40,000 Years of Cultivation

The trance and mysterious expression on the young man's face added a bit of inhuman temperament to him.

He seems to be controlled by some mysterious power, or that there are gods and demons from a higher dimension, descending into his weak body.

This kind of temperament made those fanatics who wanted to step forward to question him, feeling inexplicable heart palpitations and fear, and couldn't help but want to kneel down in front of the teenager and worship his toes.

Not to mention, the triple heavy Vulcan cannon carried by the teenager.

The length of this super weapon from a higher dimension has far exceeded the limit that the back basket can be loaded.

It's as if the boy's back basket is connected to a different dimension, and the deadliest weapon in **** can be extracted infinitely from it.

And on the surface of this peerless weapon, neither half of the gear nor the slightest seam can be seen, and there is no half of the hissing steam.

At first glance, it doesn't look like the creations of mechanical monsters and steam monsters familiar to fanatics.

But in the silver light, lingering over machinery and steam, devastating destructive power.

Opposite them, on the tower across the big river, hundreds of archers have tightened their bowstrings and hitched their arrows.

Half of the feather arrows were also covered with greased cloth strips, which were ignited by torches and turned into flaming rockets.

In the light of the fire, there are the pious, indifferent and cruel faces of the officers of the Iron Fist Army.

Behind them, another high priest of the Fist Temple raised his fist high, and he was about to fall heavily, and a thousand arrows were fired, killing all the evil spirits who tried to blaspheme the true god's majesty.

At this moment, time seems to stand still.

Even the surging ripples in the big river were squeezed by the murderous auras of both sides that were tightened to the limit, and solidified into rigid ripples.

The corners of the mouths of all the Iron Fist soldiers evoked a cold smile.

The pupils of all the fanatics have all shrunk to the limit.

The **** of fist and the **** of steam, as if looking at the fierce battle in the world through the dark clouds in the sky, like two chess players, frowning, condescending, looking at a few vital chess pieces, making a silent collision.

The high priest of the Fist Temple finally waved his fist.

However, before his arm fell, the young man whose devil had descended into his body had already pulled the trigger first.

Boom boom boom boom boom boom!

The bright fireworks that did not belong to this world bloomed like a devil's grinning once again, burning everyone's retina and tearing their eardrums to pieces.

In an instant, regardless of the Iron Fist Army or the Steam Army, everything within the horizon changed from orange to crimson, from crimson to pale, and from pale to eternal darkness.

They all became blind, and they could only hear the roar of spring thunder in their ears, perceive the vibration of ten thousand horses, and then the screams of eighteen layers of hell.

Something was blown up in the air, and then fell apart in the air, falling into the big river like a flaming goddess scattered flowers, the river water was boiled, and it made a sound of "chichichi", bursting out wisps of blood mixed with a strong smell of blood. The white smoke stimulated their nasal mucosa and sneezed one after another.

After the sneeze, it was as if eternal darkness was finally drawn out by the bleak blood and violent flames again.

The **** lines form an incredible scene.

The fanatics of the Steam Army were surprised to find that the walled city that lay above the river had disappeared.

The whole city was blasted into the air by Gus and turned into burning shards. The iron fist army and the stumps of the high priest's limbs were broken, and they fell down "cracking", burning the entire river surface.

The iron fist army that was still invincible just now has all turned into cooked rotten meat. Even if someone has cultivated flesh and blood to the level of steel and iron, facing the bombardment of the Vulcan Cannon, they can only postpone the doomed death slightly. For a few minutes, by the way, he suffered more inhuman torture.

Even the high priest of the Fist Temple was blasted half of his body, sinking and floating in the turbulent water, except for the round blood-stained one-eyed eye, and the light of terror at the steam army fleet. can not do this.

The iron chain that blocked the river was also bombarded by the Vulcan Cannon. It broke every inch and even melted into scrap iron.

The iron fist soldiers and archers ambushing on both sides of the river were all dumbfounded, like clay idols, unable to recover for a long time.

The bodies and even souls of all the survivors were caught by the terrifying power emanating from the young man. They all felt extremely suffocated, as if the air had been burnt in the flames just now.

Only the river was still rushing, driving the fleet to smash through the wreckage of the city, crushing the scorched wounded, breaking through the trap carefully designed by the High Priest of the Fist Temple, and rushing downstream unstoppably.

The archers on both sides of the river were immersed in the shock of the power that was unleashed by Gus. Their beliefs collapsed inch by inch. They couldn't recover for a long time, but they forgot to open their bows and arrows to the middle of the river.

Of course, even if they are devoted to their duties, the fleet is still in the middle of the river, hundreds of meters away from both sides of the river. With their trembling hands, the arrows will not have much strength and precision, and they cannot stop this possessing demon. The asylum fleet.

I can only watch this fleet full of remnants and defeated generals, and seeing that the fleet that is just about to be wiped out by a net, like an arrow from the string, flies away and disappears into the dark night.

It wasn't until the last light of the fleet was swallowed by darkness that there were archers on both sides of the river who could not support it, and finally fell to the ground, opened his mouth, and screamed silently.

...

When Gus woke up, they found that Qianyuan City and the burning city on the river were far behind them.

The fleet has sailed hundreds of miles away. In this era of backward communications, Qianyuan City has almost no way to pass the news of the evil Daoists' breakthrough to them so quickly.

Therefore, it is safe for the time being.

Gus breathed a sigh of relief, and then looked around, he found that almost all the fanatics were looking at him with awe and admiration.

The mad believer who wanted to come up to question him just now, was kicked by him again, knelt on the ground, eager to try, and wanted to step forward and kiss his toe.

Even his sister Grey, who didn't know her brother, stared at him - and the triple heavy Vulcan cannon in his hand.

Gus moved the Vulcan cannon.

All the fanatics immediately yelled "Ahhhhh", many of them blushed, and more people shed sweat and tears of excitement, as if the **** of steam and machinery came before their eyes.

Gus put the Vulcan Cannon back into his back basket-to be more precise, please ask Lu Qingchen, the demon dormant in the steam ball in the back basket, to take back this weapon from a higher dimension.

The fanatics all sighed with disappointment, but they did not dare to violate the will of the "Holy Son". Seeing that the huge Vulcan cannon disappeared into the small basket, the eyes of Gus became more and more admired. fear.