Transcending the Nine Heavens

These white men are extremely cautious and just right, besides not lethal, they can put them into a long coma, and even when they wake up again, they don't necessarily know if they are asleep or knocked out.

Then these white men made a strange “grunt," still low in the dark of the night, as if they were underground mice screaming.

But with the sound, countless white shadow brushes rapidly came, and the time was countless and difficult to count.

The next moment, they stopped right next to the barracks.

There are rain-delayed troops stationed there, the only task being to prevent escapes.

A whistle came from a white man, and at this point in time, an officer came out of the barracks and looked around with dignity and said, “Have you found anything unusual? ”

The sentinel replied: "Sir, no anomalies have been detected at this time. ”

“Well." The officer nodded with majesty: "Thanks for your hard work, it's important to keep your eyes open during this time. The remnants of the treason are huge and must not be neglected at all. If anything happens, we're all in trouble. ”

“Yes.”

“Well, it's time to switch shifts, but in the early winter, just wait for the cold to freeze. Fuck, that means our team is all rear sons of bitches, fucking freezing like ice sticks here... go back to work and rest. ”

“Thank you for your concern. ”

With the voices of gratitude, a total of thirty-two outposts were unified, and more than thirty people behind the officer began the handover process to take over their original duties.

Footsteps sounded, two teams came running, faced with the snow in the sky, shouted several interfaces, and began patrolling.

The officer smiled weirdly and said: "Handover is smooth, be sure to lose everything! You know what?”

Then nodded his head back.

When he walked to the corner, he pulled a sharp dagger out of his arms without a sign, roughly compared to a scratch, and then stabbed himself in the chest.

The officer slowly collapsed on a corner of the wall and seemed to be in a coma - a serious injury coma was meant to be at this moment...

When a white man appeared in front of him, he carefully examined his wounds and confirmed that his life was not in danger. This took a long breath, waved his hand, and countless white shadows flocked up and passed the checkpoint.

All the first guards who had just handed over their shifts stood up like wooden piles. So many thousands of people passed by at high speeds in front of them, they didn't realize it, they didn't see it at all.

The newly switched patrol flew past the shoulders of the white men, both of whom seemed to be facing a raft of air, and the white men proceeded inside and the patrol continued to patrol in a rigorous manner.

In the case of three successive camps, it was such a silent passage.

All checkpoints in the three barracks, all the dark lines, all the patrols, all the... all the passengers switched.

Countless white men have finally entered the invincible Muyun Sky Prison.

All this is going to be as smooth as running clouds. The rain delayed in believing that it was seamless, and the defensive system operated for 10,000 years was so overwhelming after Mutianlan truly acted.

Mutianlan's hundreds of thousands of years of subconscious operation, almost military politics, two hands completely manipulated, how deep the contact angle is, even the yuan period is absolutely unclear.

Just when the rain delay just rose, Mutianlan put not many people around the rain delay, and with all these years of rain delay, how many people are really Mutianlan...

The horror of hundreds of thousands of years of hard work is absolutely unimaginable.

Still, once fully activated, it is Wan Jun Thunder, the opponent has no chance of defense.

By this time, the white man had entered the prison.

So far, all the peripheries of the prison have been replaced. It has fallen completely into the hands of the white man, and Mo Yuntian's heavenly prison has temporarily completely lost contact with the outside world.

From the first time of entering the heavenly prison, the white men, as soon as they reversed the previous cautious wing, began the road of killing and killing, silently against the guards in the heavenly prison, the prison massacred, the knife was cut off and the blade was extinct.

Seems to have a common vengeance against these people!

Everyone dies the first time they see a sword and a sword. Each of these people in white clothes uses a thin blade, one sword directly into the heart, the sword energy explodes instantly in the heart, the five dirty six hearts of the room is counted as powder, the sword energy then rush, even the brains instantly become a pot of porridge.

The next moment, when the narrow, thin sword's body was pulled out of his chest, he could not see any wounds from the outside, but the sword man was already a thorough corpse.

