Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

“No fear, no worry, eternity... tranquility! ”

Faced with the slaughter knife of the battle puppet, many worry-free people's swords and gun systems were hanged and turned into crackling firecrackers. They could only retreat in vain until they fell to the ground, forcefully and calmly reciting the determination of the Religious Religion, waiting for eternal serenity to come.

“Nutrition, nourishment. ”

In the spiritual delivery pipeline of the battle puppets, a raging wave flows towards the edges of the limbs, and in the scanning and analysis of their crystalline brains, these are made up of cells, with temperature “creatures," and cold data that are no different, they do not know the taste of killing, they are simply faithfully executing orders.

“What a fucking disgrace! ”

The immortals in the fixed fire point are spitting - no worries, the operation of the big iron factory is bound to be greatly affected, which means that their bonuses and cultivation resources will have to be greatly discounted in the coming months before the monkey year can return to normal operation.

All of this, all of us are made by these unknown dead and alive ants. It is necessary to kill them, let out the depression in their hearts, and let the rest of them see the price of disrespect for the fairy repairer!

“Nobody stops me. I have to kill a thousand today! ”

Dozens of fairy fixers laughed strangely, adjusting the output power of the crystal armor to the limit, “snapping” the joints, ready to leap out.

Outside the fixed fire point, Xu Zhicheng's assault team was also surrounded by nearly a hundred battle puppet groups. A snowflake slaughterknife with high frequency shaking handles was raised high, and the battle puppet's thermal energy scanned and locked the lens eyes, even on the fragile throat, drawing a thin and long red line.

Slaughter, drop it!

Boom!

The music of raging floods is like a sonic cannon, coming out of the depths of abandoned mines, really shook a circle of arc-shaped ripples in the air and hit nearly a hundred battle puppets.

The first three or four battle puppets were struck backwards by sound waves. In the middle of the air, it seemed to decompose slowly. All the components were dismantled and scattered around in the form of celestial flowers.

More than a dozen battle puppets in the back were shaken by deafening sound waves and hidden in sound waves. Li Yao's conception of space-detached objects scattered the surrounding components. The surface appeared undamaged, but the internal joints, bearings and gears were all loose and slippery. They were tangled together in chaos, sparks appeared, hands and feet could not move. After a moment of intense shaking, they were paralyzed and completely immobilized.

Dozens of battle puppets in the back are also disturbed by sound waves, like puppets that have been cut off from several wires. The movement becomes both dull and stiff. All the lenses on the housing are flashing wildly, half are disturbed by sound waves, and the other half because they detect an incredible super-powerful reaction!

“What is that! ”

The shocking thunderbolt shook all worry-free minds, especially the great guardian Xu Zhicheng and others, and turned back in surprise and looked in the direction of the sound wave.

“What's that? ”

Battle puppets are intelligent and naturally fearless, but they are searching the database quickly. Regarding the response strategy of such a high-energy response, the result of the super high-speed operation of the crystal brain is that all battle puppets appear to have a moment of stagnation and silence, as if they were deeply deterred by Li Yao's momentum.

“So, what is it, what is it? ”

The immortals in the fixed fire point are truly deeply deterred. They have enough acute perception and rich experience to perceive how horrible the flames burn more and more in the abandoned mine in the distance!

Impossible, is that, is that...

When everyone's eyes turned to the abandoned mine, a bear-burning golden stream of light had followed the raging course of the sound waves just now, appearing in the middle of the battlefield, atop their heads!

It's a sparkling armor all over its body. It seems to be about to stir out a thousand years of light. Nine buzzing battle knives behind it are spraying huge waves of light. Together, they congeal into two pairs of momentum pounding wings. There is a silver flying disc suspended above its head. In high speed rotation, a blinding silver arc continues to spread in all directions!

Before worry-free Christians, battle puppets and immortals could react, Li Yao, the owner of this sparkling armor, had raised his hand with a belligerent knife, almost crushing the power of the knife handle and smashing it down!

Boom!

Knock!

It's like a thunderbolt tearing heavenly dome. Li Yao's knife is deeply embedded in the underground rock formation. A fierce and unmatched spirit can rush forward like a burning dragon. It erupts in a fan-shaped fashion, devouring dozens of battle puppets.

The battle puppet's spiritual shield “squeaked”, the ice dissolved, the superalloy material and the reinforced enclosure made of composite ceramic also couldn't resist Li Yao's anger, cracking and melting, each joints emerged large pieces of Mars, and finally became softly paralyzed in the crackling sound.

Even the battle knife in Li Yao's hand was severed by this thunderous thunderbolt and struck out of the road crack. It was also deeply embedded in the rock formation, and was broken from it by a gentle mention.

