The Path Toward Heaven

Those lines are not really invisible, but extremely thin, just like the mosquitoes in the Demon Suppressing Prison, if Jing Jiu didn't use his sword eyes to look carefully, it would be difficult to detect.

These lines are not active means of attack, and naturally there is no killing intent or hostility, just waiting for the target to hit him.

Just like many years ago, when he killed the snow country monster in the snow field.

The question is why the thread is so thin, so thin that it is so sharp that even his skin tingles slightly?

Another question is, this kind of thread is so sharp, how is the thread end fixed?

He is a swordsman, so he naturally understands that thinner things are sharper, but the problem is that thinner things are also more fragile, unless the inner connection of such things is very strong.

Countless information flowed through his consciousness like flowing water.

There are related physics papers, a famous novel, and the gray sky curtain in the deepest part of the sacrificial hall.

He looked into the depths of the night, sensed dozens of extremely weak breath fluctuations, and finally made a judgment.

The threads are the same material as the gray curtain—ultrafine particle material.

Ultrafine particle material refers to the material composed of ultrafine particles as the basic unit, which will show different physical characteristics with different shapes.

The material is often used in space stations, military mechs, and space elevators.

This material has been developed to the extreme, so it can naturally be used to kill people, and it will have a certain classical beauty.

Someone surrounded the sacrificial hall with wires made of ultrafine particle materials.

But just like what Ran Handong said, as long as you don't leave the sacrificial hall, you are safe. Why did the other party know that Jing Jiu would definitely choose to leave?

His own behavior style was guessed, and instead of being surprised, he was somewhat satisfied.

After waiting for the battleship on the university lawn for so many days, I didn't wait for the battleship, but I finally waited for that person.

But now is not the time to think about these issues, let's leave first.

He has many ways to break these invisible lines, such as turning into a sword light and escaping into the ground.

But maybe because he saw something sharp and wanted to compare it with the opponent, or for some other reason, he chose the simplest and most direct method.

He raised his right hand and slashed towards the seemingly empty night sky.

Clap clap! It was as if the strings of the harp in the concert hall were cut at the same time, and the sound of countless strings snapping appeared in the night sky.

Immediately afterwards, there was an extremely weak whistling sound, whimpering like a devil crying.

In the chirping sound, something floated up, and several extremely small and deep holes appeared on the ground.

At this moment, nothing could stop him, he took a step forward, and the rips in his trousers and clothes became even bigger.

He likes this blue sportswear the most, and his eyes become a little cold.

Zhong Lizi couldn't see his eyes, but he could feel his emotional changes, so he quickly comforted him: I'll buy you a new one later.

The particle lines of those ultra-fine particles are very accurately set outside the stone steps, and do not enter the absolute defense range of the sacrificial hall.

He walked down the stone steps with Zhong Lizi, it was as if he had come outside the sacrificial hall before he would be greeted by the enemy's attack.

Naturally, the attack that the opponent had prepared for a long time couldn't be just those dozens of thin threads.

This kind of thing that is taken away by a wave only exists in the game, and rarely happens in reality.

Pa pa pa pa pa, a dozen boring and monotonous impact sounds came from very far away in the depths of the night. The sound was not loud, but it was very clear in the quiet night.

But before those impact sounds came, the sharper whistling sound and real bullets had already arrived in front of the two of them.

Bullets poured down like a rainstorm towards the front of the stone steps.

boom! boom! boom!

Dozens of gorgeous fireballs were born in the night sky.

None of the bullets rained down on Jing Jiu's body.

Even the five meters in front of him couldn't get in.

An invisible semicircular barrier covered him and Zhong Lizi, blocking those bullets.

When those bullets fell on the barrier, they turned into balls of fire, and then fell powerlessly, like waves hitting the reef.

Jing Jiu looked at the bursting bullets and confirmed that they were caseless bullets filled with non-standard chemical agents, so the attackers should have nothing to do with the military.

At this time, he could still analyze the attacker's identity in a leisurely manner, because he knew there was no danger, but Zhong Lizi didn't.

Hearing the thunderous roar and looking at the night sky surrounded by bullets, she turned pale with fright, but she didn't dare to reach out to grab Jing Jiu's hand, so she grabbed his clothes and curled up behind his back, looking very pitiful.

Jing Jiu sensed movement behind him and said, Let's go.

The front of the sacrificial hall was illuminated by countless bullets, and two figures loomed in between, walking slowly forward.

Especially the boy who walked in the front, his footsteps were so steady, as if he hadn't been affected in any way.

Jiang Yuxia and a dozen or so bishops stood above the stone steps, watching this miraculous scene, speechless in shock.

Of course, this kind of scene can't last for too long, Jing Jiu doesn't like being beaten and not fighting back.

As the bullets rained down, he began to observe and calculate the positions of the gunmen.

A sword intent left the body, and under the cover of the bullet fire, it quietly went to the distance.

He ignored these gunmen, let go of his sword sense and began to search, and his sight finally fell on a place far away.

That place is already deep in the grassland, seventy-seven kilometers away from the sacrificial hall, and there is a lonely big tree.

There is a very advanced aircraft nearby, with several heavy weapons hanging on it, it has been activated and can fly away at any time.

