Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

Mountain winds whistle.

Misty.

There are also blackbirds symbolizing death, making noise deep in the mist.

Juvenile and sister fall, fall, rapidly fall.

Cliffs or jumps are said to be a fantastic way to die.

As long as the cliffs or tall buildings are tall enough to fall long enough, people can experience both kinds of death at the same time.

First, the flesh fell from a height, like a watermelon, smashed into pieces and screamed.

Secondly, the soul knows how to fall from the earth to hell.

Hell.

The infinite darkness, the great terror.

The flames in the darkness, the boiling oil pans above the flames, the oil pans were tormented and bled out, like toad sinners.

Gus sees all kinds of fantasies of hell in his trance.

The hand dancing in the oil pan, floating up and down, like the toad burned, was sent to the classmate “Qin Yi" by his "hand” on the fire rack.

No, it's not Qin Yi, it's not a specific person, but it's made up of the souls of countless corrupt people who don't believe in boxing gods. It's countless corrupt souls who suffer eternally in hell at the same time.

And that includes Dad.

Dad's face suddenly emerged from the oil pan.

Dad had his hands on the edge of the oil pan.

Because the skin was fleshy, the bones were fried, and Dad's lips, eyes, nose, ears and fingers, one broken, fell down.

“Run.”

"Run, run, run! ”

“Boom!”

Gus woke up violently.

The soul was thrown back into its shell.

It was followed by crumbling pain and bombardment of the entire body.

He was in pain, spitting blood in his mouth, even feeling that he was not throwing up blood, but mucus that melted in his heart.

But he's not dead yet, Gus is pretty sure about that.

Stimulating mountain winds and cold rains continued to irritate 36,000 pores around him, stinging as thin as a cicada's blade, torturing him with swords and knives.

Gus struggled to climb up and feel the sky spinning.

He held his hands on the ground, “Wow," and threw up the bloody bile.

Finally a little sober.

Can barely concentrate and observe the surrounding environment.

From the screams above and the torches lit by the stars, they fell at a height that was lower than imagined.

The cliff above, not all the way down to the abyss, but more than a dozen meters below the cliff, there is a wide platform, and there are trees with forks and forks on the platform, but the fog just blocked it, it is just not true.

Gus and Gray just fell onto this platform, covered by trees, and actually fell just over a dozen meters, falling half to death.

Sis!

Gus jumped at her sister, hugging Gray in her arms, and found her soft as if she had lost her bones, breathing and heartbeat were weak to the extreme.

The punch power of the temple priest, when it is so powerful.

This is also the Uncle Lei's last mercy to his niece, hoping to blow Gray down the cliff, die in pain, not to be tied back to the temple of the Five Flowers, under the eyes of all, full of the torment of fire.

It's just a shame--

Fate made a big joke with them.

This prominent rock not only prevents them from dying in pain.

And this mountain rock runs all the way to the top of the cliff, where the people can easily reach it and grab them back like pigs.

At this point, there was a strong wind blowing in, slightly dispersing the mist.

Gus heard a shout from above the cliff.

Apparently, someone found their hideout.

The torch began to look for a lower foot, circling around and approaching them.

Now, even Lei can no longer pretend to be public and private, find excuses to shoot them off the cliff, but can only find a way to capture them alive and give them the most humiliating and painful way to die.

Gus hugged his sister, his whole face swollen, twisted, raised, like a ragged mask.

He saw his sister's lips tremble.

Listening to her ears, she said weakly: "Throw me down, throw me down. ”

Gus, look at the abyss at the end of the platform. There shouldn't be a second platform down there. Is that the end of it?

Gus wants to laugh.

He really laughed madly, laughed with blood, laughed with blue muscles, laughed with anger and did not catch his breath.

Why, this is how he and his sister ended up?

Why doesn't Fist tell the world that there really is “the power of mechanics and steam”?

Why do their lives, even the whole world, revolve around the word "fist”?

Why, let's not talk about training, even studying the power of machinery and steam becomes a taboo?

Power.

Gus had never been so eager for power, he was eager to have enough power to reach the end of the world to find the truth hidden behind all the "why”.

The torch is getting closer.

The catchers have found their way down, like a dragon with teeth and claws, opening the mouth of the blood basin.

There's no hope.

Impossible.

It's all over.

He, a weak waste born, cursed by the Fist God, a corrupt man contaminated with evil forces, will never know the truth.

So... so angry!

Gus hears his skeleton “giggle” and even hears himself biting his teeth.

Then it was a polite question: "Are you eager for strength? ”

Gus, turn around and look at the devil.

The devil came out of the steam ball again sometime, with his dark, deep eyes open, and a smile on his face.

“On what terms? ”

Gus heard his voice “squeak” like a rusty door shaft.

But just spin it a little bit, that is, spit out the first word, and the rest will do.

“Soul, your soul. ”

Lu Light Dust Slow Slow Slow Slip, repeat the joke just now.

That's not a joke.

Gus' pupils suddenly contracted, thinking seriously for a long time, or for a moment.

“My soul, does it really work for you? ”

He asked the devil seriously.

“Don't get me wrong, you're nothing special. I don't care if I change one. It's just that I'm too lazy to make fun of everyone. ”

Lu Qingdu smiled and said, "Didn't I promise to fulfill your three wishes? So I can let you keep your soul for a while, wait until all three wishes are met before harvesting, is that good enough? ”

Gus twisted his head and thought for a moment, "Can any wish be satisfied? ”

“In theory, yes, including being the strongest person in the world, but I don't want to lie to you, if you really make that wish, then this second I can make you the strongest in the world, and the next second you will be bombarded by boxers. ”

Lu Qingdust said, “So let's just take it easy, gradually, and achieve a small goal first... such as killing all the soldiers and escaping with your sister. ”

“Well, then, my first wish is to get out with my sister. ”

Gus hesitated, biting his teeth, “If they don't stop me, I don't want to kill them. ”

“No problem, the devil Lu Dusty, at your behest, as to whether to kill or not, do as you please. ”

Lu Qingdu said that weapons such as crossbows and arrows that fell with his two brothers would be collected together.

Words were read in the mouth, steam was emitted from the fingertips, and the white mist covered all weapons.

After a burst of metal twisting, squeezing and collision, the white mist dissipated, and all the weapons changed shape, becoming silver flashing, arcing, full of fabulous structures and lights.

Gus stared and felt blind in both eyes.

“This, what is this?” He pointed at the ground full of weapons and stuttered.

“This is an orbital assault squad gear from Starlight Federation, a powerful anti-equipment assault rifle, Thunderbolt-3. ”

The devil smiled and introduced, "This is a three-pack heavy artillery cannon specially made by the" Black Tide Legion "of the elite special forces of the Real Human Empire. Originally, only super strong men weighing more than 200 kg and more than 2 meters tall could control it. But here, I changed the parameters, lowered the weight and back seat, and you'll be fine.

“And this, the Covenant Coalition's portable miniature rocket launcher nest, 'Divine Punishment 7', like the Allies, is precise, ruthless, and the best killing machine.

“Come on, I'll teach you to put it on and have fun! ”