Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The tranced and mysterious look on the teenager's face adds a few inhuman qualities to him.

He seemed to be controlled by some sort of mysterious force, or, indeed, a demon from a higher dimension, descended into his weak body.

Such a temperament made all the fanatics who wanted to question him in the first place feel unknown palpitations and fear and could not help but kneel in front of the teenager and worship his toes.

Not to mention the triple heavy artillery cannon carried by the teenager.

This superweapon comes from a higher dimension and is far beyond what a basket can hold.

It's like a teenager's back basket is connected to a space of alienation, where the deadliest weapon in hell can be extracted indefinitely.

And the surface of this extinct murder weapon has neither half a gear nor a single seam, let alone half a hinge of “hissing” steam.

At first glance, it does not seem familiar to the fanatics, the creation of mechanical demons and vapor demons.

But in the flashes of silver, haunted by the destructive power that prevails over machinery and steam.

Opposite them, hundreds of archers have strained their bowstrings and mounted feather arrows on the tower across the river.

Half of the arrows, wrapped in greased cloth, were lit by a torch and turned into fire-burning rockets.

In the light of fire, are the Iron Fist officers, devout, indifferent and cruel faces.

Behind them, another high priest of the Temple of Fist raised his fist and, looking at him, fell again, arrows and arrows, killing all these demons who tried to desecrate the majesty of the true god.

At this moment, time seems to stand still.

Even the dramatic ripples in the river were squeezed by the extremes of killer gas tightened by both sides and solidified into rigid ripples.

All the Iron Fist squadrons have a cold smile in their mouths.

All fanatics' pupils, all to the limit.

The boxing god and the steam god, as if through the clouds of the sky, condensed to stare at the fierce struggle between men, like two chess players, frowning, standing high, looking at several crucial pieces, making a silent collision.

Fist Temple High Priest, finally waving his fist.

However, before his arm fell, the demon came to the teenager in his body and pulled the trigger first.

Boom, boom, boom!

The sparkling fireworks that do not belong in this world, once again bloom like the devil's laughter, burning everyone's retina and tearing their eardrums apart.

In that moment, everything in sight, whether Iron Fist or Steam Army, went from orange yellow to red, from red to white, and from tragic white to like eternal darkness.

They all went blind and could only hear the thunderous roar coming from their ears, perceiving the vibrations of a thousand horses penetrating, followed by the terrible screams of eighteen layers of hell.

Something was blown up in the middle of the sky, and it collapsed in the middle of the sky, falling into the river like a burning celestial girl, and the water was boiled down, making a "howling” sound, producing a string of white cigarettes filled with intense bloody flavors, stimulating their nasal mucosa, and creating a big sneeze.

After sneezing, as if it were eternal darkness, it was finally once again marked by bleeding and fierce flames, blurring lines.

Bloody lines make up an incredible scene.

The fanatics of the steam army were astonished to find that the castle, which stretched over the river, had disappeared.

The entire castle was blown halfway into the sky by Gus and turned into burning pieces, and the Iron Fist Army and the High Priest had broken their limbs, and the ground fell and burned the entire river.

The Iron Fist Army, which had not yet been able to survive, all turned into cooked rotten meat. Even if the flesh was cultivated to the extent that steel resembled iron, facing the shelling of artillery cannons, it could only postpone the death of the catastrophe for a few minutes and, by the way, make itself suffer more inhumane.

Even the high priest of the temple of boxing was bombarded half his body, sinking in a turbulent stream of water, nothing could be done but stare at the bloodstained one-eyed eyes and send a shocking light to the steam army's fleet.

The chain blocking the river was also indiscriminately bombed by artillery guns, which broke inches and even melted into scrap iron.

Iron fighters and archers ambushed on both sides of the river, all staring at each other, such as mud idols, can't return to God for half a day.

All the survivors' bodies and even their souls were captured by the horrific forces emanating from the teenagers, who felt extremely suffocated, as if the air had been burned clean in the flames just now.

Only the river is still running, leading the fleet to break through the wreckage of the castle, crushing the burnt-out wounded, breaking through the trap carefully designed by the High Priest of the Temple of Fist, and rushing downstream unstoppably along the way.

Archers on both sides of the river, immersed in Gus' hands, unleashed the power to destroy the heavens and the earth, shocked, believed in an inch of collapse, could not return to God for a long time, but forgot to open the bow to the center of the river.

Of course, even if they did their duty, the fleet is still at the centre of the river, hundreds of meters from both sides, and with their trembling hands, arrows will not have much power and quasi-point to intercept this fleet with demonic shelter.

You can only watch this fleet full of defeated soldiers, watch the fleet just about to be knocked out by a net, such as the arrows off the strings, go up and disappear into the dark.

Until the last light of the fleet was swallowed up by darkness, archers on both sides of the river could not sustain it and finally fell on the floor with their asses open and their mouths screamed silently.

……

When Gus woke up, he discovered that the towns burning on Ganyuan City and the Great River had been left far behind.

The fleet has sailed hundreds of miles out, and in this era of communications lagging behind, Ganyuan City had little way of delivering the news of the Siege of the Evil Way so quickly to their front.

So it's safe for now.

Gus took a slight breath of relief and looked around and found that almost all the fanatics looked at him with awe and worship.

The fanatic who just wanted to come up and question him and was kicked off by him again, knelt on his knees, leaping to try and kiss his toes up front.

Even his sister, Greg, looked at him like she didn't know her own brother, staring at him - and the triple heavy artillery gun in his hand.

Gus moved the artillery.

All the fanatics immediately shouted “ahhh”, many people were blushing, more people were pouring exciting sweat and tears, and a steam and mechanical god appeared in front of them.

Gus re-stuffed the artillery cannon back to the basket - more accurately, ask the basket to retrieve this weapon from a higher dimension by tumbling the demon Lu dust in the steam balloon.

The fanatics sighed with some disappointment, but did not dare to disobey the will of the Son. When they saw that a large firecracker had disappeared into a small back basket, they looked at Gus's eyes with increasing reverence and fear.