Of course, his targets, those generals, have no hope of life, and if they die, it is called an embarrassment.

This man's attack is really heavy.

They have returned to the bosom of Mother Earth, their bodies mixed with earth, and no one can tell which is flesh and which is mud, so we can only use a common name to describe them.

Let's call him meat puree, this name, simple and clear, rich in connotation, very charming, is really a rare masterpiece.

Compared with the person who can come up with such a good name, he must be suave, heroic, gentle and generous, handsome and chic, tall and mighty, loved by everyone, flowers bloom, and strange men in the world.

There is nothing wrong with them doing this, at least they can be regarded as entering the soil for peace, and they are still returning to their roots and dedicating their last light and heat to the earth, what's not bad.

In the spring of the next year, some wild vegetables may be grown to fill the stomachs of the hungry, and maybe they can save people's lives, and they will be quite delicious.

Besides, because this blow was really powerful and ferocious, they were already dead before they could react.

Although it sounds a bit miserable, compared to those who can't survive and can't die, I don't know how much stronger.

At the very least, they didn't have any pain, and they walked peacefully.

Those who looked like soldiers, where had they ever seen such a scene, all of them had their mouths wide open, their eyes were as big as their mouths, and their eyeballs almost didn't come out.

Still human?

Now, that's their only thought.

They finally woke up to the fact that it was not someone else, it was them.

There are eyes that do not know Mount Tai, and they look at people in the cracks of the door, and dogs look down on people.

These words, used to describe them now, are very suitable, they are simply tailor-made for them, there is no most suitable, only more suitable.

He is not man, he is God.

But in their minds, what is beyond the reach of human beings is a miracle.

"How's it going?" said the man, smugly, quite satisfied with his work.

The only regret is that it is too light, if it can be a little heavier, it will be even better, and the power will not be multiplied.

Hearing his words, those ordinary soldiers reacted from their shock, did not hesitate at all, and knelt down straight.

"Immortals spare their lives, immortals spare their lives......"

also kowtowed vigorously, already in tears, and was afraid when they thought about it, they actually had bad intentions towards the gods just now.

This is also true, what is a fairy, and why it can be called a fairy, is because there is nothing he doesn't know, and there is nothing he can't do.

Therefore, their thoughts must not be hidden from the immortals.

"It's not good for us, we are disrespectful to the gods, we have murderous intentions, the gods spare their lives, the gods spare their lives......"

They can't stop muttering at all, because they are so frightened that they are a little incomparable.

But he could still understand the general meaning.

These ants, shrimp soldiers and crab generals, really dare to kill him, if he was according to his previous temper, it is impossible to let go of anything.

But now, time has polished his sharpness, and when he heard this, his heart was unwavering, and he even wanted to laugh a little.

"I'm not a god. He said with a relaxed face.

But in the current state of those soldiers, they can't listen to it at all, if you say no, it's not, who gave you the right.

They still didn't even listen to their cries and howls, and their original good mood was ruined.

"Whoever dares to make a little more noise, I will take his life. ”

Sure enough, this sentence is more effective, after he finished speaking, those people instantly lost their sound, although the mood was still difficult to vaguely, but they could only hold back.

The tears rolled in his eyes, but his mouth was closed, and his body twitched, but there was no sound.

This scene is really funny.

"Remember, I'm not a god. ”

As he spoke, he bowed slightly, and took half a step forward,

"God, there is only one person in this world who is worthy, although he is not very willing, but he has nothing to say, that is, the man on the mountain. ”

After speaking, he also stretched out his hand and pointed to the top of the mountain, and his voice became much lower, as if he was afraid of being heard.

Now, where he has a little fairy demeanor, he is completely an old naughty boy, which is quite interesting.

"As for the immortals. ”

"A rabble, a group of people who live in poverty, have long since decayed in the dark. ”

"They deserve to be compared to me?"

However, when he said that he was immortal, his words changed, and he no longer had the slightest bit of fun, and he became mighty and arrogant.

The soldiers listened in a fog, and although the words were in their ears, they did not know what they meant.

What kind of gods, immortals, aren't they the same kind?

In the past, they always said immortals, and over time, they took it for granted that it was the same word.

The idea of separating the two is the first time I have heard a sermon.

"Then who are you?" I don't know if it was that bold person, how hot his brain dared to speak.

"Who am I?" he muttered, as if thinking.

"I have struck iron, sold vegetables, let go of horses, and shepherded sheep......"

He muttered and kept talking so that at last, they were all drowsy.

They also all believe a little that this person is indeed not an immortal, where is there such a long-winded immortal.

"But now, I'm ......"

After saying this, they suddenly looked up and knocked on the blackboard, which was the point, the answer they had been waiting for.

"Soldier Saint, Changqing. ”

After he finished speaking, he turned around directly, and as soon as he raised his foot, his body suddenly disappeared without a trace.

Bing Sheng, Changqing.

From then on, this name remained in their hearts, and even if they died, they would never forget it.

also said that it is not a god, just this means, except for the gods, who can do it.

If their thoughts were known to the soldier saint, I am afraid he would not be too happy, and what he said just now was in vain.

That's right, this person is the soldier saint Changqing, since he entered the Mo family barracks, he has nowhere to go, and no one knows where he went.

Fu Junqing almost searched through the joint ventures for more than ten miles, but did not find any trace of him, as if this was just disappearing out of thin air.

Isn't this what he is good at, he abandoned himself without saying a word at the beginning.

For this reason, he also lashed out with Wan Er, blaming him for not taking a good look at it.

Wan Er is also wronged, this big living person, with hands and feet, can't tie him to the belt of his trousers, what can you think.

Now, without warning, he actually reappeared, looking at his appearance, he had already dispersed the chaos and regained his senses.

This is a great blessing, in terms of his skills, it is definitely a great help, on this battlefield, he can almost walk sideways, no one can stop him.

What Taoist immortals, Shangqing Mao Jiao, and the killing god Bai Qi, in front of him, are all younger brothers.