Forty Millenniums of Cultivation - z285

The juvenile and mysterious expression on the teenager’s face added a bit of inhumanity to him.

He seemed to be controlled by some kind of mysterious power, or in other words, there really was a demon from a higher dimension that came to his weak body.

Such a temperament made those mad believers who wanted to step forward to question him feel inexplicable trembling and fear, could not help but want to kneel in front of the teenager and worship his toes.

Not to mention, the triple-mounted heavy Vulcan gun carried by the boy.

This super-weapon from a higher dimension has a length that far exceeds the limit that the backpack can carry.

It’s as if the teenager’s back basket is connected to the alien space, which can infinitely extract the deadliest weapon in hell.

And on the surface of this peerless weapon, there are neither half gears, no seams, nor half a hissing steam.

At first glance, it doesn’t look familiar to fanatics, the creatures of the mechanical demon and the steam demon.

But in the silver light, haunting above machinery and steam, devastating destructive power.

Opposite them, across the river tower, hundreds of archers had tightened their bowstrings and put on feather arrows.

Half of the arrows were covered with grease-stained cloth strips, which were ignited by torches and turned into blazing rockets.

In the light of the fire, it was the officers of the Iron Fist, with pious, indifferent and cruel faces.

Behind them, another fist shrine high priest raised his fist high, and as soon as he saw it would fall heavily, all arrows shot, killing all these demons and evil spirits who tried to desecrate the power of the true god.

At this moment, time seems to be still.

Even the surging ripples in the river were squeezed by the murderous forces that were strained to the limit by both sides, and solidified into rigid ripples.

The corners of all Tekken’s mouths evoked a cold smile.

The pupils of all fanatics have all contracted to the limit.

The **** of boxing and the **** of steam seem to be watching the fierce battle in the cold through the dark clouds, like two chess players, frowning frantically, standing high, watching a few vital chess pieces, and making a silent collision.

The high priest of the fist temple finally waved his fist.

However, the boy who had fallen into the body before his arm had fallen had already pulled the trigger.

Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom Boom!

The dazzling fireworks that do not belong to this world bloomed again like the devil’s sneer, burning everyone’s retinas and tearing their eardrums.

Suddenly, everything from the Iron Fist Army to the Steam Army changed everything from orange to red, from red to pale, and then from pale to eternal darkness.

They all became blind, and they could only hear the thunderous roar of Chun Lei coming from their ears, and felt the shaking of ten thousand horses, followed by the fierce scream of eighteen layers of hell.

Something was blown into the air, and fell apart in the air. It fell into the river like a flaming heavenly girl, and the water was boiled, and the sound of a “cricket” came out. The white smoke irritated their nasal mucous membranes and gave out large sneezes.

After sneezing, it seemed like eternal darkness, and finally was again drawn by the bleak blood and violent flames, and the vague lines were drawn.

The **** lines make up an incredible scene.

The zealots of the Steam Army were surprised to find that the walled city that had been lying above the river had disappeared.

The entire walled city was blasted into the air by Gus and turned into burning fragments. It broke with the iron fist army and the stump of the high priest. It fell “crackingly” and burned the river.

The Iron Fist Army, which is not yet alive, has all become cooked rotten meat. Even if some people train the flesh and blood to be iron-like, and face the bombardment of Vulcan artillery, they can only delay the death in flight For a few minutes, by the way, I endured more inhuman torture.

Even the high priest of the Boxing Shrine was blasted in half of his body, sinking and floating in the turbulent current. Except for his **** one-eyed eyes, he sent a terrifying light to the steam army’s fleet can not do this.

The iron chain that blocked the river was also bombarded by the Vulcan artillery, which was broken and even melted into scrap iron.

The Tekken and the archers ambushing on both sides of the river were all stunned, like muddy idols.

All the survivors’ bodies and even their souls were captured by the horrifying forces emanating from the youngsters. They all felt extremely suffocated, as if the air was also transpiring in the flame just now, and was completely burnt.

Only the river was still flowing, driving the fleet to break through the wreckage of the walled city, crushing the burnt wounded, breaking through the trap designed by the High Priest of the Boxing Shrine, and rushing unstoppably downstream.

The archers on both sides of the river, immersed in the shock of the power of destroying the heavens and the earth, released by Gus, the faith collapsed every inch, but they could not return to God for a long time, but they forgot to open their bows and arrows at the center of the river.

Of course, even if they are faithful in their duties, the fleet is still in the center of the river, hundreds of meters away from both sides. With their trembling hands, the arrows will not have much power and accuracy, and they will not be able to stop this demon. Sheltered fleet.

I can only watch this fleet full of disabled soldiers, seeing that the fleet that is about to be wiped out by the net, such as the off-string arrow, grows away and disappears in the dark night.

It wasn’t until the last light of the fleet was swallowed up by darkness, that archers couldn’t hold it on both sides of the river, and finally fell down on the ground with one butt, opened their mouths, and screamed silently.

…

When Gus woke up, he found that Qianyuan City and the burning city wall on the river were left behind by them.

The fleet has sailed hundreds of miles. In this era of backward communications, Qianyuan City could hardly pass the news of evil sects breaking through so quickly.

Therefore, it is safe for the time being.

Gus breathed a sigh of relief, and looking around, he found that almost all fanatics looked at him with awe and admiration.

The fanatic who wanted to come up to question him just now and kicked him aside, even knelt on the ground, eager to try, and stepped forward to kiss his toes.

Even his elder sister, Gray, looked like he didn’t know his brother and brother, and stared straight at him—and the triple-mounted heavy Vulcan gun in his hand.

Gus moved a vulcan gun.

All zealots immediately shouted “Ah,” many people had red ears, many more shed sweat and tears of excitement, and the appearance of a **** of steam and machinery came to their eyes.

Gus put the Vulcan Cannon back into the back basket-more precisely, please ask the demon Lu Qingchen, who is dormant in the steam ball, to retrieve this weapon from a higher dimension.

The fanatics all sighed with disappointment, but did not dare to disobey the will of the “Sage”, and saw that a large Vulcan cannon disappeared into a small basket, and Gus’ eyes became more reverent fear.