Bright Era

"Betrayal! Shameless betrayal!"

The sweet-scented osmanthus tree and the Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse looked at the human beings who were entangled and stood still in the posture of the moment of death. The roar of anger shook Lin Qi's sea of ​​spirits and set off a wild wave, which made him There were waves of ripples in the soul, almost making him unable to control his own soul power to spray out randomly around.

Large groups of human corpses were stiff there, wearing exactly the same clothes, holding various weapons, and using the most ruthless and unrelenting moves to kill the enemies in front of them. In many places, these humans still exuding terrifying and powerful murderous aura, their limbs are entangled with each other, their teeth are deeply plunged into each other's neck, and their entire palms are blasted into the other's vitals.

Standing in front of two middle-aged men who stood facing each other, with their entire arms thrust into each other's chest, Lin Qi was silent for a while.

All human beings, wearing the same clothes, exuding the same powerful aura, they fought each other to death. Lin Qi couldn't tell who was a traitor and who was betrayed. No matter whether they were good or bad, whether they were loyal or treacherous, they all died here stiffly.

The rhizome of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree came out of Lin Qi's fingertips, constantly scanning the metal heraldry on the chests of these people, reporting their names.

The names rang softly, Lin, Yun, and Sha. . . One by one, familiar surnames were constantly reported by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The surnames of the twelve hermit ancient tribes kept ringing here, and some other surnames were also mixed.

Lin Qi looked around, and most of these dead humans were of Eastern race, very few of them were Black Spirits, and the others were of Western race. Everyone's eyes widened, their mouths opened and they roared silently. The weapons in their hands, or simply their own limbs, used the cruelest and most direct means to penetrate the opponent's body, killing the opponent.

"What happened here?" Lin Qi mumbled a few times.

"Don't ask us, we don't know!" The sweet-scented osmanthus tree sighed deeply: "But a great war broke out here. There is no doubt that some humans have betrayed their blood, and they have betrayed what should not be betrayed. They are a shame. They are sins, they are sins, they must be thoroughly purified, they..."

With a heavy sigh, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree reluctantly waved countless thick rhizomes: "Now that these are useless, put their corpses in place, and then go to the control core of Heavenly Mountain. Hurry up and control Heavenly Mountain. !"

Countless cyan streamers gushed out of Lin Qi's palm, and streamers rolled up the stiff corpses and placed them neatly side by side. No matter which of them is a ‘good guy’ or a ‘bad guy’, they are all lying there at the moment, with no breath.

One after another weapons that kept emitting screams were rolled up by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, Shengxianchi unceremoniously refined and purified these weapons thoroughly, and then input them to Tu Junaxe. Lin Qi felt Tu Junaxe's trembling constantly, his temperature getting higher and higher, as if a volcano was brewing inside Tu Junaxe, and terrifying power might erupt at any time.

Lin Qi continued to move forward. On the huge silver pillars in front, large groups of humans fell to the ground. Their bodies were in shattered condition, and everyone seemed to have been ravaged by hundreds of swords. Their bodies were in tatters, and many of them were almost shattered.

Especially some people's bodies have been cut off by the waist, but they seem to have been so badly injured. The upper body still climbed a long distance on the ground, so that their upper and lower bodies were separated, and there was a long bloodstain in the middle.

Lin Qi saw a black spirit burly man whose body was cut open with his weak ribs. His upper body crawled over a distance of more than 100 meters, and his hands slammed into the thighs of a middle-aged man with a face like iron plates. . The black spirit man's palm cut into the middle-aged man's thigh from behind, and protruded from the front of his thigh.

The middle-aged man with a shocked face was holding a small thorn sword in the style of a dark elf and pierced into the heart of a young man from behind. And the young man's face became pitch black, and his body was obviously infested by the poison on the stabbing sword, and he turned around with difficulty, and a strange machete in his hand smashed into the back. The forehead of a middle-aged man.

Lin Qi stood beside these three, carefully analyzing their movements. The young man who was attacked from behind fell down in front of a super-level master **** of the multi-armed Secret Demon family with a hundred heads and thousands of arms. Looking at the physical injuries of the super-level master god, it was clear that this young man was killed with a clean knife. .

If it were not for a sneak attack from behind, this young man might not have fallen here.

And the middle-aged man who succeeded in the sneak attack, if it weren't for the black spirit man who gritted his teeth and blasted his thigh with the palm of his hand, the young man's counterattack before death might have been impossible to touch one of his hair.

