Life Heaven, North.

Under the dim sky.

Unlike what the outside world imagines, there are still phenomena of day and night changes and various abyss projection in the abyss within the Gospel.

However, the rules are exactly the opposite of the present situation.

When the transfer of the Gospel and the Holy See face towards the abyss, the holy wheel representing the rancher will slowly rise from the deepest part of the world of dust with a thousand feet of light, illuminating other realms.

And when the spanker's glory cannot be observed, there will be a blood moon representing the destruction of the country and a giant thunderous eye symbolizing the great king rising from the night sky.

Now, just in the gap between "day" and "night", the giant eyes of lightning and blood moon in the distance slowly emerged, and the scorching sun representing the rancher's staring was already dim in rotation, hanging on the other end of the sky.

A dim light reflects the world full of complex buildings.

Among the seven realms, the bottom warehouse representing the dust realm supports the foundation for seven days, loading heavy loads, processing waste and sewage, which is equivalent to sewers and basements. Good deeds are the place where many servants, low-minded people and even foreign craftsmen live. Even if they have barely human rights, they are only a little bit.

Life Heaven is the most prosperous place within seven days, with the most crowded crowds and many people. Many people who have returned to the world have thrived here, and towering buildings that soar to the sky and maze-like complex buildings are built in the world here.

Just among the countless cramped paths and dark paths, no one knows what is hidden.

When the landing team came here, they encountered unprecedented resistance and torrents formed by monsters. In the fierce street battle, they were attacked by the enemy on the back and forth. The more they went inward, the more they were lost in the well-connected paths and changing directions.

Under the towering walls and buildings, dark paths are constantly changing.

In countless stacked buildings, even the height is volatile. Sometimes, when the landing team climbs through many obstacles and climbs up the height, they suddenly look back and find themselves appearing in the basement of another huge temple.

The arch bridges connect with each other between the towering buildings, forming a cliff that is easy to defend and difficult to attack. With the tilting of firepower, those landing teams that had never expected could only be delighted on the spot.

Fighting sounds come one after another.

Thick smoke rose from all over the city, the cold and solemn bells echoed between the towers, and the hunting angels with wings on their backs kept rising and falling.

The huge monsters in the sky floated and wandered in groups, forming a shadow that covered the sky and the sun. Wherever they passed, countless scales and flames were sprinkled like heavy rain.

Just in a chaotic neighborhood, the wide avenue was already in the battle and was devastated.

The metal giant gate several meters thick was burned into iron juice after continuous sacrifices, and finally revealed a corner of the glorious hall, right in front of this crucial hub, where the hell legion and the large group collided with each other, fighting for life.

But there were more corpses that had fallen before the collapsed iron gate.

The burly Roman kings chose the guards' expressions remained ferocious, and the solidified movements were filled with indescribable power and a destructive beauty.

But at this moment, only the body frozen in the blizzard was left, and the soul had already collapsed and collapsed at the moment when it broke through the Giant Sect.

In the square behind Jumen, two black pieces were already colliding in this narrow gap.

The shouts, roars and whine were mixed together, and the divine chants and solemn prayers could no longer be heard.

In the sky, the head of the drought-bar was hanging high, and pillars of fire rose from the ground. A scorching tornado swept across the earth, sweeping all the hunting angels that pounced on the sky into it.

Just under the flames, the sublimator of Dongxia suddenly changed his expression. He lay on the ground, listened with his ears, and then shouted hoarsely in front of him: "Retreat! Retreat!"

But, it's too late.

The cracks of the earth emerged, and then, with the collapse of bricks and stones, infinite darkness in the abyss appeared from behind.

A loud bang spread.

The originally huge square collapsed and collapsed rapidly in an earthquake, and many people fell into the darkness that could not be seen.

The predator angels who had long been shrinking their defense were not damaged at all.

Now, connecting the Giant Gate and the Brilliant Hall is only a narrow road less than twenty meters wide, like a bridge flying over the darkness.

As the array was pushed forward, all the survivors were cruelly pushed off the cliff and fell into that eternal darkness.

"damn it……"

The commander's face was pale.

The sudden collapse just now almost destroyed all the main forces of the legion brought in. Even a wave of counterattacks almost completely destroyed these guys.

And the fundamental reason why they can still maintain defense and passively beating... is that something seems to be happening on the other side?

