Vol 2 Chapter 290: God is dead! (Thanks to the leader of the silkworm potato boss)

Bang!
The sound of thunder was rolling, and the electric snake was roaring.
The blood blooms spread in the muddy water, the hot blood evaporates the rain curtain, and the water vapor diffuses.
"what?!"
The man in the dust suddenly stopped, his face changed.
In his perception, there was a strong breath rising from the mountain and forest bank thousands of meters away.
The breath is like mountains and seas, starry sky and sky, magnificent and unbelievable.
He had never seen such an overbearing breath in his life.
Although the breath was fleeting, he did not think it was an illusion.
Suddenly, the alertness in his mind had risen to the top.
Who is this
But without waiting for him to think about it, he has seen Tong Zhengyang, which is usually dropped into muddy water in the night, through the rain curtain.
? !!
There was a shock in his heart.
His hands and eyes are intricate, and his disciples are spread across all walks of life. He has information about Tong Zhengyang, and he naturally got it right away.
He knew very well the power of this mysterious man who suddenly appeared in Xuan Xing.
Tearing a tank by hand, cutting a fighter sword, and falling into the sea for months, one person will destroy the entire bamboo dragon and leave calmly. Even with such a dangerous ambush tonight, if he suddenly broke his arm, he could even retreat from the whole body!
When he came this time, Ben also died a lifetime. Even if the man had a severely broken arm, he had no assurance of victory.
But this is the character who was killed in an instant!
Yes, it was killed.
No one can live like this, and even if this body is better than seeing God, it is impossible.
"It's him?!"
As the eyes of the lonely man condensed, he looked at the slowly rising An Qisheng through the heavy rain curtain.
For this boy, he was very impressed.
When he met for the first time, Mu Longcheng couldn't help but test it. For the second time, he realized Wudang Mountain's Taoism and got into the marrow.
Goodbye this time, he seems to be better than before.
But the mysterious man died in his hands ...
How did he do it?
call!
Suck!
In the rain, An Qisheng slowly got up and breathed deeply the mysterious breath.
Dream into a thousand, playing nails too.
Even for him, it was an extremely long time.
With a deep breath, he cut off the faint sense of alienation, and it was a depression that filled him.
Depression of the world.
The repression was so strong that he could feel that his divine will was bound in his body by death and could not touch the outside world.
In an environment where there is no trace of aura, his divine will cause great pressure on the body.
Mind and body, just like the two ends of the balance, whichever one falls, will affect the other.
The soul, spirit, or spirit can't exist out of thin air. Just as people need to eat, the spirit needs support.
It is just that the soul of an ordinary person is enough to rely on the physical body, but his spirit is too arrogant and his physique is not enough to support him.
Huh ~
The air screamed in the rain, before the dusty people came to the forest.
He first glanced at Tong Zhengyang, whose flesh and mud became unbearable, then fell on An Qisheng with inquiry and thought:
"An Xiaoyou, meet again."
"Director, it's been a long time."
An Qisheng arched slightly.
It's only a few months for the Jingdao Taoist, but for him, it is already a jerk.
"You killed this man?"
The corner of the man's eyes twitched. If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, it would be hard for him to believe that An Qisheng had done all this.
But no one is around, and in the night, he and An Qisheng are the only ones. There is no third person.
Make him have to believe.
"I killed it."
An Qisheng glanced at Zhengyang and nodded slightly.
In this original trajectory, the air transporter with the qualification for promotion of heaven and earth has long lost his breath.
The king's sword killed him with a single blow.
The light from the dusty man's eyes rippled and looked at An Qisheng carefully.
An Qi was straightforward and let the peers to look at it.
His physique only has energy, but his divine will is much higher than that of the Taoist Taoist. Naturally he is not afraid of what he can see.
More importantly, with his divine will and the king's power sword, even though his body was weak at this time, he was even more qiless and innocent, and Xuan Xing could not threaten his existence.
Even nuclear bombs.
He is invincible in this world, without fear of anyone, any force, even the country.
"amazing......."
Peerless man converged his eyes and had to sigh.
He couldn't see anything, it was just in telepathy, but he could feel a little strangeness. It seemed that the boy in front of him had undergone great changes.
But I don't know what kind of change, maybe it is related to the target that the mysterious man chased wildly ...
"This person severely injured his broken arm, and his internal injuries were quite serious. This was the end of a strong crossbow, but he just happened to run into it."
An Qisheng glanced at Tong Zhengyang in a pool of blood.
Tong Zhengyang thought that he could steal the king's power sword, but also escape the king's power road and the hunting of Huangjue Temple. I don't know, in this process, the water of the people of that generation of power was enough to fill the lake in the world.
