Under the burning volcano, the solemn and ancient city is shrouded in clouds.

　　 A constant stream of flames rose from the burning mountains, hovered in the clouds, and fell like clouds. The air was full of sulfur and pungent smells.

　　 Under the snowy volcanic ash, Pompeii still stands on the ground.

　　 This is a city where many building sites including military camps, law enforcement offices, large baths, and even temples are integrated and finally formed.

Possessing the land of squandering energy and molten fire defense, in the workshop, the sound of iron felt and hammer collision is heard all the time. In the hands of a large group.

　　 At the highest point of the city, halfway up the mountain, in the fortress laid by the dark basalt, at this moment, there is a refreshing fragrance of tea.

"Unexpectedly, I can still drink such good tea in this place." Across from the somewhat rough table, the young swordsman sitting upright took a silver cup in his hand and took a deep breath, feeling the sweet fragrance lingering in his lungs. I couldn't help but sigh softly.

　　 Shangquan nodded, "I would also like to thank Lord Vulcan for his hospitality."

　　 "Where is it."

Opposite him, the giant beard-faced man in sackcloth smiled heartily: "Since we are fortunate enough to meet, we have to entertain one or two, but I don't know why Mr. Juggernaut came to such a remote place like us, especially in such an exaggerated way... …"

　　 Speaking of the scene of Shangquan falling from the sky, Vulcan looked astonished and curious.

　　 "What is this?" He asked solemnly, "Could it be that the weapon mentioned by the Yingzhou Pedigree...that earth cannon, is it true?"

　　 "Ah, this is a bit long."

　　 Shangquan wanted to say something but stopped, smiled awkwardly, took the silver cup and drank it.

　　 And Vulcan picked up the gorgeous and exquisite gold pot on the table, tilted it slightly, and there was a steady stream of new tea flowing out of it. What's peculiar is that when the golden pot turned around and aimed at his cup, the amber-colored mellow spirits flowed out of it.

　　 "Tell me more."

　　 Vulcan leaned forward: "Speak slowly, don't worry."

　　 "...I don't want to hide it, I was punched here." Shangquan replied awkwardly, "I originally thought that the opponent was nothing but Err, but the ship was overturned by accident.

　　 This world is terrible. "

　　 Snap!

　　 Accompanied by the smashing sound, something chubby fell into Shangquan’s teacup, causing a wave of waves, ups and downs.

　　 Is that a... eyeball?

　　 There is still a strand of nerve tissue behind...

　　 Vulcan looked up blankly, and saw the hollow behind Shangquan's left eye.

　　 "What the hell?"

　　 "Oh, it's okay, little problem."

　　 Shangquan stretched out his hand, calmly picked up his eyeball from the teacup, rinsed it, and stuffed it back into his eye socket. After two clicks, the hollow pupils turned slightly.

　　 It's like, restored to its original state...

　　 But with the head swinging, the chin accidentally got out of line and fell off.

　　 was righted by him soon.

　　 "I haven't felt this way for many years."

Shangquan sighed slightly: "After suddenly regaining his youth, he underestimated the hero of the world, and when he was not paying attention, he was punched severely, and his brain was still a little swaying...I'm afraid the blood of Gaia was also taken away, right? "

　　 "Punch? Come here?" Vulcan felt that there was a problem with his ears.

　　 "That's right."

　　 He sipped the tea with a faint smell of rust, and seemed to sigh with emotion: "Sure enough, there are people outside the world, and there are days outside the world. It seems that we still need to avoid irritability and irritability, and ask for help from the predecessors."

　　 Vulcan did not speak.

　　 holding a wine glass, looking at the guests in front of him.

　　 Is it an occupational disease or a hallucination?

　　 In that moment of trance, the figure reflected in his eyes was no longer the figure with a faint smile, but the ferocious beast in the blood sea corpse mountain looking back.

　　 Around his waist, the sharp blade in the sheath whispered.

　　 Like a sigh hungry and thirsty.

　　It said, must...cut him!

　　.

　　.

　　 At the moment when his clothes were torn apart, the **** Wai Dao Wang stepped forward indifferently, ignoring the old wounds deep into the bones of his chest, his left arm was raised, and the thunderbolt of Yun Zhongjun was shaken hard.

　　 Just, bend down slightly.

　　Four fingers were broken and the bare bones of his right hand dropped, and only the intact palm touched the ground.

　　 Attach to one place softly.

　　 just like touching.

　　Wai Dao Wang's dry abdomen suddenly bulged, like a balloon, his arms shook slightly, and he pressed it down.

　　 "——ha!"

　　 Immediately afterwards, there was a loud landslide, bursting out of the palm!

　　 The earth wailed, trembled, convulsed, and convulsed. Under the impact comparable to missile bombing, layers of waves were lifted from the solid soil and spread to all directions like a tide.

Wherever 　　 has passed, I don’t know how much dust and stones fly up.

　　 easily penetrated the power into the deepest part of the earth below a hundred meters, and broke out!

　　 At that moment, the connection between heaven and earth was severed.

　　 The cycle belonging to Yun Zhongjun appeared huge gaps and gaps, and the thunder cell enclosed in the surroundings trembled violently, and was crushed and destroyed.

　　 The monk broke out of the cage.

　　 There are still flashing electric lights on the withered yellow face, and the shriveled body has stepped on the void of air, surpassing the sky, and punched Ying Fangzhou!

　　 Wanjun Thunder, shattered in response.

