40,000 Years of Cultivation

The mountain breeze howled.

The mist shrouded.

There are also black birds that symbolize death, roaring in the depths of the fog.

The boy and sister fell, fell, and fell quickly.

It is said that falling off a cliff or jumping off a building is a very wonderful way to die.

As long as the cliff or tall building is high enough and the falling time is long enough, people can experience two kinds of death at the same time.

First of all, the body fell from a height, falling into pieces like a watermelon, crashing.

The second is that the soul goes out of its body and falls from the world to hell.

hell.

The boundless darkness, the great horror.

The flame in the darkness, the oil pan boiling above the flame, the oil pan was tormented, and a blood bubble was blown out, like a toad-like sinner.

Gus saw various illusions of **** in a daze.

The frying pan danced and floated up and down, as if the toad was scorched. It was the classmate "Qin Yi" who was sent to the torture rack by his "hands".

No, it's not Qin Yi, not a specific person, but composed of the souls of countless fallen people who don't believe in Fist God. It is countless fallen souls who are suffering eternal torment in **** at the same time.

Including dad.

Dad's face suddenly emerged from the oil pan.

Dad held the edge of the oil pan with both hands.

Because the skin was cracked and the bones were fried and crispy, Dad's lips, eyes, nose, ears and fingers were broken and falling down one by one.

"run."

The crisply fried dad screamed at Gus and Grey, "Run, run, run!"

"boom!"

Gus woke up suddenly.

The soul was smashed back into the body.

Then came the pain of crushing bones, bombarding the whole body.

He was so painful that he vomited blood, and he even felt that what he was vomiting was not blood, but the mucus melted from his internal organs.

But he was not dead yet, Gus was sure of this.

Because the biting mountain wind and icy mountain rain still stimulated 36,000 pores in his body, stabbing him like a sharp blade thin as a cicada's wings, and tortured him with thousands of swords.

Gus got up hard, feeling the sky spinning.

He put his hands on the ground, "wow", and vomited **** bile.

Finally a little awake.

Can barely gather energy and observe the surrounding environment.

Judging from the screams above and the dots of torches, the height of their fall was lower than expected.

The cliff above does not fall straight down into the abyss. Rather, there is a large platform more than ten meters below the cliff. There are still trees on the platform, but it was blocked by the mist just now. It is not real. .

Gus and Grey fell on this platform, blocked by trees. In fact, they only fell more than ten meters, and they were half dead.

"sister!"

Gus pounced on her sister and hugged Grey in his arms. He found that her body was limp as if she had no bones, and her breathing and heartbeat were extremely weak.

The power of a punch of the priest of the Fist Temple should have such power.

This can be regarded as the last kindness of the uncle Lei Lie and his niece, hoping to blast Grey off the cliff with a fist, and die happily, so as not to be tied back to the Temple of Fist by the big five flowers. .

Unfortunately--

Fate made a big joke with them.

Not only did this protruding rock stop them, it couldn't make them die easily.

Moreover, this rock stretches all the way and is connected to the **** of the cliff above. In other words, the people above can easily reach here and catch them back like pigs.

At this time, a strong wind happened to blow, and the mist was slightly blown away.

Gus heard an exclamation from above the cliff.

Apparently someone found their hiding place.

The torch began to look for the foot, went around a long way, and gradually approached them.

At this time, even Lei Lie could no longer pretend to be public for personal gain, and found an excuse to smash them off the cliff, but could only find a way to capture them alive, and then give them the most humiliating and painful method of death.

Gus put his arms around his sister, his entire face swollen, twisted, and raised, like a hideous mask.

He saw his sister's lips tremble.

Listening to her ears, her sister said weakly: "Throw it down, throw me down."

Gus looked at the abyss at the end of the platform, there should not be a second platform below, could it be that this was their final ending.

Gus wanted to laugh.

He really laughed madly, bleeding from his head, violently, and out of breath.

Why, this is the end of him and his sister?

Why does Fist God not tell the world that there is really "mechanical and steam power" in the world?

Why, their lives and even the whole world must revolve around the word "fist"?

Why, let alone practice, even the study of "mechanical and steam power" has become a taboo?

power.

Gus has never been so eager for power. He is eager to have enough power to go to the end of this world to find the truth behind all the "whys".

The torch is getting closer.

The arresters have found their way down, just like a fire dragon with its teeth and claws, with its mouth wide open.

Hopeless.

It's impossible.

everything is over.

He, a born weak trash, a weak man cursed by the **** of fist, a fallen man contaminated with evil power, will never know the truth.

It's... irritating!

Gus heard his own bones "cackling", and even heard the sound of his teeth crunching.

Then, there was a polite question: "Are you craving for power?"

Gus turned his head and looked at the demon.

The devil did not know when, he emerged from the steam ball again, with dark and deep eyes open, and looked at him with a smile.

"What conditions?"

Gus heard his voice "creaking" like a rusty door shaft.

But as long as you turn it, that is, spit out the first word, it will be easier to handle later.

"Soul, your soul."

Lu Qingchen took his time, repeating the joke just now.

That's not a joke.

Gus's pupils shrank suddenly, and he thought about it for a long time, or for a moment.

"My soul is really useful to you?"

He asked the devil seriously.

"Don't get me wrong, you are nothing special. It doesn't matter if I change one at random. It's just that everyone is so fate, I'm much lazy to toss.

Lu Qingchen smiled and said, "Didn't I promise to realize your three wishes? In this way, I can let you keep your soul temporarily and wait until all three wishes are satisfied before harvesting. This is a good deal. Right?"

Gus tilted his head and thought for a while, and said, "Can any wish be satisfied?"

"In theory, yes, including becoming the strongest in the world, but I don’t want to lie to you. If you really make this wish, then I can make you the strongest in the world this second, and the next second you Will be bombarded and killed by Fist God."

Lu Qingchen said, "So, let's just take a moment, go step by step, and achieve a small goal first... such as killing all the soldiers and taking your sister to escape."

"Then, then my first wish is to escape with my sister."

Gus hesitated and gritted his teeth, "If they don't stop me, I don't want to kill them."

"No problem, the demon Lu Qingchen, always listen to your instructions. As for whether to kill or not, it is up to you."

As Lu Qingchen said, he collected all the crossbow arrows and other weapons that fell with the two siblings.

There was a word in his mouth, and steam was released from the fingertips, and the white mist enveloped all the weapons.

There was a harsh metal distortion. After the sound of squeezing and collision was over, the white mist dissipated, and all the weapons changed their shape, becoming silvery, arc-winding, full of incredible structure and light.

Gus was dumbfounded, feeling blind in both eyes.

"This, what's this?" He stammered, pointing at the weapons all over the floor.

"This is the Orbital Commando-standard equipment of the Star Federation, the powerful anti-material assault rifle'Thunder-3'."

The demon smiled and introduced, "This is a triple-mounted heavy Vulcan cannon specially made by the elite special forces of the real human empire, the Kuroshio Legion. Originally, only a super strong man who weighed more than two hundred catties and was more than two meters tall could control it. Well, I changed the parameters a bit, lowered the weight and recoil, and you are fine.

"And this, it is the shoulder-mounted miniature rocket launch nest of the Covenant League. The'God Punishment-7', like the Holy League, is precise and ruthless. It is the best killing machine.

"Come on, I teach you how to dress and have fun!"