Quinn looked at the pale face, his mind was blank, and a foul stench came from his pants, already scared**.

"Submit, or die." The man in the thriller mask said lightly.

However, before he could finish his words, the two of them rolled their eyes and fainted neatly.

Blood Clothes:...

The corners of his mouth under the blood-clothed mask twitched slightly, and he sighed helplessly, dragged the sledgehammer in his hand and continued to walk deep into the corridor, muttering in a low voice:

"Why don't you wait for someone to finish your words... The psychological quality of this foreigner is really not good. The psychological quality of the aunts who come to the haunted house is better than that of you...ah."

...

Pakistan.

In the rolling yellow sand, a group of black men holding guns rushed out of the alleyway, shouting something, and pointing the gun in their hands at the man in the middle of the intersection.

"We will never surrender! Go back to China, the special envoy!" the leading man roared.

Under the black muzzle, the white crying mask was slightly raised, and a pair of deep eyes swept across everyone calmly.

"What a pity." The puppet master's eyes narrowed slightly.

Click!

All the thugs' bodies shook slightly, as if invisible threads were controlling their bodies, and they pointed the gun in their hands at their heads in a rigid manner, and unzipped the bolts in a uniform manner.

The puppet master slowly turned around and walked in the other direction. The strong wind swept across the corner of his clothes with yellow sand, and there was no expression on his face under the mask.

His fingers hooked slightly.

clatter!

Nearly a hundred thugs pointed at their foreheads and hooked the trigger. Hundreds of gunshots gathered into one sound, resounding through the sky.

The puppet master has long disappeared in the yellow sand.

...

Shangxiehuihui headquarters, mobile church.

Ji Qianming walked into the empty church slowly, followed by Lin Zimu, who was expressionless and An Qianxin, who was holding Indian Feibing, looked satisfied with her face.

"Brother Zimu, are you really not going to have a mouthful?" An Qianxin blinked and handed the flying cake in her hand to Lin Zimu.

Lin Zimu's mouth twitched slightly. Although the flying cake in An Qianxin's hand really looked very fragrant, he had witnessed the production process of the flying cake with his own eyes. For him who is obsessed with cleanliness, he could not accept this kind of food at all.

"I won't eat." Lin Zimu shook his head.

An Qianxin's little mouth was gently pursed, and tears appeared on the corners of her eyes. She silently hugged the flying cake in her hand tightly and walked forward without saying a word, as if she was suffering a great grievance.

Lin Zimu paused, feeling a little unbearable, "Well...why, I'd better eat some."

An Qianxin's eyes lit up, and she happily handed out the flying cake in her hand, "Hey! It's delicious!"

Lin Zimu sniffed the aroma of the flying cake and took a tentative bite, and found that the taste seemed to be very good. It was obviously just a cake that looked unpretentious, but it was unexpectedly delicious.

There is no such food in the God Realm...

Subconsciously, Lin Zimu took another big bite.

When he realized it, An Qianxin hugged the flying cake with only one-third of the remaining one, and her eyes turned red again, as if she was a little heartbroken.

"Uh...I'm not the case..."

"Don't talk wuwuwu..." An Qianxin looked at the flying cakes that were left in her hand with aggrievedly. This cake was bought by Ji Qianming personally to the Indian stall. It tasted very authentic. I thought that I was about to die before I could eat it, and I thought that I would not know when I went with Ji Qianming next time, and tears fell down.

Ji Qianming touched her hair with a lot of laughter and cry, "Be good, when the clearing is over, I will take you to buy it. At that time, Xiao An will buy as much as he wants."

An Qianxin stopped her tears and carefully gnawed the last bit of flying cake, for fear that it would be gone if it was bitten too much.

Looking at this sad scene, Lin Zimu suddenly felt that he was extremely guilty and was unforgivable. He stood aside silently, and did not dare to show off his anger.

Ji Qianming returned to the center of the church, made several forks on the map with a red pen, and couldn't help but sigh: "In just over a week, two-thirds of the clearing work has been completed. The efficiency is really high..."

At this speed, the underground power of the earth's abilities can be cleaned up in four or five days, which is half as short as planned.

Ji Qianming had Lin Zimu's help, and the mobile church was in his hands. He had already cleaned up all his three mission goals. Just an hour ago, he had just wiped out the underground abilities organization in India, successfully conquered four or five low-level abilities, and made a vow with them, which could be regarded as expanding the members of the Shangxie Society with a small population.

I don't know how the other envoys are doing...

Bored, Ji Qianming hesitated for a moment and started meditating and practicing in the church.

He has not relaxed his practice in the past two years when he was undercover in the Shangxie Society. He had already touched the bottleneck of the Taixu Realm when he went to the Divine Realm of the Divine Realm. However, after returning to Earth, he has been busy with the Shangxie Society and has not had time to try to break through until now.

Seeing that Ji Qianming began to practice, Lin Zimu exclaimed lightly and looked over in surprise.

Because there is a hidden cultivation effect in the Void Taoist Sutra, Lin Zimu did not discover that Ji Qianming actually had spiritual power cultivation before. It was not until he took the initiative to vent his breath that he realized that His Royal Highness, the Emperor, was actually a practitioner in the Tongxuan Realm.

The emperor's son seems to be less than 20 years old? He actually touched the threshold of Taixu Realm and was considered a genius. Lin Zimu thought to himself.

Of course, I am still a little far from myself at the age of fourteen.

But Lin Zimu ignored the crucial point, that is, Ji Qianming only officially started to practice three years ago...

Ji Qianming activated the Void Path Sutra and breathed spiritual energy, allowing the generated spiritual power to circulate in a fixed trajectory in his body, gathering into rivers, gathering into rivers, and gathering into seas. When the spiritual power in his body was gathered into a surging wave by Ji Qianming, he hit it hard on the bottleneck.

Bang!

A crisp sound of breaking came from Ji Qianming's body, and at the same time a mysterious aura spread out from his body, as if it was about to merge with the void and disappear into this world.

Destroy Taixu in one fell swoop!

Lin Zimu widened his eyes, with a deep shock in his eyes.

He... just broke through like this?! The Taixu Realm is already a high level. Anyone who wants to break through must be fully prepared. If he is not careful, he will not only fail, but his cultivation will also regress and he will not be able to survive for life. And even if he can break through, which one can fail to hit the bottleneck dozens or hundreds of times in a row to succeed? Even Lin Zimu, who claims to be a monster, has hit thirty-six times when he breaks through Taixu!
Chapter completed!