　　 Amidst the clouds, the sky is violent, the mighty whale song rises from the sea of ​​clouds, the ghost of Kunpeng emerges from Ying Fangzhou's body, the gun is pierced, and the iron fist is hard to shake without flinching!

　　 can only see endless flashes of electric light, constantly moving horizontally and horizontally above the sky.

　　 The dark clouds are pressing down every inch, like an iron curtain, endlessly approaching the earth, and just between the narrower and narrower world, accompanied by thunder, torrential rain pours down.

　　 The heavy rain curtain instantly shrouded all the range that Huai Shi could see, took away all enthusiasm, and the frost expanded.

　　 And in the countless rain, reflected the unsteady figure of the cloud.

　　It is difficult to see where he is.

　　 seems to be everywhere!

　　The King of Outer Dao fell to the ground like a meteorite, and the frost on his limbs spread and was shattered at will.

　　 The brow furrowed slightly.

　　Unbelievable, I am slowing down?

　　 But very quickly, he reacted, not because he was frozen and slowed down, but the other party...faster and stronger!

The thunder light of hate water flashed and slashed down diagonally from the clouds. Wherever it passed, the rain curtain was cut into two ends neatly, and the golden body of the King of Outer Dao was shaken, and Hong Zhong Dalu's high-pitched chirp came from the body. Amidst emergence.

　　 In the torrential rain, a thunderstorm suddenly appeared, bounced, refracted, and flashed between the raindrops irregularly. In the end, the whole world was flooded with that dazzling electric light.

　　 Then, heaven and earth close together!

　　 It is hard to imagine how terrifying defense and extreme intentions can withstand hundreds or thousands of hate water shocks in a single moment.

　　 And at that moment, the body far better than Jintie, there were again a series of fine scars, viscous blood flowed out of it, and soon it was washed away by the rainstorm.

　　 is like a torture!

　　 The "golden fetus shelter" obtained by his own asceticism was broken once again?

　　 "Purification...?"

　　 Wai Dao Wang suddenly sighed, and at that moment, he caught a glimpse of the essence of this thunder light.

　　 Turn the enemy into a sharpening stone?

　　 Should it be arrogance or horror?

　　 Under the lock of the sky, the lethality of the Thunder Spear will increase endlessly, until one of the self or the enemy is completely reduced to ashes.

　　 Before that, it will only become stronger with more battles!

　　 In that case...

　　 Then, break Tianque!

　　 "Always be careful!"

　　 At that moment, Huai Shi coughed up blood and roared in embarrassment.

　　 At the moment when Wai Dao Wang straightened his body, he could see a familiar taste from the movement and movement of the texture.

　　 is used in the same way as the drummer, but it surpasses Huai Shi's cognitive category, and is even more crude and terrifying than he can imagine.

　　 But this posture, no doubt, has not changed...

　　——The sky collapsed!

　　 In an instant, the blazing high temperature rose and spread from the whole body, melting away the frost and snow. Above the withered yellow face, those dark eyes have turned blood red, burning like flames, bursting with radiance.

　　 There are no tricks and disguise.

　　 Just like that, hit the sky and punch himself!

　　 Immediately afterwards, the sweeping gust of wind swept countless rains and retreated in terror. The iron curtain trembling violently, from the center, a huge gap was cracked.

　　 Tianque was injured.

　　 The heavy rain stopped abruptly, and the light of the setting sun shone from behind the crack.

When 　　 fell on the monk's body, it seemed as if a halo appeared, and the face against it was as solemn as a **** and Buddha.

　　 But now, the brows of the gods and Buddhas are still frowning.

　　 is full of confusion.

　　 is wrong.

　　 The full punch just now should be more than that!

After arriving in a realm like the King of Outer Dao, he has completed perfect control of all his powers, as if just now-that punch should spread after being hit, completely shattering the sky and clouds, and completely exploding the sky. That's right.

　　 But the change was not as he expected, but instead it tore a crack and disappeared without a trace.

　　 He raised his eyes and saw the remaining raindrops fall from the sky.

　　 In a fleeting moment, he saw his reflection in the raindrops-the skinny monk, with white eyebrows.

　　 That is not a trace of freezing snow.

　　 but...a symbol of aging!

　　 But this body should have been in his prime of life when he was thirty years old, when he wished to do asceticism!

　　 But now ~lightnovelpub.net~ When he sniffs the wind, he smells the weird smell of the flesh blessed by the golden fetus... a faint smell.

　　 Is he sweating?

　　 is too much blood loss? Or old creation? Under the excitement of fighting a powerful enemy, this body actually feels tired?

　　 may have all, but they are not important.

　　——It's poison!

　　 After the King of Outer Dao stopped controlling the wound contraction, he finally saw the traces of blood oozing from the wounds all over his body, and the subtle... dark green mixed in it!

　　 The golden fetus protected by Brahma was actually infested and damaged by poison.

　　 In a sudden moment, his gaze turned to Ying Fangzhou directly in front of him, as well as the thunderous spear in his hand.

　　 As the electric light dissipated, the spear showed its outline again.

　　 I don't know when, I no longer hate water.

　　 Above the cracked cross gun, the venom from the green crown dragon was spilled, and on the ground, clusters of blooming irises were born.

　　——The Gun of Compassion!

　　 "It's silly."

　　 Behind Jin's thigh, a passing mountain ghost quietly probed:

　　 "This is called, family sharing outfit!"

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