Without a moment of hesitation, Li Yao shot the knife directly in front of the fixed fire point, his arms stretched smoothly to the limit, his fingers split apart, and his palms had two deadly light balls rapidly agglomerating and expanding. Then he sent a * * * * hit dozens of battle puppets in the reactor furnace and control crystal brain, poking a small black hole in their head and chest, turning all these most sophisticated killing machines into scrap copper rotten iron.

“Boom!”

The broken knife penetrated the defensive network on the periphery of the fixed fire point, as if it were a stream of high-heat metal particles that were heavily inserted into the whole metal housing of the fire point. Although it did not cause direct damage, the deafening loud sound was like a drum from the depths of the Nine Yellow Springs, blowing in the mind of every pixie repairer.

They can't believe their eyes.

In the midst of these weeds, ants, and hog dog-like underground natives, there is such a powerful man with at least a yuan infant grade!

How is that possible? Why the hell is that?

Being able to be willing to be hired by Li Minghui, staying under the ground for many years to suppress the original immortal repairman, naturally cannot be a first-rate master, mostly a third-rate product of the refining and foundation period.

Besides, the elite of the Black Iron Group has been taken by Li Minghui to other towns to expand their power. How can these guys, the third class of the third class, resist the full opening of fire?

In the deafening raging music, one of them is frightened and frightened and his soul is scattered.

It was too late to escape. A handle of the battle knife behind Li Yao flew out. Under the flame of the spirit, a golden eagle with wings swept high and flew away towards the core of the main defensive formations in all directions, as well as a fixed fire point.

The seemingly indestructible steel shell, under Li Yao's indiscriminate bombardment, soon broke apart and was torn apart by a striking wound.

Li Yao reached out and gently struck a ringing finger.

One, two, three... Thirty-six long-overdue three-barrel rotary bombardment guns came out of the Kankun Ring, suspended over a fixed fire point with the largest number of fairy fixers, black cannon tubes through the cracks torn open by the war knife, condensed to stare at the ugly hundred, original form of fairy fixer.

Relying on violence to enslave others and treat them as pigs and termites will inevitably behave worse than pigs and termites in the face of violence stronger than themselves - that is their logic of survival.

“This man, we surrender, surrender! ”

The fairy fixers screamed desperately.

They also thought that Li Yao was a hostile force with Li Minghui to repair immortals, or that the remnants of the Oriental family had returned to avenge him, hugging his head and bowing down.

Li Yao grinned, revealing his sharp teeth: “No, I'm not a real person, I'm a... fixer! ”

Thirty-six combined six-tube rotary artillery cannons were fired simultaneously - these were newly designed and defaced by Li Yao and replaced with the most expensive crystal cord bursting warheads. The power of nature and the ordinary model were not identical, completely exceeding the scope of portable man-portable man-portable man-portable magic treasures. It was like an arsenal ship approaching the shooting range. The immortals in fixed fire points were simply irresistible. Spiritual shields, crystals and mustard battle clothes were torn apart, and within half a second, the flesh and flesh turned into a lumpy corpse!

The worry-free man was completely shocked by this scene. He could not return to God for a long time. He did not know what to do, including Xu Zhicheng, the Great Protector.

“What are you still standing there for? ”

Li Yao opened his helmet and turned around to stare at Xu Zhicheng. "Go in! ”

“You...”

Xu Zhicheng was still somewhat tranced. Although Longyang had briefly described Li Yao's power to him beforehand, he could not imagine the kind of power that destroys the heavens and the earth. Only at this moment did he truly understand how great power can be in the tiny body of mankind.

More importantly…

Are those who possess this power and can hardly be called “men” willing to fight for them, rather than enslave and squeeze them?

Why is that?

Xu Zhicheng recalled the conversation he had just had with Li Yao. At that time, he still had half a doubt about Li Yao's words. Deep down in his heart, he did not believe in the existence of the cultivator, let alone the existence of a cultivator-led “world of cultivation”.

A world like that, it's so beautiful, it's like an unreachable dream, or it's just a trap that's even more tragic.

But now...

Perhaps their dreams will come true, and how miserable or miserable will they be?

Seeing that countless immortals were slaughtered by Li Yao as if they were slaughtered by chickens and slaughtered dogs, they bombarded into a broken and miserable look, and heard it as if it came from the depths of the Nine, violent, angry, indomitable and agitated drums of war. Xu Zhicheng's heart burned and yelled at the worry-free followers around him - filled with anger and a very emotional yell: “Go, take back the big iron factory that belongs to us! ”