The wars that break out of the extraordinary are far more cruel than wars between the world, because the strength gap between the extraordinary people between different levels is larger than that of ordinary people.

It is easier for a powerful extraordinary person to kill a weak extraordinary person than an ant.

In this case, the low-level extraordinary person does not have much self-protection power in front of the high-level extraordinary person.

It is said that this situation was indeed a long time ago, and all wars were decided by a few top extraordinary people.

Although this situation has not been completely changed now, because the high-level extraordinary people are also improving, the fat and low-level extraordinary people have the ability to protect themselves in front of the high-level extraordinary people, and even have the ability to turn the tables under certain specific conditions.

Formation, battle formation art, fusion art, countless genius elites have successively entered this field of research.

Ren Wu is a place to enjoy his achievements, and there are ready-made formations in the library of Zhaixing Tower.

Ren Wu also bought a few formations that could be used permanently by his forces, and spent a lot of spiritual stones.

A blood-red red snake projected over the plain is spread all over the battlefield.

Combination summoning technique, the ancient god of the ancient god descends to the gods.

The ancient god of Chihao summoned by burning the qi and blood in the body and spiritual power, the formation marked the ancient god of Chihao still exists in the world, which is just the projection of its summoning through the formation.

Even if it is just a projection, it has the peak combat power of the eighth level. There are very few teams that have eighth level combat power among the teams that the Southern Lion Empire comes to support. With this fusion summoning technique, the miscellaneous coalition temporarily has the capital to confront the Southern Lion Empire.

However, there are advantages and disadvantages. The summoned ancient god of Red Disaster is just a projection after all, and it is not stable based on the existence of the qi, blood and spiritual power of these soldiers.

The battle situation is temporarily in a state of anxiety.

Ren Wu watched coldly. Unless there were more than eighth-level players taking action, or bed bugs that had a great impact on the battle situation, this would be a screening process in his eyes.

Select elites from the big waves.

Only a truly cruel battle can select more elites who are fighting for him and follow him to a further future.

Meanwhile, on the other side.

The mechanical clone is preparing to return from the astral realm.

The body had just finished a small retreat and improved its cultivation level to the eighth level, keeping up with the progress of the soul cultivation level.

The newly obtained physical talent has increased the speed of Ren Wu's cultivation by many times...

Especially in water-related exercises and spells, you can almost see it at a glance.

The other clones have entered the formal world and the body has to continue to do serious things.

"Entering the 14th World."

The silver door was pushed open.

Ren Wu's consciousness was swallowed up. When his consciousness returned to waking up, a buzzing sound came from his ears, like countless mosquitoes flying around in his ears.

It seemed like a pure white room in front of me.

The lights on the ceiling flashed slightly.

The electric current passes through and makes a sizzling sound.

There is still a pungent smell in the air.

He touched his nose, and the part he touched was a little painful, just like the pain transmitted by the torn epidermis.

There was a dry blood clot on the palm of my palm, which was just buckled from near my nose.

The eyes were sore, swollen, and tired.

Only intermittent memory fragments remain in my mind.

Recalling memories with closed eyes, Ren Wu's mouth gradually raised, interesting...

The fragments of memory are integrated into his senses, and everything seems to be experienced in person.

His name is A Dai, and he is a very poor little boy.

His father died of illness when he was a child.

Later, his mother had a car accident while traveling with her grandparents.

He escaped from the disaster at home because he was weak in physique since childhood.

He was temporarily suspended from school and was adopted by his grandmother.

The doctor prescribed him a very bitter medicine.

He doesn't want to drink.

He made a big fuss and pushed open the medicine bowl.

Grandpa and grandma were at a loss.

In the end, the grandfather, wearing a green coat, held his hands up next to his ears and bowed his back, like a fat and fat rabbit jumping around in the room to make him happy, and grandma took the opportunity to feed him medicine.

He stared at his grandfather and unknowingly drank all the medicine.

From that day on, in his eyes, the image of grandpa really turned into a rabbit forever.

A rabbit in a green coat.

Funny and ridiculous.

Bloated like a bowling ball.

Rocking around the house.

After three months of rest at home, I returned to school.

Grandma urged him to get up as soon as possible and go to school and not be late.

He opened his eyes in a daze, and the sun outside the window had not yet fully risen.

The sunlight is divided into small pieces through the window screen.

He wanted to get up, but found that he could not move.

Then he was frightened to find that the quilt had come alive, like a thick snail shell covering him, and two round eyeballs were embedded on the surface of the quilt.

The sound of grandma urging her to the door came from outside the door.

"Why don't you get up yet? Get up quickly and have breakfast or you'll be late for school."

He shouted loudly, "Grandma, I'm sealed."

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Grandma pushed open the door.

He also holds a spatula in his hand.

Grandma seemed not to see the quilt demon king, but just stood at the door and looked at him, and said angrily: "Get up quickly."

He struggled twice, but the Demon King of Quilt seemed to possess infinite divine power, and he was still tightly sealed in the quilt.

He ate a meal of fried pork with bamboo shoots as promised.

Walking on the street with a schoolbag on the road, the cars on the road made a ferocious whistle, as if evil beasts were running on the road.

He was a little scared. He hid in the crowd and walked into the school carefully with his head down.

The noisy school seemed to lower some of the sounds, and the yellow and white sun shone on the grey stone slabs in the school.

The teacher holding a book and wearing high heels is like a giraffe with his neck raised.

The class bell rang, and he sat in the first row, raised his neck high, staring at the teacher on the podium without blinking.

The deep blackboard looks like a smooth mirror, blurring the outline of the teacher's back on the podium.

After class, there were sounds of fighting in the corridor.

The classroom was full of running, shouting, and playing.

He sat alone in his seat, with no obstacles on both sides of the desk, but in his eyes it seemed that two invisible glass walls blocked him in place.

He felt suffocation.

The noisy sound echoed in his ears like a wave of demonic sounds, making him panic.

He closed his eyes and lay on the table.

A hand stretched out from behind and poked his shoulder.

He shuddered and jumped up, but was pulled back to his original position by invisible force.

"Hahaha, I ran away quickly!"

A boy ran to the back door and rolled two stacks of books.

He turned his head and looked a little confused.

He seemed to have heard words like "orphan", "broom star", "unlucky man", "no father and mother".

The images of those classmates gradually changed in his eyes, with sharp mouths, monkey cheeks, tongues spitting out, and thick white powder was applied to his face.

Bees, lizards, and spiders hung on their sticking tongues.

"We'll take an exam today." Footsteps came outside the classroom.
To be continued...