Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

This is a skinny, wrinkly old man.

Looking at his yellow muscles, weak and weak, he was dressed in a broad priestly robe, all pulled like a corpse cloth.

On the outside, he was much less colorful than Ray, the priest of Chickinville, a little old man everywhere.

But his appearance made all the Iron Fist armies feel like they had fallen prey to evil.

Even the steamy giant guns shot a hundred holes, the flesh and blood of the Iron Fist Army, regardless of the wound involved, screamed and screamed:

“High Priest Luo Tian! ”

“High Priest Luo Tian! ”

“High Priest Luo Tian! ”

The little old man named “Luotian” flew slowly over the statue of the Fist God, standing halfway in the air, standing high, with no expression sweeping the steam cannons and fanatics, then retreating his gaze and lowering his eyelids.

As if they were causing destruction, the city was full of vibrations, but it was just a game for children to play at home.

Ro Xinglong's eyes twitched with his mouth.

Nearest to him, the two Gus brothers were able to see clearly - this mechanical and steam cult of death and loyalty, trying to put on a big, frivolous look.

But it didn't succeed and still leaked a little fear from the deepest tremor in his eyes.

And Gus and Grace understand his horror.

Because even those of them far away in Chijin, more than once, have heard the name "High Priest of Luo Tian” from Uncle Lei Lei and other populations.

He is said to be the first master of boxing within a thousand miles of Ganyuan City!

He is said to cultivate an extinct god known as the "Class 999 heaven ladder”. He can step into the void, step by step on the non-existent ladder, “walk” outside the Nine Sky Clouds, directly draw the power of heaven and earth, and communicate with the Fist God.

It is said that he made an ambition in front of the boxing god and used secret methods to consecrate himself into a furnace, in order to better receive the power of the boxing god and come into his body!

Cousin Gus doesn't know how many true and how many false these “allegedly” are.

But uncle won't lie to them. Uncle Lei once said that he was in the hands of the Luo Tian High Priest. When the Luo Tian High Priest got serious, it was like emptying his body, please God!

Legend has it that more than Gus's two brothers know.

All fanatics have also heard of the strength of the high priest Luo Tian.

At one point, the noisy, chaotic battlefield ravens were silent.

Even the howling of the whistle and the roaring of the steam cannon seem to have been suppressed by the momentum of the high priest Luotian, frozen into ice.

The high priest was like a mountain, crushing the hearts of every fanatic.

Only by crossing, no, crushing this mountain will their faith become a reality.

“Fire! Fire!”

Ro Xinglong shouted, “Aim at Luo Tian high priest, fire! ”

The gunner who manipulated the steam cannon was suppressed by the invisible air field of the high priest Luo Tian. He was overwhelmed and lost his soul.

Ro Xinglong bit his teeth, pushed away the gunner, sat on the shell seat himself, shaking the crankshaft wildly, adjusting the shooting element.

The high priest still stood halfway in the air, seemed immobile, didn't even blink an eye, patiently waiting for Ro Xinglong to turn the mouth of the black hole towards him.

But a closer look revealed that the figure of the High Priest of Luo Tian gradually became blurred, as if a wave of invisible ripples had swung around him - a sign of the amazing agglomeration of power.

Everyone is aware that this gun is the key to this battle.

Large numbers of Iron Fist troops rushed up fearlessly, trying to destroy the cannon before the steam cannon hid its next fire, at least interfering with the altitude and angle of fire.

Millions of fanatics rushed up like dead soldiers and built indestructible walls with their own flesh flowing with hot steam, blocking narrow streets.

The collision between the two sides splashed a thick bloody flower, no matter how the broken arm of the limb danced, the blood line could not move by half an inch, even if the burning Iron Fist master jumped high and tried to dive from the air to bomb the steam cannon, immediately mechanical and steam teach this side of the fierce fearless death to fight, hold each other firmly in the middle of the air, detonate the steam bomb wrapped around themselves, blow each other up into meat sauce.

Finally...

In the dashboard on the steam cannon, the pointer rushed to the rightmost red area, dying in the whistling sound of the whistle.

This means that the steam cannon has been pressurized to its limits.

Artillery shells filled with destructive power, and feathers blocking the void, are also filled.

“Long live the gods! ”

Ro Xinglong's face was all red with excitement. He danced like a drunken hand. He stared dead at the high priest in the sky and screamed violently, “False god's dog, go to hell! ”

Boom!

Roxing dragon pulled the rope hard, steam giant cannon like the beast roared the last time, violently shook Gus and Gray off the top.

From the crevices of complex mechanical structures, the waves of the mountains pouring down the sea, and the fanatics who dragged the cannons forward, both blew out at least ten meters.

Even people were burned by burning steam, and a series of astonishing blisters appeared on their hands and faces, but they couldn't help but scream and stare at the steamy sky.

In the sky, giant bullets, like meteorites, draw a fierce and terrible arc and bombard the great priest of Luo Tian with precision.

Everyone, whether Iron Fist or Steam Army, had their hearts lifted high and they held their breath together, feeling that the moment had become eternal.

High Priest Luo Tian still had no expression on his face and did not rush to greet the steam shells.

In front of him, the twisted air has formed a whirlpool visible to the naked eye, as if it were the strongest shield.

Behind him, a raging flame of war gradually formed an enormous, solemn and sacred face - just like the statue in front of the temple of boxing, the face of boxing gods!

“Ah!”

Countless fanatics were frightened by this half-assed face and screamed terribly.

Right in the middle of a scream, the high priest Luo Tian took the shot.

Slimmed fists waved flat and faint, the air swirls in front of them gathered together and turned into a huge, unfriendly and unpredictable superswirl.

The steam cannon burst into the vortex and was instantly interrupted in the flight trajectory, shaking like a spiral exhausted of energy.

Later, the giant face behind the high priest Luo Tian looked like a boxing god, gave a cross eyebrow angry expression, opened the mouth of the blood basin, and roared heavenly and earth!

In that instant, everyone felt there were 10,000 thunder blasts next to their ears.

The roar is true, as if it came directly from outside the Nine Sky Clouds, the will of the Fist God!