Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Zhao Li, Zhao Chong and six robbers resisted Gu Zhengyang, Hant and Glass at gunpoint and climbed one step towards the deck.

The silence outside is silent, covered by a blank black mist, like a large Iron Shell ship without wind, and travels to a world of ghosts.

Forgive the hundreds of murderers who went through hundreds of wars in the world of bloody warfare. They were all forced to sweat and their teeth to collide independently.

Even pushing Gu Zhengyang, Hunt and Glass forward as shields will not offset their deep anxiety.

“What's going on? Where is everybody? ”

“Why didn't the Blackwater gang attack ahead? ”

“Where the hell are the lepers and weights! ”

Everyone dared to step onto the foggy deck. All they felt was that the stars in the sky and the glow system emitted by their crystals were swallowed up by the fog. Things two or three meters away were full of shadows, blurred, and they couldn't see where the starboard was.

All the way to the bow of the ship, finally discovered that there seemed to be an armor standing in the dark fog. The bandits overjoyed and reached out to grab it, but the armor collapsed like glass, turning into bright crystal fragments and components!

“Tinker Bell" sounded and a hail burst into the hearts of people.

An icy chill rises at the same time deep in the hearts of the gang leaders and Zhao Li.

Compared to the super forces that overwhelmed the clouds in "Extreme World”, the Crystal Fire Gang mastered the lowest mass production type, the vast majority of which is groceries that have been repaired and refurbished many times, but are ultimately tight stitches, loop nesting, and extremely defensive "King of Pharaoh”.

At this moment, it was restored to its most elementary components, even the nail cap-sized lenses were removed.

The scariest thing is that the disassembled armor member can still stand like an intact armor until the external force pushes it, which collapses!

And between the pieces of crystalline armor, there are neither corpses nor blood stains, as if the bandits wearing this set of crystalline armor had evaporated directly.

The gang leader and Zhao Li glanced at each other and swallowed the mouth spit at the same time. His feet were still on the ground and he moved one inch forward.

They still did not find half a body, but found a black figure cut on the deck with teeth dancing claws, as if a man had been on the ground, burned violently, even the deck burned out a clear outline, slightly recessed.

The deck is made of metal. It is not difficult to burn dark marks, but the temperature must be so high that it cannot be added if it is to burn slightly to melt and recess.

And it's not hard to imagine the end of this burning flesh - even a little bit of scum wouldn't be left behind if it was a complete smoke out.

Just as the gang leader and Zhao Liang swallowed their breath and heartbeat, some dark fog finally dissipated around them, so that they could see farther away and hear a scream of heartbreak.

That's the sound of leprosy!

Many bandits were shocked, breaking the fog and looking, the first sight was not numbness, but effort.

The infamous, psychopathic, most popular exterminator of the massacre of innocent people in Double Dragon Valley, whose crystal coat was picked clean, knelt down in a strange position similar to "begging for forgiveness", the fat on his face no longer trembled, but died a long time ago.

His face twisted to the extreme, as if the five officials were rushing out of the fat, trying to escape from his head, and his lower body contaminated with a huge yellowbrown stain, emitting a smell of incense, but he was scared to pee!

“What power, in the blink of an eye, can silently and without interest, take down a painstaking armor and kill this extinct murderer, and - before dying - scare him to his knees to beg for forgiveness and pee? ”

Zhao Li, Zhao Chong, the gang leader and all the gangsters fell like an incredible nightmare, nervous endings stinging like needles.

At this point, the paraquat fell from the fog and rushed out.

The armor on his body also disappeared, revealing a trembling bamboo rod shape, obviously a fierce and brutal bandit, but at this moment the expression on his face was like a panicked little girl, screaming pointy and thin, like a hen with a knife cut in his throat.

“Boss Ma! ”

Seeing his face, several bandits had numb scalps, wondering if they should come forward to help or pull their legs and run.

The numb eyes turned a bloody color, I couldn't see the pupils and the white eyes. Seeing people was like seeing the most horrible evil ghost. The panic on my face turned horrible. There was a massive black plasma gushing out of my nose and mouth. Running, suddenly I knelt down and screamed, “Don't come over, you're all dead. I killed you all. Why are you looking for me? Ahhhhhhh, don't come near me! ”

He rolled with pain, and there really was an irregular wound on his body for no reason, unlike being cut with a sharp blade, but like being bitten with his teeth, torn with his nails, peeled flesh, blood raging, miserable to see.

In the chatter of “ah”, his hands caught his head dead, the more the eyeballs drummed out, and finally the "snap” burst.

Blood water is like a fountain, sprayed from the eye socket, I don't know if he is alive to squeeze his own head, or there is another weird power sneaking in his brain, the murderer who practises “perseverance, one kill a day” falls flat, twitching himself, death is as ugly as it looks.

The scene froze the legs of all the bandits.

Or, as if a hard deck had turned into a sticky swamp, stretching out hundreds of pale, rotten ghosts' hands from the swamp, strangling their legs to death, so that they could barely make it.

