"It's so sucking spectacular!" Wang Ze exclaimed in a crying voice, "If it weren't for the burp, I had to take a picture, and I would definitely dominate the circle of friends... So what the hell do we do?"

Director Xiao finally roared his throat: "What kind of garbage skills are you?"

The collapsed wall pressed Xuan Ji down again, and he almost came up: "Old Xiao, aren't you a lightning system? Think of some solutions!"

Xiao Zheng roared: "Look at my head, is your unreasonable request human words?"

If the lightning system could be insulated, he, a handsome guy who was gentle and abstinent, would he still have his head naked now?

At this moment, a voice inserted: "Get out of here."

When Wang Ze turned around, he found that it was Yan Qiushan who made a sound. It seemed that the unlucky child who had just been beaten outside had found his father, and almost burst into tears: "Mr. Yan!"

"Sister Shan and the others are following the support from the heavy rain. Don't worry about the underground part, take care of yourself first." The elevator had already stopped. The emergency passage had only steep stairs. Yanqiushan had no wings. It was obviously upstairs with his legs. His internal injuries had not healed yet. He was panting hard at this moment. He waved Wang Ze, who was throwing the ostrich into the forest, "Don't talk nonsense, just lean over, hurry up! Director Xuan, I need metal, can I borrow a few coins--"

Before I could talk about it in detail, the building began to "crunch".

Xuan Ji immediately understood Yan Qiushan's plan. Perhaps he was afraid that there would be not enough coins, so he freed up a hand, and half a heavy sword appeared in his palm, and threw it towards Yan Qiushan in the air. As soon as most of the sword body came out, Xuan Ji's whole body became a lot more empty and became a little transparent.

If it weren't for the faction who had no choice but to escape, the moment the sword flew over, everyone could not help but close their eyes. The sword was engraved with ancient inscriptions, and the double blades condensed into bone-broken cold light under the lightning. Although it was only half the sword body, the severe and heavy murderous aura almost shattered the space. At that moment, even the demon pills and blood energy in the sky were suppressed.

Zhichun's pupils suddenly shrank, and in the entire building, a bunch of metal utensils, swords, or ornaments, all buzzed with trembling—

That is the legendary demon sword that can kill the sky and kill the earth.

The fierce and fierce ancient magic sword stopped straight at Yanqiu Mountain, and the cold light seemed to be about to freeze his breath.

However, at this moment, the inheritance of the forging technique on Yan Qiushan suddenly moved on its own. Through him, he gently communicated with the ancient sword in inaudible language. I wonder if it was his illusion, but the evil spirit on the sword instantly dissipated and became inexplicably kind.

Yan Qiushan tentatively stretched out his hand. As soon as he touched the sword body, the metal on the sword immediately stretched and unfolded according to his wishes, turning into a huge metal film, wrapping everyone in with a floor tiles under their feet, and then closed in all directions to form a sphere that isolated its sight.

Wang Ze was stunned: "What is this operation?"

As he finished speaking, Xuan Ji made a gesture of pulling outwards - the metal ball was transformed by the demon sword body, which was equivalent to a part of his body. He could move as he wanted. After he gently pulled it, the balls with a large group of people flew out in the air and plunged into the power grid.

Wang Ze shouted "ao" and the sound waves were not wasted at all, and it all poured into Director Xiao's ears: "So the meaning of this thing is to blindfold us and die again? You two are so humanistic!"

Xiao Zheng has never had hair protection since he could not stand the noise, and his brain almost made him so shocked that he gushed out of his ears: "The metal ball is a body of equal potential. If the body of equal potential electricity can't kill you, what are you doing in middle school!"

"Looking fantasy novels to improve your business level!" Wang Ze shouted, "I woke up early. Who knew that when I grew up, I could not escape the college entrance examination and thunder! Ah! Guanyin Bodhisattva Jade Emperor Tathagata Buddha Buddha Taishang Laojun..."

