Civilization Invasion: Yaoshou, All The Time-Travelers Have Returned

"Um, I did this?"

Dad Heng touched his nose. The strength of Jin Danqi can easily set off a tornado?

Then the Nascent Soul is still not allowed to take off and bear the power of becoming a god?

The tornado grew from small to large, and the dust and leaves on the ground were sucked into it, and it hit the three people on the opposite side along with the bullets.

"What did he do! How did this tornado form?" The two boys had never seen this battle before. The AK bullets in their hands were shot out as if they were free, but unfortunately they were absorbed by the tornado one by one.

Their faces became paler, and their bodies were vaguely affected by the suction of the tornado. They unconsciously took a few steps forward. The tornado became bigger and wider, from one or two meters at the beginning to more than ten meters in their eyes. High, seven or eight meters wide.

The suction force was comparable to a magnet. The two younger brothers were sucked into the tornado together with the seriously injured eldest brother. They were devastated and there were many items inside. Tables, chairs and benches left scars on their bodies.

The strong wind pressure made them unable to speak and they endured everything silently.

The bullets they fired before now turned into a reminder. In the next second, their bullets passed through the bodies of the three people, and they were instantly beaten into a hornet's nest. Heng Ma turned her head away from the bloody scene.

A feeling of vomiting arose spontaneously, but she suppressed it forcefully.

After a while, the three of them were transformed into human beings by various objects and slowly decomposed.

The tornado was originally the color of dust, but now it is blood red!

It seemed like a bloodthirsty mouth, constantly devouring the surrounding buildings.

When Dad Heng saw it, he quickly took action and struck out with all his strength without using any laws or energy of heaven and earth.

There was an explosion in the air, and invisible fluctuations came out in series. The ground seemed to be pressed by something, and dirt flew from in front of Dad Heng, forming a muddy ravine.

Rush straight into the bloody tornado.

boom--

The bloody tornado exploded instantly, all kinds of items inside flew up, and all directions were stained with blood.

Several buildings collapsed instantly, making a 'rumbling' sound.

Those who didn't know thought it was an earthquake.

The people around him had long since disappeared, leaving only a gully three or four meters wide, stretching for several kilometers.

"Let me go...is this the world of cultivators?"

"Husband, husband! How many levels of strength did you use?" Heng's mother ran up to him in shock and shook his father's shoulders. This was completely beyond their understanding of the golden elixir stage.

"That must be all my strength, but...I didn't use any powerful Taoist techniques or martial arts! Not even spiritual power was used, it was just physical power."

"Hiss...it seems to be the credit of my son! The skills he gave us are definitely top-notch skills."

"Haha! I guess so. Let's go and recruit a few people." Father Heng felt proud after regaining his senses.

"Okay, I just want to try what it feels like to have unlimited violent soldiers."

"Then it must be Niubo!"

"..."

The couple laughed as they walked, as if they hadn't killed someone just now. They didn't know why. If it had been before, they would never have been so calm. They might have been sick for a few days and couldn't eat.

But after becoming a cultivator, I discovered that killing people... seems to be a very normal thing.

Of course, if you kill some drug lords, the bad guys will feel less guilty!

...

Golden Three Fruits, in a certain forest.

There are dozens of thatched houses made of trees, with heavy-fire machine guns everywhere, and a tank in the center.

Angry shouting sounded from one of the thatched huts.

"What, you said my son is dead?"

A middle-aged man with stubble on his face, with blood-red eyes, stared at the person in front of him who came to report the message.

This is an old man with short legs, a haggard face, holding an old crutch, and wearing rags. A peculiar smell comes from him.

Hearing this roar, the old man's last leg gave way and he fell to the ground.

Begging for mercy again and again: "Yes, General Zhamu! I am here to report the news, please don't kill me!"

"Okay! Please tell me carefully... Someone actually dares to touch my son in my territory!"

"Yes...the ones who killed him were a couple who looked to be in their forties! They had oriental faces and I couldn't understand what they were saying. He waved his hand and formed a tornado, which swept your son into the wind and tore him apart."

"You mean, a couple in their forties with oriental faces can form a tornado with just a wave of their hands, and that's how my son was killed by them?"

When Zhamu heard this, his originally furious face suddenly darkened, and he questioned every word.

Some soldiers standing around had a strange look on their faces. Although they knew that returnees had appeared in this world, they did not know what the specific abilities of the returnees were.

"Yes, the place is at Sahun Bazaar!"

"Okay, you still know them, right?"

"We know each other, but...me." The old man hesitated to speak.

Zhamu saw that this old man was afraid of death, so he took out five gold bars and threw them in front of him, and said coldly: "Lead the way, and I will give you five more gold bars afterwards."

Hearing this, the old man's hesitant heart began to waver. Finally, he gritted his teeth and picked up the gold bars on the ground, and said decisively: "Yes! I am willing to lead you. They should not have gone far yet."

"Okay!" There was a hint of coldness in Zhamu's eyes. He knew that these were all his own. He turned to the soldiers beside him and said, "Everyone gather together! A few people stay behind and give me the tanks, heavy machine guns, etc." Take it with you, I want to see the blind son who dares to kill me."

"yes!!"

...

Another place.

Father Heng and Mother Heng didn't know anything about it, so they came to a farmer's field and said to everyone who was working: "Which of you is free? I will give you some thermal weapons."

The man who was working paused, and everyone was stunned after hearing this.

What, are you sending us thermal weapons?

Please, we are good people!

After a few people heard it, regardless of whether it was true or not, they put down the poppies in their hands and hurriedly ran to Father Heng and Mother Heng. They were naked, with missing arms and legs everywhere, and some looked to be in their mid-twenties, seventeen or eighteen years old.

"Okay, line up and get them one by one!"

Father Heng instigated everyone, and Mother Heng took out two AKs from nowhere and handed them to a young man in front of him who looked honest and honest.

When he got it, his pupils shrank, this cold touch, this weight... it was real!

He nodded to the people behind him to express his affirmation.

Heng Ma also refused to accept anyone who came, with a smile on her face like a flower.

Hands held out large and small items.

Cold reminders kept ringing in my mind.

[Ding, congratulations on giving away an AK-47, and you will get a hundredfold return. 】

[Please select the quantity: 1, get one hundred ak-47. 】

[Please select quality: 2 to get an artifact ak-47 fire unicorn]

Heng Ma blinked, and the weapon she handed out paused in mid-air... The indigenous boy who was reaching out to take it paused. He couldn't take it. He would regret it if he didn't take it. It was impossible to grab it.

Heng Ma silently chose 'quality', a look of joy flashed in her eyes, and she handed the weapon out with a smile.