[Ran^Text^Library] [ ] Five or six out of ten people no longer trust the Pentecostal gods, so gradually some people who did not return home in the same direction as the group left behind. [For more exciting novels, please visit]

"Don't be scattered! Today the Pentecostal God is coming, you big guys go and see it with your own eyes, and God will grant you eternal life and wealth!" I don't know who said it, and the voice was so loud that tens of thousands of people heard it.

"The gods are coming, why didn't the archbishop come when he died, and now he wants to bluff us?" someone asked aloud.

"The gods have their own reasons, don't complain. When you see the immortals, you will be convinced! Now that the immortals are blowing in this direction, do you think that you are walking faster!"

Everyone felt it carefully and let out exclamations. There are no immortals, but those two figures consume the aura of heaven and earth and use small spells.

Everyone united as one, walking like flying, and in one hour, they traveled more than 30 kilometers. Their legs did not hurt their waists, they did not have the slightest fatigue, and they inevitably raised a trace of expectation for the so-called gods, and they were also ashamed of their complaints just now.

After another hour, they traveled more than 30 kilometers, and they were already more than 70 kilometers away from the gathering place of Li Sheng and others.

"Hahahaha! There are a lot of people, I Shi Qiang can be happy while eating for a while!" A figure flew into the air, the blood on his body flickered, and he looked very similar to Shi Qiang. The aura of heaven and earth rioted, forming a huge pressure, poof, puff, dozens of people under their feet all exploded and died, turned into blood essence, and submerged into the man's mouth.

"I'm Li Sheng too!!" Another person flew into the air, looking very similar to Li Sheng, and the people around him exploded and died, turned into blood essence, and submerged into his mouth.

The crowd was suddenly in chaos, panicking and trying to escape, but only a dozen people escaped, and the rest were bound in place by an invisible force, and they could only struggle their bodies in a small area.

"Hahahaha!" "Shi Qiang" and "Li Sheng" flew around in mid-air, like mowing grass, and everywhere they passed, the crowd exploded and died, only the blood essence flew out and submerged into the bodies of the two.

The people shouted in terror, cried and cried, begging the gods for protection, but to no avail, only to make the two men more excited and laugh louder.

"It's so cool! It's so cool! I'm going to squirt!" Shi Qiang couldn't help but shout, his breath was short, and his face was distorted.

Some people are still crying, but many more can't bear it anymore and go crazy. A few minutes later, the harvest was completed, and the blood on the two of them was even more abundant, condensing into liquid blood, which fluctuated steadily. "You can't forgive you for killing the monks of my island country!"

"What? Tens of thousands of my Pentecostals have been killed! There is no trace! Don't they know that I have 100 million Pentecostals? Inform all the nearest believers that they are assembled in Cameroon, and the Pentecostal holy war has begun!" a man wearing a golden crown, about forty years old, with kind eyes and a majestic face, stood up from his throne and shouted. With a loud shout, the glorious temple trembled.

After a night's rest, everyone recovered their physical strength and embarked on the journey to kill wild boars again. After a continuous day of travel, finally arrived in Abuja, the Congo Basin in front of the vast territory, a radius of more than 2,000 kilometers, Wang Lao and others after discussion, decided to change the route, in the form of a spiral, to solve the wild boar to the greatest extent.

After four or five days of hard work, on the evening of the first day of the spiral march, Wang Lao decided to take everyone to Jialingo's hotel and have a good rest. More than 100 people saw Jalingo from afar, and before they arrived, they saw many young people rushing to Jalingo, most of them wearing iron armor and holding spears, some with guns, some driving tanks, and some driving land trucks.

"Holy war, holy war!" muttered the multitude.

"What's going on, I haven't heard that the international war situation has changed here, who are you going to fight against!?" said Shi Qiang.

"Don't speak! We don't need to pay too much attention to the mundane world. Elder Wang instructed.

The crowd walked slowly along the asphalt road, and from time to time they were overtaken by land trucks.

"That's them!" suddenly a middle-aged man with a mustache stood far away in the truck, shouting as if he were scolding the street.

Li Sheng looked back and didn't know the African mustache at all. "You've mistaken someone!" he said loudly and unhappily.

What responded to Li Sheng was a platoon of machine guns. Li Sheng stretched the barrier with one hand and enveloped everyone, and the fire dragon in the other hand flew out and pounced on the battle truck.

There was a loud bang, the truck exploded, and the men were all thrown down.

"There!" the crowd around was excited, and everyone's eyes were focused on this place. With a bang, the tank fired a shell that exploded next to Li Sheng and the others. Machine gun fire, submachine gun fire.

"Who is this messing with!Don't think that I can die if I ignore you!" Shi Qiangzhi frowned.

He flew up and grabbed the mustache from around the exploding truck in the blink of an eye. "Why attack us!"

Although the mustache had some injuries and a large cut in his leg, it was not fatal. He glared at the resentful eyes and said hatefully: "Kill me and send tens of thousands of people, do you still think you can be fine? God will not forgive you." ”

"What tens of thousands!" Li Sheng asked.

"You killed it with that erotic fat face, do you still want to deny it? The Pope has issued a holy war order, and the Pentecostals will never die with you!"

"Elder Wang, I think it's better to evacuate quickly, and you can't fight with them, so as not to expand the contradictions!" Qinglian proposed.

"I think so!" Shi Qiang hurriedly agreed, seizing the position of the sofa.

"The Pentecostals, having waged a holy war, must have been so powerful that the entire Congo Basin may be filled with their men. It will not be so convenient to kill wild boars in the future!" Wang Lao said helplessly.

"Bang!" a young man with a spear in his hand turned into a sharp sword and stabbed it into the shield.

"Pentecostal monks, it's good that it's only in the metamorphosis period!" Shi Qiang flew up with a kick, and through the protective shield, he flew the human body out.

"Since it is sent at Pentecost, I think they will clean up the wild boars, and they will take care of them! Don't get tangled up with them. Wang Lao said, galloping towards the southwest.

Everyone followed closely, but they didn't watch out for a sudden flash of white light within a kilometer of the ground under their feet, turning into a vast sea of white sand grains