A sound of Gorai interrupted Wang Ze's name to the gods and Buddhas of the heavens. The metal ball rolled into the lightning net. The thin metal film blocked the sight, but it kept intercepting the sound. The fieldworkers who perfectly performed their duties in the rear end were heroically completed and turned back into physical mortal bodies. They were as loud as Gorai's voice, and they were neatly howling.

The next moment, the metal ball seemed to be shattered by their shouts, and the night wind with bloody smell suddenly surged in. The fieldmen shouted and shouted out three hundred meters, looked at each other, and found that they had passed through the power grid alive!

Before Wang Ze could feel that science and technology were the primary productive forces, he felt something was wrong under his feet. He glanced down and found that they had left the building and were hanging in the air outside the thirty-six floors!

"Wait," Xiao Zheng first came to his senses and covered his deaf ears, "Don't shout for now, we didn't fall down!"

Someone spoke at the bottom of his feet: "Don't... move around!"

Only then did the field find that the stone bricks under their feet were carried by Xuan Ji's spreading wings.

Wang Ze looked down in fear: "Director Xuan, what is your maximum load?"

Xuan Ji took back his sword body and squeezed out a sentence from his teeth: "I'm not an elevator, I'm thanking you!"

At this time, the sound of the propeller sounded, and several helicopters came back in danger of being struck by lightning.

Xuan Ji: "Prepare!"

Of course, the special fieldwork that left behind the rear was the elite. At the moment when Xuan Ji and the helicopter ladder were intersecting, they quickly and orderly climbed the ladder.

Yanqiushan, who was walking at the end, just grabbed the ladder, and a lightning-fire steel knife passed by. Except for the hairless comrades, everyone's hair stood up. Xuan Ji and the helicopter dodged in both directions at the same time. The lightning barely hit the falling stone slab.

Someone shouted in the echoing noise: "The building is about to collapse!"

The shadow passed over the sky above their heads, and the General Administration Building, which had crossed its limit, collapsed from the wound like a broken pencil.

The top of the storm has turned black, because the constant temperature array has broken and ice has already formed!

The helicopter flew out desperately. The fieldman hanging outside couldn't open his eyes and could only try his best to grab the ladder. Zhichun, who was firmly protected by Yan Qiushan, suddenly spoke out: "Director Xuan, wait...what is he going?"

Yanqiushan opened his eyes with difficulty - he saw Xuan Ji flying into the half-broken building like a death-like!

Sheng Lingyuan's entire person had turned into a shadow and quickly passed through the emergency passage. The gravel and gravel kept falling down, and were bounced away by the black fog around him. He ignored it until a broken steel plate with the words "Construction, protect ancient wood relics" flew towards him.

Sheng Lingyuan held the broken isolation board with one hand. Just as he was about to swing it away, he suddenly felt something, and his eyes condensed... There was a familiar ancient aura on the steel board!

The dead tree in the hall was always wrapped around this thing. It is said that when Bi Chunsheng summoned his clone of the macaroni grass with a gloomy sacrifice, the dead tree attracted thunder and smashed the magic circle in the hall, and the magic circle was "decorated". Therefore, every time he came to the different control bureau, he either came in from the apron or went upstairs directly from the garage, and he had never had the chance to go to the closed hall.

On the fragments of the protective film steel plate, Sheng Lingyuan found at least six or seven remaining auras of magic arrays, one of which was extremely familiar... The magic array group was arranged very cleverly, almost seamlessly blending, hiding the things inside without leaking any breath.

He actually let such a big formation be hidden from his nose.

Sheng Lingyuan didn’t know if it was three thousand years ago, and there were talented people in the world, but based on his knowledge, such a master could only think of one person...

Danli.

And that weird dead tree.

The entire building of the Extraordinary Control Bureau was built on the big tree as its root. Its origin is unknown. I don’t know whether it was planted by man or grown by itself. The surrounding protective fence marked it that it is the largest plant in existence. Because it is too tall, it has been hit by lightning many times. The climate in Yong'an is dry and thunderstorms can easily cause fires. However, for some reason, the surrounding hills were burned by the earth fire that was hooked by thunder for several rounds, and only this tree has been preserved.

