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Chapter 127 Great Demon Realm, He Luoyu

"A Memory: Waves and Flames"

"Introduction: The waves ebb and flow, but the anger in his eyes is stronger than the waves. It records what a child saw when he was young."

As the mist dissipated, the rich spiritual power of water spread over the surface. Su Yang stood on the branch of a big tree, looking at the dirty water stretching to the distance below, with a heavy expression on his face.

flood...

A disaster that cannot be concealed by countless touching stories in the storm has a special meaning for him.

As a native of Qiongdao in his previous life, no one knew how terrible the flood was.

The development history of Qiongdao is closely related to frequent typhoons and rainstorms, which left deep marks on him during his growing years.

Maybe from the perspective of younger 10-year-olds, typhoons and heavy rains mean that you don’t have to go to school, you don’t have to do homework, you can stay at home, watch TV lazily on the sofa, or hide in the bed with the strong wind and Fall asleep in heavy rain.

But earlier, the heavy rain represented that my father needed to put on a life jacket and rain boots to go to every corner of the city for evacuation, it represented the number of accidental deaths caused by the heavy rain that my father mentioned when he came home, and it represented that after the rain, you can’t even go home. It's a luxury to eat a few mouthfuls of food...

A series of deaths gradually decreased over time, and this is how the citizens complain about the stagnant water in a certain area of ​​the city, and the scene where the landlord lazily drains the stagnant water in the underground parking lot. Latecomers ridicule the heavy rain as "entertainment" in disguise.

But obviously, this does not include the scene I saw in front of my eyes.

This was a more exaggerated scene than any flood he had ever seen in his previous life. Even the inland torrential rain he saw not long before his rebirth was three points inferior to the scene in front of him.

There are also prerequisites for urban flooding. Covering a large number of cement floor tiles will seriously affect the penetration of rainwater. If it occurs in a low-lying inland city, it is equivalent to someone continuously pouring water into the swimming pool.

The result, of course, was rising water levels and the flooding of cities.

But what appeared before Su Yang's eyes was a scene that he could never have imagined in the past. It was a plain, and there were not many traces of undulating mountains as far as the eye could see.

It's not a reinforced concrete urban bathtub, but a relatively backward rural area where the groves are uneven and the four or five-story buildings are already considered high-rises.

The building that looked full of age has already been submerged for a small part of the flood. This kind of scene not only happened in scattered villages, but also happened in any corner of his line of sight.

It was as if a vast ocean appeared on the plain, and the flowing water carried a large amount of sand and rushed to the distance.

The dim hope imprinted on this peaceful scene—only the canopy of the trees and a dozen taller buildings remained. This scene once made him think that he was in the middle of a huge lake.

He looked up at the two shivering men and women hugging the tree trunk, as if they were about to be blown under the tree by the strong wind at any moment.

The man looks very elegant and easy-going, his neat big back was wet by the rain, and he was wearing round-rimmed glasses looking at the dirty flood with fear. It is about to be extinguished in general.

The woman had a big belly, with indescribable fatigue on her face, looking at the submerged land, her eyes were full of despair.

Su Yang frowned. Although the flood is terrible, there are still many ways for monks to go against the tide. Why are the two of them looking gray now, as if they are ready to die at any time?
The man tried his best to clean his lenses. Perhaps the torrential rain took away his temperature. His upper body was shaking non-stop: "Sister Lan, we are in danger."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Yang heard a whistling in the air.

In the torrential rain, several fighter jets roared past the sky, and the terrifying sonic boom tore through the rain curtain. He could even see the airflow around the seven fighter jets arranged in the shape of a "V" washing the heavy rain around the queue into one piece. White mist, rushing to the distance.

Not long after, there was a deafening roar in the distance, and a small mushroom cloud rose slowly on the water, but before the mushroom cloud dissipated, the second, third, fourth...

The continuous bombing sound made Su Yang think that someone was setting off fireworks next to his ear, which made his eardrum hurt.

After the fighter plane flew to the battlefield, it disappeared without a trace. Not long after the sound of continuous explosions stopped, Su Yang saw dozens of "meteors" whistling past with a long exhaust trailing on the water that could not be seen clearly in the distance. exploded.

Under the influence of waves of shock waves, the "lake surface" below Su Yang was also affected. Waves of waves came from afar with a lot of broken wood and soil towards Su Yang and the others.

Fortunately, the distance is too far, this wave seems to have no deterrent effect, it doesn't look so conspicuous.

The young man standing on the tree trunk next to him took off his coat and put it on the shivering pregnant woman. He said with a sad expression:

"Sister Lan, I'm sorry, He Luoyu came prepared this time."

The good-looking but disastrous "Sister Lan" looked at the "Wang Yang Hai" below, and said in a low tone:

"The military is still intercepting. We also have to believe in their strength. If the firepower reaches a certain level, even the big demon can't hold it back."

"No chance." Lan Mei murmured, "No chance, Kanyu Shaojian was killed, and a fatal loophole appeared in the earth vein talisman, this is not a temptation, this is a premeditated attack.

When He Luoyu's big demon waters spread here, we have already lost the ability to fight back. Unless some of the seniors who are out can come back, otherwise He Luoyu's big monster will only continue to promote its strength. . "

Su Yang shook his body, looking at the water area under his feet, a trace of astonishment flashed in his eyes.

This is the "big demon domain"?That big monster domain called "low-level life eraser" and "group destruction engine" in the mouth of the white predecessors?
He had no idea about the big monster before, and there were very few descriptions of the big monster in various classics, so he once asked Senior White a question, what does the big monster mean.

After thinking for a while, Senior White gave him the answer: "In fact, compared with some spirit beasts with unique bloodlines, even if they haven't reached the stage of big monsters, their various abilities are not weaker than big monsters at all. .

But the reason why big monsters are big monsters is because they spit out the word "big". At their stage, the special spiritual power seeped from their bodies is enough to transform an area. This area is like the spread of big monster's hands and feet. Can be manipulated by the big monster.

For low-level monks and ordinary people, even if they are not directly enemies with the big monster, once the big monster comes out, you will be the pencil words erased by the eraser, and the small soldiers who will be leveled out without any numbers. significance.

This thing... is also the same for the monster race. You can understand that the rule of the big monster over the same group of monsters stems from the indiscriminate killing ability of the big monster domain against low-level monsters. "

When Senior White and Su Yang said this, they kept staring at him, as if they were telling him that he was one of the monks who would be wiped out by the Great Demon Realm.

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