"The young man who was attacked is called Ximen Yijie!" Osmanthus tree said slowly: "His physical condition is very strange. His qi veins and meridians are a hundred times more flexible than ordinary people, so he can burst out all the power of his body in an instant. , Unleashing a lethality that far exceeds the existence of the same tier thousands of times!"

"Leopard... Ancestor?" Lin Qi clicked his mouth. The Ximen Panther clan, their attack method is a fierce blow that is like fireworks. This is their biggest feature, and it is also the horror talent that makes them the strongest assassin of the twelve ancient clan.

On Frost Leaf Island, Lin Qi had seen a leopard clan take action, an ordinary saint who, after a short period of fortune, was able to explode a terrifying blow that was almost a demigod! That really gorgeous attack, like a falling star, was enough to make any enemy standing in front of the Ximen Leopard Clan fearful.

Lin Qi squatted beside the slain Secret Demon Clan. He carefully checked his body, and the hapless Super-Order Lord God was killed by a single blow. A fierce and unusual blade opened his eyebrows, shattered his brain, completely annihilated his spirit and spirit, and directly wiped out all his vitality.

Lin Qi couldn't imagine how dazzling the blow that the ancestor Ximen, who was killed in a surprise attack, broke was so dazzling. A super-rank master **** was killed by him with a single blow, like a sledgehammer killing a chicken. If it weren't for the Ximen clan, there would be a short period of strength after a blow, perhaps he would not be attacked by the middle-aged man behind him.

Slowly pulled out the stabbing sword that pierced into the heart of Simon Yijie. This black translucent stabbing sword made a sizzling sound like a viper, and the blade was like a twisted cane. Turning around and facing Lin Qi's palm was a sword.

The rhizome of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree swiftly lashed out and slammed on this evil thorn sword. A wailing sounded, black flames spurted out of the stabbing sword, and then the sweet-scented osmanthus tree rolled up the dagger without hesitation and threw it into the Shengxianchi.

The white flames rolled from the Shengxianchi, and the sticky flames wrapped the stabbing sword, burning it to squeak and screaming, and quickly wiped out its intelligence and refined it into a ball White metal solution.

"Traitor!" The rhizome of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree swept across the coat of arms on the chest of the middle-aged man: "Nan Xian! Should he be of the same race as Nan Tian?"

Lin Qi didn't say a word, he just swung Tu Jun's axe and chopped off the head of the middle-aged man. Kicked the head of the middle-aged man far away, Lin Qi kept the body of Ximen Yijie in the space ring, and then pieced the two ends of the black spirit man together to form a piece with Ximen Yijie. Jie stood side by side.

Recovering the corpse of the super-level main **** of the multi-armed secret demon clan, Lin Qi continued forward with a gloomy face.

There was no longer any corpse of the archangel in front of him, and there were dense human corpses everywhere. They either died together on the silver pillars, or entangled each other and immersed in the crystal clear water. Their faces were different, either frightened, or horrified, or desperate, or in a hideous and vicious smile, suddenly there was a trace of fear that was extremely unbelievable.

At least tens of millions of humans died here, and the strength they showed made Lin Qi almost fainted in horror.

He saw a brawny man with a barely shaved scalp, bare knotted muscles, and a **** strange creature's body that was forcibly torn apart in one hand. And a girl with a beautiful face blasted into his heart with a punch from behind him, and punched the man who was still powerful and domineering even after death.

But this girl did not end well. A big man whose left arm was chopped off, and two thighs were cut off with an axe slashed at the back of her heart. The axe as big as a wheel penetrated her body, instantly All her life was wiped out.

Just beside these few people, a handsome young man who was born with a yushu tree facing the wind and felt like a green bamboo in a blizzard, beside him lay hundreds of strangely born corpses of fallen gods. These fallen gods, formed by combining certain limbs of insects and wild beasts with humans, were cut to pieces by the fierce sword aura, and sprays of blood even spurted thousands of meters away.

But the handsome young man finally fell under a heavy iron rod, and the one holding the iron rod was surprisingly a young man who was born exactly like that young man, who was obviously his twin brother. The young man who was sneak attacked and killed turned his head to look at his brother in disbelief. Countless years have passed. The shock and heartache on his face, like an insect sealed in amber, has persisted until now.

And the young man with a grinning face holding an iron pestle was pierced by a huge bone spear. I don’t know where the blood-colored bone spear came from and plunged into the back of his heart, and the bone spear was born. After countless hair-like bone spurs, densely packed bone spurs protruded from this young man's body, cutting his body just like a hedgehog. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to come to the starting point (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my biggest motivation.)

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