At this time, the tiny green leaves covered the dead wood body, and the refreshing fragrance of grass and trees spread everywhere. The tree was constantly expanding, and the decoration green plants and flowers were smashed everywhere.

When other plants come into contact with the expanding branches, they will immediately be sucked into a handful of dead grass. At the same time, similar branches will grow on the expanding branches.

Sheng Lingyuan raised his hand and knocked away a branch that swept towards his face. He saw that the same branch was strangely blooming with camellia, jasmine, anthracite and Clivia, collided with the black mist in his palm in colorful colors. The fresh flowers turned into a wisp of blue smoke, and the demonic aura flew overwhelmed - Sheng Lingyuan teleported to the first floor hall in the blue smoke.

The hall, which tens of thousands of people were in and out without appearing crowded, was already in a mess, and was filled with terrible tree roots. The protective film steel plates painted with mysterious magic arrays were everywhere, and there was almost no place to stay.

Sheng Lingyuan hung in the air lightly on the black fog. Before he could stand still, he heard a familiar low smile.

"His Majesty the Human Emperor," the voice echoed in the stormy building, "It's been a long time since."

At that moment, Sheng Lingyuan felt that the blood in his body was frozen.

That was the voice of the demon king Jiushen he heard it three thousand years ago at the end of the blood-stained demon city!

"Time is like a flash of time." Jiushen's voice said softly, coming from all directions, one word in the east, one word in the west, the sound is like a person, but each word is not unified in the direction, and it seems to be full of talk. "How majestic is Your Majesty, the Human Emperor who raised his arms and called the world to respond to it? The human tribes, human races... and the demon races that are scattered outside are all your leaders. In the world, they are all lackeys who shout long live your mountain. Now, Your Majesty is as down as me... Tsk, Shengxiao, the tide of people is surging you high, just to fall heavily one day. Will you fall in Chiyuan hurt?"

In the building, various alarms were ringing wildly, the voices were chaotic, and the thunder was accompanied by the tearing sound of collapse points... All the noise was disturbing. Sheng Lingyuan gently bit his tongue and forced his turbulent mind to concentrate in his ears.

A white shadow flashed quickly by his side. At first glance, the laser pen with white images swaying randomly swept on the wall, and the course of action was chaotic, sometimes approaching, sometimes skipping away, and never stopping for a second, and his eyes couldn't keep up with him.

But Sheng Lingyuan intuition that the other party was not running around. A faint wind swept across his temples. He felt the faint breath flowing around him. The white shadow seemed to be quietly depicting the shape of a formation, which was very hidden and a little familiar.

Formation?

What kind of array is it?

Sheng Lingyuan asked calmly: "What are you?"

Bai Ying smiled and said, "You have been buried under the magma for a long time, are you so confused? You don't even recognize your old friends."

Sheng Lingyuan was chasing the traces left behind, and curled his eyebrows and eyes slightly: "This is really strange. I have been alone for three thousand years. Recently, I have produced a lot of old friends for no reason. Any cat and dog appear, and they all come to meet with me..."

"What," he said, and a black air in his palm flew out unexpectedly, "Come to ask for New Year's money?"

But the white shadow was too fast, and the black gas penetrated into the wall, without hitting the target, but instead knocked down a non-load-bearing wall.

"Gou Yuelou has been separated for three thousand years," Bai Ying sighed, "His Majesty the Human Emperor, do you really not remember it? Then you can take a good look."

The three words "Gouyue Tower" made Sheng Lingyuan's eyes twitch. Before he could think about it, he had already teleported ten meters away by instinct. At the same time, a whirlwind suddenly turned out of nowhere where he was standing. Countless swords and swords transformed into the wind, curled out like a meat grinder, and passed by him "woosh", barely cutting off a strand of Sheng Lingyuan's long hair, and then disappeared out of nowhere.