After three thousand three hundred years, he had no idea how strong the throne of the thirteenth generation of kings was.
Once, there were only eight soldier-level figures in thousands of years.
For more than three thousand years, there were as many as two hundred leading figures in the royal family, with profound knowledge that others can imagine.
"Nevertheless, it is extremely remarkable."
Peer Taoist took a deep look at An Qisheng.
He naturally knew that An Qisheng didn't say anything, but he didn't mean to find out. Who hasn't got any secret?
Do not wait for An Qisheng to speak, already shaking his head, turned and walked into the rain curtain:
"Let's go, let's go. It's over, so leave this morning to avoid any trouble ..."
Come simply, go neatly.
Several ups and downs in the rain curtain disappeared.
An Qisheng glanced at the figure flashing in the distance and turned away.
He doesn't exclude people in the government, but he doesn't want to stay here, so he can answer it by himself.
Not long after, Qinglong stepped forward.
From a distance, you can see that a muddy beach on the ground is like Zhengyang.
He stared at the light, turning his head up to the sky.
This mysterious man died like this?
Their battle was so serious that he was not badly injured, but they were killed without any sound at this moment?
His mood fluctuated, unable to describe the mood at this time.
He had brought a micro-nuclear bomb, and wanted to die with him, but did not want it, but it was over.
He had several undulating statures, came to the front, swept across the cracked earth, and carefully looked at the mud-like body, muttering to himself:
"Really dead? Is it a long way, or ..."
He pursed his lips, his face cold.
If it's a perfect person, that's okay to say.
For others ...
........
Sundown Empire Empire Kyoto, Dragon City Tower Observation Deck.
Mulong City sat with his eyes closed, and the clouds surrounded his side, like a fairy sitting in a cloud.
At one moment, he seemed to look up, felt something, and opened his eyes:
"Can make me feel the crisis ..."
At this moment, he felt the crisis from a distant distance.
This was not really felt by his body, but his spirit sensed the undulations in the deep, reflecting his own premonition.
This is a further perception than the autumn wind's unconsciousness.
"What will it be?"
Looking at the rising sun, ripples in Mu Longcheng's eyes.
So is the 'alien' so arrogant?
Or are there other changes?
He thought, and after a while, the elevator had already risen. The white beauty called respectfully: "boss, what do you command?"
"Is there any news from Potter?"
Mulong City asked lightly.
The white beauty froze slightly, and then replied: "The leader of Potter returned the news that he was seriously injured and had reported it before ...
Mu Longcheng closed his eyes slowly, and said lightly:
"Contact Potter and have him send someone to the border of Xuan Kingdom ..."
"Yes."
The white beautiful woman respectfully responded and turned into the elevator.
........
Huh ~
In a small courtyard in a country in Sui Jie, Su Jie is practicing boxing and the sound of the air is endless.
Before the night faded, he was already up.
Since practicing martial arts, he has become obsessed with it. He spends all his free time every day and sleeps very little.
Morning exercises are just basic operations for him.
"Your fist, there is no ..."
Words came out of the round, and Potter walked slowly to the yard.
His injury was still very serious, but it was normal as he walked, but Su Jie could smell the gas from his mouth and nose, which was a sign that the internal organs had not healed and he could not hold his blood.
"Are there no in the punch?"
Su Jie moved, but didn't stop, but slowly finished the punch, then stopped slowly:
"Coach, you're not hurt. Go and rest."
"Your boxing is loose and well-equipped, and your skills are complete. It is just that there is no in the boxing.
Potter talked:
"There is no in the fist, such as a painting dragon without eyes, splashing ink without heart, pen and bonelessness, and no use at all. For a true expert, it is just a joke ...."
Potter's words were round and round, with undulating tones and highly infectious.
Let Su Jie listen to and admire secretly, not to mention martial arts, just say this great mystery, Potter has surpassed 99% of the great mysterious people.
"The coach, what is God?"
Su Jie asked.
"God in the fist .... 咦?"
Potter was about to speak, his heart seemed to move, and he looked up instantly, looking incompetent.
"coach?"
Su Jie followed his eyes and saw nothing. He couldn't help but be surprised ~ EbookFREE.me ~ He was dead ... "
Potter's body flickered slightly, and the gas on his body suddenly became a lot bigger, but his heart was instantly turbulent.
"coach!"
Su Jie rushed forward to support him, and couldn't help but be surprised: "Who is dead?"
Since he saw Potter, he has always been calm and calm, even if he was seriously injured, and his mood was so volatile at this time.
What did he see?
"Unbelievable, incredible, what can kill him?"
Potter looked at the night and mumbled:
"What ... can kill God?"