Doomsday Horror Storm

Chapter 1: Taking someone by force!

The setting sun was like blood, shining in front of Yang Xuan through the door of the house, and you could see the fine dust floating away in the sunlight.

Yang Xuan stared at Yu Yao's cheek...

for a long time

for a long time

Time seems to have stopped in this thatched house...

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In the high sky of Longchen Mountain, two figures suddenly stepped out of the void, with their hands behind their backs and their clothes fluttering. They looked down at the continuous mountains below. They saw countless people the size of ants walking in the mountains, talking and laughing with each other, and everything was peaceful.

Peaceful weather.

On five of the peaks, there are majestic palaces with painted beams and carved edifices, majestic and domineering.

"This is Longchen Mountain." The old man in white robe smiled and said: "This planet has a 'planet guardian'. If we kill too many animals, we may be hunted down. Don't be unable to hold back."

The square-faced old man smiled and said: "Don't worry, senior brother, I have a sense of proportion." After saying that, he turned to look at the towering Zichen Peak and said condescendingly: "Everyone, listen, hand Yang Xuan over, otherwise he will be killed without mercy."

This voice, as plain and indifferent as a god, surged through the entire Longchen Mountain and was clearly transmitted to everyone's ears. For a moment, everyone looked up in shock and discovered two uninvited guests in the sky.

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At the same time, all the major base cities around the world were in an uproar. All the senior personnel of the base cities gathered in the monitoring room and saw the two old men in white robes on the screen.

The huge guild in Yuxuan Pavilion can cause countless people to tremble with every move they make. Naturally, there are many base cities monitoring Longchenshan's every move using satellites at all times. Therefore, the actions of the two white-robed old men suddenly attracted everyone's attention.

Notice.

"Who are these two old men? They are so bold that they can even provoke Yuxuan Pavilion. Could they be from the New World?"

"Looking at their temperament, they don't look like ordinary people."

Temperament is a kind of spirit. A person who stays up all night long has a lack of energy and can be seen at a glance. A person who is refreshed and refreshed means that he is full of energy and can also be seen.

You can tell how strong a person is just by his temperament.

Amid everyone's discussion, several figures flew out from the five peaks, namely Ye Feng, Wang Chen, Wang Zhen and others, as well as venerables such as Ao Zhan and Elder Heng.

"Who is here?" Ao Zhan said in a deep voice. He now looks much more restrained than before, more calm and less irritable. His strength has also improved by leaps and bounds, with 2500 times the strength.

"You're an ant, you don't deserve to ask me, tell Yang Xuan to come out, otherwise your place will become a river of blood," the square-faced old man said coldly.

Ao Zhan clenched his fists, and there was a trace of anger in his eyes, but he also saw that these two old men were not easy to mess with, so he suppressed his anger and said in a deep voice: "Who sent you here?"

The square-faced old man frowned, and the air around him suddenly condensed. Ao Zhan's arm turned into a ball of blood mist with a bang and exploded.

"Crip one of your arms to teach me a lesson. If you continue to talk nonsense, prepare for the funeral."

Cold sweat trickled down Ao Zhan's forehead, and the severe pain on his arm made him bite his lip. He quickly took out a bottle of the source of life and drank it. In a moment, a new arm grew out of the one that exploded.

"Huh?" A trace of surprise flashed in the square-faced old man's eyes, "On a mortal planet, there is such a potion?"

The old man in white robe frowned slightly and said: "Hand over the man."

Ye Feng took a step forward and Ling Ran said: "No matter who you are, you will never take Brother Yang away today. You will never be allowed to harm him."

The old man in white robe smiled slightly, and Ye Feng was knocked away by a soft and strong force, and he was hit from China to the North Pole. If he had used strong force, Ye Feng's body would have been turned into powder.

Everyone was horrified.

Ye Feng's strength was at least 3000 times stronger. He didn't even have the strength to fight back and was knocked away by the white-robed old man. Such terrifying strength was beyond their ability to resist.

"You are not from Earth," Wang Zhen suddenly said in a deep voice.

The old man in white robe smiled slightly and said: "Not bad"

"Did Yang Xuan offend you?" Wang Chen said angrily.

The old man in white robe said calmly: "You should know that Huaiyu is guilty. An ant should not take things that do not belong to him, otherwise he will suffer the disaster like now."

Wang Chen was so angry that he cracked his fists, wishing to tear the two of them into pieces, but his strength was not much stronger than Ye Feng's, and he had more than enough ambition but not enough power.

"What? You still don't want to surrender?" the square-faced old man frowned.

A vast coercion enveloped the entire Longchen Mountain. All those who had not reached 500 times the strength knelt down one after another, as if they had seen gods, their bodies trembled, and their hearts were frightened.

saint

A synonym for tyranny

transcendental

If these two people hit someone and exert pressure on someone, just one thought can make a person of Ye Feng's level go to pieces.

Not to mention that the difference in artistic conception is so huge, in terms of strength alone, the two old men have hundreds of thousands times, while Ye Feng and the others only have a few thousand times. They are not on the same level at all.

