Standing in Qin Lin's position, although it is not as condescending as the White Tower, he can also get a glimpse of the whole picture;

In Jiangnan, he had seen hundreds of thousands of level wars, but it was a war between cultivators and demon beasts.

Today, he really saw what war is·········

The white pagoda lit up, and the clouds converged and condensed into dark clouds that covered the sky. Boom Boom······ When the clouds accumulate to a certain extent, and the energy is full to a certain extent, it is necessary to find an outlet, and thunder comes into being.

The birds and beasts have a natural perception, and they know this great terror, and they have already fled for their lives. The scene of countless birds running for their lives under the clouds is indeed a sight with great visual impact.

Thunderbolts the thickness of buckets fell from the sky, red and white.

"Crackling ·······"

The thunder and lightning fell in the mountains, and the sound of the explosion shook the eardrums, and the arc spread out at the moment it hit the ground, forming a huge electric field.

"No, it's not a natural disaster, it's a man-made disaster········"

He suddenly woke up from his imagination and looked at the White Tower. There is the center that controls the entire thundercloud cluster········ They ····· I actually controlled the thunder and lightning...

This thought startled him, this kind of thunder and lightning is fundamentally different from the thunder power that he comprehends, which is the power of the law of natural existence. Each one is the most violent and terrifying power in heaven and earth, each of which is terrifying and inexplicable, and each of them is destroyed and dissipated.

Could it be ······· He looked at the White Tower, and had an idea in his heart that was so bold that he didn't even think it was realistic.

The thunder continued to rage, falling in countless crowds, and the screams were endless. The mountains were shattering, the jungle was set on fire, the dust obscured the vision, and the only thing that could still be felt was the dull thunder in the sky and the terrible screams of the wildfires, which came through the dust, beating the hearts of everyone present······

Qin Lin had never seen a saint make a move, and he didn't know if a saint's shot had such power, but he had seen the Great Elder make a move, and he had seen the roar of a mad lion, and the two were not at the same level at all.

This is a large-scale, indiscriminate attack, and any defense is pointless resistance under such an attack.

Or for those in a minefield, the only good news is that this thunder attacks at will and doesn't lock anyone.

But in a crowd of millions, running around is also a technical job, and if you don't choose the right direction, you die, if you are unlucky, you will hit the next lightning point, and if you are not fast enough, you will die.

He stared blankly at the scene in front of him, this ······ Do you still need them to be ready for battle? I feel that it only takes this thundercloud to hold on for a little longer, and the people on the other side can be completely annihilated.

Is this a war between the military? He suddenly remembered the all-night fierce battle of the Caiyun family in the Green Goblin Mountain, and remembered the death battle between the general and the sergeant in the illusion of the Ceylon Mountain, this is not a level of war at all·······

"All hands ready to ·········"

Ideas are ideas after all, and thunderclouds will eventually run out of energy. As soon as the thunderclouds cleared, the horn of attack sounded, and it was their turn.

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"Bai Lao, Yin Lao, this ······· Heavy casualties······" There is a city lord-level figure standing beside the second elder, "What is that, what is that·······

Poor city lord-level figure still wants to behave well in the war, gain the favor of which son, and from then on get out of the Sanssouci River area and realize his freedom.

But the appearance of the thundercloud dispelled all his illusions, and it also broke his heart, and he was already frightened.

His thoughts were the same as Qin Lin's.

"Is this the law of thunder and lightning?" "Is there a thunder and lightning saint here?" "Is this the saint who is not afraid of being contaminated with cause and effect when he attacks innocent people?"

No one can explain all these doubts. Bai Lao looked at the towering white tower in the distance, although he didn't know what the reason was, but it must be related to that tower.

The guess in his heart and Yin Lao glanced at each other, and the two thought of the same direction.

"Sage's Ritual ·······"

It wasn't really a tower, it was an artifact········

"Why should the second elder panic?" Childe appeared beside the second elder, "Even if it is a saint's magic weapon, it needs a saint to control it······"

"There is no holy !! here"

The implication is that the White Tower's attack stops there, and it will take at least a long time to recover if you want to launch another attack like the one just now.

"Not bad·····" Yin Lao had a row of thighs, patronizing and forgetting such an important thing, "If there was really such power, it would have been smoothed out of the Sanssouci River·······"

Idiot!! Bai Lao was insulting in his heart, he obviously knew more, he knew the purpose of the military gathering those heinous people here.

But that's what he thinks he can only let himself know.

"Yin Lao, this is what you need, with it, you can now completely let yourself go, and you don't need to be afraid of the Demon Blood Vine's invasion·······"

"Bai Lao, this one depends on you········· I've got to get ready over there·······"

The second elder nodded, the matter has come to this point, and there is no way to retreat.

The military will never allow such a situation to occur, and to take a step back now is to die, and to ········ further At least there's a chance·······

"Charge ··········" The standard-bearer waved his flag in the air, and his voice spread down and fell on the ears of every soldier, and his blood boiled·······" Rush ······"

At the same time, other mezuku cities also launched an attack, and several parties joined forces to nip the resistance in the bud this time.

The people of the third battalion were in the position of the middle army, and Qin Lin and others were also among them.

Crossing the Sanssouci River, the first scene that catches the eye is scorched earth, stretching beyond the edge. Even the land was scorched after the thunder-moistened area, which reminded him of the scorched earth at the foot of the Dean's Mountain·······

One word, miserable!!

There was hardly a single intact corpse at the scene, scattered in all corners of the battlefield, and as for more enemies, they had already disappeared with the thunder.

"Kill them and we'll be free········" Bai Lao stood up and was undaunted in the face of the charge of hundreds of thousands of soldiers.

After a series of wanton and indiscriminate bombardments, one's own personnel have been shattered and have developed a fear of war; at this time, it is necessary to tap out people's fighting instincts in order to better fight this one.

"For freedom······ No regrets in life and death········"

"······ for Freedom"

"Freedom..."

"Yes, we want to be free, not to oppress ········"

Countless people were affected by the word freedom, and their expressions gradually stabilized.

Freedom is a desirable word that has an unrivaled magical power that can make an otherwise disintegrated party burst into an astonishing battle in an instant.