Dark Blood Age

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Chu Yun lifted up one step, and on the engineering base of the debris area, a piece of metal flew in, suspended under his feet and paved in stages.

Then, every step, a piece of metal appears.

Perhaps there are other more incredible ways to give way to the underground sky, but limited to Chu Yun ascending his own mind, the near-peak spiritual, if all-encompassing, is the greatest limitation of those who use it.

Without seeing things and ways, it's hard to imagine.

But even so, it is enough to impress the strange people below and alarm the fine heights.

This is a place of extreme energy chaos, where any scientific and technological force with dark energy is completely obsolete, without basic raw material resources, and they want to create weapons of all kinds using the Earth's resources in a closed three-dimensional space, just like the Earth's people. Otherwise, animal weapons such as "supervisors” will not be used, and underground space will have no resources other than fragmented debris.

Then humans, many sophisticated weapons, cannot be used in the dark energy of order.

It can go to the sky like Chu Yunsheng, only the fine tall people know what it means.

Dealing with a group of dark energy tools as a life of power, even if technology may be much easier than the subterranean dwarves, in some ways, than dealing with pigheads, may be the sadness of a life that relies on the external power of technology, but it may be that sadness that motivates them to explore the world tirelessly.

Chu Yunsheng walked into the sky, surrounded by spirits, and suddenly understood the feeling of the shadow man. In the underground spirits, he seemed to be God, capable of everything, able to do anything. He could get anything if he wanted. He could kill anyone with just one thought!

Everywhere you look, you will find the place where the music of death plays.

As he walked, the corpse of a huge supervisor on both sides fell like rain. He was not a reaper, but far more terrifying than a reaper.

Shortly thereafter, he arrived over the overhanging prism from which the fine-heightd escaped.

Eyes sweep around, a sword like a shuttle, illusory from the colorful sky, whistling, batch by batch stabbing large pieces of surveillance and octopus monsters floating in the air until they are killed clean!

Then, the tens of thousands of swords gathered into a whirring dragon, sweeping past the already foolish weirdos' heads, rising high, helping to shake straight up.

Into the sky!

Into the heavens!

Towards the cornerstone of the Empire of Heaven!

When it was determined that the remnants of the broken town were spiritual, Chu Yunsheng thought of solving the problem of the thin people in the underground space.

In battle, he always had his own strategy.

It's impossible for him to kill one by one, one by one.

Spirit is now the strongest weapon he ever borrowed! Not one.

What this power is, Chu Yunsheng doesn't know, but one day, as long as he is alive, he will understand.

He was no longer interested in how to kill the Fine Gao people. That was the bone hatred that the underground weirdos had perpetuated for thousands of years, annihilated their claw teeth, and after testing the power of the spirit, he wanted to rush into the sky garden and kill the Heavenly Feathers without a trace of armor!

Covered by spirits, everywhere, if you want to see it, you can't hide from it.

He also saw the Special Forces soldier on the cliff and guessed why they had come.

Do you still want to come after him or take him back?

Chu Yunsheng smiled coldly and ignored them. In this battle, they were out.

Looking at the sky like a dragon rushing over his head like a cloud sword, Chu Yunsheng subconsciously wanted to think of the shadow man yelling: kill!

Not to pretend, but to erupt ideas, which can indeed multiply the power of an attack.

The shadow man had to resort to the law because of his weakness after he had just escaped from poverty at the time, and he borrowed and needed more momentum.

But instead of shouting, he stood negatively on a tall, inverted triple prism platform, stepping on top of the head of a thin, tall man trembling with a cold gaze at the sky.

Dragon-like cloud sword power in his eyes, hissing and bursting.

Kill!

Chu Yunsheng didn't scream, but he thought, so the underground space was instantly filled with violent Bombay killing sounds.

Sound is high, magnificent, out of all corners, out of everyone's ears, out of debris metal, even out of lava.

Gathering together to form a shocking-and-mouth--

Kill!

Such as the sword power of the cloud, straight into the miraculous sky roller, raging through the sky, shooting into the ground of the sky garden.

Boom!

loud loud sound, violent shock.

The earth shook the mountains, and the heavens fell with pieces of metal that had come to pass.

Weird people suddenly had no blood on their faces, crawling all over the ground, and people were hiding in giant triplets, and Cersei was shaking.

The Chinese soldiers on the cliff looked at each other in disdain and did not know what to do. The scalp became numb for a while.

Chu Yunsheng frowned.

The remnants of a broken town could not originally come out of underground space, and his power, like cloud sword, could not form a power outside.

This strike, seemingly powerful, did not actually penetrate the bottom and enter the city of the Empire of Heaven.

There is no need to try again, if you can't get out, you can't get out. There must be a reason for it. He is not a spirit, and it will not be possible to find a reason for it for long.

But remnants must not be wasted.

