spirit walker

Chapter 776
Although it was a teasing of joy in bitterness, the depression in Zhang Yuanqing's heart was real.

Ling Tuosao is constantly operating, people are in the dungeon, and they can still dominate the direction of the real world.

The layout of the evil camp is grass snake gray line, the free covenant has been hidden for a hundred years, and the layout is very wide. It only needs to detonate a pawn to destabilize the lawful camp.

In the confrontation between the New York County camp, the advantages he had worked so hard to accumulate were just child's play in front of demigod-level powerhouses.

There are still 20 days before the killing dungeon, but even if he is promoted to master, in the eyes of demigods, he is still like an ant.

This time, the lawful camp is facing an unprecedented crisis. If it cannot survive safely, lawful will collapse, and there will be no future at all, and he will not even have time to grow.

Fu Qingyang's calm tone came from the speaker:
"Boreas is an experienced demigod. Whether it is knowledge related to the spiritual realm or combat experience, she can match her personality. She chose to merge with Thor. In her opinion, she must be sure and not afraid of the evil camp. The calculation, but still miscalculated."

Zhang Yuanqing was silent for a few seconds, "Boss, what do you mean?"

Fu Qingyang said "hmm": "It means that there is an existence in the evil camp with experience and knowledge far superior to Boreas, that is, the god you mentioned to me. The Covenant of Freedom has endured for a hundred years and secretly planned many things. If it erupts overnight, it will inevitably It's normal to bring about a devastating disaster, don't be too panic, if you survive, you can offset all the opponent's chess pieces."

After hearing this, Zhang Yuanqing realized that the boss was trying to enlighten him.

The evil camp has calculated for a hundred years, and with the help of gods, once they make a move, it will definitely be an earth-shattering event.

This is the background that he has accumulated in the last confrontation between the camps. The lawful camp can only bear with it. If it survives, it will be equivalent to using up the enemy's ultimate move. It is not yet known who will win the battle.

If you can't make it through, you can only accept your fate.

"The lawful camp has been in charge of the world for a century. There are so many demigods, and there are still a lot of cards. Just wait with peace of mind." Fu Qingyang is like a coach sitting on the battlefield, and the landslide does not change his face in front of him:

"When the sky falls, there is a demigod to support it. When the demigod dies, there is a master to support it. One day the master will return to the spiritual realm. When it is your turn, you will die when you die. The worst case is to return to the spiritual realm. That's all.

"If you take life and death lightly, nothing or anyone can disturb your state of mind."

Zhang Yuanqing smiled bitterly: "I just feel unwilling."

Death is not terrible, what is terrible is not making the enemy pay the price.

Fu Qingyang said in a deep voice: "Then cultivate well and welcome the killing dungeon. When you are promoted to master, at least you can enter the game as a pawn."

Zhang Yuanqing hung up the phone, and wanted to go back to the dungeon to continue practicing, but such a big incident happened, how could he still be in the mood to practice, and he couldn't go back to the dungeon with peace of mind if the disaster caused by the two chiefs was not resolved.

So I returned to the living floor and gathered the members who returned from the dead.

"Something has happened!" Zhang Yuanqing took a deep breath and looked at his teammates, "You should have received the notification sound from the spiritual realm, but the details"

Sun Miaomiao: "We already know everything."

Zhao Chenghuang: "Heaven punished the two chiefs for some reason. They went crazy at the headquarters, and their moral values ​​were cleared. Now Huacheng has also encountered a catastrophe."

Zhang Yuanqing looked at them blankly: "How do you know?"

Guan Ya said, "Yuan Ting inquired about it."

Almost forgot that guy's ability to inquire about news is comparable to the rules. Zhang Yuanqing muttered silently, and then said:

"Hwaseong is far away from Xinyue County, and it is unlikely to affect here. However, after this battle, even if Heaven's Punishment does not disintegrate, it will be weakened unprecedentedly. I can't say what will happen in the future. It will not be good in the end. I I suggest you come back."

Guan Ya and the others nodded solemnly.

Zhang Yuanqing habitually wanted to ask them their views on the current situation, but felt that it was unnecessary. It was useless for the saints to talk about a demigod-level disaster, just like office workers discussing the international situation all day long. change their will.

The western suburbs of Hwaseong.

Two figures appeared out of thin air at the Heaven's Punishment headquarters, they were the white-haired marshal and the president wearing the silver mask.

