Farmer: Plant strange fire at the beginning and sell devil fruits

Zhang Laodao looked at Meng Xing confidently and calmly.

As long as Meng Xing's blood is sprinkled on the yellow talisman, the stone statue in the office will become as extraordinary as the "Greedy Evil" and "Jealous Evil".

Zhang Laodao can use the magic of inviting ghosts to invite the president of the Hunter Guild.

At that time, Zhang Laodao will obtain all the power of Meng Xing.

Zhang Laodao had made a good calculation. If he gained Meng Xing's power, his injuries would be healed.

Zhang Laodao's most powerful thing is not his supernatural powers, but his spiritual skills.

He could reach the top of Xia Kingdom by relying on spiritual skills alone. What if he gained the power of the president?

In his heyday, Zhang Laodao possessed the power of the most powerful awakened person in the world. Zhang Laodao was somewhat confident that he could kill my emperor!

Meng Xing didn't say a word, looking at Zhang Laodao's shadow coldly, his body gradually being swallowed up by darkness.

Zhang Laodao became anxious:

"Why don't you commit suicide?

Even if you die, Pindao can still use half a month to summon your soul!

But this poor disciple is going to die in Changbai Mountain!

Don't waste time! "

Zhang Laodao's heart is very poisonous.

When he knew he couldn't control the overall situation, he changed his mind.

He wants to cleanse the world with the hands of monsters and let all the awakened people die.

Clean up the universe and make the world no longer extraordinary.

Let the world return to the way it was before the monsters came.

This is true peace!

However, he still couldn't worry about Zhang Xiaoyi.

He no longer waits for half a month to summon the president's soul. He wants to get the president's power immediately and solve the problem. Long live our emperor!

However, Meng Xing did not give him this chance, and Meng Xing was completely swallowed by darkness.

The yellow talisman lost its spirituality and dissipated.

The six demonic shadows in the sky also became dim.

This move almost used up all the spiritual energy in the world.

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The roar in the entire sky stopped, as if there was a moment of terrible silence!

The whole world fell into silence.

Li Yao said dullly:

"Is it over?"

A breeze blew by, and ashes rolled on the ground, but there was no other sound.

The flames on the mountain were extinguished.

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The heads of public security bureaus who watched the battle in Changbai Mountain through satellites all opened their eyes, trying to find clues in the devastated Changbai Mountain.

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Temple of God.

The archbishops whispered, and then walked calmly outside the temple. Facing a dozen S-level demons, they were prepared to die.

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Security Bureau, Office.

Zhang Laodao stretched his neck, supported the magic case, and looked at the big screen with despair.

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Baishan City.

Guo Lei, who was covered in scars, stared at Changbai Mountain. After a moment, he burst into tears:

"Brother, I'm a fucking loser!"

Bai Mo calmly coaxed the troubled Guo Yi in his arms.

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In Nanhai City.

Ye Yunyun, Zhu Dajun, and Yang Qingyun looked in the direction of Changbai Mountain in horror.

The Jade Rabbit, Dou Yubo, sat on the ground dejectedly.

The Qinglian Earth Core Fire in their minds disappeared.

The unaware soul boy roared angrily:

"What happen to you guys!

Fight! Fight!

The monster is coming! "

Zhu Dajun, the Jade Rabbit, looked at the soul boy silently, then roared in unison and rushed towards the group of monsters like crazy.

Ye Yunyun left the battlefield without saying a word, came to Jinmu Cafe, pursed her lips, made a cup of coffee, and placed it next to the window.

She sat down quietly, leaning her head against the window, and shed tears.

Everything in the outside world has nothing to do with her.

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Mengxing courtyard.

Ye Chen sighed and touched Nie Xiaoyu's head:

"Go and put incense sticks for your master, and come back as soon as you go for your master."

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Old town, Chinese-style villa.

Meng Shuang leaned against the wall dejectedly:

"It's over, it's over, it's all over."

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In the void, Meng Xing looked at his broken body and slowly closed his eyes.

Coldness came from all directions, and his consciousness gradually sank into true darkness.

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Changbai Mountain.

The demonic power of Long Live My Emperor makes the whole world darken.

It started to rain.

The administrators looked at each other, Zhang Xiaoyi sat on the ground at a loss, the fog had dissipated.

The shouts of killing that resounded through the mountains and fields stopped abruptly as their throats were strangled.

Opposite the hunters, overwhelming monsters roared upwards in excitement.

Sumanman took off the headset, slipped the tablet in his hand, covered his mouth, and all the strength in his body was taken away, and he sat down on the ground.

Wei Na stared at the sky blankly, and the ice spear in her hand fell to the ground and fell into pieces.

"This... what is going on... the president is dead?"

"Is the president dead?"

Someone asked, but no one answered.

The hunters silently retreated toward their position.

I don’t know how long it took, but sobbing came from the hunter camp.

It rained heavily and wet the clothes of the hunters.

The hunters who had gone through countless life-and-death missions sat on the ground like children, crying.

Those sounds were like needles, penetrating through the skin and flesh, reaching directly to the internal organs.

There is always such a sad and gloomy rain that scatters hundreds of thousands of dreams in the world.

The sheriffs and city defense officers at the foot of the mountain looked at Changbai Mountain with their mouths wide open.

"What's going on? Have we lost?"

Someone started singing in the army, and more and more people joined in.

They carried heavy weapons and walked towards Changbai Mountain on foot.

At this moment, the faith of the race was unprecedentedly cohesive.

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Several modified heavy trucks were running on the road to Changbai Mountain, and the leading truck suddenly braked.

A hunter with a frightened face got off the car.

【Boxer】Wang Yang.

"What's wrong? What's wrong? Is the president dead?"

He was like a parrot who had just learned to speak, asking and confirming everything he saw.

When he walked in front of a car, the man wearing a clown mask punched him:

"What nonsense are you talking about!

Why stop the car!

Do you want us to fail the mission?!"

Wang Yang covered his ears and pressed against the big wheel of the heavy truck:

"It's over, it's over, the president is dead, we lost the war.

We lost, we lost, let's go home.

The president is dead, what can we do to fight the emperor?"

Wang Xu stared at Wang Yang fiercely and roared:

"I say it again! The president is not dead! We didn't lose! We didn't lose!"

Wang Yang raised his head helplessly:

"Dead, dead!"

Wang Xu punched Wang Yang in the face, and the Smurf mask was dented.

He grabbed Wang Yang's collar and stared at him with bloodshot eyes:

"The president is not dead! Not dead!

As long as the president is not dead, we won't lose!

You, if you say he is dead again, I will kill you!"

Wang Xu pulled out the dagger from his waist.

He was not angry, not loyal, but fearful.

"Stop! Are you crazy?!"

[Scalpel] Du Yangming quickly threw out three thin lines, knocked down Wang Xu's dagger, and tied Wang Xu's hands tightly.

Wang Xu stared and struggled desperately:

"Let me go! Let me go! Let me kill this bastard who spread rumors!

How could the president die? How could the president die!

I... My students are not married yet!

How could humans lose!!!"

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ps: I suggest saving the next few chapters.