Chu Yun shook his hand, rolled up the permissions around him with residual manipulative power, sent him to the edge of the cliff, and delivered a clear speech into her ear:

“Tell them it's best to stay still on the cliff, I can't take care of them right now, and if they mess up, there's only one death left. ”

Then he pulled out of the Triple Prism architecture, without any effort, the thin, tall people hiding in it, regardless of whether they could understand or not, and sent his thoughts to their heads with the remnants of the summit:

“Give you a moment, and the one who sends it down will not die, but I will only give it to three, first to live and then to die. ”

The thin tall man flew out for a moment, and then some of the people came out and fought and lay down on the ground to surrender. One of them shouted: "We will surrender as long as we can get us out of here! Thousands of years, too long, we almost forgot what the stars looked like. If we survive like this, we'd rather die! ”

But there are also most of the fine-heightd people who are either lucky or would rather die standing still.

Chu Yunsheng doesn't know if they understand or see their intentions. The spirit can do a lot of things, but not all of them can be as invisible and silent as the shadows say.

Nor did he know what the people who crawled on the ground were saying, so he picked a few and threw all the rest among the wondrous strangers.

In the eyes of Chu Yunsheng, the strange people that the tide poured out, almost ate the thin tall people raw, severely cut off their necks, pulled out their intestines, held their flesh in their hands, cried against the sky, and obsessed.

“Father, did you see that? We did it, we did it, 627 times. A miracle happened! ”

“O gods, you have not abandoned us! ”

“We're not bastards, are we? We are not…”

……

Chu Yun rose and instantly destroyed the zero-dimensional space of the dead fine tall people, completely cutting off the idea of their fortunate resurrection.

See here, the only three remaining thin tall men beside him, sweating cold, with soft legs.

Far away, on the cliff, opposite the License, the soldiers put their weapons together and stood on the ground as a sign of obedience.

In this case, their commander's head is still sober.

Chu Yunsheng spoke to Liu Qian again: “Tell the weirdo that the remaining three fine, tall people will not be able to kill them. ”

License nodded and, under the teeming of remnants, returned to the rebellion of the strange crowd.

Weird people revere the anomaly, and they have understood that the monster now standing on the Triprise, no, man, is the miracle of God, but for License, it is still their wise men who bring them success in the prophecy.

It's a trick, but nobody pokes around anymore.

More and more other weirdos have been worshipping the Chu clouds on the Triprism as gods of humanity.

Chu Yunsheng stood on the platform and watched the sky change dramatically. He gradually understood why even the life of the pivot could not enter here.

This extreme energy turbulence is not naturally formed, but destroyed by some kind of spiritual warfare!

For the pivot, the battlefield of the Spirit, like ordinary life facing the battlefield of the pivot, is the forbidden zone.

For a long time, he moved flashly, and countless swords of various colors appeared, staggering around.

Then, the swords danced and flew to the front of Chu Yunsheng.

They form an inner sword wrapped around a sword, little by little, in various ways.

Sword Cheng, Sword Extinguished, Sword Extinguished, Sword Cheng...

Chu Yun frowned and tried to remember too long ago. He continued to compress, combine, wrap, and sword extinguish.

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Dead Battlefield Ruins.

From a distant meteorite, they crawl out of many small insect-like objects, encountering flesh and flesh, instantly self-dividing, increasingly covering bodies on the ground.

……

“Well, consciousness? ”

“What?”

“We saved you, and from now on you will follow us and give us your soul, irresistible. ”

“Who are you? ”

“We come from the starry sky. ”

“What are you following? ”

“War.”

“I don't want to fight anymore, I want to go back. ”

“Then you have to die. ”

“I'm going home! ”

“Hey, source strength residue, who killed you? ”

“I'm going home!! ”

……

When Zachary woke up, he felt something spraying out of his mouth and nostrils, he thought he was dead, he remembered he was dead, he died under that deformed man's knife, impossible to live.

But the hunger in his stomach made him feel ridiculous again. Would the dead still feel hungry?

Hunger grew stronger, and he decided to climb up in search of food that would fill him up.

At this point, he seemed to see a figure walking from a distance.

He tried to hold it up, ran half a step forward, tripped under his foot, and fell on a heel.

Blood on the ground has dried up, but some crushed meat still smells rotten.

Zachary held his stomach strong and vomited, falling and climbing, and suddenly a faceless “man” stood in front of him.

It's a dead man, without a trace of anger, it's the Four Realms!

Zachary thinks so, but why is there a moon above his head?

The dead ignored him and walked straight away, as if they hadn't seen him.

Zachary subconsciously touched his neck and face and found several horrible scars staggered across it.

He climbed up the nearby high slope, looked down, sucked in a breath and was stunned and frightened.

Downstairs, neat and tidy are the imperial samurai of one square after another, but they are all dead, green-eyed, golden-coated and dark, as if dead and grey.

They are forbidden, neat and uniform, like the same person!

Further afield, in the dark, depressed death squares, slowly launched a marching flood, like a ghost army in the dark.

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