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Chapter 320: 1Technology City

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When a group of Title Douluo rushed across the sky quickly and rushed to Ye Zhiqiu who was lying flat on the ground, the angel **** had already frowned and squatted beside him. He seemed to be looking carefully at Ye Zhiqiu's situation. Cover him with the law of holy light and help him repair his injuries.

At this time, Ye Zhiqiu's face was pale, and under the robes of the Saint Child of the Spirit Hall that had been blown up to pieces, there were dense small wounds, and the white robes were covered with bright blood.

What makes Bibi Dong and the others more worried is that the corners of his mouth are still spilling blood, no matter how he looks like a seriously injured and dying person, he can't be happy...

Although Bibi Dong and other Title Douluo looked very worried, they were equally anxious. But at this time he dared not make a little noise, as if he was afraid to disturb Ye Zhiqiu's wounds.

Over time, the wounds on Ye Zhiqiu's body have almost healed. The spirit masters under Title Douluo also arrived one after another at this time, but all of them stood aside quietly and waited silently.

The soft holy light that permeated Ye Zhiqiu's body slowly became dimmed, and the angel **** withdrew his divine power. He stood up and sighed with regret.

This scene made everyone on the scene look tight, right? Is it hopeless?

"At the beginning of the **** level, he received the strongest suicide blow of the blood demon, the second level god. If you don't die, you can count this kid's life. It is a pity that trauma can be healed. Own, if he can’t make it through, he may fall to the position of God forever, and there will be no possibility of becoming a God. Take care of it, but...it’s a pity..." The angel expression shook his head heavily, then Ye Zhiqiu couldn't help but give him a thumbs up secretly in his heart with a look of regret.

In the future, if Douluo Continent wants to set up an Oscar actor, the first Oscar actor winner will definitely give you an angel god.

After the angel **** said such a sentence, he sullenly opened a gap in the space, and left in a hurry.

The first time he performed this kind of play, he also flickered a large group of people. He was afraid that he would lose his face if he stayed. If he accidentally laughed out of nowhere, he would be embarrassed. It would be better to leave early.

Qian Daoliu looked at the place where the angel **** had disappeared, stretched out one hand, opened his mouth, and looked a little dull.

I'm all... Before I have time to say a word, are you leaving?

The rest of the people didn't care about the departure of the angel gods. Ye Zhiqiu was fine as long as he was fine. Although he might fall down from the position of god, at least his life was saved.

For many of them, Ye Zhiqiu's ability to save his life is already the best thing.

Bibi Dong picked up the "comatose" Ye Zhiqiu, and stood in the center of this crater, looking at the desolate scenery around him, his expression suddenly a little silent.

If Wuhun City is gone, it can be rebuilt, but how should the millions of ordinary residents in Wuhun City make arrangements? The construction project did not happen overnight, and the surrounding area was destroyed like this, and it was not easy to rebuild Wuhun City.

And now that Ye Zhiqiu is seriously injured again, the angel gods have said that he should take good care of him, so naturally she must find a place for him to recuperate first, but at this time she can't leave the millions of Wuhun City to ignore.

On the one hand, it was the responsibility of being the Pope, and on the other hand, it was for Ye Zhiqiu's selfishness. Bibi Dong was caught in a dilemma for a while, feeling a little upset.

It seemed that Bibi Dong was not in a good mood, and everyone present was silent. Even Ning Rongrong who wanted to step forward was pulled down by Ning Fengzhi.

Wuhun City was destroyed. As the Pope, she had too many things to consider, and going up now was undoubtedly adding chaos.

"Why do you have a bitter face?" When everyone was silent for a while, an untimely questioning sound suddenly broke the atmosphere, and a clone of Ye Zhiqiu walked forward leisurely. Lewen Novel

Everyone looked at Ye Zhiqiu, who was weak in his arms by Bibi Dong, and looked at his lively and leisurely clone, and their expressions were a little weird.

Bibi Dong seemed to have thought of something, his eyes flashed, and he asked quickly: "Xiao Qiu, Wuhun City is destroyed, can you send ordinary people to other cities to settle first?"

"Why do you want to give it away? Wouldn't it be enough to rebuild the Wuhun City?" Ye Zhiqiu asked, wondering.

"Rebuild one? Talk about what Rong..."

"Xianfa·Wooden Escape·The Art of Transforming a City."

Before Bibi Dong finished speaking, Ye Zhiqiu's clone was a confident smile with his hands on the ground.

The surrounding land suddenly rumbling loudly at this moment, and the ground surface trembling within a radius of several tens of miles, under the ground where everyone was stepping on, there seemed to be countless behemoths swimming around.

If someone looked down from a high altitude, the topography of the crater was obviously elevated, and the solid underground rock that everyone stepped on had turned into a flat wooden object, like a wooden floor.

Surrounding the location of the crater, a giant city wall 30 miles long on all sides rose from the ground under everyone's sluggish gaze. The "rumbling" rose slowly. Inside the city wall, wooden buildings of different heights were also rapidly forming. .

This new Wuhun City, except that it was not built with stone, all other layouts were exactly the same as the original Wuhun City. Although it is a wooden structure, the wooden shelter reinforced by Ye Zhiqiu is not afraid of burning by the fire at all, and even because it is made of one piece, it is more stable than those built of stone.

In front of the Pope’s Palace, everyone looked at Ye Zhiqiu’s avatar with suspicion of life...

One skill destroys the city, one skill transforms the city, is this a **** level? But does your deity being injured like this really have no effect on your clone? The coverage of this spirit ability is too exaggerated...

...

Three days later, everything in Wuhun City had returned to the right track, and the All-Continent Advanced Soul Master Academy Elite Competition was officially reopened on the second day.

Everything seemed to be back to what it was before, as if nothing had happened.

Dongbian Hall~lightnovelpub.net~ In the room dedicated to the Saint Child of Wuhun Hall, two figures were talking while lying and standing.

Ye Zhiqiu looked at the pale figure next to him nonchalantly. If this figure were seen by Bibi Dong and others, they would definitely be stunned on the spot, because this man was the blood demon whose braids had been raised in their understanding.

"Tell me about your Dark Demon Realm. How many people are there in total, and what strength are they?"

The blood demon respectfully said: "The strongest person in the Dark Demon Realm is the Devil Emperor, and the law exposed on the surface is the power of the Red Sun. A long time ago, he was named the God King of the Red Sun. I heard that he has more than one law, but another law. I don't know what it is."

"Under the Devil Emperor are the Three Demon Emperors, the Thunder Demon Emperor, the Devouring Demon Emperor, and the Profound Wind Demon Emperor. They are all first-level gods and I am the last of the four generals under the Profound Wind Demon Emperor."

"At the end? That is to say you are the weakest under him?"

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