Although I don’t know what’s going on, there seems to be a lot of two or five kids in the Brilliant Hall that are destroying them everywhere.

I can't understand why at this critical moment, the enemy began to bite the dog and even rebels appeared?

This is fucking evil!

But on the other hand, it is also the greatest good news for them.

Unfortunately, luck has not favored them for too long.

The rebellion was soon suppressed again, and the blood-stained angels of war gathered in an array again and advanced on the bridge.

What is even more desperate is the emergence of several huge statues more than ten meters high after the array, as well as burly giants that are several times higher than other battle angels on average.

The majestic and cold colossus was built and carved by many believers for their hard work, while the giant angel was covered with spell steel armor and halo.

Giant war weapons, prayer colossus, and the absolute elite guards who have been born in the prey angels for hundreds of years and have experienced countless blessings and wars!

For a moment, an unprecedented coldness appeared in everyone's heart.

"Ten minutes, third sister! Third sister, give me another ten minutes!"

The young man who was sent back on the front line rushed forward again and shouted hoarsely: "I still have nineteen Youqi, I can rush for another wave!

Just ten minutes!"

At this moment, that face had long been covered with blood and scars. No more tenderness and smile could be seen, only the iron light in the pupils of the eyes was surging, like an evil ghost.

In his hands, the ancient bright silver spear was like a dragon's scream.

"Don't joke, the original photo, this is not a place for you to mess around!" Mo San scolded angrily, but the boy's expression remained unchanged, just looking at her.

"Ten minutes, I only need ten minutes!"

He said, "If I can't come back in ten minutes, you can retreat, don't worry about me."

Mo San instinctively wanted to wake this guy up with a slap, but when he saw those eyes, he couldn't help but be stunned and sighed helplessly.

Why did you forget it yourself?

This is another psychopath with the surname Yuan...

The raised palm did not wave it, but gently helped him hold the collar, and finally, pressed his shoulder.

"Okay, just ten minutes, I will cooperate with you."

She hesitated for a moment and finally ordered: "Remember, if you can't beat me, come back, don't be like your brother."

"Okay"

Yuan Zhao raised her eyebrows and smiled proudly. She was so happy. She slowly retreated and waved goodbye to them: "This time, look at me!"

After turning over and over the broken defense, the young man stepped on the broken earth and moved forward. The bloody gun tip passed through the ground, and a string of sparks collapsed.

In this way, facing the whistling iron stream, he raised his fingers, leaned to his lips, and blew the whistle of calling.

Like the roar of a hawk spreading its wings and soaring.

The injured dragon horse galloped again from the void, and behind it, the underworld cavalry burning with green flames appeared again, and the fierce ghost fire spread under the iron hooves.

The silver bottle suddenly broke and the water slurry burst out, and the iron cavalry protruded and the swords and guns were heard.

The hand of the boy with the word "Flame of the Thousand Years of Green Blood" rose in the hands of the boy, like a swaying flag, and rushed to the formation again with the immortal cavalry.

The ghost light collided with the iron stream.

A huge war broke out again.

In the air, the head of the drought-bar suddenly raised his pupils and screamed silently. The red flames extended in the air, turning into giant snakes, and flew out towards the soaring monsters again.

At the end of the front, there was silence.

A faint roar came, covering the viscous boiling sound from the kettle.

The thick white soup churned in the huge iron pot, emitting a scent of smell.

On the small stool next to the stove, Guo Shouque patiently guarded the flames, waiting for the fire to finish the fire, then raised the spoon in his hand and knocked on the edge of the pot.

"It's almost time to go out of the pot."

Before he finished speaking, a pale face suddenly appeared from the pot, screaming, choking, and cursing. He didn't care about the hot hands, and the reborn sublimator climbed out with difficulty and rolled on the ground.

The dripping soup dripped from the body like amniotic fluid.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

By the time the last face emerged, the sticky soup was almost clear as water. Before he could come out, Guo Shouque's rolling pin hit his face and stuffed him back.

"The big bones are tasteless, why are you anxious?"

The old man curled his lips: "Let's wait for the next pot."

Now, just next to the chef demon's cauldron, the sublimators who had just fallen into the pit were breathing hard, and under the medical treatment of their teammates, their faces finally returned to a little blood.

"It's too late, tell everyone, be careful."

The one who came out at the last time was choking and hoarsely warned: "There are bugs below, big bugs! They are climbing up like crazy..."

"oh."
To be continued...