Mr. Xia sat leaning against the tree, his eyes already opened.

The Patriarch of the Mo family walked under the aircraft, the light armor on his body shimmering.

There was a clear and steady breath from the aircraft, and it was unknown who it was.

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Today, the mission of the sacrificial hall is carried out by the elite troops of the Mo family's private army.

The Mo family is responsible for most of the external interstellar transportation business of the Stargate base. To earn money in the vast and dangerous space, they naturally maintain extremely fierce armed forces.

The weakest of those elite soldiers are masters of the gold realm, and the firearms and equipment they use are also very sophisticated.

The soldiers in charge of the observation found that Jing Jiu had actually broken through the blockade of the ultrafine particle material line. Shocked, the report hesitated for a few tenths of a second before Jing Jiu walked down the steps.

According to the Patriarch's instructions, these elite soldiers began to focus their fire and attack without waiting for any orders.

Thirty-five soldiers pulled the triggers almost simultaneously, turning the night sky in front of the sacrificial hall into a sea of ​​flames.

Those elite soldiers had made perfect camouflage, most of them were hidden in the sand dunes, and the rest were covered by sparse bushes and aircrafts that did not leave the aircraft. I believe that even if the real special forces of the military came, it would be difficult to determine their positions in a short time.

In addition to the crackling sound in the night sky, there was suddenly a chirping sound, like a snake crawling on a sand dune.

A trail did appear on the dune.

That trace went from east to west, passed through the sand dunes and the bodies of the elite fighters inside at an unimaginable speed, and then broke through the ground, continuing towards the bushes and the aircraft.

The gunfire became sparse in a short time.

In an instant, more than 20 elite soldiers of the Mo family died in the sand dunes.

If there is no follow-up investigation tomorrow, this dune will be their grave.

The few soldiers hiding in the bushes just felt that something was wrong, then they felt a chill in their brains, their eyes were dark, and they fell to the ground, turning into dead bodies.

There was an extremely delicate blood hole on their sideburns, and some blood slowly flowed out.

The few soldiers hiding under the aircraft also fell silently to the ground, turning into lifeless corpses, with the same blood holes in the same position.

The size and location of those blood holes are very precise, as if they were made by the most skilled surgeon with the best surgical instruments.

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The gunfire stopped shortly thereafter.

The roar caused by the shell fire also stopped.

The sea of ​​flames in front of the sacrificial hall disappeared without a trace.

Under the starlight, the majestic building regained its solemnity.

In the depths of the grassland, the Patriarch of the Mo family looked in the direction of the sacrificial hall, and said with a trembling voice, What's going on?

This sentence was not addressed to Mr. Xia, but to another person, that is, the clear and steady breath Jing Jiu felt in the aircraft.

I gonna go see.

A calm and confident voice came from the Patriarch of the Mo family's light armored intercom, followed by the sound of opening the hatch from the aircraft.

That man was the bodyguard and driver of the Patriarch of the Mo family. He was a real master at the beginning of the Stars. After retiring from the military special forces, he was invited by the Mo family.

Hearing this sentence, the Patriarch of the Mo family felt a little relieved, and said, The target is a bit weird, please be careful.

The military veteran didn't answer him, nor did he come down.

There was a soft snap.

A round hole appeared in the extremely solid hatch of the aircraft.

Just like the round holes in the heads of those soldiers of the Mo family private army who had turned into dead bodies.

The military veteran fell on the ground of the aircraft, and there was a hole in his head, and blood was slowly flowing out.

The Patriarch of the Mo family couldn't see the picture in the aircraft, and didn't know what happened, and he didn't get an answer even after asking.

He suddenly felt very cold, not the touch from the light armor, but the smell of death from the night wind.

In order to dispel this fear, he subconsciously left the aircraft and ran towards the big tree not far away.

Mr. Xia had already opened his eyes when the attack started, looking at the distressed appearance of the Patriarch of the Mo family, there was a playful look in his eyes.

The Patriarch of the Mo family ran up to him and said in a hoarse voice: What are you laughing at! You will be killed too!

Mr. Xia said: God is fair, I didn't do anything, why did I die?

The Patriarch of the Mo family was stunned, and said, What nonsense are you talking about...what kind of god...

His voice stopped abruptly.

A small round hole appeared on the helmet of the light armor.

Blood sprayed out shallowly, staining the helmet red.

He looked at Mr. Xia and stretched out his arms, like a drowning child begging for help. In the end, he knelt down slowly without making a sound.

He looked at the weeds under the tree.

The wild grass illuminated by the starlight is not green, but black.

He seemed to see the deepest night, his eyes were full of fear, and then gradually calmed down, as if he had been relieved.

With a muffled sound, he leaned forward and fell heavily to the ground.

Mr. Xia has always been very calm and calm, but when he heard the voice, the corners of his eyes couldn't help twitching.

He supported the tree and stood up with difficulty, looked towards the sacrificial hall, silently thinking that God is indeed fair, but also ruthless.

Next, what will meet your own destiny?

Suddenly, his pupils shrank slightly, and shock and inconceivable emotions appeared on his face.

The distant night sky was suddenly illuminated by dozens of beams of light.

The place where those beams of light fall is the sacrificial hall.

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