouth suddenly hooked up a bitter smile.

"But brother, you are a much-anticipated faith, where will you remember the child you saved casually."

The men's voices came: "Deng Ya, you kid has starved to death and killed all the tricks in this area, what do you want us old uncles to do?" ”

The boy in the gray sweatshirt got up, picked up the blade casually, and walked to the Jinbi nightclub not far away.

"Hey! Don't go there, there's a level 3 spook in there, and hundreds of people have already died there! ”

The men shouted in a hurry.

The boy in the gray sweatshirt waved his hand, and his back gradually disappeared.

"Alas, Deng Yana is the most powerful kid in our film, and his strength is terrifying at a young age, so he is probably floating."

"Forget it, let's go along, just cover that kid and pull him out."

The men reluctantly got up and walked towards the Jinbi Nightclub.

But suddenly, the huge clubhouse erupted with a loud roar, as if the load-bearing beams of the building had been broken.

In the next second, a huge bloody corpse smashed through the wall and flew out like a cannonball.

It fell heavily on the ground, dust and fog everywhere, and the smell of blood was pungent.

Then, the figure of the boy in the gray sweatshirt slowly appeared in the dust and mist deep in the clubhouse, and the bloodstained blade had already added new blood.

"Goo-dong!"

The men swallowed and looked at the gray sweatshirt boy in disbelief, and some even had pupils trembling violently!

"It's true!" A sturdy man touched the huge blood-colored corpse of the dead, his eyes were instantly shocked, and he looked at the boy in the gray sweatshirt: "This is the third-level trick entrenched in the Jinbi Nightclub!" ”

"Deng Ya, how the hell did you do it!"

"Deng Ya, you're only fifteen years old!"

"Mom, he's really a genius."

"666, Deng Ya is absolutely amazing, how did you do it?"

All the sturdy men were shocked.

The gray sweatshirt boy silently walked out of the broken wall of the clubhouse, shook off the blood on the blade with his hand, raised his eyelids slightly, squinted and smiled, and said lightly: "If you keep standing still, how can you live in this terminally ill world." ”

Putting away the blade, he walked towards the more eerie place where he was entrenched, his eyes becoming more and more tenacious and indifferent.

"The weakest third-level trick is not as good as the corpse king killed by the chief of staff at the beginning."

"Kill it, a sword is enough."

Looking at the back of the boy in the gray sweatshirt walking farther and farther away.

A blood-colored single-edged sword that hangs from the waist and shakes gently.

The sturdy men swallowed their spittle.

Jiang Cheng is super perverted again.

……

Snowy plateau.

Countless people in the snowy region knelt in front of the huge temple.

It was dense, like an endless black stagnant water.

In the temple, a mysterious pale green light constantly emerges, and from time to time it suddenly shoots into the sky, piercing the clouds and shooting into the distant starry sky.

At the same time, there are ancient sounds similar to Sanskrit sounds, which come out of the temple, echoing on the roof of the snowy world, and vibrating the eardrums of the people in the snowy region.

Everyone's eyes are empty.

But on the mountain peak next door, which is not far away, on a cliff, there is constantly arrogant laughter.

"Hahaha, what a ridiculous, stupid snowy land, dirty prophet."

A man with a disheveled head, dressed in a tattered red robe, leaned on a cliff, raised his stubble chin, picked up a yak leather wine jug, and poured it into the spirits.

The liquor entered his throat, and the vicissitudes of life squinted and smiled, and the messy hair on his forehead was rolled up by the cold wind, revealing a face crossed by a scar.

"It's ridiculous hahaha."

"Hahaha, worship the prophet and get eternal life?"

"The weird way of killing people is so fresh and refined hahaha."

The one who kneels on the roof of the world.

The echo of Sanskrit sounds that keeps ringing.

In the eyes of this red-robed man, the more he looked at it, the more ridiculous he felt.

Looking at it, the red-robed man staggered to his feet, and there seemed to be a thick and swarthy knife hanging from his waist, which was the favorite cattle slaughtering knife used by the people of the snowy region.

"It looks like this snowy region can't stay any longer."

"In the world, my butcher is a homeless."

Shaking his head, the drunken red-robed man staggered, his hands and feet seemed to be uncontrollable, but he simply climbed up from the cliff neatly.

"No home."

"No home."

The red-robed man staggered along the cliff, laughing wildly and drinking strong wine.

Suddenly, in front of him, the void shook, and there were virtual prisms surging, and then a huge being, standing high in front of him.

The gears turned, and a voice sounded, and a pair of ancient eyes projected the appearance of a red-robed man.

"Worship the Prophet and You Will Have Eternal Life......"

The red-robed man stopped, raised his head slightly, grinned and scolded: "Holy shit, don't you need to come to brainwash me personally, right?" ”

At that moment, the swarthy cattle slaughtering knife was pulled out with a bang.

……

Tokai City.

The cheers were deafening and resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Countless eyes stared feverishly at the winged figure.

It seems to be about to engrave the monstrous flames firmly in my mind.

Trample!

Bronze mirror space.

Aikawa's eyes widened, although he had no eyes.

"Isn't it? Even the birds in the Alps? How much power is still unexposed in him? ”

"Doesn't that mean that the longer I stay here, the more he will open up the gap in strength?"

Bronze Tai Chi Ding space.

The red giant fish finally looked at the wings behind Qin Jue silently, although it was silent, but in the depths of the huge fish's eyes, there was still a faint fear that flashed gently.

Is this tinder so complex?