A shooting star.

A red meteor.

A red meteor with a diameter of dozens of miles... bumped towards the Kshatriya Legion!

The meteor flew closer and closer, and it became bigger and bigger. From a little bit of imperceptible red starlight breaking through the dark clouds and coming into everyone's eyes, it finally became a metal star that occupied the entire field of vision, just a few breaths.

At this time, the Kshatriya Legion on the ground realized that the red color was a flame formed by the friction between the stars and the air, and its body was a large black iron ball with bumpy potholes.

"Hurry, run away!"

However, at this moment, except for the five Ming kings and the Garuda clan with flying mounts, the Kshatriya Legion on the ground could not escape.

The impact point of the main body of the Shui Yao Xingra is the center of the five Kshatriya legions!

In the moment of impact...

There is no sound, because the sound is too loud and deafensive to God and man’s ears!

There is no light, because the brightness is too strong and blinds the eyes of God and man!

There was no struggle because death came quickly and passionately, which made the more than 100,000 Kshatriya warriors of the Central Army under King Airan Ming could not even sigh!

Next were the four major legions on the edge of the queue. The shock wave formed by the impact spread wildly into all directions, devouring the lives of the remaining Kshatriya without any mercy.

However, this impact did not fall straight from the sky to the ground, but from north to south, at a forty-five degrees.

Therefore, most of the shock waves faced the southern Sinian continent, and the thousand-year-old trees in southern Xinjiang were uprooted. Stones and dust were thrown to the south along with a large amount of human bodies.

"Boom boom boom boom boom boom..."

Because the shock wave speed is faster than the speed of sound, it was not until the smoke that covered the sky and the sun rushed over. A huge roar came.

The dust raised high even reached the nine heavens thousands of feet high. The shock wave suddenly swept the dark clouds in the sky. Then the high temperature contained in the shock wave turned the ice crystals contained in the clouds into water vapor. These water vapor combined with the dust to condense into water droplets. These water droplets that were heavier than the air naturally fell to the ground.

The surrounding areas of southern Xinjiang suddenly rained heavily, and all kinds of debris fell on the ground.

The Brahmin Divine Army and the five Kshatriya Legions were all destroyed!

The other end of light, the abyss of time.

There is an indescribable existence in some gap in the multiverse.

He has no shape. It should be said that he is changing every moment.

He has no color, it should be said to show any color.

He has no size, it should be said

It is indescribable and indescribable, and this is the most accurate description of this existence.

In this space, countless silk threads are connected to Him, and this existence is like a spider, staying in the center of the web.

Suddenly, a silk thread lit up from the other end connecting the dark space, and countless spots of light entered the body of the indescribable object along the silk thread.

If you observe the light balls carefully, you can see that there are human faces on them. This is the soul and the food for indescribable things.

Well, it is rare that hundreds of thousands of souls are sacrificed to yourself at one time.

He couldn't help but feel excited. He carefully savored the taste of these souls, which was quite good, and most of them were determined warrior souls.

Someone can give him so many souls at once, and this indescribable existence also felt a little curious and sent his thoughts along the thread...

Fun world, funny little guy. Fun Liberator Legion.

The transaction I made back then was really good. The worlds that these liberators went to could indeed set off a red craze and bring high-quality souls to themselves. Even such a child who was just a reserve member could send hundreds of thousands of souls at one time when he was so weak.

The Liberator is indeed worthy of attention, and what the Liberator does is really...well, it's quite fun.

Other ordinary things that summon themselves are just for themselves. They want beauty, life, wealth, and strength... It's so boring!

The souls they give are either mediocre and tasteless, or they are so ugly that they want to vomit when they smell it.

However, the liberators sacrificed their lives for the happy life of others, so their souls are noble and gorgeous and...delicious.

It is indeed right to pay attention to the world they travel through time. It is a touching life. Sometimes even I myself seem to be one of them...

Wait, when did I have such a ridiculous idea?

Forget it, don't think about this matter anymore.

This little guy named Li Zisheng deserves my attention!

The young man who had no idea that he had been noticed by indescribable things was staying in the air, looking at the southern border with heavy rain and sea of ​​fire, and breathed a long sigh.

He teleported from it before the Xingcha hit the ground. With such a violent impact, even the Xingcha Yuanling could not guarantee whether the inside of the spacecraft would be damaged. Of course, it is unknown whether the only passenger, Li Zisheng, could survive.

The boy was wearing a tight red robe at this time. The clothes were neither silk nor brocade nor satin, and there were five-pointed star dark patterns on them, which looked extremely luxurious. There was also a small black vest on the outside of the robe. Behind the vest was a pair of slender black wings. This was a flying magic weapon given to him by Tie Wanshan, Yan Gaofei.

There was an ancient jade belt around his waist, with a black magic sword inserted on one side, named Mo Zhuyan, and a gorgeous but a bit strange long sword hanging on the other side, which was naturally a gun blade made by Hu Kaishan himself.

Without a crown, his hair was still tied into a ponytail, and was pinned by a bright yellow torch-shaped jade pendant, and under his feet were a pair of bronze metal boots.

His clothes and hair were blown by the strong wind in the air, and he was about to break through the air. This outfit made Li Zisheng look heroic and disappointing.

This was the inspiration he got from Xingcha Yuanling, and turned the parts of his five-star torch flag into a complete set of robe accessories. Such clothes are naturally not afraid of high temperatures and winds.

Li Zisheng looked at the wonders in southern Xinjiang silently. The boy who had just relaxed suddenly felt a strong sense of hunger and fatigue. His eyes were dazzled and he almost couldn't control his flying magic weapon.

Only then did he remember that he had never eaten a drop of water or a grain of rice after breakfast, and that day he collapsed tightly. Now that he was relaxed, he was still exhausted.

The boy squeezed out the last little true energy and controlled Yan Gaofei to land slowly on the ground.

He wanted to look up and identify the direction, but when he looked up, he saw that the originally gloomy night sky had been blown away by the strong wind. The dark clouds were blown away by the strong wind. In the middle of the sky was a round moon, and the fifteenth day of August was about to arrive.

The boy stood and admired the bright moon in the sky for a while. He used this time to adjust his breath and confirm the direction. He turned around and walked towards a gloomy forest in the north.

Li Zisheng doesn’t need a torch, because he is a torch, which will eventually illuminate the torches of nine continents!

This is exactly:

The vast army is scattered in the middle of the continent,

The glorious star destroys the Brahma God.

The sound of guns is loud,

Magic array locks the southern border.

Where do gods know?

There is a place of freedom.

Bring the wine to the top,

The red tide is rising!

Send to "Bodhisattva Man"

Volume 2 "Holding the Flag to drive away the Demons and Holding the Stars to the Cloud Platform" ends

To know what happens next, please see the third volume of "Hundred Exercises and Fighting Mechas Ten Thousand Immortals Looking at Penglai"

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