"Junior brother, you have to live."

However, Master Tim did not know that it was not his military salute that saved him, but a clear voice that suddenly sounded in Zhao Yinshun's mind, stopping him from killing.

Glancing at the cannon beside him with complex magic patterns engraved on it, the boy in white turned his claws into palms and gently patted the old man's Tianling Cap.

"You are lucky. Her Royal Highness the Imperial Princess has decided to give you a chance to live."

After saying that, the young man slowly raised his head and looked at the sky. At the mysterious spiritual level, the ferocious Sirius had been dismembered by the divine sword and completely melted into the black flames.

As if it had obtained a huge amount of fuel, the blazing black flames nearly doubled in size, and the erratic black flames were like clouds hanging from the sky, shrouding the entire battlefield under his terrifying oppression.

In addition, there is a huge, indescribable and wonderful energy deposited inside the black flame, waiting for him to digest and devour...

Wu An's strength has recovered a little bit...

Nodding with satisfaction, Zhao Yinshun thought, and the terrifying mental vision quietly converged along with his will. The black flames in the sky instantly collapsed and completely disappeared into the divine sword.

On the sword, an abstract black dragon-shaped pattern is looming, squirming slightly like a living creature.

After sorting out the spiritual harvest, the boy in white looked around. There were stumps and broken arms everywhere. The smell of burnt protein and blood filled every inch of space, and spread in all directions with the cold wind.

Alas...if people don't do something, they won't die. Why don't they understand?

The slender five fingers were held in the air, as if they were grasping something, and they were spiraling and shrinking bit by bit.

In [High-Dimensional Vision], following Zhao Yinshun's movements, endless clouds of particles rose into the sky, converged and collapsed like a whirlpool, and condensed into a round, clear and beautiful crystal in the palm of his hand.

【Deprivation of Destiny】!

deprive creation

【God】+251

【Min】+233

【Power】+301

【Fine】+247

【Qi】+208

【Body】+299

【Root Bone】+5

【Comprehension】+1

【Qualification】+1

The soul and flesh trembled, the muscles spasmed, the magnificent power poured into the eyebrows from the void, the soul and flesh and blood grew and strengthened crazily, and the roaring energy made every cell of Zhao Yinshun emit a divine brilliance invisible to the naked eye!

Slowly clenching his fist, the young man felt the infinitely rising power, and the corners of his mouth could not be restrained from rising slowly.

On the high platform several miles away, looking at the young man in white in Yuan Ting Yue Zhi, Master Tokusatsu Mizuo and his disciples looked at each other with solemn expressions.

"Master, do you feel it?"

"It's very similar, but the main aura is the power of the White Tiger Wild God, so I'm not sure."

Sangbo Zanqi frowned in confusion and kept thinking about the roar of dragons and elephants just now.

"It doesn't make sense. [Dragon Elephant Prajna Kung Fu] is taught under harsh conditions. Apart from the guru's initiation, there is no writing at all. How could he find a way to learn it secretly?"

Listening to his master's murmur, an absurd guess flashed through Deson Mizuo's mind, and his eyebrows and feet twitched unnaturally twice.

"Is there a possibility... In the last battle, he analyzed and deduced part of the power he showed through me..."

"!??"

Sangbo Zanqi's brows jumped, he covered his mouth in confusion, and finally sneered and shook his head with laughter.

"How is it possible? If you can reverse the technique just by showing strength, then there will be no secrets in this world."

After hearing the master's explanation, Tokusatsu Mizo put down his ridiculous conjectures and let out a long sigh of relief.

If you can secretly learn the enemy's secret techniques from battles, then Lord Wu'an will not be feared, but despairing.

On the other side, before Master Tim's scalp could relax, Zhao Yinshun grabbed his neck with one hand, lifted the several-ton magic pattern cannon with the other hand, and floated into the distance like a swift.

The howling wind made it difficult to keep his eyes open. When Tim came back to his senses, he found that he was already on a warm and gorgeous semi-open platform, surrounded by a group of brightly-dressed and luxurious people staring at him with strange eyes.

Boom~

Letting go of Tim and placing the heavy magic pattern cannon on the ground, Zhao Yinshun smiled and cupped his fists at Li Min.

"Senior sister, fortunately you have lived up to your fate."

"Um."

With her slender hands, she combed the young man's messy hair and smoothed the wrinkles on the [Snow Dragon Suit]. After making sure that there were no scars on his body, Li Min showed a satisfied smile.

"I obeyed this time and was not injured."

"…………"

After hearing such outrageous remarks, everyone present was filled with dark thoughts.

What does it mean to be obedient and not hurt?

He is going to fight!

He has been through a war!

He slaughtered 1,400 people by himself!

Not for an outing to enjoy the flowers!

"Don't worry, you won't be hurt in the future."

After the skill enters the level of mythology, it involves mysterious and mysterious concepts and laws. It requires more stimulation and oppression from the soul to the body in a desperate situation to experience the wonderful transformation of wandering between life and death.

Simple physical injury stimulation has little benefit to Zhao Yinshun, so naturally he will not deliberately get beaten again.

However, after hearing the outrageous conversation between the two senior brothers, the expressions of others began to gradually become distorted.

Are we really on the same channel?

Why does it feel like what you two are discussing is different from what we know?

Regardless of [Martial Arts] or [Army], they are both paths full of blood and killing.

Along the way there will be not only the blood of the enemy, but also your own blood!

If the earthen pot is not broken outside the well, the general will inevitably die in battle!

Keeping winning is enough to shock the world. What do you mean by just doing it without getting hurt?

Are you saying that you want to give up martial arts and embrace literature?!

But just when everyone was gradually turning into old people on the subway, the cold and frosty eldest princess showed a gentle smile and patted Zhao Yinshun's head lovingly.

"good."

"…………"

This time, Zhao Yinshun felt uncomfortable. He unnaturally avoided the "head-touching" from his senior sister and complained angrily.

"Why do you look more and more like Master?"

However, Li Min ignored his little resentment and turned to look at the confused old man Tim.

"Did you make this firearm?"

Hearing this, everyone perked up and looked at the tall, blond and blue-eyed old man.

Although the sequence was as high as level 6, his combat power was extremely weak. Under the hot gaze of everyone, Tim felt as if he was surrounded by countless hungry wolves and couldn't help but tremble.

"Reply... Sir, this is not my work alone, but the crystallization of the wisdom of the entire divine religion."

"What's the meaning?"

Li Min frowned slightly, his eyes wandering between the magic pattern cannon and the old man.

"Well, its production involves a whole complex system, and I cannot complete it alone. My main job is to conduct improvement experiments on the cannon body and the magic patterns on the shells."

When he mentioned his areas of expertise, the old man finally calmed down and tried to explain in broken Damin Mandarin.

After hearing the cost of this cannon, the long and complicated pre-war preparations, and the harsh conditions for use, most people quickly lost interest in it and classified this weapon as a flashy gimmick.

After all, if you are so powerful, why didn't Mr. Wu An even hurt a hair?

"What denomination do you believe in?"

After listening to Tim's explanation, Li Min asked noncommittally.

"Reporting to Your Royal Highness the Princess, we believe in the great sage God of Machinery!"

At this time, Tim already knew the identity of the majestic and unbelievably beautiful woman in front of him, and a sense of expectation surged in his heart.

Since she doesn't kill me, it means she recognizes my value, and maybe... I can develop her into a [sponsor]!

This is the eldest princess of the Damin Empire!

Not those poor Qiangzhou herdsmen!
To be continued...