Chapter 2395: Moth or butterfly? (2/2)
”But...why even every bone is eager to move, wanting to do such a stupid, naive and idiotic thing with him at all costs? Why is that!”
Li Jialing's brain was in chaos, and he was deeply confused and hesitant. He was at a loss, but was gently pushed away by Li Yao.
”Together with Long Yangjun, escape to a safe place. She is right. Even if we can defeat the Black Iron Group, Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi's pursuit will definitely follow, and more than ten days will be enough for Wu Yingqi to control. Living in the entire imperial capital, so even if he didn't come down to chase us personally, it would definitely be a luxurious lineup of three or five transformation **** bosses. At such a critical moment, you can no longer be injured.
Li Yao gave Li Jialing an extremely bright smile, ”As for this, let's watch your gorgeous performance by Brother Yao!”
Li Jialing's nose became sour, staring blankly at the magic weapon that was slowly rotating above Li Yao's head, and suddenly the ghost asked: ”Brother Yao, what is that? Is the thing next to the anti-gravity unit and the position distortion unit your trump card at the bottom of the box? You must have countless other players, it won't be like this...the one who fell, right!”
”Yes, of course it is my trump card at the bottom of the box-the four biggest speakers with the highest power, the highest level, the strongest penetrating power, and the most shocking and explosive.”
Li Yao said, ”You know, I like music and I prefer a world where everyone can sing freely, so this time, let us use singing to completely explode the 10,000-meter-thick crust!”
At the same time when Li Yao finished speaking the last word, from the depths of his dantian and the four surround stereo super loudspeakers above his head, the first thunderbolt-like notes sounded, converging into a directivity in the narrow mine tunnel. The extremely strong shock wave rushed to the battlefield fiercely!
On the battlefield, ordinary Worry-Free Cultists are still desperately fighting the battle puppets, but the high-level Worry-Free Cultists, including the great guardian Xu Zhicheng, are in despair!
Xu Zhiqiang personally led a team of elites with the strongest combat effectiveness to form a commando team, trying to pierce the fiercest fixed firepower points around the big iron factory, but was beaten back again and again.
These firepower points are like red-hot wedge firmly nailed to vital strategic points, separating the workers inside the big iron factory from the rebels outside, making them unable to form a unified whole, and even more so that Xu Zhicheng Unable to command all the troops effectively, most of the Worry-Free Cultists worked in their own battalions, rushing up to death in a disorderly manner, falling down like cutting wheat.
If you can’t command effectively, the advantage of numbers is of little use in the face of modern fully automatic magic weapons. The Worry-Free Cultists rush up like waves that seem to be surging, but the waves hit the reefs on the shore. But unable to shake the reef for half a minute, instead he was knocked to pieces and annihilated in a sea of blood.
Although Wuyou believers have practiced ”Forget Worry Jue”, they have not reached the level of completely obliterating emotions and desires of the holy ally. The level of cultivation is deep and shallow, and the fear of death is naturally still faint. The result of the unrestricted and wild corpses is that morale is faintly shaken, and waves of fear have gradually appeared on many people's seemingly indifferent and numb faces.
If this continues, it will not take long before they will collapse!
Xu Zhicheng gritted his teeth fiercely, leading his hair to charge again, but after all, he was still not used to holding the sword tightly with the hand holding the pickaxe. After dropping dozens of broken corpses, he retreated again in embarrassment.
On both sides of them, many battle puppets noticed this relatively powerful assault team. A cold red glow flashed across the shell of the battle puppet, and the claws opened like a sickle, ruthlessly harvesting humans. Life, approaching them.
No fear, no fear of death, lack of perception, ruthlessness, and never tiredness. On these ”advantages”, even if the Worry-Free Cultists practice ”Wang You Jue” to the limit, or even become a holy ally, it is absolutely better than But real psionic puppets, steel machinery made specifically for killing.
In the depths of the fixed firepower point, the immortal cultivator who was waiting for work simply looked at the killing dance of the fighting puppets with a nearly ”appreciative” attitude.
For them, this chaotic riot is nothing more than a very interesting adjustment in their boring and boring life, a game that can help them move their muscles and muscles.
The cultivators’ desire to kill was teased by the **** and exciting pictures in front of them, and they even whispered to discuss whether they should go out and play the game of ”Hundred People Slash, Thousand People Slash” for an ingenious gambling battle.
That explosive music shocked the audience at this moment!