“Bone busy, bone busy. ”

In the dark fog, there was a huge, altar-like thing slowly moving over, but it was a somewhat clumsy tracked spiritual puppet.

Dark red indicator lights blink out, mysterious; chainsaws and drill bits bloom in the dark, unseen cold; sprayed on steel shells, laughing "demon stars”, stained with a string of finely shattered blood, it all looks like a laugh.

“How, how is that possible? ”

Whether the bandits, Zhao Lei or Gu Zhengyang, everyone stared at each other, how can you not believe that killing the two murderers, Mu Di and Fei Wei, silently on the deck, would be a seemingly clumsy and rough spiritual energy puppet?

“Kill it, or no one will leave! ”

Zhao Lei roared wildly, the first to fire at the spiritual puppet.

The nerves of all the bandits were tightened to the limit, and someone took the lead, and instantly everyone blew out the strongest fire and deepest fear, setting off a metal storm on the front deck!

Zhao Li, in all the moments when everyone opened fire, grunted as if he had been heavily bombarded backwards by an invisible weird force.

Without forgetting the moment they flew out, they dragged their son, pushed one more hand behind Gu Zhengyang, Hunt and Glass, and pushed the three into the middle of the battlefield, lifting their escape speed and one more step.

Zhao Li dragged Zhao Chong and fled to the stern at all costs.

There was a faint scream behind them, and the bullet storm lasted for at most half a second before stopping.

That spiritual puppet can slaughter a thug, like shooting a few annoying mosquitoes.

Zhao Li frightened his heart and liver, Zhao Zhong's soul was scattered and his face was inhuman.

When the two fathers and sons crawled up to the stern of the ship, they were punched in four legs by bullets fired in more than a dozen directions.

“Pfft, pfft, pfft! ”

The armored leg joints were blown up along with their four knees and ankles, both screaming simultaneously, rolling into clumps on the deck, leaving a strong blood line.

Looking up, the massive blood battle on the front of Taiping Castle sometime ended, with only sporadic fireworks and swords, hundreds of searchlights illuminating the lake like daylight, dozens of speedboats full of crystal magnets and heavy arrow guns circling around Taiping Castle.

Even if they can jump into the water, there's no escape route.

“Dad!”

Zhao Zhao panicked to the extreme and shed tears of remorse. Compared to the appearance of high toes a moment ago, he truly judged two people. He shouted, “What shall we do? What should we do?”

“Don't worry, I'm all set! ”

Zhao Li's eyes darkened, the muscles in the corner of his mouth trembled three times, watching the tracked spiritual energy puppet gradually coming up in the dark fog, touching his son's head, biting his teeth canal, "I have made a delicate arrangement at the stern of the boat, as long as you jump, there is a chance, I will help you resist here for a while, you run away and flee to the world of blood warfare! ”

“What?”

Zhao Chong was confused, happy and sad, “Daddy, you...”

Until the voice fell, all the light in his eyes solidified, leaving nothing but unspeakable terror and consternation.

Because Zhao Li stuck a dagger along his jaw and directly into his head, the spirit surged, instantly destroying all his brain tissue.

Zhao Chong couldn't say a word more, and fell softly into his father's cold arms.

“Sorry, son. ”

Zhao Li's eyes shed tears of blood, muttering, "You are right, there are a million things on the earth that are more terrible than death. Your character and strength cannot survive in the world of blood warfare... Twenty years ago, I tasted the taste of life than death, I will never let you... bear the pain of my past, ever! ”

As he spoke, Zhao Li looked at the slowly crawling tracked spiritual puppet, as well as Gu Zhengyang, Hant and Glass flashing from behind the spiritual puppet.

Gu Zhengyang and others did not expect Zhao Li to be so cruel, and if they saw no hope of escape, they simply gave their son a happy life!

Gu Zhengyang said: “Captain Zhao..."

“Cut the crap, Mayor, King Cheng is just a loser. What's so strange about the evil that happens every day? ”

Zhao Li's face was filled with a strange green light, he paused and couldn't help but say, "If I said, everything I did was to keep Taiping Castle going, do you believe me? ”

Gu Zhengyang was silent.

Zhao Li added: "Also, if you can take my advice a few years early, we will first subdue all the villages of Fangyuan hundred miles and expand the strength of Taiping Township by three or five times. I will never rely on the Red Fire Gang or the Blackwater Gang, but will fight alongside you and fight with the blood of these bandits to build our hegemony - do you believe me? ”

Gu Zhengyang sighed and nodded: “I believe. ”

Zhao Li slightly flashed, his eyes slowly solidified, exhaling the last turbidity: “Forget it, it doesn't matter, you know, the village chief... alive, so fucking tired. ”

As soon as the dagger was stuck in his son's head, he bit through the poison bag in the back gutter teeth.

At this moment, the toxic seizure, the whole face seemed to be burned by a blue flame, a strand of muscle withered with the divine soul, slowly snuggled on the body of the son, immobilized.