Cultivation from the top

Chapter 93
The man struggled to stand up from the rubble.

He hit his head on splintered building material and is now bleeding profusely.

The line of sight is full of ruins, and there are no complete buildings.

Because of the excessive bleeding, he walked a little wobbly.

Overhearing townspeople who were lucky enough not to die in the gigantic explosion, but instead of thanking a god, were crying over a pile of broken bricks, or struggling to recover from the tons of construction waste that was crushing them struggled out.

The man walked towards the huge fireball step by step, he only had that thing in his eyes, and ignored everything else.

Whether it's the screams of people with broken arms and legs, or the howls of trying to remove the concrete on top of others, or even squatting on the rubble sobbing because they couldn't react after experiencing too much impact. The man ignored the voice.

He was afraid that as long as he looked back and stopped to take a look, he would lose the courage to continue to face this monster that surpassed his own strength.

Wiping the blood from his eyes, the man inserted his hand into the pocket of his clothes again, touched the small ball of paper inside, and held it tightly in his hand.

Then, stand in front of the giant fireball again.

The man has no way out.

Without knowing when his teammates would be able to reach it, he wanted to stop the fireball from advancing, so he intentionally irritated the light blue flame that drove the fireball, but he didn't expect the opponent to directly use such a powerful spell to razed the area to the ground. It was too unexpected.

There is no point in running away now, the body's spiritual power is running low, and the body has also suffered serious damage, probably because the internal organs have been irreparably damaged by the impact just now.If he wanted to survive, he probably had no choice but to beg the god who had never appeared in front of him.

Moreover, as the blood on the man's head gradually stopped flowing, the man's brain was also dizzy for a while, and he finally stabilized his posture, but spit out a large pool of blood from his mouth.

Even in the viscous liquid, there were still some pieces of meat.

It is not easy to survive the impact of spells and natural gas explosions head-on, and after walking at least 50 meters, the man's body has finally reached its limit.

Not surprisingly, the man's life will end within 2 minutes.

The man also obviously knew that his body would not last for a few minutes, so he shouted loudly.

"I'm the No.19 graduate of the Oriental Department! I'm currently working in the Eastern Special Forces Cultivation Division! My name is Liu Dazhuang!"

Liu Dazhuang took his hand out of his pocket and threw a small ball of paper at the fireball.

"Spell: Freezing Curse!"

After the final spell absorbs the aura, rush to the fireball.

More than a dozen small paper balls formed multiple ice cones in the air, piercing towards the fireball.

However, because Liu Dazhuang's body had lost the ability to gather spiritual energy, the ice pick was only [-] centimeters long at the end, and before it pierced the fireball, it was melted by the high temperature, fell to the ground, turned into a puddle of water, and evaporated .

After Liu Dazhuang saw that his attack was ineffective, he just said a word softly and fell to the ground.

"I see……"

Liu Dazhuang, a member of the Cultivation Division of the Special Forces, died.

Although the power of the Tongtianhuo spear is indeed huge, and it happened to smash open the underground gas pipeline, forming a bigger explosion with the natural gas erupting from it, but it does not mean that there is no loss on the side of the light blue flame.

In fact, when Liu Dazhuang was talking to himself, the light blue flame fell into a short dormancy because most of its aura was drained, unable to drive the fireball to attack or retreat further.

If Liu Dazhuang still retains some strength, he can take advantage of the few minutes when the light blue flame is dormant, and directly pierce it with the ice pick.

In this way, Liu Dazhuang will not end up using excessive spells, which directly ruptures all his internal organs, leading to the ending of death.

Just 2 minutes after Liu Dazhuang fell, a huge crimson fireball started to move.

The light blue flame controlling the fireball was just a little surprised by this scene, but when he saw the burning gas under the fireball, he understood what was going on.

Although I was very puzzled to see the jumping beam clown who fell on the ground.

However, the light blue flame didn't care about why the jumping clown fell to the ground. It just drove the fireball, stretched out a long flame whip, rolled up the corpse, threw it into the fireball's open mouth, and burned the body directly. The spiritual power transformed into the flame's own spiritual energy, replenishing the loss of the battle just now.

Seeing less than ten mortals crying, the light blue flame was very annoyed.

The long whip that hadn't dissipated was thrown directly at the pile of debris, and the poor mortal evaporated together with the surrounding construction waste in an instant.

Without even feeling the pain, it turned into a pile of steam and disappeared into the air.

After finishing these things, Flame was very satisfied.

Maintaining the shape of the fireball for a long time consumes too much spiritual power, and the previous magic circle effect has disappeared, and the flame can feel obvious fatigue.

As a result, the huge fireball quickly dissipated.

The light blue flame as the core also changed into a thin old man, standing in the street.

The old man shook his tense shoulders and walked towards the corner where the buffalo disappeared.

Before taking five steps, a voice stopped the old man.

"Old monster, stop!"

After hearing this voice, the old man turned his head and saw four people dressed similarly to Liu Dazhuang, three men and one woman, standing not far away to warn the old man.

"Young man, you have to pay attention to your words and deeds."

The old man didn't pay attention to these people who appeared suddenly, instead he warned them.

"elder brother!"

The only woman among the four saw the old man's clothes, which were Liu Dazhuang's clothes. She was about to run towards the old man, but was stopped by the people beside her.

"He's not your brother. Liu Dazhuang has probably died. Look at the blood on the ground and the degree of damage to his clothes. He's not Liu Dazhuang."

The man who looked like the captain explained to the woman, and clearly pointed out the identity of the old man.

"If I'm not mistaken, your Excellency is the chief culprit of this tragedy in the world."

"The young man observed carefully. The deity allows you to say your name!"

The old man turned his body around with great interest, arrogantly provoking.

After the man handed over the crying woman covering her mouth to his teammate, he gave another teammate a look.

"My name is Jun Zizai! What kind of expert are you?"

After the gentleman reported his family name, he asked the old man about his background.

"This deity is of Emperor Yan's bloodline! His name is Supreme Lord Yanhuo!"

(End of this chapter)