crossing with green hills

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There were even a few of them, which made the heirs of the hundred families present all frown, their pupils constricted, and their hearts were filled with fear.

The soil was rolled up and the sky was full of dust. Ying Zheng stood on the high platform with his hands behind his back, staring deeply at the direction of the Wei River in the distance, with a cold expression on his face.

It seemed that there was a powerful presence there that made him stand ready.

His expression was more serious than ever before.

In the sky full of wind and dust, countless blue-skinned monsters walked near the high platform and charged directly into the crowd, rampaging, or waving sharp weapons in their hands, each blow would bring up a large amount of blood, or waving sharp claws and iron hooves, each blow would kill people. Hit and fly.

He opened his bloody mouth wide, and chewed the person into his stomach with a click.

Whether it is an ordinary warrior or a half-step innate, they are not a single enemy, and they will be chopped melons and vegetables.

Either being swept away, vomiting blood and falling to the ground, trampled into muddy meat by messy footsteps, or like swallowing buns, one bite at a time.

"kill!"

Looking at the crowd who were defeated and unable to resist at the very moment of contact, a group of innate warriors could no longer sit still, and made moves one after another, each showing their unique skills.

Someone swept across with a long sword, drawing out streaks of icy sword light, and slashed towards a giant four-horned beast that was charging through the crowd.

The shadows of the palms were heavy, and there was a thunderous sonic boom in the air. A shiny forehead reflected the sunlight, and it fell from the sky, palm after palm, and slapped on a monster shaped like a peacock.

There is also a woman with white gauze feet, with bare hands floating, playing strips of white horses. With the sound of enchanting bells, they are like strong chains, binding a blue monster with ten wrists.

There was a stalemate for a while, and it was hard to distinguish between equals.

More and more monsters gradually rushed into the crowd, where they passed, there was a bloody storm, their fangs were exposed, and they devoured them unscrupulously, causing everyone to flee in panic, panic, and blood on the spot.

"Nie Yi, look at the sword!"

The figures of the Hundred Schools couldn't hold back anymore, and they shot one after another, finding the opponents they had targeted long ago and killing them.

The Taoist descendant holds a peach wood sword and wears a green robe from the fairyland. With one step at a time, all the monsters and monsters blocking the way are killed or stabbed by his sword.

Kill a bloody path, and go straight to a one-horned crocodile.

The Confucian heir holds a pen in his left hand and a book in his right, swinging his sleeves, taking no time to rush, sometimes pointing a stroke at the monster he is attacking, sometimes moving his lips, chanting poetry, and walking towards a scaled liger. .

The heir of the Mo family held a machine gun produced by the Tiangong Institute in both hands, and fired at the crowd of monsters. Every time a gun went out, a red light flashed and shot into the monster's body. Bones, falling to the ground.

In an instant, a flame rose and turned into coke.

There are special bullets inside, and every hit can seriously injure a half-step genius.

A few shots can take one down.

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And when there was chaos in the audience, Ying Zheng still looked ashen, standing on the high platform, staring at the bank of the Weishui River, without saying a word.

An unrivaled aura burst out from his body, capturing all the monsters below, who never dared to get close to the high platform, and were far away from the Weishui River in the distance.

And under the high platform, a group of foreign envoys dodging in the chaotic crowd, with bright red blood sprayed on their faces and bodies, watching people around them die continuously, crying their noses, and sighing in their hearts:

"Da Qin is too dangerous, I want to go home!"

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I did a very IQ-losing thing last night, and the readers in the group know it, it's really stupid!

I dare not let someone know, for fear of being beaten to death!

I want to ask now: Who is stupider than me!

Chapter 43 The Nefarious Fate Between Yin and Yang

In Xianyang City, when they were besieged by monsters and suffered disasters on the roof, the human race suffered heavy losses, and the innate warriors fought bloody battles.

Daqingshan, thirty miles away.

The bamboo shadows are whirling, swaying with the wind under the sunshine.

Cast a sparse mottled.

In the bamboo courtyard, Li Tiansheng was wearing a green shirt, sitting cross-legged under the canopy-like sycamore tree, his whole body quietly suspended in the air.

A mighty river of luck, when Yingzheng accepted the worship of Wanbang, the spiritual energy suddenly appeared, gathered from the endless void, and poured into Daqingshan.

Most of it scattered into the Daqing Mountain, absorbed by the mountain, and became the foundation and accumulation of the mountain's leap.

The mountain was raised unconsciously, the vegetation grew wildly, and the peaks became more and more lush.

The aura rises at a speed visible to the naked eye, swirling in the air, and the invisible aura gradually condenses into a spiritual mist that is visible to both eyes.

And intertwined into a large group of spiritual clouds.

Whoa!

In the end, the dense spiritual clouds gathered low, covering the sunlight, and the bright light in the mountains dimmed for a while.

Like the overwhelmed ceiling, it finally collapsed.

Drop after drop of soybean-sized spiritual rain has been falling continuously since nine days.

From the drizzling, to the pouring rain, to the soothing rain, and finally to the gradual silence.

For a full quarter of an hour, it just disappeared, and the clouds disappeared.

Daqingshan, which has been watered by both luck and spiritual energy, has even increased the concentration of spiritual energy that was already surging and abundant.

Some condense into mist, and some condense into liquid.

The spiritual spring gushes out and sputters out.

The creatures in the mountains are running and jubilant, cheering one by one.

The white deer galloped and hoofed excitedly among the mountains and forests, and the cranes led a hundred birds, circling and dancing in the sky.

The spirit ape emerges from the treetops, and the flood dragon writhes in the dragon pond.

The entire Daqingshan seemed to have undergone a major health care in an instant, "shaking" so badly!

The remaining luck, wrapped in surging aura, poured into Li Tiansheng's body.

He took the opportunity to absorb and refine it, guide the qi into the soil, silently practice the nameless exercises, beat the mana in the body, and crazily refine the spiritual energy pouring into the body.

Pour into the three major dantians, circulate through the limbs and bones, and finally disperse into the sea of ​​​​qi in the dantian.