One Man’s Power

Divine power: ideology and energy forms are mixed with strange powers of unknown and strange structures, which can ignore the bombardment of ordinary kinetic energy with thermal weapons.

Melting point: about two thousand degrees Celsius.

Boiling point: about 20,000 degrees Celsius.

Response: Willpower above the limit.

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Divine Breath: Regular gods and dangerous gods will have divine power fluctuations, which are similar to human panting. Their divine power fluctuations temporarily render the surrounding environment, making the air contain an inviolable holy breath, so they are named divine breath.

Melting point: thousands of degrees Celsius (weakened)

Boiling point: 5000 degrees Celsius (evaporation)

Response: Hold your breath.

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Divine power: sublime majesty, sacred power of gods (the god of disaster has a trace of divine power)

Melting point: unknown.

Boiling point: unknown.

Countermeasures: Do not look directly at him.

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The sun was scorching hot, and it was a little muggy. The four advisors from the North River Division had reached the point of descent.

Viewed horizontally, it becomes a ridge and a side becomes a peak.

At a glance, the surface of the cliff is covered with brown cliffs and clusters of greenery. There are patches of forests that began to grow buds in early March all over the mountain. The fresh breath of the mountains and plains rushes towards the face, making the corners of Qi Yu's mouth slightly raised.

The towering Yunfeng, the cliffs are exposed, and the field of vision is full of emerald green.

Such natural beauty, uncanny workmanship, is indeed refreshing.

"They will pick a place."

Qi Yu took two steps, and there was no road in the mountains, so he opened a road, separated the dense bushes, and jumped lightly.

Shua~

He jumped onto the main branch of leaves on a cliff, tapped the leaves at the end of the branches with his toes, and stood quietly on the leaves.

Looking from a distance, it looks like a fairy coming to the world, floating out of the dust.

The three advisors at the rear also followed, either sitting, lying or standing with their hands behind their backs, and the four of them gazed at the scenery of the mountains to their heart's content.

"Tourists should evacuate as soon as possible."

"This mountain area is not an open area for tourism, and there are not too many mountaineering tourists." A young man with silver hair and shawl was lying on a small tree next to him: "If you accidentally hurt us, you can't blame us... Let me tell you first, I won't do it for the sake of saving people." Waste your life and your strength."

Some descending points are easy to evacuate around. But here is located between the mountains, evacuation work is more difficult.

Let alone a disaster befalling today.

That is the god of disaster. A consultant-level god facing a disaster-level god is like a standard supernatural being who has just entered the threshold facing a regular god. Without the leadership of the top supernatural, killing him is wishful thinking, and not dying is considered good luck.

The same is true for advisors facing disaster gods.

Only the holy will can kill.

As he said that, the silver-haired young man saw Qi Yu take out half a pack of cigarettes, and smiled lowly: "Old Qi, there are only three of us consultants in the Hengshan Organization of Beihe District. You are here, but your number belongs to the Yellow River Organization. Why don't you take the time to transfer here. "

"Let's talk about it later."

The mountain peak was shrouded in clouds and mist, and the scorching sun could not be seen. Qi Yu put a cigarette under his nose and smelled it, but he didn't light it. Smoking in mountainous areas is dangerous... Although with the will of the consultant level, there is no need to worry about this small problem.

at the same time.

The silver-haired youth lay still. The silver hair was blown by the mountain wind, and the young man seemed to have fallen asleep.

What the four of them had to do was very simple, that is, to check closely whether the God of Disaster that had descended on the North River Division was carrying a different space crystal. In addition, a number of consultants have been dispatched from the nearby divisions to prepare for reinforcements or to evacuate temporarily.

What the extraordinary have to do is just in case, and the matter of killing the god of disaster is left to the saints.

Just nine minutes ago.

Urgent notification, submitted layer by layer, omitting most of the approval process, like lightning breaking through the air, directly to the Indian Ocean theater.

The Indian Ocean Theater agreed to the return of the saint Wu II.

But I don't know when it started, the sky began to rain lightly, pattering like ox hair, like flower needles, thin and dense like soft hair, covering the emerald green mountains like smoke and mist, falling silently on Qi Yu's face .

Also wet the Hongtashan cigarettes under the nose.

The sudden spring rain, interspersed with strands of spring breeze, made the sky and the earth hazy, and the rain seemed to fall on the hair of the silver-haired young man, on the shoulders of the other two, and finally landed on the ground, filled with mud Fragrance mixed with flowers and leaves.

"here we go."

The silver-haired young man lying on the small tree opened his eyes.

"The advent has begun."

Qi Yu and the other two looked at the rainy and foggy sky a thousand meters away.

At the edge of the atmosphere, the fluctuation of divine power spread to the critical point, a little golden light was born, and countless golden lights lit up, as if the mighty golden light of the Milky Way falling nine days broke through a heavy atmosphere, running through hundreds of kilometers up and down, like breaking through the barriers of heaven and earth.

The golden light hit the cliff directly.

Boom!

The infusion of divine power has begun!

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Northern Mongolia Division.

The consultant codenamed Black Prairie set off.

He is the second in the current consultant level combat power list.

He is comparable to a serial sniper.

In addition to him, there are two consultant levels, code-named Beidi and Passenger.

"You two stay at the starting point." Hei Prairie is a dark-skinned short man with a body of only 1.59 meters, but he looks like a giant iron tower standing on the mountains and rivers.

