Chapter 2389: Evil two-headed snake! (2/2)

When he cast his gaze on Li Yao again, his eyes became firm and cold again. He gritted his teeth and said: ”Friend Li Dao, the situation is like this now. We understand your kindness, but there is no time for us to'slowly figure it out'. We have been exposed. Are you going to stop us?”

Li Yao witnessed the extremely chaotic situation in the big iron factory, staring at the demon fire dancing in the sky, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

I thought that I had tried my best to convince Wuyoujiao's great protector, but I didn't expect that the situation would take a turn for the worse because of a small explosion!

Is there such a **** thing that kills a thousand swords like ”God's Will”?

Seeing that he was silent and speechless, Xu Zhicheng had no time to hesitate, and finally stared at Long Yangjun deeply.

Long Yangjun smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or at Li Yao, and took a step back to make way for Xu Zhicheng.

”Tell the guardians of all roads that the situation has changed. We can't wait for tomorrow. Now we will mobilize all the horses, start up according to the scheduled plan, occupy the geothermal energy factory, and will be'free of fear, carefree, and eternal peace' The avenue runs through every piece of space and every gap in the ground!”

Xu Zhicheng waved his hand murderously, ”We have nothing, nothing to lose, so that all brothers and sisters do not have to fear the sword of the cultivator-this sword will only send us ten thousand times better than here, eternally peaceful. , The real hometown!”

Surrounded by several worry-free followers, Xu Zhicheng left the cave without looking back, and plunged into the wave of flames and swirling darkness.

Soon, all the factories in the big iron factory sounded sharp and piercing siren, repeating in a very regular rhythm in accordance with the rhythm of three long and two short.

The whistle is the battle cry of the workers.

In every factory, every mine, and every living area, there are countless people wearing eye masks and masks. They seem to have no personality. They are submissive. People who are humble like ants straighten up their waists, raise their heads, and draw one from the secret place. The sword with a simple handle rushed to the psionic puppet overseer closest to him, using his flesh and blood to contend with steel.

He is also strong and strong, clad in heavy armor, with bundles of crude spar bombs wrapped around his waist, screaming at the few immortal cultivators, trying to die together with the immortal cultivators-extremely sensitive to perception For the cultivators of immortality, such an attack is naturally futile and even ridiculous, but when ”Wang You Jue” is run to its limit, the worry-free cultists who are already fearless of life and death are endless and continue to follow.

This may be the only way they can cause harm to the cultivators.

Even if it's just using his own blood, the cultivator can smash his head and cover his face.

Even if emotions and desires are really annihilated, their blood is still hot!

The air is like a pot of boiling hot porridge, and it is like a brainwave arbitrarily flowing across the vast ocean. The brainwaves of thousands of people from the earth converge together and oscillate five words: ”Kill the cultivator!”

Mess, noisy, no rules, incomparably blindly worry-free, and start irreversibly!

Li Yao stared at the burning big iron factory in front of him, and watched countless underground people clinging to the simplest weapons, rushing to the heavily armed battle puppets and immortals, his body seemed to have become two halves of frost and flame, half furious. , Half want to cry without tears.

The explosion in the mine seemed to be accidental.

But these worry-free believers are not real fighters at all. They are just desperate workers, farmers and their families, as well as thousands of poor people who have been bullied, insulted, and squeezed. Their haste uprising is such a mess. The beginning is another necessity.

Just like, they are bound to fail!

”You know, for a moment, I even had to be persuaded by you.”

There is no sadness or joy on Long Yangjun's face illuminated by the flames, really like an indifferent bystander, quietly said, ”But the result is still the same, you can't stop anything, you can't change anything, can you?

”However, this vigorous riot can at least verify my point of view from one side. Perhaps this is how the original Saint Allies came from?”

Li Yao's eyes solidified for a long time before turning to Long Yangjun arduously: ”What did you say?”

”Nothing, I just want to ask you a question-are the immortal cultivators and the holy ally, really incompatibility enemies? Are the true human empire and the covenant alliance really incompatible?”

Long Yangjun sighed and said lightly, ”Or, on a certain level, they are basically two sides of a coin, a deformed Siamese baby, an inseparable double-headed snake?”

Li Yao's eyes turned, turning faster and faster.