Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

At the end of the day, a small number of people have the ability to fly freely in the middle of the sky and to precisely cut and control parachutes. The vast majority of parachutes are still swaying, scattering with the wind and wandering into the ruins of cities.

As the parachute gets closer and closer to the ground, the wolf howls deeper and deeper into the ruins become more intense and crazier.

Under the moonlight of the orangutan, stretching out countless lean hands from the fractured walls and abyss of ruins, man is no longer a man, but a hungry wild dog.

“Boom!”

Finally, a crate of supplies landed, making a dull noise, and the blooming parachute was like a wrinkled dead skin, paralyzed to the ground and turned into a striking mark.

“Ow, ow, ow! ”

“Rob, rob, rob! ”

The criminals are here!

The corners of his mouth were covered with saliva, the bottom of his eyes were lit with light, and his head was filled with crossed blues, his hands and feet twitched voluntarily, and he drilled out of the ruins like a wild ghost, pushing everything toward the parachute.

Li Yao even saw that in order to speed up in the rugged ruins, people simply landed on four feet, bowed their backs, and ran off like a fierce beast.

A fierce battle broke out instantly.

In order to compete for hope of survival in the coming year, even children with pale hair and dry milk will turn into heartbreaking lunatics who punch, kick, stone, nail, bite with their teeth, scratch with their nails, catch nail tablets and roll up, and drag heavy supplies in their own direction.

That huge bunch of umbrella ropes dragged deep into their thin bodies, almost splitting them in half from their shoulders, but they were unconscious and had a satisfying smile on their faces until they were overthrown by other beastly men.

Fighting between elderly and weak women and children is even more intense.

The chainsaw sword whistled to cut people in half, shook the battle roaring, smashing people's five dirty hearts into a cloud of blood fog, and the electric thermal battle axe itself did not make a sound, but it made a "howling” sound on the flesh like a branded iron, yet it made people hear a nightmare for 10 days and 10 nights - and all of that sound, no more than the red-eyed people, the ghost wolf howling.

In Li Yao's sense of the Numen, everyone's energy magnetic field in the ruins of the city is messed up, like a group of extremely dangerous turbulence.

He even saw someone move his spirit to the limit, and before he could attack the enemy, he exploded by “bombing” himself!

Compared to the shockwave of "self-destructing Golden Dan”, more than seventy or eighty strong men who fought together were bombed and hit between the fractured walls of the monstrous stone, the eyes were fractured, unable to live.

Only a light crater was left in the center, spreading a scarlet heat. At the beginning, the powerful man who could not control himself was completely extinguished by gray smoke, leaving no bone residue.

In such a scene, in the Great Book of God, it is common for a sinner to lose control and crush his bones, and more sinners defy everything to the limit of the chaotic divine talent, oozing and filling his void.

“Down! Pour it!”

At this moment, just listening to countless people scream in the depths of the rubble, but it is dozens of floors high, already rocking, the precarious skyscraper, finally unable to bear the fight next to the foundation, in the twisting sound of the array of ears, slowly tilted, collapsed!

The dust covered the ground swept up most of the rubble, many people were smashed into meatcakes, many more screamed between steel bars and stones, others pulled out gas masks and fastened them to their heads, stepped on the bodies of their companions and enemies, and continued to kill!

Perhaps there are only a handful of places where sinners don't kill you to death.

It was a large wooden box, cut off the umbrella rope in the middle of the air, even tore the umbrella surface, fell too fast, and was smashed into pieces when it landed on the ground, revealing white flowers and sprayed compressed food.

These compressed foods, often made from animal grease, are rich in high energy dried fruits and a variety of additives, with a maddening odor.

The normal way to eat it is to cut a small slice to boil it in water and turn it into a bowl of sticky paste that will ensure a sinner's high intensity training and hunting throughout the day.

But by the time of the Great Jubilee, it means that the material received in the Great Jubilee in the previous year has been consumed for a whole year, long ago.

Many criminals in barren villages are already hungry.

Smells like compressed food chunks, their eyes almost burst open, all rushing up at all costs, grabbing a compressed food chunk and eating it.

Numerous sinners wrapped their asses around a broken crate, “snoring” the groundhog swallowed the tiger, and at times, someone held their stomach, spit foam in their mouth, paralyzed the ground, constantly convulsed, stomach raised high, like a ball of skin swelled wildly inside.

This is the “Great Jubilee of God”, the “Gospel” given to the “sinners” by the “Heavenly Man"!

“Taiping Castle Warrior, go! ”

Half the ice sea, half the fire, the ruins of the city beyond the red line have become a pot of porridge, and there is still apathy and silence within the red line.

