At this time, the east gate was in chaos, and discipline and rules had long lost their meaning. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

In the face of uncertain life and death, no matter whether rich or poor, life is the same fragile and vulnerable at this moment.

Fine dust and debris flew in the air, flickering and falling with the fading thunder.

In the broken rubble, people's piercing screams, accompanied by the sound of human bodies falling from the sky, resounded through the east gate.

The surrounding buildings that were originally precarious also seemed to be unable to withstand this restlessness, and from the ruins and broken walls, all kinds of remnants continued to fall into the ruins......

The person who had just gotten the science of Tesla coil to others, after breaking out of Jia Yi's control at the moment, and falling back to the ground with a pale face, did not run for his life, but worshiped the place where Jia Yi fell.

Before, at the crossroads, he knelt down and kowtowed to Yuan Xiaoyi, who was standing quietly in the air, and it was already extremely pious and fanatical.

Now facing Jia Yi, who is a big immortal, he is even more pious, kowtowing like pounding garlic.

This man kowtowed to the ground with his forehead, making a 'dong dong' sound, and kept shouting in his mouth, 'Please let the fairy grandfather calm his anger......!'

The voice was full of lost souls, as if he was afraid that Jia Yi would not hear it, and the shouts pierced the eardrums.

Fleeing in all directions, everyone rushed for their lives, and when they heard the sound, they were all stunned.

Immediately, the people seemed to wake up, and they turned around one after another, and together with this man, they spread their chests and knelt down.

actually worshiped Jia Yi as a god and bowed down!

For a while, begging for mercy and confession, the sound of singing and preaching buzzed and was endless.

Originally, the policewoman couldn't stop the chaotic crowd when she saw the gunshots, and she was helplessly maintaining the disorderly order with her hoarse voice.

Suddenly, she noticed that people were no longer crowded out, and order gradually improved. Before the policewoman could rejoice, what she saw was that everyone was kneeling on the ground, kowtowing to the city gate.

Seeing that the people who had fled desperately before also returned to Jiaru sporadically to visit the crowd, listening to the words of worshipping ghosts and praying to God in the mouths of the people, the policewoman was anxious and anxious.

This, he ...... That old man is a villain!

After Jia Yi and Wu Zijian fell into the rubble, they each lay on their backs.

In the midst of everyone's pleas for mercy, before Jia Yi got up, he stretched out his finger and pointed at Wu Zijian on the opposite side.

"Boom!"

The Flame Jue did not ignite Wu Zi's fitness body as Jia Yi expected, but instead attracted a thunderbolt and slashed on him.

Jia Yi was injured on top of injury, and a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out of his mouth.

In surprise, he hurriedly took out a pill and put it in his mouth, and his pale face slowly returned to ruddy.

Jia Yi was seriously injured, but most of them were caused by torture and thunder.

If Jia Yi's injuries are compared to 10 percent, 80 percent of the torture and thunder, and 10 percent of Wu Zijian's. There is also a percent, which is caused by Jia Yi's own lightning channeling technique.

Jia Yi got up slowly, pointed to the people who were kneeling down to him, and questioned Wu Zijian, who was dying:

"See, is this the person you spared no effort to save?"

Wu Zijian was injured by Jia Yi's lightning channeling technique, fell from a high altitude, and injured his leg.

His right arm was too much of a burden due to the high increase in combat power, and his muscles became withered, shriveled and dented at this moment.

Wu Zijian held his right arm with his left hand, gritted his teeth, and staggered to his feet.

His eyes were full of anxiety, and he was helpless, so he could only shout anxiously to the kneeling crowd:

"Run! Run! There is no god here! He wants to kill you!"

As soon as Wu Zijian's words fell, he saw Jia Yi raise his right hand as if he were lifting his weight, and bowed to the person closest to him in the kneeling crowd, which was a little more disdainful.

I saw that in the front row of the crowd, the person who was bowing to Jia Yi three times and worshipping each other, suddenly burst into flames all over his body, and he was burning!

"Boom!"

At the same time as Jia Yi made a move, the cyan torture thunder with the thickness of the sea bowl in the clear sky immediately slashed down on Jia Yi's head.

"Poof!"

Jia Yi's body shook, a mouthful of dark red blood spurted out again, and his face turned pale again.

In the screams of the gods and ghosts, everyone turned a deaf ear to Wu Zijian's advice on his throat and dry lips, and completely ignored it.

On the contrary, kowtowing to Jia Yi and begging for mercy became more intense and frequent.

Zhao Min and Zhao Kuo had already run away, and when they saw this, they also ran back with the people around them in panic, merged into the crowd, and knelt at the back of the line.

Zhao Kuo begged Jia Yi for three and four times, not only begging Jia Yi to spare his life, but also begging Jia Yi to bless his mother with good health and no illness.

Wu Zijian's face was hideous and terrifying, and he struggled to take a step towards Jia Yi desperately, his body swayed, involving his legs, arms, and injuries all over his body.

Suddenly in pain, he gasped, couldn't stand anymore, stumbled, grinned and half-knelt on the ground, and his intuition hurt through his heart and straight into the bone marrow.

In the shining firelight, Jia Yi, who was worshiped by everyone, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth at this time, looked at Wu Zijian, who was in a cold sweat and wheezing, and said proudly:

"Asking for immortals and worshipping gods is extremely mysterious. Instead of asking for others, it is better to ask for yourself. Immortal cultivators seek themselves, and ants seek others. This is the gap. Now, do you still want to save these ants?!"

As he spoke, Jia Yi made a move, and picked up several people from among the kneeling worshippers in the air, and calmly threw these people towards the ruins of the broken wall.

"Puff puff!"

The sound of the lore sounded in his ears, and Wu Zijian suddenly felt a sullen breath in his chest out of thin air.

This turbid breath entered at every opportunity, choked his mouth and nose, and instantly filled the fufu, making him breathless and unable to breathe.

Wu Zijian's heart was in turmoil, and he was uncomfortable and wanted to die. It feels like being in the deep sea and about to be drowned alive.

Suddenly, Wu Zijian seemed to have some kind of magical feeling in his heart, and his eyes glanced down at the root of the old city wall on the left.

In life, there is always a lens called encounter, and in life, there is always someone who teaches you peace of mind.

Yuan Xiaowei woke up!

She was lying on the ground, looking at Wu Zijian silently with her big watery eyes and tears.

In an instant, all the depression and irritability in Wu Zijian's heart were slowly filled in until they were submerged.

Between lovers, no need for a thousand words, one look is enough.

Wu Zijian's mood returned to tranquility, and his eyes were full of fighting spirit.

Jia Yi's voice sounded in his ears again:

"Natural selection, survival of the fittest! Here, the old man is the day! The old man allows you to give birth to you before you can live, the old man makes you die, you don't want to die, you have to die!"

Wu Zijian slowly withdrew his gaze from Yuan Xiaoyi, held his head high, raised his head and replied calmly to Jia Yi:

"If you're the sky, let me smash it!"

As soon as the words fell, the Cloud Gate Technique was running at high speed in Wu Zijian's right arm.

The right arm, which was originally shriveled and withered, was suddenly full of vitality and elasticity again.

The blood mist reappeared, wrapping around his arm.

Quadruple combat power!

Jia Yi's expression froze, and his expression became solemn.

Wu Zijian gritted his teeth and roared:

"You're right, it's better to ask for others than for yourself! People, you have to be self-reliant! Give me, be strong!"

In Jia Yi's surprised gaze, Wu Zijian's right arm was full of blood mist, and it was a little thicker!

Five times the combat power!