Worldwide Simulation Era

Lin Qiye went all out.

Behind him, a phantom of a dragon elephant that was hundreds of feet high rose from the ground, his scarlet eyes opened indifferently, staring at the Holy Master indifferently.

Thousands of thunder dragons, showing their teeth and dancing their claws, quickly drilled into Lin Qiye's body.

So.

Lin Qiye became a **** who controls thunder.

Lightning flashes in his eyes.

The wings behind him are even more lightning and thunder, and the dragon is circling.

I felt the terrifying aura emanating from Lin Qiye.

The phantom of the tiger **** in the holy body suddenly trembled.

"Run! Run!"

The tiger **** phantom trembled and reminded.

The Holy Master froze in place.

"Tiger God Xuying personally told me to run away? Is he so strong?!"

The Holy Master gritted his teeth in disbelief.

"I'm afraid not! I don't believe that the genius of Xia Universe can be invincible in the world!"

The reminder of the phantom of the Tiger God touched the self-esteem in the Holy Master's heart.

Its arm muscles were tense, like two giant pythons, dancing Fang Tianhua halberd, slashing at Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye's eyes were indifferent.

The wings of lightning and thunder bounced off behind him.

Immediately turned into afterimages.

The mayfly blinked in an instant.

Then he slashed at Fang Tianhua's halberd.

The terrifying power draws the halberd from the sky and leads to the Holy Master.

The Holy Master's face was pale, and the thick blood vessels on his arms, like eels, burst open.

The Holy Master was stunned.

With trembling hands, a heart sank to the bottom of the valley.

It finally woke up!

It turns out that the lessons that our ancestors spent 100,000, 200,000 years of practice on is a supreme truth.

When I meet the genius of Xia Universe, I really want to run!

The Holy Master understood why the ancestors repeatedly emphasized in ancient books.

run!

Must run!

The Holy Master clenched his teeth, and didn't care about his self-esteem, let alone the burning vitality, he just retreated crazily.

In an instant.

It swept away thousands of meters.

Lin Qiye raised his eyebrows in surprise.

Go for a big run?

Are you more cowardly than the White Tiger King?

A bit of surprise flashed in Lin Qiye's eyes.

Immediately.

His eyes were filled with indifference.

"If you run in front of me, you will die faster..."

The voice fell.

Thunder's wings fluttered.

Lin Qiye was like an eagle catching its prey at high speed, pounced on the fleeing Holy Master.

have to say.

The Holy Master has its own set of tricks for escaping, and its escape speed and route are quite tricky.

Without angel wings.

Lin Qiye might really not be able to catch up with the Holy Master who opened the Great Escape.

But with angel wings, it is completely different.

Lin Qiye swiftly swept away, and afterimages flickered behind him.

The speed is so fast that even the strong Jin Dan are dazzled.

Just for a moment.

Lin Qiye came behind the Holy Master.

Circling the long sword of the Thunder Flood Dragon, it slashed towards the head of the Holy Master.

"Shh—"

A knife to the extreme.

Gone in a flash.

The knife light sank into the back of the Lord's neck and quickly disappeared.

Then.

The head of the Holy Master flew high.

The world revolves in the eyes, the darkness erodes the eyes.

That's what it looked like when the head was beheaded.

The face of the Holy Master's disc tiger is full of fear, remorse, unwillingness, and nostalgia for living...

"Holy Master... just died like this?"

When the generals and the tiger kings saw that the Holy Master had become a flying-headed man, they couldn't help opening their mouths and arching their tongues.

next moment.

They run away!

but.

Ji Qinghuan Shi Shiran stopped them.

The flame dragon hovered above the sky, silently overlooking several people.

"Everyone, where do you want to run to?"

The oriole-like voice is particularly beautiful, but it contains the ultimate killing intent and cold intent.

The tiger kings' scalps were numb, and their expressions changed.

"This woman is as terrifying as the Holy Master! Even a little bit stronger than the Holy Master!"

"There's no time to delay! Rush! Rush over! If you don't, you'll all die!"

How dare the few tiger kings waste time, burn their lives quickly, and fight Ji Qinghuan bravely.

pity……

They didn't resist for long.

Lin Qiye suddenly parachuted into the air, and together with Ji Qinghuan, he beheaded a group of strong men.

The beheading is complete.

Lin Qiye stretched out his hand and pulled out a long spear from the battlefield.

Provoked the head of the Holy Master.

Hanging high above the battlefield, a voice full of majesty spread throughout the battlefield.

"The Holy Master is dead!"

"Surrender!"

Hearing that the country lord beheaded the enemy holy lord, the strong human race, the morale skyrocketed! Attack more violently!

