The middle-green wind blade painted a mysterious trajectory, hitting Reggie Miller's chest, with blood and bones flown. Reggie Miller, who was dozens of meters high, couldn't bear to suffer, and fell down from the sky again.

Blood stained Reggie Miller's eyes red. A generation of genius was still holding the notebook tightly in his life and death. His eyes emitted a different kind of light, and his fingers tickled the keyboard bit by bit.

Reggie Miller fell on the three-story roof, and his laptop was smashed to pieces, and a stream of white current flowed away from Reggie Miller's chest.

"Don't" Oliver looked at Reggie Miller who was falling on the roof, and then looked at the sarin poison gas rising around him. Oliver took out a genetic potion from his pocket and stabbed the thigh on the thigh. The already sturdy hawk expanded directly, quickly avoiding the hornet's arrows and Thor's lightning, and soon disappeared into the steel jungle of the skyscrapers.

Bang bang bang bang... Seven poison gas bombs shattered on the streets of Tokyo, and the air was filled with a smell of jam. Although the people around had evacuated, there were still too few people to evacuate. As the poison gas spread, some people died in pain.

For a moment, the noisy international metropolis turned into hell in an instant, with colorless poisonous gas stretching out, the smell of jam floating in the air, countless souls struggled in pain, nerve paralysis and unable to struggle, and eventually they could only die in struggle.

"What should I do?" Even though Xuan Qinghe, who had been in charge of life and death since the war years, felt a little reluctant to do so when he looked at the rising sarin poison gas, and then felt compassion.

"Save or not?" Banzaji also felt compassion. After all, the fight between monks and monks is innocent. You cannot burn a whole nest of ants with boiling water just because the two adults are angry.

Xuan Qi was silent, stretched out his fingers and bounced his eyebrows heavily. The old man who had been silent for a long time asked in a low voice: "Are you really planning to get involved in this cause and effect?"

Xuan Qi nodded without hesitation: "If you can, help, and do what you can. If you don't help, watch them die, my heart will not be at ease and my cultivation will not be able to improve."

"Good" Lao Teng is as timid as a mouse, but he likes Xuan Qi's responsibility. Only a responsible monk can make a difference. In ancient times, many monks emerged, fighting against the sky, the earth, monsters, and people. If it were not for the responsible Xuan Cultivation, how could he defend a pure land? How could he not have a pure land be bred?

The sarin poison gas that kills people in the eyes of others is nothing in the eyes of Lao Feng, not to mention that Xuan Qi has sufficient spirit stones on his body. As long as he condenses spiritual mist, he can break through all toxins in the world.

After Xuan Qi got the method mentioned by Lao Tzu, he immediately raised his hands high, and the true energy in his body continued to gush. The five elements of the qi rotated, and a trace of water vapor appeared on his hands.

The three old men and the super-powered warriors of China all looked at Xuan Qi with flickering eyes. I wonder what kind of way he could turn such a dangerous situation. The super-powered warriors of China also looked at Xuan Qi, not knowing that he would play the trump card again and could turn the tide in this situation.

Tokyo, shrouded in sarin poison gas, has become hell, with nerve poison gas extremely domineering, and people who have not evacuated all died in pain in convulsions. There are fresh souls in the void, painful but unwillingness, and the noisy movements are about to turn into hell.

For a moment, the cold wind whistled in several blocks and the ghosts were heavy. The unwilling death energy rose to cover the sky and the sun. Seven poison gas bombs exploded in all directions, forming a poison gas vortex. The Blackstone Prison became a refuge and was not disturbed by poison gas for the time being.

"What should I do?" Hawkeye asked the captain of the United States helplessly. Even though they were all strong and super-powered warriors, they had no idea when faced with such an emergency.

An island policeman could not withstand such pressure, roared in horror, ran towards the direction of Green Willow Camp. As soon as he ran to the corner of the street, he twitched all over, let out a short wail, and then curled up on the ground and died.

This scene stimulated other survivors again, and another policeman from the island country shouted loudly: "I don't want to die here." As he said that, he got into the car, closed the glass inside the car, and then drove towards the way he came. As soon as he rushed to the corner of the street, the car that was originally driving immediately tilted, and the horn made a loud sound, and a loud bang hit the telephone pole, turning into a burning fireball.

What to do? What to do? Faced with the threat of death, at this moment, whether it is a high-ranking diplomatic officer, a strong super-powered warrior, or a policeman in charge of the safety of one side, they all show fragility, panic and uneasiness.

Kuromaru put the long knife in his hand into the scabbard and reached out to pull Kamiko beside him: "Love it once, I don't want to be a virgin when I die."

Under extreme pressure, people always have a wrong line, say incredible words, and do things that are difficult to understand. For example, the current Black Wolf Maple, what he actually thought of in this situation was that thing.

Kamiko was as stupid as a wooden chicken. In this case, she was almost trapped in Kucheng. She never thought of giving up. She could study the wind direction around her to struggle for one more second, and she would not have the time to do it with Kuroro Maru.

