Chapter 1153 What Night Is This?

At the other end, in the surging river of blood, skeletons continued to emerge. From the large group of people who had perished, the prestigious Bone Burial Corps appeared here.

Countless bones crawled out of the blood, gathered in one place, and piled up into a mountain, forming a strange and deformed giant skeleton.

There is a bright crown on the skull that looks like a building. Dozens of arms stretch out in disorder, while deformed legs trample, crawl, and crawl on the ground in an irregular manner.

Without any defense, the enemies were allowed to waste their strength to carry out attacks beyond their own capabilities.

It just moved forward, walking indifferently among the armies, passing through the forest of legions and large groups of formations. Everything rotted into mud under the spreading miasma and fierce poison.

Wherever it passed, the heavy body squeezed the soil and the earth, digging out deep chasms in which blood surged, extending forward along with the huge skeleton.

A straight thrust.

Toward the core of the present situation!

He didn't care about other opponents at all, he just focused on searching for traces of the heavenly genealogy.

But now, the fortress-like skeleton of the Blood River was abruptly hugged by a pair of thick arms, hugging it tightly, with the arms contracting inward.

Then, up, pull up!

The mountains formed by countless soil and rocks now have limbs and form human shapes. Just like that, he hugged the immortal monster of hell passionately, lifted it up, and carried it on his shoulders!

He also patted his butt twice.

As if to try out the feel.

The sound is crisp and clear.

Immediately afterwards, under the witness of the whole world, he used outrageous standards on it...

Bomb dropped!

In mid-air, the undead formed by countless skeletons also fell into a sluggish state, feeling only the hurricane coming towards them.

And the earth quickly hit his face!

boom!

Countless bones erupted and dispersed like waterfalls. Those scattered bones quickly shrank, trying to absorb the power of the blood river to take shape again.

Then, everyone saw a strange smile appear on the blurry face of the mountain.

Just like that, two steps back, then two more steps.

He withdrew ten steps away, and then ran towards the opponent who was quickly recovering in front of him!

Amidst the whine of the earth's crust, he suddenly jumped up.

The huge mass carried when it took off caused the entire earth to rise and fall rapidly like a spring bed.

In the air, the mountain giant spread its arms and legs, and its huge body measuring kilometers cast a terrifying shadow, covering the skull's head and making the ferocious face fall into a sluggish state...

Then, there was an earth-shattering fall!

Meteors are falling!

The terrifying impact, which was greater than that of a nuclear explosion, fell on countless skeletons. Even the blood river dried up under this terrible impact, making it difficult to continue.

The bones that turned to dust quickly shrank and were reborn again.

Among the many bones, Gala’s face emerged and angrily shouted:

"What the fuck is this!"

"Of course it's a purely manly way of fighting!"

In the reborn mountains, an old face emerged from the top - the world giant of America, Traltcutli!

It raised its thick arms, peeling off the outermost layer of soil and stone shells like a coat, and countless rocks quickly formed the outline of strong muscles. In line with his will, it formed Powerful bodybuilding poses.

Sweat like rain.

Just like that, he smiled strangely and reached out to grab the opponent in front of him.

"Come on, friend, don't leave in a hurry."

Trall hugged its neck, tightly held it, and warmly invited: "Our wrestling has just begun!"

"Go away!!!!"

Galla roared.

It's not because he can't be beaten, or because of strategy or anything else, but because... this old man is so weird!

Is this what your current wrestling situation looks like? Why is it different from what I know? Is there something wrong?

And, I’m not fucking looking for you!

Where is Ying Fangzhou!

Ying Fangzhou, where have you been, you bastard?

Don't run, come out and face me!

On the other side, in front of the outpost network of the Heavenly Lineage, Ying Fangzhou, who was guarding here, also felt some kind of... nausea from his heart.

Right in front of him.

The leader of the group from the Yongshi Group was wearing a solemn black dress, a pair of exquisite leather shoes, gold-rimmed glasses, his hair was meticulously combed, and he was holding a briefcase in his hand.

No hiding.

"Are you Ying Fangzhou?"

The sales champion of the Depth Zone Business Department stopped in front of him, stretched out his hand to adjust his glasses, and after taking a closer look, he showed disdain:

"It doesn't look like that."

Ying Fangzhou drew his gun expressionlessly.

Didn't even bother to respond.

But then, he saw that the opponent in front of him suddenly took a step back, and then pushed the golden mountain to the jade pillar, neatly, smoothly, and extremely skillfully...

Kneel down!

With a pop, the sales champion fell to his knees, and suddenly burst into tears, crying and shouting. He stretched out his hands and hugged Ying Fangzhou's thigh tightly and wouldn't let go.

"Wait a minute, Dad!!!!"

Pin Guan banged his head and shouted, "Dad, please, you are my dad. Please, take a look at our products!"