And the strong men of the God Tiger Clan glanced at them from the corner of their eyes, and their hearts suddenly trembled.

"Hey—the Holy Master actually fell so fast?!"

"Even the Holy Master can't escape death, let alone us?"

"We must die on the battlefield! This is a war of genocide! There must be a genocide!

There is no way! Go hard! Give the family members and colleagues in the rear a chance to escape! "

"Left and right are one death, it's better to replace one before dying!"

"God Tiger Clan! Kill!"

The elites of the God Tiger Clan are in a desperate situation.

They were terrified and desperate. But after despair, he became a mourning soldier with the belief of mortal death.

So.

1.4 million underdogs, and one million underdogs, hanged together.

There were explosions one after another on the battlefield, and it was impressive that some of the strong men of the Tiger Clan blew themselves up in despair.

Pieces of shredded flesh and stumps were thrown away.

In a short time, blood flowed into rivers near the battlefield.

The mutilated corpse floats up and down in the river of blood.

The blood was transpiring, forming a cloud of blood that covered the sky and the sun.

Even the sun was hiding, not daring to cast the sun.

The entire battlefield is a meat grinder, and the strong Jindan were minced one after another and turned into corpses.

No one can stay sane!

At first, some people may be frightened, afraid, afraid, and want to run away.

But at the end of the fight, the hostility in my heart skyrocketed infinitely, and it was completely turned into a killing machine.

Even Ji Qinghuan and Lin Qiye were on the battlefield, their eyes were red.

The fight lasted for three days and three nights...

The battlefield was 100,000 miles in diameter, and the battlefield was beaten down 30 meters. Inside the battlefield, blood accumulated into a lake.

One after another corpses floated up and down in the blood lake.

After three days and three nights.

The sun sets in the west.

The setting sun is like blood.

The war is over.

The powerhouses of the Divine Tiger Clan will all die!

And the millions of Jindan cultivators of the human race also died, and only 5,000 people remained.

but!

The war was won by them!

The dead soldiers were quite excited, the joy of victory spread in their hearts, and their numb mentality was like the buds of a dead tree in the spring.

"The king, Chief Ji, we... won! We won!"

"We won! Hahahaha!"

The dead men twitched the corners of their mouths and laughed arrogantly.

Lin Qiye nodded slightly.

"Yes, we won!"

"The barbarian luck is over! The big summer is like the sky! From now on, we, the big summer, are the masters of this place! We have opened up a vast territory for future generations!"

Lin Qiye's sonorous voice fell in the ears of every dead man.

They were so touched that they were moved to tears.

"The barbarian luck is dead! The big summer is like the sky!"

"The barbarian luck is dead! The big summer is like the sky!"

"The barbarian luck is dead! The big summer is like the sky!"

"we won!"

"Long live the lord!"

The deceased roared up to the sky, venting the joy in their hearts.

at the same time.

The waves of the blood lake turned up several meters. It seemed that the compatriots who died in the battle were also celebrating.

Lin Qiye silently watched the surviving dead soldiers.

"Let's rest for a while, then clean up the bodies of our comrades~www.wuxiaspot.com~We triumph!"

Hearing what Lin Qiye said.

The surviving dead fell silent.

next moment.

They were still laughing and weeping bitterly. Tears flowed down their blood-stained faces, washing out a shocking trail of tears.

"We won! But... our comrades..."

"Our comrade-in-arms! Our comrades-in-arms that we get along with day and night!"

The five thousand deceased looked up to the sky in mourning, as if their hearts had been torn into pieces.

see this scene.

Ji Qinghuan's eyes were hazy with tears, and her face was full of worry.

Lin Qiye held the long sword and let out a deep breath.

He couldn't appease the emotions of the dead.

Because war is so cruel.

Even if it was him, he could only offer a trivial tribute.

"The body is dead and the soul is the spirit, and the soul is determined to be a ghost! Daxia will always remember the heroes who died for Daxia!"

Lin Qiye sang a poem that no one knew.

The cold wind howled.

The blood cloud turned into rain and hit everyone in the face.

The dead men covered their faces and cried bitterly for a long time, and finally wiped off the blood on their faces, and their eyes gradually turned cold.

"The lord... We have to continue to fight. We have to carry the will of our comrades and destroy all the alien races in the entire Shenhu universe, leaving none behind!"

"Lord, please take us to continue our expedition!"

"Please take us on the expedition!"

The deceased petitioned loudly.

Lin Qiye was about to speak.

Suddenly, the reminder of the Life Lamp Gem came to mind.

The prompt this time is extraordinarily strange and special.

This made Lin Qiye stunned.

'And such a hint? ’

Lin Qiye was inexplicably surprised.