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Lin Xitang and Habs did not hesitate, they rushed out of the city, as soon as they left the city gate, it was as if they were in another world, the wilderness was shaking and twisting violently, and the fog seemed to be kneaded by an invisible hand, constantly changing.

The thunder did not stop, and the rumbling sound was endless.

In this vibration, which seemed to overturn the heavens and the earth, a blinding white light crossed the entire sky. Between light and darkness, the majestic void air fell, and the vastness of the moment was almost suffocating.

With a "fu", a black fire ignited on Habs's body, and there was a bright red drop of blood in the center of each flame seedling, and then he spat out a mouthful of blood.

This upheaval came and went quickly, the thunder stopped, the white light faded, and the whole world became the same again, and the city behind him was still running as usual.

Lin Xitang stood in place, looking up at the place where the void had cracked just now, and at that moment, the Great Heaven-Rising Machine Technique that had been dormant in his body for a long time turned.

And the white light that cut through the void and appeared with thunder carried an aura that he was very familiar with.

Zhang Boqian's "Split Air Strike"!

The fact that the Split Air Strike can be transmitted here shows that this small world is still anchored to their original world, but no matter how strong Zhang Boqian's strength is, he can't split a small world with complete laws out of thin air, so there is only one possibility!

"It's not a whole little world, it's just a fragment. Lin Xitang's waist-length silver hair was windless, the stars were circulating in his eyes, and the momentum around him was rising rapidly.

A long-barreled revolver appeared in his hand, and the famous "Qianmo Yanhua" in the seventh-level gun, but the body of the gun did not have the softness of the name at all, and it was extraordinarily thick and wide, like a shrunken Force hand cannon.

The wasteland trembled again, the weeds fell down, and as soon as they touched the ground, they melted into pools of black water, quickly sinking into the soil, disappearing without a trace, and the ubiquitous mist jumped up and down like a lost nest animal.

Suddenly, everything froze for a moment, and then Lin Xitang's figure split into dozens of paths, covering the space as far as the eye could see. This is the skill of the god general he obtained from the Great Derivation Technique, "Ghost Corridor", which can be stacked into ballistics, body techniques, and cold weapons, and once cast, it is almost impossible to capture the trajectory.

The sound of the bombardment of "Qianmo Yanhua" was extremely clear, and in the entire space, dozens of figures fired this shot at the same time.

"It's a shame to be discovered, it's just the last little bit. Habs chuckled, pressed his right hand in front of him, and quickly struck from left to right, as if he were brushing away invisible dust.

With his gesture, bands of rune light flowed out from under his palm, condensed in the air, and soon gathered a wall of runes, becoming the only calm space in the Force storm rolled up by Lin Xitang.

There were more and more runes, and the flickering light became more and more condensed, and then it seemed to become a cocoon of light more than one person high, and finally exploded, and there was no trace of the Blood Duke in place.

Dozens of figures burst one by one like bubbles, and in the end, only one was left standing quietly in the air, and the frenzied Force storm was also greatly weakened, slowly rotating with Lin Xitang as the center, and little by little into his body.

Lin Xitang stared at the place where Habs had disappeared, it was already blank, but the runes on the light cocoon still seemed to jump in front of him. It was words and symbols that he had never seen before, but at the moment when the two forces collided, he suddenly had a burst of enlightenment, as if he had touched the rules of this small world fragment, and then read the meaning.

King Wen's mountains and rivers are Ding, acting in the world by himself, refining nothingness.

In the end, there seemed to be a missing paragraph, whether it was because the fragment itself was missing, or if he failed to see the full power of the rules that Habs had displayed.

Time has long lost its meaning in the wasteland. When everything calmed down, Lin Xitang continued to move towards the depths of the mist.

He had a hunch that when the ninth city appeared, he would meet Habs again, who held the "key" to the fragment of the small world, and that it would be their final battleground.

The magnificent aurora fading from the hot spring sky, and when dusk comes, the city of thousands of lights seems to float in the sea of stars, as quiet and beautiful as ever. However, under the faint yellow light of the warm traveler's lighthouse, there are countless souls that are numb and calm with fear.

Starting from the riot that occurred in the "Deep Rock" in the middle of the night, Zhang Boqian's army almost turned over the hot springs throughout the day, installed Force magic circles everywhere to detect abnormal energy fluctuations, and dug three feet into the ground to search without any order, and then began to arrest aliens on a large scale.

Although the Great Qin and Kamala Councils were at war for most of the year, they were not to the point where they would arrest each other when they saw each other. Moreover, the hot springs are resort stars, the default neutral zone, not only many tourists from all over the world, but also many operators from Kamala Council members.

At first, there were still people who protested, but those who dared to speak out, Zhang Boqian's army did not even ask for their identity, they directly killed people, and those who did not resist only registered and detained, were not tortured, and did not suffer other personal injuries. The leaders of the three major forces were all stranded in Redstone City, and there was no one to preside over the overall situation, so they soon did not resist.

The guest room of the Lord of Red Rock City faced a rose garden, the flowers that had been fumigated by the warm weather for a day, and at dusk emitted a rich to slightly greasy fragrance, like a glamorous lady at the most mature and blooming age.

The eldest grandson Ji sat on the windowsill, clasped his hands in front of his chest, and looked into the distance with his eyes open.

On the sofa opposite, Mrs. Wei had been sitting for an afternoon, and finally couldn't hold her breath, "Is the eldest grandson going to wait like this?"

"Although Zhang Boqian has only been promoted to the general of the national pillar for a year, it is said that his combat power has been ranked in the top three, and his blow across the void yesterday proves that the legend is not exaggerated. Eldest Sun Ji stated the facts with a flat expression.

There are no god-level powerhouses in the hot springs, such as the top powerhouses of Changsun Ji, and they are only worthy of standing outside the gate of god-generals. Although as an independent continent, Hot Springs has the means to balance the gods, but the gods also have strengths and weaknesses, and in the face of a stunning figure like Zhang Boqian, that means may not be enough.

Mrs. Wei was silent for a moment, and then said a little irritably: "What does that adult want to do? Even if he wants to find evidence of Lin Xitang's crime, it is too much!"

An elusive light flashed in the eyes of the eldest grandson.

The "Floating Alliance" led by Lady Wei is an organization similar to the Hunters' Guild and Mercenaries, with mixed personnel, good and bad. The way they issue and undertake tasks is inevitably closely related to the hot spring espionage business. Zhang Boqian wantonly arrested foreign races, maybe there was someone in them who had a shady relationship.

And the "Blackwater Chamber of Commerce" is mainly engaged in the black market, which at least on the surface looks much cleaner. Moreover, the Chamber of Commerce was established by Changsun Ji's adoptive father, and it was passed to him and expanded to today's scale, and within the organization, whether it was control or absolute prestige, Mrs. Wei could not compare with Changsun Ji.

Even so, Changsun Ji could guarantee that he and his close allies had never been involved in this matter, but he didn't dare to say that everyone outside the Chamber of Commerce was innocent.

When Mrs. Wei left in disappointment, the middle-aged man who had been following Changsun Ji sent a page of tissue paper. Zhang Boqian's methods of suppressing dissent were bloody and brutal, but if he complied with his demands, he ignored all other matters, including all kinds of messaging.

This is a clear signal, Zhang Boqian doesn't care whether the local forces of Hot Springs will unite against him, and he doesn't care that what he did will be sued to the imperial capital.

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