Chapter 1547 (1/2)
On the other side of the world, the same huge boat on the bottom of the sea, with corpses all over the deck, the war between Taichu and nihilistic Mahayana is not over. The magic weapon is like a rainbow across the sky. Tens of thousands of friars gather to form a wave of aura. Facing each other like mountains and sea, waves after waves of Taichu sea, blood has soaked the deck.
”My Lord! The Tenglong flag breaks the flank of the other side“ My Lord, Xiangfeng banner will attack the south of the other side! ”“ My lord... ”My Lord!”
A piece of news spread to Liu Mianfeng's ears, and there was a touch of excitement in his expression. The second level... It's only more than two hours so far. Who can be faster than yourself?
The God of time is in hand. He is the master of the second level! He is the real life should be crape myrtle!
”Herald, advance in the middle, spread out the wings.” He waved his folding fan, grinned and said: ”in the first round, let's take the lead from the base of benlei, and this time... It must be the master!”
Wuwuwu... The bleak horn resounds through the array. Liu Mianfeng's eyes are burning. He can't wait to hear his own voice. There can only be one winner in this world of great struggle, that is himself.
”Kill!” The banners rolled up in anger, the wind swept my ears, the friars from both sides of the air gathered into a shining ocean, and tens of thousands of rainbow crossed the void. However, at this moment, they suddenly found that... They could not rush through?
”What's the matter?”“ What's this? ”“ What happened? ”
Brush! Liu Mianfeng's folding fan suddenly closed. Between the two camps, a lattice light curtain appeared without warning. It seems to be so fragile, but let countless spiritual impact, still.
A bad premonition sprang up in his mind.
”The friar ran to thunder and found the key to the second pass of Thor correctly.” It didn't make people confused for a long time. A voice without emotion appeared in the void: ”all the other trials stop, waiting for the great cause of killing gods.”
”Thirty minutes later, I enter the kingdom of Wa Huang, and the countdown begins...”
Dead silence.
In the last second, both sides were in a rush of blood. This second was like being looked at from head to toe by ice water, the two sides separated by crystal lattice. It was as quiet as an eternal night.
Everyone thinks that just like the first level, breaking through this level is the most important thing. They also feel the terrifying aura on the sea. But who knows, there is still a damned ”right way!”
What's wrong with them?
They and the opposite Taichu did everything they could to fight in the bloody battlefield, but they were ”not right?”
Others have already begun to open the door. They are the monks who can't get through the door. They are so bloody that they have mixed feelings.
Some gas, once unloaded, can no longer be lifted.
Everyone heard the voice in the sky, Liu Mianfeng's lips trembled slightly, staring at the front. Why... Why now? Why did he just get the upper hand, that damned thunder has done everything!?
The way of heaven is unfair!
It was like a loud slap in the face. He looked a little twisted. He held the folding fan in his hand and said: ”why...”
”Lord...” ”Lord, calm down.”“ He's just lucky. The one who laughs to the end is the real winner. ”“ Yes, how many times did he start to be suppressed after five kings and two, and finally turn over the game? He just took the first step, but the result is still unknown! ”
Liu Mianfeng's forehead is dancing.
It's him again... It's him again!
”This maggot... This little lower bound friar... How can he have such a good fortune?” But he knew that he couldn't lose his manners. He held the folding fan tightly and said, ”let's have a look...”
”What else can he do?”
On the other side, the same side of the world, crying people suddenly raised their heads, staring at the air.
”The friar ran to thunder and found the key to the second pass of Thor correctly.”
”All other trials stop, waiting for the great cause of killing gods.”
”Thirty minutes later, I enter the kingdom of Wa Huang, and the countdown begins...”
He looked at the sea of corpses in front of him and took a few deep breaths before he suppressed his violent desire.
The blow came too fast, too unprepared, at the moment in his heart in addition to hate, or hate.
The way of heaven is unfair!
Why can a friar who was promoted to the throne, or a yuan infant who was shivering in front of him, drive straight in today, and find the damned ”right way?”
People who hear the news of the destruction of the spirit have similar ideas: he is right... What is it that we fight with blood?”Who died in your hands?” He clenched his fists white: ”but... It doesn't matter... The final winner must be me! It can only be me