The Heaven Punishment Headquarters, which covers an area of ​​6.8 square meters, has been turned into ruins. The two looked down from a high position, and what they saw were ruined walls, uprooted green forests, pipes spraying water, and billowing thick smoke.

There is no life here, some are dead, some have fled.

Victims dismembered by the wind blade can be seen everywhere, like lumps of mosquitoes slapped to death on the wall, the blood splattered shockingly.

Among these victims, some were extraordinary, some were saints, and some were even more dominant figures, but in the face of demigod-level disasters, there was no difference between them.

Fu Qingxuan looked a little dazed. The Heaven's Punishment Headquarters is the sacred place in the hearts of all lawful walkers. It gathers lawful elites from all over the world. It has two powerful level 11 demigods, a huge financial group support, and the most abundant collection of props. .

Lawful walkers all over the world are proud to join Heaven's Punishment.

Such a powerful organization that has stood for a hundred years has encountered a catastrophe today.

When Fu Qingxuan was young, she also thought about joining Heaven's Punishment and becoming a respected prosecutor. Although as she grew older, she was no longer influenced by her elders and had her own opinions, but the imprint of her childhood still remains. heart.

Seeing the devastated Heaven's Punishment Headquarters at this time, I feel extremely complicated.

"The powerful version of Heaven's Punishment has passed, and the epic level has been weakened." The president sighed, pressed Fu Qingxuan's shoulder, and took her away.

The two immediately came to the urban area of ​​Hwaseong, and what they saw were the same messy ruins. Not long ago, this urban area encountered a terrible hurricane and ball lightning.

Houses collapsed, thick smoke was billowing everywhere, vehicles were blocked on the roads, and people rushed to escape.

Ambulances and fire trucks blaring their horns were stuck in traffic as streets collapsed and fractured, paralyzing traffic.

The water supply system is paralyzed, the power system is paralyzed, and people are dying every minute.

The hurricane's track traversed the urban area and headed for the southern suburbs.

Mr. President opened the inventory, clicked on the wanted task, checked the location where the red light was flashing, and sent Fu Qingxuan again.

This time, they came directly to the "destination" and saw Boreas floating at an altitude of 500 meters. The CEO of God's punishment was naked, with no trace of his beautiful body.

One of her eyes is condensed with lightning and is bright blue, and the other eye is as transparent as glass.

She overlooked the vast land, her eyes and expression were blank, and she murmured: "Who am I, who am I?"

The president and the marshal looked at each other, and the former whispered: "She is indeed crazy."

Fu Qingxuan nodded, and added: "But it's also stronger. The breath on her body makes me feel trembling."

"In theory, she has a level 12 personality." The president said in a deep voice, "The last one who gave me this feeling was Shura."

While speaking, Boreas turned his head abruptly, looked at the two of them, and said sharply, "Who am I? And who are you!"

Empty eyes burst with madness and brutality.

Mr. President pointed like a sword, quickly wrote in the void, wrote a contract full of mysterious spells, chuckled and said:

"Old friend, why do you forget who you are, let me tell you, but we have to make a deal, I answer your questions, you pay me."

Boreas stared at them, the cruelty in his eyes weakened, and asked urgently: "Who am I, tell me quickly!"

The contract in front of the president instantly lit up and then disappeared, as if some rules had been drawn up somewhere.

Mr. President said loudly:
"The deal is done, listen carefully, your name is Boreas! Boreas, I will take your power of Thor as a reward."

After speaking, he stretched out his hand to grab it, and saw countless tree-like lightnings rushing out of Borias, gathered in the hands of the president, and finally condensed into a bright blue dazzling thunderball.

Trading is the most powerful and common ability of the merchant profession.

And this kind of transaction reached by both parties is executed by the demigod-level president, which is like a rule.

"Boreas. Yes, I'm Boreas, I'm Boreas." Boreas' eyes rolled wildly, revealing a smile that seemed to be joyful but actually crazy.

There was a flash of sword light between heaven and earth, and Fu Qingxuan took the opportunity to sneak attack.

She leaned close to the King of the Sky in an instant, pulled out a shining iron sword from the inventory, spewed out a sharp sword aura that distorted the void, and stabbed Boreas' forehead.

Her sword can easily smash demigod-level regular props.

Boreas was still immersed in joy, muttering: "I am Boreas, I am Boreas"

Seeing that the sword light was about to hit, she suddenly raised her hand and grabbed the sword.