A tree root thickly wrapped around the roof of a tree that broke the floor tiles, directly lifting Sheng Lingyuan from the ground into the air. The tree roots were actually covered with leaves and flowers!

Those strange flowers and leaves automatically fall off when they encounter air, and thousands of arrows shot towards Shenglingyuan like fire. A thick black mist surged around Shenglingyuan, blocking the flowers and leaves tightly.

But something strange happened. Not only were the flowers and leaves not afraid of their demonic energy, they used black mist as nutrients and swallowed them in big mouths. The raised roots and beards made a sigh and swelled up several feet.

Sheng Lingyuan saw the formation on the ground clearly, and was stunned, and the long-standing memories suddenly came back-

That was... the last time that the human army encountered before entering the Demon King Palace three thousand years ago.

At the beginning of the melee in Jiuzhou, the demon king broke through Chiyuan and went north, and it was like a bamboo shoot. The world became a demon realm. The new demon capital was named "Holy City" back then - about 150 kilometers southwest of Yong'an - there is the "Flying Temple" in the city, which is the Demon King Palace.

Unlike the human race, which covers a vast land and is stable in the palace style, more than 90% of the places in the Demon King Palace are dense forests, with 360-sided formations overlapping each other, and a tall building is surrounded by the middle. The building is towering into the clouds, with its flying eaves sharply curled. Looking out of the formation on the moonlit night, the crescent moon is first connected to the eaves and teeth, so it is also called "Gouyue Tower".

The formations outside Gouyue Tower were murderous step by step. Every time the human army pushed forward, they had to fill in countless lives. But at that time, people were like unconscious insects and ants, not afraid of life and death, but only knew how to rush up one after another.

Everyone is dominated by that terrible passion, including Sheng Lingyuan himself.

After three days of breaking the formation outside Gouyue Tower, 100,000 human races died. In such a large holy city, the bodies could not be arranged and overlapped layer by layer. At that time, it was around the Dragon Boat Festival, and the heat was rising and the snakes and insects were active. However, within more than a hundred miles of the holy city, even birds dared not fall. The dead aura that could not be dispersed was attached to the demon sword and pointed at the last enemy.

A sword is like a puppet, and a sword-holder is also a puppet.

I couldn't bear to look back on twenty years, from the Emperor of Humans to the pawns in front of the horse, no one knew how he survived.

It took three days for the human army tore through the formation group outside Gouyue Tower and approached the demon guards who were finally fighting stubbornly.

Sheng Lingyuan still remembers the last time outside Gouyue Tower.

People fell into that formation, as if they were trapped in an infinite world, and countless innate spiritual objects appeared in the formation - the vast Kun and Peng, the widows flying in anger, the slabs facing the human-faced tiger body, the dragons turning over the clouds and rain, and the Vermilion Bird wearing Lihuo... They are all true spirits that have been swallowed by the demon king, and their bodies are dead. Their anger and their respective magic powers are still left in the formation and used by the demon king.

That formation is called "Guiyi Formation", and the leader of the formation is the demon king himself.

He is the only one in the world who can do it because others don’t have that big appetite!

Gui Yi sucked the demonic energy from Sheng Lingyuan's body, and at the same time, he quickly climbed up from the bottom of the building of the Extraordinary Control Bureau, and could no longer see the bottom from above.

When Xuan Ji came down, he found that the golden dragon had climbed to the eleventh floor like a gecko, lying there dyingly. The heavy and familiar bloody smell made his eyebrows pound, and he couldn't see anything clearly below.

"Yes, isn't it just a reincarnation period?" The evil spirit, who seemed to come from the collective subconscious of the human race, said softly, "But isn't I dead?"

Following the connection of "a vow of a mountain", Xuan Ji jumped down and crashed into the formation head-on, and heard this sentence.
Chapter completed!