I'm Really A Newcomer

The past and future stretch out in the dry wasteland, and the world becomes extremely vivid.

The punch was fierce, and the blood exploded in the swirling hot gravel.

The wasteland was filled with afterimages and the sound of Huo Qubing and Yan Du fighting through the air.

The fantasy world is too fantastic, with gorgeous sword lights and monstrous fires at every turn.

But who the hell wants that kind of bells and whistles? All that's left in the yellow sand is moving flesh and blood and a resonating spirit.

The spring, summer, autumn and winter of the years and the sun, moon and stars they had seen flowed through the veins of the three of them. Jiang Mian had never had such a hearty feeling, as if there were crackling firecrackers exploding in his mind.

Brain, what is a brain... The brains are all over the floor.

Countless fantasies and countless inspirations escaped from the broken film. They were everywhere, dancing and dancing around.

Jiang Mian's face was flushed, as if he was drunk.

He was still immersed in drunkenness, and Yan Du's eyes could be seen on the screen.

Silvery, and dyed with excited bright red.

There were big beads of sweat on her eyelashes, and there was a faint scar on her cheek.

The soul is separated from the body and the soul travels in the human world.

No matter how crazy, no matter how weird. Any idea or combination can be realized from their hands. The consistency was astonishing. The wasteland was filled with raging sandstorms, but there was no sandstorm left in the eyes of the two madmen.

The sky seemed to be mixed with orange-red paint, and Liulan climbed up the ridge.

Fog flooded the peak, and the streets were deserted at three in the morning.

The world shouldn't be so ordinary, the world shouldn't be so ordinary!

The lights were dim, and there was only one young man left in the closed room, looking at a computer with a black screen.

He stroked the keyboard, his hands shaking.

No one can defeat him. As long as he wants to, no one can defeat him. This is how it should be...

That must be the case!

Jiang Mian jumped from one land to another, his soul drowning in endless darkness.

Blurred, unreal, as if not in this world.

Yan Du punched Huo Qubing's armor one after another. Unlike before, Jiang Mian's mental body was also suffering great trauma.

Punch after punch, real feedback, he and Huo Qubing were truly fighting side by side.

Jiang Mian's facial features were bleeding with colorful blood, and his body was erratic.

The world is like countless points, and the world is like countless intertwined colored lines.

Huo Qubing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Jiang Mian definitely couldn't do this. He also existed.

He was drunk, and his internal organs seemed to be filled with alcohol instead of blood.

There was blood on his face, and it crawled up his limbs like worms.

Huo Qubing frowned, he was in his prime, and his life was a hymn to mankind.

He looked at the sky and the distance, and the familiar sounds of wind and shouts filled his ears.

"kill!"

Plant the flag of the Han Dynasty in the enemy's territory!

Are you nostalgic? The morning sun rising slowly from the sound of horns that resounded throughout the world was also getting drunk in the camp.

Seal the wolf to live in Xu Mountain, meditate in Guyan, and climb the vast sea... There is still a lot I can do, there is a lot I can do... Who the hell is scared!

"Tell me who the hell is scared!"

Huo Qubing punched Yan Du in the face, causing him to writhe in the rolling yellow sand.

Yandu stood up unsteadily from the sand, his silver eyes filled with terrifying bloodshot eyes.

Is it the soul imprint that drives him? This is what he desires. He has been waiting in front of the Temple of Sin for nearly a thousand years. Two people who lived thousands of years ago, burdened with the weight of history, were fighting, and their thoughts were burning fiercely.

From night to day, from sunrise to sunset.

Dark and glorious.

Wind, sand, blood.

Sun and moon, people and shadows.

In the spiritual land, that spiritual land that will never exist again, tens of thousands of people are prostrate and tens of thousands of people are singing loudly.

Amid the roaring mountains and tsunami, the trembling of the earth and the shaking of the mountains, Yan Du raised the gilded statue high while countless people looked up at him.

He also wants stronger, supreme authority, peerless treasures, friendship, love, and the rough sea. Nothing can restrain him. He passed many vibrant planets along the way, as well as the skeletons of planets wandering in the universe.

Where is Jiuchuan? Where is the realm of gods more powerful than him?

Decay, how could this planet become completely rotten so quickly!

Ye Jingzhe, Su Tang, Akalina, Eriksson, Tianwulong... are too weak, like ants that can be seen everywhere. Is this the ultimate? He had a premonition that fate was calling him. This legendary land would give birth to a human being comparable to a god!

Right before your eyes!

Jiang Mian punched Yan Du in the face.

Everything in the world, all the world, runs through Huo Qubing's body and Jiang Mian's body.

No one can stop him anymore. As long as he wants, a bright rose can bloom in the deserted wasteland.

The scarecrow was instantly annihilated in the flow of time and space, and the mark of his soul gnawed at Yandu's body.

Huo Qubing's body gradually disappeared from Jiang Mian's body.

Liu Wuer, Li Guang, Xin Qiji, Huo Qubing.

They returned to the Soul River, and behind Jiang Mian was an orange-red Soul River.

Jiang Mian looked at Yan Du quietly, and he smiled faintly.

Yandu wants to die proud.

Jiang Mian wanted him to die proudly.

After committing suicide, Yandu's body turned into countless moving points of light.

The shackles of the three people were completely shattered in the world.

Jiang Mian, Huo Qubing, Yandu.

They woke up from their dreams, but only Jiang Mian's limbs were shackled with new shackles.

Cosmic shackles.

The bloody Jiang Mian suddenly calmed down and wiped the blood from his face.

Jiang Mian looked back and saw that there were many people on the long river that stretched across the sky.

Jiang Mian suddenly realized that he had never met them before, but he recognized them all.

The soul that has stood for thousands of years reflects with them, Jiang Mian is ready.

"Thank you." Jiang Mian said softly.

He continued to move forward in the wasteland.

Suddenly, a large and continuous army appeared in front of them.

The army that "rebelled" Chu Yu's country was so majestic that it looked like it was going to swallow up the sun and the moon.

Jiang Mian stopped. He also knew some English.

"Jiang Mian!" Samuel looked at the scarred Jiang Mian and laughed excitedly.

The wind cannot penetrate this iron-blooded army.

"Are you going to kill me?" Jiang Mian said softly.

Although far away, the sound reaches every part of the world.

…

Countless people in Jiuchuan raised their heads, listening to the oracle of the new god.

Erikson, who was far away at the White Rock Base, was so frightened that his pupils constricted.

A silver aircraft headed towards Yucheng Airport from the sky above the Moon Clan.

"Hahahahahaha!!"

"Kill!" Samuel raised his weapon and looked crazy.

"kill!!"

"kill!!!!!"

The sound of killing shook the sky.

Jiang Mian raised his hand calmly.

Everything was silent.

He gently erased Samuel and this army from the world, and then continued to move forward with lowered eyes.