The code-named passer-by nodded and said: "We are ready to go at any time... If it is the first line of defense, we will immediately support it, with nine top players. If it is not the type of defense line, we will stay in the Northern Mongolian division."

All major divisions agreed to this provisional battle plan.

First of all, the divisions around Beihe couldn't be without advisors. God knows if there will be a dangerous god coming to manifest at this time.

Secondly, if it is not a line of defense type, it is impossible to let the consultant recklessly fight against the god of disaster... Although this possibility is too small, every time multiple dangerous gods come, there will be different space crystals, let alone a disaster.

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The edge of the imperial capital division.

It is raining over there, but the sky is clear here. The cloudless blue sky is like a big emerald, clear and clean.

Yu Ming was wearing casual clothes in early spring, and the dark red sunglasses reflected the colors of the bright March sun.

After her daughter took a nap, she sent her daughter to school. Halfway there, she received an emergency notification and had to let her daughter take the bus to school alone.

Close relatives at the advisory level have security arrangements led by provincial and municipal governments.

So Yu Ming is not worried, but just thinks of her daughter's sad face, how many dolls can be hung on her small mouth...

"to be honest."

"I'm... a little desperate." Yu Ming slowly took off his sunglasses, expressionless: "The Altar of God has an unknown miraculous effect of tearing apart the cracks in different spaces. Once disaster strikes, there will be more times. How can we hold on to it?" .”

No response.

All consultants at the Yellow River Headquarters are waiting for a reply from the Beihe Division.

In the second half of March, the grass grows and warblers fly, silken ribbons blow on the embankment, and a slightly cool breeze blows over Yu Ming's numb face... blowing over Mo Xiusheng's flint-type lighter that keeps opening and closing. There was a line of indecipherable small characters printed on the metal stamp...Peng Ming at the level of advisor, Meng Jun at the level of advisor, Xu Suzejian at the level of advisor, all five of them were pioneers and extraordinary, and there was silence for a while.

There is no superlative here.

When disaster strikes, the consultant level has to do its best to deal with it, and only the top-notch ones are barely qualified to participate.

as time flows,

Everyone received an emergency call for help.

"He holds two crystals."

"It's the line of defense."

Mo Xiusheng turned his head to look at Yu Ming, as if he was asking for something.

next moment.

Yu Ming, who had a frosty face, suddenly smiled, as if everything was recovering from the ice and snow.

"Let's go."

Yu Ming tied up her long hair.

That smile is as bright as a sea of ​​flowers in spring.

Let's go, together, we are the first line of defense.

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"The god of disaster is looking for a place to place crystals in different spaces."

"He's walking through the mountains."

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"Four advisors from Beihe District have arrived."

"Three consultants from the Northern Mongolia Division have arrived."

"Six advisors from the Imperial Capital Division have arrived."

"A consultant from Heji Division has arrived."

"Two consultants from the North Lake Division have arrived."

"The Indian Ocean theater, the saint Wu II is on his way, and it is expected to take one hour and eighteen minutes."

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The government, the military, and the Yellow River headquarters all tried their best.

For the first time in history, disaster strikes, and losing may form a vicious circle.

Moreover, the God of Disaster descending from a crack in a different space may be in a weak stage, and the God of Disaster transmitted through the Altar of God is in its heyday when it is born—it is best to kill it while it is weak.

"Have you confirmed that he is in a weak stage? Confirmed!"

"Go find Tang Hong!"

"Please come forward on the seventh day, that godslayer!"

The government contacted the Central Research Institute, but there was no definite answer.

The military contacted the Central Research Institute, but there was no definite answer.

The Yellow River Headquarters contacted the Central Research Institute and there was no clear answer.

"Don't look for the seventh genius."

The relevant person in charge of the Central Research Institute was helpless and aggrieved: "According to the regulations, geniuses do not become holy and do not participate in disaster-level god battles."

The Yellow River Headquarters implored: "Special matters, please help us transfer the godslayer who was born on the seventh day..."

Central Research Institute: "He takes the ultimate fetish."

The liaison officer at the Yellow River Headquarters said anxiously: "At least let Tang Hong know about this, you can't unilaterally block the information."

Central Research Institute: "Don't you still understand? On the seventh day, you can't participate in the battle of the gods while taking the ultimate fetish. The perfect small world in your body can hold down the high-level fetish, but not the ultimate fetish. Are you going to kill the genius? That's a genius! .”

The Central Research Institute is dominated by scientific researchers.

The thinking mode is simpler and more rational, and the objective data shows everything—a genius becomes a sage, the sage among the sages, the sage of the sage, can completely kill a god of disaster in its heyday alone, that is the most powerful human being.

In the past, Tang Hong was not prevented from participating in the battle of gods, because he wanted Tang Hong to become stronger as soon as possible.

Now that Tang Hong has become stronger to a certain extent, he no longer needs to sharpen.

Another one, in the past defense battles, at all costs were to avoid disasters. However, the disaster has come, and it should be changed to "pay the price within a controllable range" at any cost.

The relevant person in charge of the Central Research Institute let out a long breath: "The catastrophe is coming, please forgive us for not allowing a hope to take unnecessary risks."

heard the words.

The liaison officer at the Yellow River headquarters froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Everything is silent, the heart is unable to beat, as if the whole world has lost its sound.

And at this time.

There is a cacophony of voices on the other side of the audio link.

There were exclamations and dissuasions, and only the sound of hua la la seemed to pick up the microphone. Someone picked up the communication, and it was Tang Hong's voice.

"I am here."

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