Taiping Castle is equipped with the best equipment and the strongest warriors, and the material accumulated over the past few years has not been completely depleted, at least to feed them all before their departure, naturally less than the rest of the criminals.

Instead of snatching like a headless fly, they watched the situation calmly until the muddled criminals gradually moved towards the red line and “Blood Eagle” Zhao Li gave the order on the command tower.

“Boom! Boom! Boom, boom, boom! ”

Hundreds of tracks surrounded by iron plates, nails, rusty spots and dead air, were driven all the way to the vicinity of the red line.

Between the two trackers, there are three or five warriors of Taiping Township, all of them bull tall horses, tiger back bear waist strong man, each holding a door panel size iron shield, beneath the iron shield is wedge raised, heavy insertion into the ground, like a tower unshakable.

Every strong man holds an iron hammer in his hand and heavily bombards the iron shield with great regularity. Every time he bombards three voices, he shouts out: “Peace! Peace!”

Sound waves sweep and sweep.

More than a dozen more tracks, the turret above which was dismantled, fitted with the largest searchlight, "clarity”, with a strong light that reflected the red line and stabbed it straight towards the road outside the red line.

If anyone dares to rush over from the red line, the first thing they have to do is get stung in the head by a searchlight, and all his movements will be shapeless.

The degree of progress and retreat, the killing atmosphere is definitely the style of strong soldiers.

Once the steel walls have been built, the old and weak women and children behind them can safely pick up their supplies. They occupy the largest part of the land and are all their own people. They do not have to kill each other and their efficiency is naturally extremely high.

During this period, some red-eyed criminals also tried to break into the red line. They were all grabbed by the strong men of Taiping Township. After interrupting their hands and feet, they were thrown back with “stone throwers". God knows if they are dead or alive.

“Zhao Li, this guy really has a set. I don't think we can fight this time. ”

Hunter, Glass and Li Yao also joined in the movement of materials, and the teenager was unhappy and bit his lip.

Yet Li Yao's Numen perceived a slight change in the direction of the wind. He looked at the parachute slowly falling in the sky and quickly calculated it for a while. Cold Lane: “Not necessarily, there may be a change. ”

That's when the wind started.

First, the slightest light wind, the wind speed slowly rises, rolling up the dust all over the sky, covering most of the ruins of the city, even the bloody flowers in the sky are hidden in the mist, shaking with the wind.

At this point, the largest number of parachutes were dropped.

Thousands of parachutes, like the eyes of thousands of demons, slowly opened.

On the sky track, the red flashes, reminding the criminals below that this is the last of the rescue supplies.

Together with the parachute that was thrown down in the front and slowly falling in the middle of the air, almost half of the relief supplies floated in the middle of the air.

And the wind is headed toward the red line, the “territory” of Taiping Township.

As the wind swept over, half the parachutes swayed toward Taiping Castle.

The murders over the red line are getting lighter and lighter, leaving only intermittent groans and screams.

All the criminals opened their mouths and waved their hands in vain, watching as a lot of material fell into the red line, in the hands of Taiping Township.

You just killed someone who died, and now you're staring at each other with a bloody eye, silently looking at each other.

This is perhaps the most uneven year of material distribution in more than a decade and two.

At least two thirds of the material fell into the hands of Taiping Township.

There are dozens of villages left to fight for your death, dozens of lives to spare, and only a third of poor Baba.

Silence, the dark ruins of the city across the Red Line, plunged into extremely dangerous silence.

Die not in silence, erupt in silence!

Li Yao's Numen can sense a demonic flame, rising slowly from the darkness on the red line. The higher they run, the more they almost burn the entire rubble.

If you can't survive, you can't survive with just one third of the material, so many villages of criminals.

Damn, Taiping Castle is awful. We can only get a third of what we fight for here. They sit there watching the show, but they can get two thirds.

Let's go, let's go, let's go!

We can't keep doing this. We can't keep Taiping Castle so arrogant!

I hear Taiping Castle will soon come to destroy us. Let's do it first, let's go together and kill them!

Sinners' eyes collided and whispered demonic whispers.

“Phew, phew, phew...”

It appeared, and in a bleak white photograph of the searchlight, a sinner appeared with a ragged shirt, a bloody head, and a gloomy face.

Black-pressed crowd, mixed with dementia and fanaticism, pathetic baba and viciousness, hope for survival and impulse for destruction, like a bunch of beasts, like a bunch of zombies, creeping up against the iron shields, heavy hammers, searchlights and tracks of Taiping City Village!