Doomsday Pavilion

As the tide rises and falls, the sound of the sea beating on the beach suddenly disappears.

Several people from Huang Dashan looked towards the shore in amazement.

The members of the Black Army showed a weird, particularly obvious gloating look.

"Hey, the bosses are anxious."

"These people are pretty."

"To shut up."

Frost flowers floated around the island, and the surface of the sea instantly condensed into a blue ice layer, freezing so fast that everyone’s ears were full of the sound of rustling ice.

The strangeness of the sea extended to the direction of the Black Army's ship, and several figures jumped down from the ship and walked towards the island.

Although the waves of the sea soon easily tore the ice layer into countless pieces of giant debris, and the sea water spewed out from the cracks reached a height of several meters, but this did not affect the speed of the few people on the sea. They were almost in the blink of an eye. Arrived on the island.

"Why don't these little things be handled well? Why haven't these miscellaneous people left yet!"

In words, they were questioning Own's subordinates, but the eyes of the three were on Huang Dashan and others. Although the strength of the members of the "Sea Hunter Squad" surprised them a bit, they were only surprised.

A white-haired man, a middle-aged man with scars on his face, and a black-faced man who lowered the overall height of the black army-all three of them were of rank 6. The direct cause of caution.

Among them, the white-haired middle-aged man who made up the majority of his face but faced a younger age even frowned slightly at Huang Dashan, speaking with the same indifference as the previous black soldiers.

"This is a restricted area. The Black Army has a Class I mission. You have 10 minutes to board and leave."

Within 3 minutes, Huang Dashan, the prince of the dignified left bank, and the "prestigious" Grandpa Dashan in Mingguang Base City, choked up a second time with such similar words.

"%￥@#..."

Huang Dashan spit out a string of curse that no one understood, his eyes were red at the time, and the radiant origin of the two door-panel axe plated on the two door-panel axe suddenly dimmed. If there is nothing.

The white-haired man looked at Huang Dashan strangely,

"New to the sixth rank? Is the aura of the ranks unstable enough to be easily influenced by emotions, young man, you should stay in the bright light, recuperate and stabilize the ranks, instead of wandering aimlessly here-you I don’t have the talent to join my black army. It’s a pity that it was a Tier 6 talent before the age of 50."

The three new so-called "deputy heads" of the black army looked at each other, tugging at the corners of their mouths and barely smiling.

"???"

Click!

Huang Dashan's big axe shattered directly, and the eyeballs were so red that the whites of the eyes could not be seen at all, as if there was a mass of blood burning in the eye sockets.

"go back."

Lin Chou's hand squeezed on Huang Dashan's shoulder, making a squeaky squeaky bone sound.

"%#￥#!"

Huang Dashan opened his mouth and cursed, the scarlet in his eyes finally receded.

"call..."

In fact, even Lin Chou heaved a sigh of relief.

There is one person present at any time, and no one wants to get the manic-depressive Red Dashan out to make trouble—well, it seems that these black army sand sculptures should be excluded.

Hong Dashan is too unfriendly to the enemy or to his own people. The most terrifying thing is that there is not even a drop of wine on this broken island...

The white-haired man is inexplicable,

"You guys are doing..."

Lin Chou smiled and interrupted him directly.

"I'm saving you, um, men."

A group of big Hans from the Black Army burst out laughing.

The smile on Lin Chou's face disappeared.

"Now, I also ask you to leave immediately. I will check the time. Well, you still have one minute."

"Boy, what are you doing, do you know what you are talking about."

The white-haired man looked at Lin Chou strangely, and he didn't feel any breath of the same rank from him, whether it was the Awakener, the Upgrader or the Practitioner.

"Ah."

Lin Mei was expressionless.

Bai Qiongshou felt that it was the first time he saw this on Lin Chou's face. Well, maybe it could be described as an indifferent expression.

"Time is up," Lin Chou said, "then don't go, and shovel!"

Almost the next second, there was a bang on the sea, and the violent explosion set off soaring flames as if it could scorch the hair of everyone on the island.

The three deputy heads and all the black soldiers on the island turned their heads in amazement, staring blankly at the burning fragments of their ships falling down one after another, sand sculptures with unusual expressions.

The white-haired man twisted his neck stiffly,

"what have you done?"

"Smack~"

A highly condensed line of fire hit the palm of Lin Chou's palm, and the surging air wave exploded into a tiny source of dying glow.

I smashed this sacrificial radiance at will,

"Renovation and renovation costs are two yuan, rounded up to give you a discount, 6 million."

"Grass f*ck what the hell are you talking about!"

Four or five black army men came out and rushed directly to Lin Chou, the skyrocketing light of the source seemed to empty the surrounding air, and they each drank their own abilities.

"Fuhu!"

"Voice of Thunder!"

"Landslide!"

Among them was the scream of a white-haired man whose pupils were about to shrink to the size of a needle.

"do not..."

Huang Dashan crooked his mouth.

"You call your horse, call it useful. Daddy has long been a peerless boss."

The facts are just like what Huang Moumou said.

Lin Chou didn't even make much movement. He waved his hand casually like a fly, and several big men slammed into a solid iron mountain like a train traveling at 300 yards per hour.

Sensation, tragic, and ruins...

The audience was silent for a second.

There was an uproar, scolding everywhere, and the blink of an eye was a gang fight.

"Shut up all the fucking!"

After the white-haired man yelled at this sentence, he swallowed his saliva unconsciously.

"Lin, Lin Chou?"

Then he seemed to think of something again, and changed his name.

"Boss Lin?"

According to unreliable sources, Quan Mingguang knows that a hot man likes to be affixed with the word "boss" after his name——

The conscience of the industry is that it is really too difficult to get this kind of information on the coastline.

Most people who book Life on the coastline or the black army have always dismissed Mingguang, and almost regarded the coastline and Mingguang as the relationship between subordinates, father and son.

"Yo," Huang Dashan Yin & Yang said strangely, "It's amazing, the big man from the black army actually knows our forest? It's a great honor!"

The white-haired man was full of aggrieved faces, still trying to restore the slightly rigid situation.

"This, horseshoe crab, right? Actually, about this kind of creature, it's really not something that any evolutionary can participate in. Whether you want to believe it or not, our black army is indeed out of good intentions."

Nothing can be done, after all, the bones of all of them combined are not harder than the coastal defense wall, and the wall still has a large cluster of tree stumps growing like a target.

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