These white men are all the coldest cold-faced killers, walking all the way, harvesting lives all the way, always without any expression.

Behind them, however, there is no survival, not even one.

Some of the more important interrogation rooms were interrogated by rain-delayed officers, and the door opened silently and suddenly, the white shadow broke in and didn't even say hello, or hurt the killer.

The moment before is still unscrupulous, brilliant, and the moment after that, he has lost his neck and his soul.

There is nothing but a sight of tea before and after. The smell of blood in the heavenly prison is even stronger.

Those dream-cutting officers who had been tortured as adults, cautiously backed up by white men, rolled forward.

This one-sided massacre lasted more than half an hour, silently and silently; an unusual scream was finally heard in the heavenly prison.

However, the screams in heaven's jail, which would have been the same, would not have been noticed at all, and the white men had slaughtered unknown numbers of people and entered the heavenly hinterland.

Everyone is not too busy or pressured.

One sword out, the cold flashes, human lives are broken, swords are drawn away... Cold faces rush to the next, continue to wave swords, kill, save people...

Everything was so orderly, everyone seemed to be very good at the executioner's business.

Kill people to get acquainted with extreme flux and light cars.

Thousands of people are the best killers.

As a result of the killing, even though the heavenly prison occupies an enormous amount of land, it finally reached the end of the heavenly prison, and countless white men began to inspect the area to confirm that there were no leaking fish. Every corpse, dead or alive, needs at least one sword.

Then, in a soft-spoken shout of surprise, the families of all Dream Army officers were carried away by the white men and quickly evacuated.

Only too many people had to carry it. The number of people in white, though impressive, remained uncatched. Even though each carried two at a time, it took three trips back and forth to rescue all of them.

In the face of such a dangerous and dangerous war, the white man under the name of the head still carried his hands, turned again in the heavenly prison, again checked and confirmed. It was like after the exam, all the students handed over and took off, and the examiner turned around again.

There was a delicate feeling of pleasure in walking in a bloody prison.

After turning around, the white man gave a satisfied smile and softly said: "When you wake up... whose dream should you wake up? ”

Then the white man waved his sleeve and dipped blood on the floor, writing on the wall: "Don't you dare hurt my men, this is the end! ”

Signature: Ki Tianlan is here to visit!

His body floated suddenly and lightning struck out of heaven.

In a heavenly prison with enough capacity to hold 100,000 inmates, it is a silence!

The only thing left was the slight outward flow of blood from the wounds of the body, bloody.

Outside the heavenly prison, those men who were standing guard with delayed rains, along with the changed patrols, were also dressed in white at this moment, following the previous white men, and flew away.

Out of a distance, the dry people and others entered a not very eye-catching residential compound, tens of thousands of people just walked in with their wounded behind their back. However, this small, unexpected courtyard can withstand, it seems to have endless capacity...

Ultimately, everyone disappeared into the small courtyard without even a single noise.

Half an hour later, an old man came out of the small courtyard, looked at the surroundings, suddenly deep, deep, took a breath, and then slowly shot his hands on the ground.

Just at the moment the palm of the hand touched the ground, half the royal capital area of snow, all of a sudden, silent melted, the ground, instantly a white mist, all the traces of the white men walking through, with this evaporation, all disappeared without a trace.

Meanwhile, there are people in the north-east and north-west of the Imperial City who have patted their hands on the ground.

So, the whole of the Imperial Capital, a super big city that can hold tens of millions of people, with no trace of snow anywhere but the Imperial City.

It seemed like it had been two days and two nights of heavy snow in the early winter, and there had never been a normal presence.

Yet the snowflakes in the sky are still slowly falling.

The old man slowly lifted his palms off the ground and coughed, muttering: “What a big snow...”

Rickety, hands in the sleeve, Cesar shrunk in, his footsteps, his white hair, is an old man who could have died at any moment in a candle's life...

Heavy snow continued to fall, and the ground continued to be re-dyed into a piece of silver...

But the footprints, all the traces, are gone...

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