After reaching the saint realm, there are three realms:

Enlightenment state

Transformation realm

Creation of Dao Realm

Each realm is divided into ten levels

The square-faced old man is at the peak of the tenth level of enlightenment. He has almost realized the essence of the power of rules.

Of these three realms, the Enlightenment realm is equivalent to learning to drive, and the Transformation realm represents being able to repair a car and assemble it as long as there are parts and props.

The Tao Creation Realm is the most difficult realm to create your own rules among many regulations. Among millions of saints and strong men, only one person at most can reach the Tao Creation Realm.

As for the realm of immortality above, one thought creates one world, which is indescribably powerful...

The old man in white robe is the senior brother of the old man with a square face. He is also in the realm of enlightenment, but he has already half-stepped into the realm of transformation. An expert once predicted that within three thousand years, the old man in white robe will truly enter the realm of transformation.

For a strong saint, 3000 years can pass by with just a snap of a finger. Each saint has a lifespan of 100,000 years. Each time his cultivation level increases, his power will increase by one star, and his lifespan will also increase by 10,000 years.

If nothing unexpected happens, the old man in white robe will be nailed to the realm of transformation, and at that time, even in the Tianxing Realm, he can become a member of the elders there, with a transcendent status.

As for now...

These two brothers are just small hall masters. Their status in the Tianxing Realm is equivalent to the helmsman of the Blood Dragon Hall of Yuxuan Pavilion. Although they are above ordinary people, they do not even have the right to speak at the top.

However, even a person who is at the first level of Enlightenment can destroy the planet with a flip of his hand, and his majesty is supreme.

"Hand it over," the square-faced old man said coldly.

In one word, it is the rule

Wang Chen and others felt their bodies tremble and almost knelt down. This was no longer just an order, but an invisible force that made their bodies and hearts want to surrender.

However, Wang Chen and others were extremely determined in their minds. Cold sweat broke out on their foreheads, but they still gritted their teeth and persisted, seeming rather willing to die than surrender.

"Huh?" A trace of surprise flashed across the square-faced old man's eyes, he frowned and waved his hand.

With this wave, there was a roaring sound, and a majestic force bombarded the crowd below. With a bang, a towering mountain was turned into ashes with this wave, not even the slag was left.

A big hole appeared out of thin air, and the people on the mountain were turned into ashes in an instant. But fortunately it was daytime, and most of the people went out hunting and had not come back yet. Therefore, the people who stayed on the mountain were not

Many, only a few hundred.

Even so, when Wang Chen and others saw this scene, they were shocked and filled with rage. Their eyes were about to burst, and they stared at the square-faced old man, wishing to tear him into pieces with their eyes.

"You still don't want to hand it over?" The square-faced old man had a cold smile on his lips and slowly raised his hand.

Everyone knew that if Yang Xuan was not handed over, how many people would die if this palm was struck.

Wang Chen and others clenched their fists, and their chests were about to explode. If it had been them, they would have stood up long ago. But when they thought of Yang Xuan's hunched back, the dying hero, they couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness in their hearts.

"It's really a cheap bone." The square-faced old man snorted coldly, and slapped it with a palm. All the energy in the surroundings seemed to be forcibly absorbed by this palm, forming a white light palm print, which was pressed towards the earth with a bang.

This palm print is extremely huge. If it is blasted down like this, several nearby hills will be reduced to ashes.

Wang Chen and others shouted angrily, and the colorful energy rushed forward, like a sword, hitting the palm of Baiguang's hand.

"court death"

The square-faced old man sneered, and the white light palm suddenly became more powerful, and he slapped it down at once. The colorful lights collapsed one after another, like a mantis' arm blocking a car, vulnerable to a single blow.

Wang Chen and others groaned and stepped back a few feet, with blood spilling from the corners of their mouths. However, everyone's expressions became more ferocious, and they were roaring and ready to rush forward to fight for their lives.

at this time……

Poof

A ray of golden light shot out from the depths of Longchen Mountain, instantly defeating the white light palm, and the golden light also dissipated.

The face of the square-faced old man changed slightly. Although he struck casually and did not use even one-tenth of his strength, it was still not something that a person from this mortal planet could defeat.

"唳——"

A sharp and loud roar sounded from the valley below and soared into the sky. Many people with less than 500 times the strength covered their ears in pain, feeling as uncomfortable as someone using a knife to stir their heads.

I saw a golden light rising into the sky. On the back of this golden light, there was an old man sitting. His back was stooped and his face was covered with wrinkles like a knife. There was a bit of vicissitudes in his eyes, and there was a hint of sharpness in his plain eyes.

The golden light dissipated, revealing a five-meter golden monster with twelve legs on its abdomen, sharp claws like knives, and blood-red eyes with a strong aura. On the carapace on its back, there is a pair of wings, thin cicada wings, vibrating

The frequency is extremely high, making it invisible. In addition, there are bloody secret lines all over its body, which is extremely weird.

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