Global Simulation Age

It finally wakes up!

It turns out... the ancestors used 10 or 20 years of practice to learn the lesson, which is a supreme truth.

When I met Xia Yuyu's genius, I really wanted to run!

The Holy Lord understood why the ancestors repeatedly emphasized it in the ancient books.

run!

must run!

The Holy Master gritted his teeth, and he didn't care about his self-esteem, let alone the burning vitality, and just retreated crazily.

In an instant.

It swept away several kilometers.

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Go on a big run?

More cowardly than the White Tiger King?

A bit of surprise flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes.

immediately.

His eyes were filled with indifference.

"Run in front of me, you will die faster..."

The voice fell.

Thunder's wings fluttered.

Like an eagle preying on prey at high speed, Lin Qiye rushed towards the fleeing Holy Lord.

have to say.

The Holy Master has his own set of tricks for escaping, its escaping speed and route are quite tricky.

Without angel wings.

Lin Qiye might really not be able to catch up with the Holy Lord who was running away.

But with Angel Wings, it's completely different.

Lin Qiye sprinted swiftly, with afterimages flickering behind him.

The speed was so fast that even Jindan powerhouses were dazzled.

Just for a moment.

Lin Qiye came behind the Holy Master.

The long saber of the thundering dragon hovered and slashed at the head of the Holy Master.

"laugh--"

Fast to the extreme knife.

In a flash.

The light of the knife sank into the back of the Holy Master's neck and disappeared quickly.

Subsequently.

The Holy Lord's head flew high.

The world revolves in the eyes, and the darkness eats away at them.

It turned out that the head was chopped off like this.

The face of the disc tiger of the Holy Master is full of fear, remorse, unwillingness, and nostalgia for being alive...

"Holy Master... just died like this?"...

The general and the Tiger Kings couldn't help opening their mouths wide when they saw that the Holy Lord had turned into a flying man.

next moment.

They run away!

but.

Ji Qinghuan Shi Shiran stopped them.

The flame dragon hovered in the sky, silently looking down at the few people.

"Everyone, where do you want to go?"

The oriole-like voice was particularly pleasant, but it contained the ultimate killing intent and coldness.

The tiger kings' scalps were numb, and their faces changed for a while.

"This woman is as terrifying as the Holy Master! Even stronger than the Holy Master!"

"There's no time to delay! Rush! Rush over! If you don't, you'll all die!"

The tiger kings dared not waste time, burned their lives in a hurry, and faced Ji Qinghuan bravely.

pity……

They didn't resist for long.

Lin Qiye suddenly dropped into the air, and joined forces with Ji Qinghuan to kill a group of strong men.

The beheading is over.

Lin Qiye reached out and pulled out a spear from the battlefield.

Provoked the tiger head of the Holy Lord.

Hanging high above the battlefield, the majestic voice spread throughout the battlefield.

"The Holy Lord is dead!"

"Surrender!"

Hearing that the king beheaded and killed the enemy's Holy Lord, the morale of the human golden core powerhouse skyrocketed!Attack more violently!

And the strong men of the Shenhu clan glanced at it from the corner of their eyes, and their hearts trembled suddenly.

"Hiss—the Holy Master fell so quickly?!"

"Even the Holy Master can't escape death, let alone us?"

"We must die on the battlefield! This is a genocide! There must be a genocide!

There is no way!Go all out!Give the family members and comrades in the rear a chance to escape! "

"Left and right are dead, it's better to replace one before dying!"

"God Tiger Clan! Kill!"

The elites of the Tiger Clan are in a desperate situation.

They are terrified and desperate.But after the despair, but with the belief that he must die, he became a mourner.

then.

140 million mourners, and 100 million mourners, were strangled together.

Explosions occurred one after another on the battlefield, and it was astonishing that some powerful members of the Tiger Clan blew themselves up in despair.

Pieces of minced meat and stumps were thrown flying.

After a while, blood flowed into rivers near the battlefield.

Mutilated corpses, ups and downs in the river of blood.

The blood was transpiring, forming blood clouds covering the sky and the sun in the sky.

Even the sun is hiding, not daring to cast sunlight.

The entire battlefield was like a meat grinder, and Jindan experts were crushed one after another and turned into corpses.

No one can stay sane!

At the beginning, some people may feel panic, fear, fear, and want to run away.

But at the end of the fight, the hostility in his heart soared infinitely, and he was completely turned into a killing machine.

Even Ji Qinghuan and Lin Qiye were on the battlefield, their eyes were red.

The fight lasted for three days and three nights...

The battlefield with a radius of 30 miles was sunk by [-] meters, and blood accumulated into a lake inside the battlefield.

Corpses were floating in the lake of blood.

After three days and three nights.

sunset.

The setting sun is like blood.

The war is over.

The powerhouses of the God Tiger Clan are all dead!

As for the million Golden Core monks of the human race, only [-] of them died.

but! …

The war is won by them!

The dead soldiers were quite excited, the joy of victory spread in their hearts, and their numb mentality was like the new shoots of dead trees in spring.

"Master, Chief Ji, we... won! We won!"

"We won! Hahahaha!"

The dead soldiers twitched the corners of their mouths and let out a heroic laugh.

Lin Qiye nodded slightly.

"Yes, we won!"

"The luck of the barbarians is over! Great Xia is like the sky! From now on, we, Great Xia, are the masters of this place! We have opened up a vast territory for future generations!"

Lin Qiye's sonorous voice fell on the ears of every dead soldier.

They were deeply touched and moved to tears.

"The luck of the barbarians is over! Great summer is like the sky!"

"The luck of the barbarians is over! Great summer is like the sky!"

"The luck of the barbarians is over! Great summer is like the sky!"

"we won!"

"Long live the lord!"

The dead soldiers roared to the sky, venting their joy.

at the same time.

The blood lake turned up several feet of waves, and it seemed that the compatriots who died in the battle were also joining in the celebration.

Lin Qiye silently looked at the surviving dead soldiers.

"Rest for a while, and then pack up the corpses of our comrades-in-arms, and we will triumph!"

Hearing Lin Qiye's words.

The surviving dead fell silent.

next moment.

They were still laughing wildly, weeping bitterly, and the tears flowed down their bloody faces, washing out a shocking tear trail.

"We won! But...our comrades..."

"Our comrades-in-arms! Our comrades-in-arms!"

Five thousand dead men looked up to the sky and mourned, as if their hearts had been torn into pieces.