A cyan airflow lingers between the fingers.

She looked at Fu Qingxuan, then at the sword in her hand, as if realizing that she was being attacked, madness and murderous intent shot out from her eyes, and she said sharply:
"die!"

boom!There was a loud noise, and the air exploded. Fu Qingxuan's bones were shattered, and she flew upside down like a cannonball.

Fu Qingxuan stood up in embarrassment, her beautiful white hair became frizzy, her clothes were torn and covered with mud, and she spat out a mouthful of blood.

The bone cracked and healed in the blink of an eye.

Mr. President appeared beside her, holding the thunderball in his palm, and said in a serious tone, "It seems like you can't beat it?"

Fu Qingxuan nodded: "Without the power of thunder and lightning, her personality is still at level 12. The fusion was actually successful. The problem is that she didn't destroy the spirit of Thor, so she became insane."

Mr. President thought for a while and said:
"The fusion was successful and the evil faction didn't lie to her. That's right. How could such a trick as 'deception' be hidden from her? What is the reason for the failure? Could it be that there is still a step missing in order to become the leader?"

At this time, there was a shrill howling sound, and large swaths of wind blades descended like a torrential rain.

Mr. President pressed Marshal Baimao's shoulder and took her to teleport away.

As soon as the two of them appeared not far away, another wind blade descended, pouring down like they didn't want money.

The president teleported away again, but as soon as he appeared, the wind blade immediately descended.

They are always under the watchful eye of the Sky King.

After Fu Qingxuan's failed attack just now, the two dared not try to attack again, fearing that they would be naked.

At this time, thick dark clouds floated from the east, and the humidity in the air increased rapidly.

Thunder and lightning flashed in the dark clouds, the wind blew, and a clear dragon chant resounded in all directions.

Boreas' body trembled, and the confusion and madness in her eyes dissipated quickly. She found herself in the baptism of the dragon's chant, and regained consciousness briefly.

The Dragon Yin of the Rain Master is best at breaking the illusion.

At this time, a tall old man with gray hair suddenly appeared on the scene. He seemed to appear out of thin air, which was even weirder and more abrupt than teleportation.

The old man held a jug of wine in his hand, raised his head to pour it into his mouth, and then spit it out in one gulp.

The intoxicating alcohol dissipated like smoke and mist, making Fu Qingxuan and the chairman reeling, their cheeks flushed, as if they had been poured ten catties of Erguotou.

Boreas' eyes were covered with a layer of blur, and he regained his sobriety with difficulty. It quickly dissipated, and madness and chaos once again occupied his mind.

The dark cloud rolled over, creating a suction force that quickly swallowed the alcohol in the air.

"exile!"

Mr. President snapped his fingers and "please" leave the owner of the Dionysus Club.

But in the next second, the old Mai who was carrying the flagon appeared again, and sneered, "Distance is meaningless to me."

As soon as the words fell, the ground beside his feet split open suddenly, and two palms condensed with rocks protruded out, firmly grasping his body.

The crimson flames rose immediately, and a burly man with red hair like fire manifested in the flames. The flames gushed out from his palms and turned into long knives, cutting off Lao Mai's head with one blow.

The head tumbled down, was caught by a hand, and gently pressed against the broken neck.

And Lao Mai, who was held by the rock, has disappeared.

In an age when there are no demigods in the knight profession, alcoholics can bend the rules at will and turn death into life.

A green light floats from the west, curling like green smoke, seemingly slow, but actually fast.

Above the green light, a raging flame streaked across the sky, the water vapor in the air evaporated one after another, and the heat wave rolled.

"Da da da" the sound of horseshoes came from the south, and eight blue horses came quickly, pulling a chariot.

The earth split open, and an old man in a yellow robe with white beard and hair stood on a stone pillar and slowly lifted into the sky.

The demigods of the lawful camp came together.

"Roar!"

The deafening roar attracted the attention of the demigods, and a five-clawed dragon with black scales and green beard swam towards it, exuding a strange aura, and its eyes were like two rubies.

Gu Dragon!A demigod from the Psionic Society arrives.

On the top of Gu Long's head, there are two figures standing, one of them is wearing a cloak and a hood, his face varies from male to female, sometimes old and sometimes young, he is the phantom god of the Southern School.The other was handsome and elegant in a neat suit, with silver earrings, a bit handsome.

Fear the king.

PS: The typo is corrected first and then corrected.

(End of this chapter)