Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, black smoke flies to all corners of the building and rooms, a room, where sandalwood is lit, the man is lying naked on the bed, and the scantily clad woman is massaging him.

Suddenly, he felt that the hand behind his back became very cold, like a piece of ice, and he couldn't help but turn his head, and was about to scold, but he saw a terrifying face.

And the woman has long been knocked out silently.

"Ghost ......"

Bang!

The man was also knocked unconscious.

The same thing happened in every corner, most of them were knocked unconscious and tied up, and a few who resisted were killed directly.

On the top floor of the tall building, there is a steaming bath in the center, and in the water is a bald fat man with bronze skin who is two meters tall and has a lifelike tiger tattooed on his body.

The man didn't have a right arm, and the huge mechanical arm was next to it, presumably his arm.

This person is none other than Iron Tiger.

In the hazy mist, Tiehu frowned.

"True Monarch...... Immortal ...... "Half a year has passed, and the true monarch still has no appearance, which makes people wonder if it is really a celestial phenomenon."

But Tiehu, a person who knows the secrets of the upper echelons, understands that Da Zhenren has no bottom in his heart, otherwise Chang'an would not have had to be under martial law recently.

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time."

Iron Tiger thought to himself.

When I came back to my senses, I saw two ghosts and gods with a height of one foot appearing on the edge of the pond.

Iron Tiger jumped up in fright, and almost at the same time, he put on his mechanical right arm, the steam was billowing, and the fist weighing 10,000 catties slammed into the ghost god.

Rumble!!

The ghosts exploded, the black mist billowed out, and the next moment it spawned again.

At the same time, the sound of the gear machine turning sounded.

Bang!!

The wall stretched out the thick steam cannon, and eight metal projectiles pierced the body of the ghost god, but the ghost god still did not fall, his face was still calm, and he looked at the iron tiger quietly, which made people's hearts furious.

Tiehu took a few steps back, swallowed his saliva, and said in surprise, "Who are you?" ”

Now he's a little scared.

If the first move was a knee-jerk reaction to an assassination for many years, now it is people's instinct when facing unknown ghosts and gods.

The ghost god still didn't answer, but pressed step by step, Tiehu slowly retreated, and suddenly, the right arm of the machine was one, and two hook locks flew out of the palm, and the hook hooked the edge of the window, quickly pulling Tiehu out of the window.

Bang!!

The ghost god stood in front of the window, and the iron tiger slammed into the ghost god.

Then he was tied up with five flowers.

No matter how much Tiehu begged for mercy, the ghosts and gods didn't say a word.

Tie Hu's face was like ashes, thinking that this time it was really over, there was only one person in the world who controlled the ghosts and gods, and that person was the real monarch that everyone was familiar with.

Thinking of this, he regretted a little that he didn't run away earlier, but a black-and-white person like him is not easy to run, often losing power means losing his life, and he can only go one way to the black.

With the sound of footsteps.

Xu Xuan entered the room.

The moment Tie Hu saw Xu Xuan, a trembling and terrifying feeling surged into his heart.

These high-level members of the society often discuss the past and the present, and look down on this and that, but the ancients really appeared in front of them, and the kind of trembling from the heart knew that they were shallow at the beginning.

"Lord Zhenjun, disciple ......"

Without waiting for Tie Hu to speak, Xu Xuan's right hand clasped Tie Hu's head.

Tiehu only felt a splitting headache and wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be out of order, and he couldn't scream, and he died of anger after a while.

Xu Xuan instantly knew the situation in this world, as well as some interests.

Kick the corpse of the Iron Tiger away.

Soon, Chen Chao, Zhang Fu, and Lin Lingbao returned to their lives.

"Qi Yu Zhenjun, I have controlled all the people in Hongyun Tower."

"Okay, find these people, kill them directly, let go of the rest of the people, and tell them that the guilty people will automatically come to Hongyun Tower to turn themselves in, or commit suicide, and give them three days."

Xu Xuan shot out a golden light, and the golden light formed names and lifelike portraits.

As the masters of the lowest grand master, the three of them naturally have excellent memory, and they quickly wrote down the names of all the people, and a killing began.

The people inside the Red Cloud Building were directly killed, and the rest of the people confessed a few words, and then expelled from the building.

Chen Chao came over again to restore his life.

"Zhenjun, are there any instructions for the next step?" Chen Chao asked.

"Nope."

When the other people arrived, Xu Xuan pointed at Chen Chao and said, "You are a new generation of real people!" ”

Chen Chao immediately knelt down to accept it, and said, "Xie Zhenjun, the disciple will go to the soup and fight the fire, and he will not give up." ”

Xu Xuan nodded expressionlessly, he had heard this kind of thing many times, and without exception, their descendants would deteriorate.

If it weren't for the fact that this world has its own to come out from time to time to clean up, otherwise the rivers and mountains would have changed color a long time ago.

Xu Xuan came to the window, and his eyes turned into pure gold.

Wow!!

The true fire of the phoenix turned into a fire phoenix, flying high into the sky, hovering over Chang'an, and screaming from time to time, waking up the sleeping creatures.

At the same time, the disciples of the Heavenly Machine Sect began to spread the news.

"The Great True Monarch has come to save us!"

"The court is lying to us!!"

The phoenix stayed on the roof, and now everyone knows that there is a big man living in the Red Cloud Tower, a great big man.

As those people fled, the orders of the Great True Monarch were also known to the world, some were frightened, some cursed, and some fled overnight.