Tears and snot spurted out from his nose, and he pleaded with all his strength: "Our Eternal Group is absolutely high-quality and low-priced, and absolutely based on integrity. Dad, we are old acquaintances with Heavenly Genealogy, and now we still have discounts, woo woo woo... …”

Go to hell!

This extremely funny buffoon should have been completely evaporated in an instant.

But when those hands held up a thick plan and raised it in front of his face, Ying Fangzhou's movements suddenly stopped.

Amidst Pin Guan's cries, some kind of emotion and hesitation that shouldn't have appeared emerged from his heart, breaking his original pure state of mind.

Instead, there turned out to be some kind of thought that made Ying Fangzhou's hair stand on end - he was so pitiful and humble, yet he looked so sincere... How about taking pity on him and taking a look at him?

Murderous intent and wavering constantly surfaced on that face.

struggle.

Amidst the flattering smiles, humble entreaties, and the entreaties of the sales champion, the purified will began to gradually become dull. With difficulty, little by little, I reached out to the product catalog that was delivered to me.

A page has been opened!

desire!

Countless material desires and greed emerged from the product catalog, viscous and squirming, crawling towards Ying Fangzhou's body bit by bit along his fingers.

Penetrate the soul!

"Take your time and take your time. Don't be in a hurry, not at all."

With tears and runny noses in his eyes, the sales champion showed a sincere smile and took out thick catalogs one after another from the briefcase beside him:

"I have brought twenty different sets here. Take your time to look at and choose. As long as you pay a little bit of source material, you will get a beautiful gift package."

In this way, I happily watch the guests looking at the catalog, selecting goods, and looking forward to the future...

Look, look.

Gradually indulge in endless material desires, gradually overdraw, gradually become greedy, and endlessly possess and purchase. From money, to material, to life to body, in the end, even the soul is mortgaged!

The feast of desire has just begun...

Snapped!

A clear voice sounded from Ying Fangzhou.

The sales champion looked up in confusion, only to see that face cracked by the erosion of the curse of greed, but there was more greed and desire emerging from behind that broken face.

Like an ocean.

Boundless...

Even the sales champion is stunned by his desire!

sluggish.

"Are you kidding..."

Cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He felt as if he had lit the fuse of the explosive depot. The flames obviously spread as he imagined, but why did he feel so frightened and uneasy?

Wait a minute, is this really the blade of the Utopia?

Or are you saying that you made a mistake?

But the opponent in front of him is clearly Ying Fangzhou, and there is nothing wrong with it. But since it is Ying Fangzhou, why is there such huge greed and desire in that resurrected soul?

It’s simply too much to satisfy!

At this moment, in Ying Fangzhou's hands, even the catalog that recorded the essence of all the products and disasters in hell began to tremble violently, and it turned over automatically without wind, at a speed that was difficult to distinguish with the naked eye.

One book after another.

Burned to ashes in the fire of Yun Zhongjun's desire.

Until finally, among the scattered ashes, the expressionless face lifted up again, overlooking the dull pin crown.

Lightning surged.

"it's a pity."

Ying Fangzhou sighed regretfully: "It seems that you can't buy what I want here -"

"Wait, wait, I have more here..."

boom!

Thousands of wrathful thunders rose from the ground and into the sky.

In front of Ying Fangzhou, there was only a dark pit. Amid countless flying dust, a burning leather shoe fell from the air and fell into the mud in the distance.

The clown is finally dead.

No bones remain.

But his goal was still achieved.

I was delayed here by him, and the other party had already completed the blockade.

Farther away, the earth was shaking.

The dark clouds of the Thunder Sea spread.

The huge rotten disc spreads out eight pairs of giant wings and sprinkles a heavy rain of green scaly powder.

Wherever the scale powder passed, endless ghosts crawled out of the green fire, gathered into a sea tide, and came towards the outpost behind Ying Fangzhou!

The familiar smell of blood was carried by the wind blowing against his face. It was so strong and carried the long-lost smell of death.

And the stench of the abyss.

Behind him, there was only an empty outpost.

The closest support was also completely cut off.

Hanging alone outside.

And the world he once wanted to defend has long been turned into ruins, leaving only lonely ghosts like himself wandering in hell.

For a moment, he seemed to be in a trance again, as if he had returned to seventy years ago.

Everything is so familiar, so similar.

But this time, he no longer had the rage and grief he once had.

But for some reason, he laughed out loud!

So satisfying, so happy.

There was no need to look back, he could feel the rays of light from the stars in the sky - those rays of light shone on his shoulders again.

Just like it was a long, long time ago.

Gentle and bright.

It seemed like that era that belonged to them was back again.

Everything he wanted to protect once again came behind him.

"This time, please, look at me..."

Yun Zhongjun smiled and softly begged the souls of the past. Just like that, he pulled out the water of hatred and looked up at the endless swarms and legions in the distance with disdain.

Tick ​​your fingers.

This is the final declaration of war:

"--Come!"

Two updates completed.

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