Qinglang ignored the love words of these little children and squatted until he patted Babi's head. In this world, human loyalty cannot catch up with a dog. Qinglang is more willing to believe in a dog, but does not believe in people with uncertainty. Unfortunately, no matter whether it is a human or a dog, they are going to die.

The captain of the United States finally stopped being strong, showing his weak side, threw away his shield and hugged his knees and curled up on the ground, so that he could feel warmer and always stretched his body to support him. It was too tiring.

Bawangmaru's eyes widened, trying to find the glimmer of vitality. Suddenly, he saw Xuan Qi on the top of the skyscraper and his raised hands, and couldn't help but exclaim: "What do he want to do?"

After Bawang Pill’s reminder, everyone looked at the top of the skyscraper. They saw Xuan Qi grab a few spirit stones from the void, pinched the spirit stones full of spiritual energy into powder, and melted them into the water curtain above his head.

What is this to do? Can spiritual energy turn into water to detach the toxic gas of sarin? People who have already started to sit and wait for death simply put all their hopes on Xuan Qi, hoping that this man who has created miracles repeatedly can be as magical as legends and once again turn the tide and save everyone.

Xuan Qi condensed his energy into a soldier again, and two snow-white wings formed on his back. He jumped up with his feet. The water elements and spirit stones in his hands mixed together and turned into a spiritual spring. As the true energy in Xuan Qi's hand spilled, it floated into nectar in the void, scattered and fell, and finally turned into thin smoke.

The sarin poison gas that was originally floating in the air was touched by the smoke filled with spiritual energy, and then turned black and slowly penetrated into the ground.

The qi soldiers behind Xuan Qi kept trembling, pushing Xuan Qi up like a pair of wings. The spiritual energy turned into rain, like fog and illusion, rising in the void, harmonizing the sarin poison gas floating in the air.

Even the extremely domineering nerve toxins have nowhere to hide in front of the spiritual energy, turning into black smoke and flowing on the ground. The sweet smell of jam in the air dissipates.

The person who had just lie down on the corner of the street, who was still struggling and twitching suddenly stopped struggling and did not die. He widened his eyes in terror, reached out to touch his body, and finally got up from the ground, with a smile on his face that he had survived the disaster.

The spiritual energy is like fog, moistening things silently. It wraps the toxic gas of the sand forest in the void together, and a catastrophe disappears without considering the loss of martial arts and spiritual stones.

The captain of the United States, who was curled up on the ground and waited for death, immediately stood up in high spirits, looked at Xuan Qi, who had transformed into wings in the sky, and asked, "Who is he? Is he an angel?"

"No." Qinglang said with some envy and jealousy: "He is a super-powered warrior from China. As for the name, I don't know much." Baby let out a low roar, and Qinglang immediately comforted him: "Don't worry, we will have spirit stones one day."

Diplomatic military officer Hirobuki Kato's eyes flashed with disbelief. He looked at the black slurry flowing on the ground and turned to look at the chemical expert: "Has the sarin gas been cleaned?"

The chemistry expert's eyes flashed with hesitation. Logically speaking, the neurotoxin is colorless and transparent, and it should not turn black even if it is cleaned. However, when the person who was infected with the poisonous gas has recovered, it seems that the venom has been cleaned up. The chemistry expert took the test stick to test it, and it was stained with the black water on the ground, and found that it was no toxic.

"What did the person who was really cleaned up in the sky use? He was able to clean up the sarin gas?" Everything that happened in front of him had exceeded the cognition of chemists, and even subverted the existing scientific system.

No one spent time explaining to him Xuan Xiu and Super Power, everyone was concerned about whether to contact the crisis. Thunder God, who had already developed ambitions for life and death, had a smile on his lips. No one was willing to die if he could live.

As the spiritual mist scattered, the black liquid on the ground became more and more. One by one, who were struggling in pain, stood up, and his face was filled with glory for the remnant of the disaster.

Xuan Qinghe, who was silent on the platform, suddenly sang the sutra of rebirth loudly. As the scriptures were like the wind, the cold mist in the air was wrapped and dissipated. The dust returned to the dust and the soil. No matter how much reluctance there was in these souls, it would dissipate with the cold wind.

Xuan Qi swept all the spiritual mist, waved a somewhat transparent qi soldier, and slowly landed on the roof. The true qi consumed too much Xuan Qi's face turned pale.

"Is it okay?" Banzaji stepped forward and held Xuan Qi's hand. Suddenly he realized that Xuan Qi's body was very heavy, soft and seemed to be able to fall down at any time. This is a sign that the true qi consumed too much and was removed from strength.

"Leave here first, find a place I need to rest." Xuan Qi, who was responsible, seemed to have gained some more. The rising sun's fate shimmered slightly, helping the people of Tokyo through a disaster. Xuan Qi needs to slowly comprehend the new harvest.
Chapter completed!