Psychics don't die from gunfire

The world seemed to have been frozen, even the wind quietly disappeared, and no one dared to step in rashly.

". Marshal."

After a long while, when the crown was lowered again, the god barely squeezed out a sentence.

"I'm afraid this is not a reason."

The marshal turned his wrist slightly and glanced at the other party.

He replied: "I think it's sufficient."

"Then forgive me." The god's whole body flickered, but the words lingered between his lips, and he couldn't say the second half of the sentence.

In the Republic of Donglu, the eight-armed god and demon that was more than a thousand meters tall did not say a word, but became more and more tense, even to the point of being a little stiff.

The marshal did not look at him, but looked to the other side.

In the territory of the Council of Knowledge, on an open-air platform extending from a building hundreds of meters above the ground, a woman in a white robe raised her eyes and met the marshal's gaze. Her hands behind her back slowly loosened, and stars flickered between her five fingers.

At this moment, a hand pressed on the woman's shoulder, and Shiquanwei looked over. He stared at her and shook his head slightly.

So, after the starlight flickered for a few breaths, it finally dissipated a little bit.

The woman in white robes, the Holy Sect of the Psychic Academy, [Corrector] Ruan Fa, seemed to have lost interest and no longer paid attention to Nali County. She turned around and left the platform without hesitation.

The Grand Marshal waited for a few more breaths, and everything was quiet.

He didn't say anything else, turned around, and He Xuan's sword flashed, splitting a space crack. Wang Chenlie hurriedly followed and handed the military cap back to the Grand Marshal.

They stepped into the space crack and disappeared in Nali County, leaving only the God Man and the Eight-Armed God Demon looking at each other, and saw the same incredible in each other's eyes.

——Compared to the last time he made a move, the Grand Marshal became even more unpredictable!

Even they, who were both fifth-ring psychics, could not see through the depth of each other.

Beiting Defense Line, Tiandu

".Marshal."

Back to his own territory, Wang Chenlie couldn't wait to say: "You just punched me."

Even if the opponent's punch just now was not aimed at him, the spiritual energy bursting out from it shocked him.

"After all, I have been in seclusion for so long." The Grand Marshal pressed his military cap and didn't care: "It's just an occasional gain."

"You, have arrived?" He Xuan suddenly said.

When she said this, her eyes were bright, staring at the other party.

"Who knows."

The Grand Marshal smiled and didn't continue this topic.

"After a few years of inactivity, there are many more interesting people and things in this world."

He sighed and threw the military cap to Wang Chenlie again, and the latter suddenly realized something.

"You've just come out of retreat, are you leaving?"

"Well, I plan to go outside, walk around the ground and take a look." The Grand Marshal touched his chin: "It won't be too long, will I be back in one or two years at most?"

"Of course, now, I must stay here for a while."

As he said, the Grand Marshal put one hand on the back of the other hand, his face was a little strange: "What's wrong with this generation of seeds? Let people fight to Tiandu in one breath. It's not that it's unacceptable, but..."

He raised his head and tried to choose an accurate word, but in the end, the man sighed deeply: "Alas."

"Wang Chenlie lost in Wuxu." He Xuan suddenly said.

"I can afford to lose." Wang Chenlie's face darkened.

"It's a good thing to not be discouraged after a defeat."

The Grand Marshal smiled at He Xuan: "You [Balance], there is an interesting person."

He Xuan was shocked at first, then frowned: "Your evaluation of Cha Keluo is so high?"

"Yes." The Grand Marshal looked in the direction of the Enterprise Alliance and said briskly: "But there is still room for growth. Let's wait and see."

Wang Chenlie came up: "Would you like to evaluate Song Shi again?"

The Grand Marshal smiled and nodded: "I'm waiting for the day when he challenges me."

"——Wang Chenlie."

He suddenly raised his voice and shouted.

"Here!"

Wang Chenlie's expression straightened.

"Pass my order. Before tomorrow night, let all the seeds gather in the wasteland near Tiandu." The Grand Marshal said calmly: "Remember to use the 'Earth Phase' to prepare the battlefield in advance and make it firmer."

"Understood."

"Well, one group of lieutenants and one group of colonels, two battlefields."

"Put each group together, fight without rules, and only take the two winners. Tell them to remember to kill, I'm here to watch, nothing will go wrong."

The Grand Marshal moved his cloak and sighed again.

"Let me take a look. I haven't seen these seeds for a few years. How are they doing?"

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A wasteland without borders.

Thirteen thousand meters underground.

The deep rock that has existed for countless thousands of years was pierced, opening up a space. For the first time, the boundless darkness was filled with bright white light.

"Ahem."

Xu Yudu leaned against the rock wall, and had returned to the appearance of a middle-aged man, still wearing a dark blue work suit. The only difference was that his exposed skin surface was covered with cracks of varying sizes, and countless nano-machine worms were crawling, trying to fill the cracks, but there seemed to be some kind of force blocking it, causing the effect to be greatly weakened.

"Ahem, I'm fine."

He raised one hand to stop Song Shi and others who wanted to come over to help him. After coughing several times in a row, his voice finally became clear: "Just some skin injuries."

"Skin injuries?"

Chu Tonglu was stunned, and the visual module magnified dozens of times, scanning the other party from top to bottom: "Is this a skin injury?"

"It's not fatal, and it doesn't leave indelible injuries."

Song Shi sat on the ground: "For a fifth-ring [Transcendence], it's just a superficial injury."

"Oh no, wait a minute." Chu Tonglu suddenly realized something: "Could it be that the Grand Marshal held back?"

"You're wrong."

Song Shi looked at Xu Yudu's injuries and shook his head slowly: "The Grand Marshal didn't hold back."

"He just didn't use his full strength." The young man concluded.

"Hehe."

Xu Yudu took a long breath and seemed to have finally recovered.

"Really strong. He is worthy of him." Xu Yudu panted and grinned, saying coldly: "One day, I will definitely ask him for advice again!"

Song Shi applauded repeatedly and praised: "He is worthy of transcendence."

Although the Grand Marshal's punch was meant to send him off, the punch was still real. Xu Yudu took such a punch and took advantage of it to move to the wasteland outside the Pan-Eastern Continental Union, and then went deep into the ground 10,000 meters to open up a hiding space. It was very consuming.

"You have done a great job."

Xu Yudu also sat down and shook his head when he heard it: "Shangjian Yuansi is indeed far inferior to the peak period, but after all, it is also the fourth ring, and you just fought it. Humph, in the end you really succeeded."

"Then I think." Song Shi said modestly: "It is more ruthless to ride alone to the Pan-Eastern Continental Union."