Heroic Soul: Drunken Qianqiu

In the base, Zhao Wenlong was half-lying on the sofa with a cigarette in his mouth, his chest rising and falling, and his eyes calmly looking out the window, not knowing what he was thinking.

"Dong dong dong..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in," he said casually.

After saying this, the door was gently pushed open, and Feng Chengyun walked in wearing casual clothes with a smile. However, Zhao Wenlong had no idea about this.

"What else?"

Zhao Wenlong asked without looking back.

Feng Chengyun smiled and said slowly, "Old Zhao, I'm here and you don't even give me a pot of hot water?"

Hearing this, Zhao Wenlong stood up suddenly and laughed loudly when he saw the visitor.

Damn it, that thing that even a dog won’t drink is poured out too early. You should wait a little longer before pouring it out.

He put out the cigarette butt without leaving a trace, and asked Feng Chengyun to sit down, grinning.

"Hi, Lao Feng, look at you, you didn't even say a word when you came, so I could pick you up at the door."

Standard polite sentences.

Seemingly realizing that something was missing, he shouted loudly to the door, "Xiao Wang, bring the tea quickly, yes, that bag is from 1982."

Feng Chengyun smiled helplessly and sat quietly aside, watching how this guy performed.

After a while, the door was pushed open again, and Xiao Wang walked in with a bag of tea and a pot of hot water.

He first nodded to Feng Chengyun as a greeting, then ran to Zhao Wenlong and whispered, "Chief, if there are no 82-year-old tea, the 82-year-old tea will have expired long ago."

Zhao Wenlong frowned, this was just trying to undermine him, and he quickly waved his hand to send Xiao Wang away.

"Ahem..."

He picked up the teapot and personally made a cup of tea for Feng Chengyun. He smiled and said, "Come on, Old Feng, try it. It's a limited edition. I usually can't bear to drink it..."

limited edition?

The one with a limited edition of several billion packs a year?

After taking the tea and taking a sip, Feng Chengyun froze immediately and immediately put the teacup on the table.

It was not soaked and it hurt my teeth very much...

However, Zhao Wenlong doesn't care about that. If he wants to drink tea, he must drink tea here and he is not allowed to go anywhere.

Looking at Zhao Wenlong's "honest" smile, Feng Chengyun frowned slightly. He didn't know what kind of gourd the other party was selling for a while, but the only thing that was certain was that this guy wasn't holding anything back...

…

"Roar…"

"Jiejiejie..."

Ghosts cry and wolves howl.

South of the base, the place of trial.

The tomb of Huangquan is full of ghosts and ghosts.

Figures exuding black energy wandered in twos and threes on the desolate land. From time to time, they would dislike each other, and several fights would occur.

There is a threat, but not much.

As long as there is not a large-scale spiritual tide rushing towards the base, then everything is under the rules of "truth". Therefore, at the moment of the sudden change in Mingxu, Zhao Wenlong ordered all the defenders to evacuate and garrison near the base. After all, there was such a great god inside, and it was useless to defend him. As for the two precious little geniuses, they were also called back to avoid dying in a corner.

As a result, the trial place at this moment can be said to be "peaceful" without wind or waves.

"Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah ah, insert the mark, and sell the first one,"

"If you go here, you will never come back~"

Tomb city.

The familiar opera was played again, with five figures of Shengdan, Jingmochou standing on the stage, waving to each other.

Stepping in all directions, twisting flower fingers, the lights are bright and the willows are green.

Everything seems to be the same as before, but if you look closely, you will find that they are empty and have no substance, just like puppets on strings.

Under the stage, the phantom of Dazhu Kingdom appeared, just watching quietly, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

Opera is a good thing. We have been fighting for so many years. Now if we enjoy it, no one will object.

Of course, no one dared to object.

Just when everything was calm, suddenly, a roaring sound came from outside the city.

Rumble, rumble...

Houses collapsed, the ground shook and rocks trembled, smoke and dust rose, and black smoke billowed, as if the end was coming.

Outside the city, crazy demons danced wildly, ghosts roared, and the noise instantly overwhelmed the opera. Goulan was not as good as Goulan, so there was no point in listening to the music.

Dazhuguo's eyes narrowed, his aura became more and more harsh, he stood up and looked coldly outside the city.

"Ah!"

He sneered, after so many years, no one dared to interrupt his elegance, no matter who it was!

"Roar!"

"Jiejiejie..."

Outside the city, tens of thousands of figures emerged, and the black air condensed into substance. It was a veritable smog. The battle was more than ten times worse than the zombie siege.

Dense rays of light gathered together, looking towards the city in unison, and those gazes were full of enthusiasm and madness.

If the spiritual power circle is a holy place for heroic souls to practice, then this tomb city is a feng shui treasure land that evil spirits dream of. The magic circle serves as a protection and gathers the black energy of heaven and earth. The conditions are not very good.

Looking at each other, several evil spirits quickly rushed towards the city with laughter and dancing.

Before, the other evil spirits might have been hesitant, but when they saw a few people rushing in, they immediately lost their minds and rushed towards the city desperately.

Zombie siege.

"boom!"

Suddenly, a terrifying aura came from the city, and then, the deadly pressure swept over the surrounding area.

"Bang bang bang..."

In an instant, dozens of figures closest to the city gate exploded and turned into clouds of black gas.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, and even most of the evil spirits did not react and still rushed forward uncontrollably.

At this time, a long-lasting voice that spanned history sounded, and along with the terrifying pressure, it instantly enveloped the minds of all the evil spirits present.

"I'm very unhappy..."

boom!

As soon as these words came out, I just felt that the mountains and rivers were falling, the heaven and the earth were shattering, and the thunder that destroyed everything fell above my head. All the evil spirits were trembling in their hearts and looked at the source of the sound with trembling bodies.

Fear from deep within the soul.

Before they could react, the black coffin suddenly appeared in the city and under the two-pole stage. The black energy in the coffin dispersed, and the abyss-like black energy turned into a swimming dragon and rose into the sky.

Huhuhu——

The wind is howling, the clouds are gathering, the blood moon is in the sky, the pagoda is catastrophic, the real apocalypse is coming...

The wandering dragons circled around, soared up to a hundred meters high, and converged tightly at one point, concentrating on the shape and knotting the hairsprings, gathering into the five meridians, gathering into the six meridians, and unifying the qi.

In just a few seconds, a giant standing hundreds of meters tall, wearing a general's helmet and carrying red silk on his back, appeared.

The giant has cold eyes and a murderous look on his body. He stands under the flying clouds and towers over the top of the tomb city.

It's like a king coming to this world.

boom!

The moment the giant appeared, outside the city, thousands of evil spirits had their eyes split open and lost their minds instantly. Some even lost control of their legs and fell to their knees on the ground.

"Ah!"

The giant looked indifferent, raised his arms slightly, and danced wildly in the sky with red clothes on his back, looking like a god.

"Covering the sea and facing the abyss..."

There was a whisper from hell, and then, just for a moment, the black energy in the sky gathered behind the giant, forming a curtain that stretched across the top of the clouds, tearing the sky apart.

The clouds are rolling in, covering the sky and the moon...

The potential is established, the abyss of heaven.

The next moment, the abyss pounced downwards like a blanket. The real abyss of black energy cut off all life...