Chapter 587: restore

Outside, the nuclear explosion and the majestic gods had disappeared, and the half-inch red jade flying sword that had lost its aura fell from the sky.
A pair of soft jade hands came to the place where Feijian fell, and carefully caught it, the sharp blade did not cut her skin.
Ouyang Wu gently wrapped the red jade flying sword on his hands with magic power, and leaned inward with the weakest consciousness that he could control, and was afraid of a gust of wind to disperse the spirit inside the sword.
"Zhao Shi, how are you?"
The aura of Hongyu Feijian was close to nothing. If it hadn't been clearly displayed on the system panel, she would have thought Zhao Shi had died.
After waiting for a while, there was an intermittent wave of consciousness within the blood lotus sword, as if it would completely disappear in the next moment.
"...The incarnation of the of the storm...is still alive, find him...kill him..."
Word by word popped out, implying an icy killing intent.
"I understand."
Ouyang Wu's complexion became extremely serious, holding Zhao Shi's blood lotus sword and flying into the sky city, the restraints were opened with her steps, and the alert was raised to the highest level.
Anyone who dares to touch even a trace of formation without permission will cause a devastating blow to Sky City.
The six-tailed flame fox in the early Yuan Ying stage was placed outside the blood lotus palace coldly, looking at the girl in the red dress in front of him in silence, not daring to make the slightest act of acting cute and coquettish.
She was afraid that even if she showed the slightest thought of wanting to accompany her in, she would be immediately killed on the spot by the strict formation surrounding her.
The prohibition of the Blood Lotus Palace also opened the highest alert, and the surrounding area was extremely empty, and Ouyang Wu's crisp footsteps spread in all directions.
The red jade-like ground in the center slowly opened, and a strong smell of blood emanated, revealing the turbulent blood pool water in it, deep red, containing rich liquid aura and pure and unusual vitality.
This is the accumulation of the Sky City for decades.
Ouyang Wu gently put the blood lotus sword in both hands into the blood pool.
Like a red carp, the blood lotus sword will disappear automatically when it touches the blood pond, appearing quietly in the center of the blood pond.
Bits of water from the blood pool poured into its weak sword body, at an extremely slow speed, completely different from the usual whale swallowing, the breath began to return to calm, and the spirit no longer seemed to be extinguished at any time.
Ouyang Wu suddenly breathed a sigh of relief, and sat cross-legged beside the blood pond, waiting in silence.
In the joint headquarters, He Donglai and others looked at them nervously.
No less than 4,000 megaton nuclear bombs have been consumed in this short period of time. The nearby sky has been obscured by radioactive dust, and there will be no more humans on the ground for hundreds of years to come.
They don't care about these, only the life and death of the of storm.
The spear clicked on the message sent to him by Ouyang Wu, and said in a deep voice: "According to the president's intelligence, this avatar of the of the storm has been severely damaged, even if the power of faith is sufficient, he will be within a few years. Will not restore the strength of the God of Transformation."
"What we need to do now is to conquer all the land of faith occupied by the of the storm, wipe out all the storm beliefs on the land, and destroy him completely."
The surrounding General Xia Guo was shocked, and it took a long time to digest the news.
"Spear Master."
He Donglai got up and asked: "You said that we just attacked a clone of the God of Storm. Does he still have a clone or a body?"
"do not know."
The spear shook his head and said: "We are also in this world for the first time, but according to common sense, there is not much difference between this kind of god-level clone and the main body. The main body will also be damaged if the clone is damaged, and it is impossible to condense more. Clone of ."
Faith in the gods of the same level is generally weaker than the immortal cultivator, but they have one advantage, that is time.
The life span of monks in the transformation stage is 12,000 years, and they are often lower than this number due to old injuries in their childhood and youth.
But believing in the gods does not consider the complex question of whether the souls of gods and souls are the same person 10,000 years ago and 10,000 years later, under the scouring of time and faith, their life span is unlimited.
As long as they are not killed or blew themselves to death, they are immortal.
Living for a long time will cause them to be much stronger than the cultivators of the transformation stage in terms of strength.
The incarnation of the of the storm was condensed with countless powers of faith in a hundred thousand years. It is hard to say whether there is another one.
"As for whether his body will appear... it's hard to say."
The spear hesitated for a moment, and said again.
The gods have a characteristic. They are very habitual and afraid of death.
Within their own kingdom of God, their strength will show at least a multiple level improvement, and they are an indestructible fortress.
The classical orthodox gods have a purpose, ‘the endless time has endless possibilities. ’
If a very important thing is dispatched, there is a 0.1% chance of success, while the actual dispatch has a chance of 99.9%.
How would they choose?
Most gods generally choose the first method.
If you fail this time, you will fail. It will take tens of millions of years, and there are still opportunities.
But the real body is dispatched, even if it is a one-thousandth possible death, which is extremely uneconomical for them, because they have endless time.
Every minute counts, a hundred-year plan and a thousand-year plan are things that everyone needs to consider in their eyes.
If you can't beat them, wait for ten thousand years, and all the celestial heroes and the sons of the plane are dead, and you can get what you want without taking any risks.
After an orthodox raises his throne to the sky and establishes his own kingdom, it is almost never possible for them to leave their kingdom unless they become corpses and fall.
But it's not necessarily. Gods are all strange, and they have everything.
Under impulsive anger, it is not impossible for the real body to move out.
He Donglai, Liao Renjie and others looked at each other, and He Donglai said solemnly: "We understand that we will use all our strength to eliminate all beliefs in the God of Storm that are still on the ground."
Mortals just want to fight, fight for the moment, fight for every minute and every second in front of them, and don't hesitate to forget their lives.
The City of the Sky is cruising in the sky without any rivals, black raindrops of figures, airborne tanks falling from the edge of the island, and missile-carrying warplanes constantly set off to cruise all fronts within thousands of kilometers.
The blood navy regiment stands quietly above the sky city to perform defense tasks, and occasionally sends out angel legions and magic legions to cooperate with modern legions when support is occasionally needed.
Even if the battle situation is more critical, only three regiments of the Yimu Chillwind Department were sent to cooperate with the battle, and the blood lotus palace in the sky city was always guarded by the two regiments until Zhao Shi regained his combat strength.