Most of the people at the bottom cheered happily, and some waited to see which shopkeeper was the first to give the head.

There are also people who take the initiative to resist and kill the shopkeepers and stewards who oppress them, and the government surprisingly does not care about these, because they are afraid that they will also enter the list of must-kill.

Chang'an, the imperial city.

"Ghosts, many ghosts and gods......" The ragged man trembled, his eyes were in a trance, and his mouth kept muttering about ghosts and gods.

Fear comes from the unknown, in the face of powerful demon beasts, these warriors will not be afraid, but the sudden appearance of unknown creatures, and it is also a ghost that people have passed on by word of mouth, and it is normal for many people to go crazy for a while.

Song Wendazhen and the leader Li Zheng had grim expressions, and when they looked at each other, they could see the confusion and fear in each other's eyes.

"Pull it down." Song Wen ordered.

"What's next?" Li Zheng's voice trembled a little.

"Kill, you will definitely be able to win, let the people of the Shenji Battalion go up, I don't believe that he will not die."

Song Wen walked to the Tianshu console, lightly pressed a few buttons, and the machine turned, and the eighteen steam cannons of two thousand catties of cannonballs on the city wall slowly rotated until they aimed at the direction where the Red Cloud Tower was located.

At the same time, the imperial city was filled with smoke, steam airships were rising, and there were winged warriors.

Obviously, they are going to make a move on Xu Xuan.

The Shenji Battalion is a warrior who is absolutely loyal to them, these warriors don't know how to read and read, and they don't have contact with the outside world, they don't know what the true monarch is, they only know the orders of the great real people, let them fight wherever they want.

Compared with the busy Song Wen, Li Zheng, who was speechless on the side, looked a little out of place.

"What are you waiting for?"

Song Wen's eyes unconsciously turned red, like a gambler who gambled his entire net worth.

When he turned around, he found that Li Zheng was dead, bleeding from his seven orifices, and it seemed that he had died by cutting off his meridians.

There is no way, the pressure is not something that ordinary people can imagine, after all, they have to face a thousand-year-old monster, an immortal with great prestige in people's hearts.

And this immortal is not a kind old man in mythology, but a murderous god.

In his opinion, there is no difference between killing one person and killing 10,000 people, I don't know how many families and nationalities have been erased from the map by him, if you calculate carefully, you will find that Xu Xuan has killed tens of millions of people, and he is the most terrifying murderer demon king in human history, and he is also the kindest god.

God and demon are one, one thinks of the gods, and the other thinks of the demon king.

Thinking about it, if you are facing such a guy, how much psychological pressure should be, rather than being caught and judged, it is better to take the initiative to end it and leave yourself a decent ending.

Song Wen looked at Li Zheng's corpse and was silent, he slowly walked out of the palace and flew to Lishan.

Boom Boom!

Eighteen cannons shot out a two-thousand-pound metal ball, and the energy of the cannons even paralyzed the entire city's steam system in an instant.

The sky seemed to be crossed by eighteen meteors, and the popular end point was naturally the Hongyun Building where Xu Xuan was.

In addition to this, the steam airships rose one by one, followed by a group of wingsuit warriors.

Most of these warriors practice external skills that damage lifespan, invulnerability to swords and guns and invincibility is their characteristic, they live only to fight and kill, and with the steam exoskeleton, they can even challenge hundreds of ordinary armies of thousands of people.

The ancient and tall city flew over the bright shooting stars.

The streets are covered with sewage, passers-by take their umbrellas, workers wipe the oil off their faces, street vendors look inexplicable, and everyone looks up at the sky in unison.

In the entertainment venue, a classical woman with heavy makeup held a pipe, leaned against the window, and gently blew a puff of smoke.

On the top floor of a tall building, the powerful sit on chairs and watch the flying "shooting stars" through the glass windows.

In the back garden of the imperial city, the old emperor showed a relaxed smile on the corner of his mouth, it was still good to be a powerless and powerless emperor, it was none of his business, and many policies issued in his own name were not even known in advance.

The steam cannon is the most powerful weapon in this era, and even the Celestial Elephant Grandmaster does not face this powerful weapon, which is the heat energy of an entire city.

Everyone looks at the sky and waits for a result.

Sou!

At this time, the Red Cloud Tower lit up with a burst of golden light, which was a wind formed by golden feathers, which looked a little ordinary compared to the menacing meteor cannonball.

The golden feathers glowed with a five-colored light, and with a light brush, like a swiping pen, eighteen cannonballs turned into powder, and then the feathers flew out in all directions.

Whoosh!

In the air, I saw a brilliant five-color network of feathers intertwined, like a net of heaven and earth towards the thousand-year-old city of Chang'an.

Warriors and steam machines are in ashes.

In the face of powerful force, any civilization and group is illusory, and this is a dimensionality reduction strike.

At the same time, three thousand ghosts and gods sent an army of heavenly machines to pour out.

Hundreds of ghosts travel at night, and the mountains and rivers lose their color.

Next, it will be destroyed.

In the face of Xu Xuan's thousand-year-old prestige, many people don't even have the courage to face it directly, at least thirty percent of them chose to commit suicide after the failure of Dazhenren's strongest offensive.

Lishan, under the plaque of Sanssouci Garden, Song Wen waved off his subordinates and sat quietly on the stone steps, watching the offensive be easily disintegrated, and he couldn't even see anyone.

Da-da-da-da!

There was a steady sound of footsteps behind him, and he understood his fate.

(End of chapter)