Chapter 1230 Chunjun

In an instant, the temperature inside the praise room began to rise crazily.

Huai Shi felt as if everything he swallowed turned into boiling water when he breathed, and a tingling sensation spread in his lungs. The blood on the ground dried up quickly, and the rising water vapor fell on the steel, making a hissing sound.

The dark clouds in the sky are dissipating at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It was replaced by a storm that was dozens of times more violent.

Hot air rises and cold air falls.

The simplest phenomenon in physics, with the blessing of the secret creator, "adds fuel to the fire" and vents the turmoil from the current situation into this hell.

Foehn winds swept through.

A terrifying temperature invisible to the naked eye permeated the air. No flames could be seen, and no burning appearance could be seen. All we could witness was the tragic appearance of everything turning to ashes.

And this is just the aftermath of the aftermath!

When the correction points accumulated by the crowned One and the Rebellion Saint from slaying countless hordes and legions of hell over a long period of time were put into the Sword of Eden, the sword hanging high in the sky was described in the holy scriptures. The four-sided rotating flaming sword outside the kingdom of heaven finally regained its true appearance.

The flames of nothingness were endowed with the quality of objects, and the huge pillars of flames that penetrated the sky and the earth swirled rapidly, like drills, with a terrifying temperature comparable to the center of the sun and a judgment created for all solidification and hell, from the bottom of the earthly world. , soaring into the sky from the eternal darkness!

In the blink of an eye, good deeds and breakthroughs are possible! Heaven of life, breakthrough! Wisdom heaven, breakthrough!

It ran through the three realms until it reached the beautiful and glorious heaven, and then it stopped abruptly in front of the angry hand of justice. The blade of fire collided with the palm of justice.

It stimulated a terrifying light that could turn all eyes into coke.

In the spreading air waves, hurricanes scattered with their aftermath, shrouding the entire beautiful sky in sudden burning. Push all heresies and heresies into the burning hell!

Under the lock of the Sword of Eden, all the solidified ones were turned into dust wherever it passed. But for the friendly troops, they couldn't feel any heat at all, as if what was coming towards them was just a phantom of nothingness.

And destruction came suddenly from this hallucinatory scene!

It was like a burglary. As soon as they entered the living room, they took out their swords, guns, swords and halberds and started robbing.

At this moment, with the change of strategic plan, and after understanding the conspiracy hidden behind the curtain, the current situation has completely wiped out the previous step-by-step and steady approach.

The movements become increasingly rough, the style becomes more and more wild, and the attacks become more and more unscrupulous!

Um? Since you like pretending to sleep so much, I'm not welcome!

As the Sword of Eden took the lead in being completely liberated, in the hands of the rebel saint, the flaming sword of varying sizes and lengths continued to release streams of terrifying flames in all directions.

Simple, crude and straightforward, it completely ignites everything!

Wherever the sword blade passed, large holes were violently burned out in the inner boundary structure of the Gospel Holy Seat, which quickly became riddled with holes and became precarious.

You like hiding, right?

It depends on how long you can hide it——

There is no fear at all that the country will become impatient and corrupt, and all the troops will come out...the elite? It’s your damn elite who are being beaten!

Now the table is starting to turn over!

At this moment, in the deep, infinite darkness, a signal bomb suddenly flew up, and a scarlet light was drawn from the front of the ferocious Gospel Holy Seat.

The darkness in the distance indicates the location of this place.

Call out to the stars that are speeding towards you.

Like birds coming from afar on the wind of the abyss, with iron wings harnessing light and flames, the Holy Spirits who took off from the New Bratsk strike base followed the guidance of the signal and quickly moved towards the Holy See of the Gospel.

The little bits of light, connected in series, formed an inverted V-shaped array. Like Yafeng, it broke through the fierce poison that filled three depths and flew downwards.

"The predetermined depth has been reached, and the target position has entered the witnessing range."

A dull voice came from the channel with some noise: "Apply for war."

"Good luck."

Under the holy emblem in the Bratsk command center, the archbishop closed his eyes and prayed, raised his eyes, made a cross on his chest, and blessed calmly:

"Hail Mary."

"Hail Mary."

From the steel morning star came the praise of the Holy Spirit.

At that moment, a brilliant halo rose from above their heads, and the blessing from the Holy Spirit caused the galloping steel birds to accelerate again, and the dazzling light burst out, illuminating their huge and majestic wings.

On the iron wings imprinted with the serial number and the number of kills, the vector nozzles were flexibly adjusted, and flames were spitting out.

——Angel of Quan!

At this moment, when hundreds of powerful angels gathered in one place, forming an array, holding sulfur bows and salt arrows in their hands, and rushing towards them, the shadow of death descended towards hell!

Quan Angel battle formation!

In the blink of an eye, it passed over the Holy Gospel Seat at low altitude.

Faint fragments of light, like fragments of stars, fell from the iron wings toward the activated hell below. Immediately afterwards, dazzling rays of light rose from the ground one after another, spreading along with the destruction.

He nimbly shuttled between countless artillery fires and curses, and in just an instant, he had already swept across the entire battlefield, but at the end, the soaring steel birds turned back again.

Towards the Holy Seat of the Gospel, I once again throw down carefully prepared gifts.

Return!

Only strings of firelights shot up into the sky, slowly rising behind them.

And finally, pulled from the center of the array with the joint efforts of four powerful angels, what was sent to the Holy Gospel Seat was an ancient wooden cross.

When leaving, they slowed down, broke away from the formation, and fell downwards with the Holy Emblem!

Eight unfolded iron wings surrounded the Holy Emblem to protect it from the siege of the Evangelical Seat's close defense system. Broken iron feathers continued to fall off.

One after another, the powerful angels fell apart under the indifferent gaze of the lion's face.

But in the end, the dying Angel Quan unfolded his only remaining wing, controlled a stream of flames, and rushed into the cracks of the Paradise. The broken cross plunged into the deepest depths of darkness.

Immediately afterwards, the gospel that resounded through the depths came to an abrupt end.

In the dead silence, no sound of collapse could be heard.

Only the faces of four living creatures could be seen quickly distorting, and countless tiny human faces were dissipating at a jaw-dropping speed. In the cracks, endless blood surged and spurted out, leaving behind in the void A winding red river.

It was as if the huge hell that was being activated at this moment was also losing blood.

Whoever sheds blood, his blood will be shed by others.

Be it vitality, firepower, or power source... the moment the Holy Emblem was put in, it was like a nail wedged into the artery of the Holy See of the Gospel, and it couldn't help but erupt from the inside.

Now, in the midst of this unprecedented pain, both internal and external, the Holy See of the Gospel is finally outraged.

Four faces constantly appear and disappear on the surface, rotating, distorting, and blurring. In the end, the cold and gloomy deformed face once again formed a lion-like outline.

However, thick smoke continuously spewed out from the crack behind the face, and dark engine oil overflowed from the huge machine. The huge equipment hidden under the four living creatures finally revealed the tip of the iceberg!

Under the crazy attack of the current situation, Justice could no longer sit back and watch the situation collapse, and took the lead to reveal his trump card.

Now, as the lion's face changed, a straight crack penetrated the face and slowly expanded to both sides, revealing the true face.

It's still the same as before, but it's completely different.

Countless thick pipes, cables, and equipment were exposed from under the camouflage. From the open mouth of the steel lion, one section after another of pitch-black gun barrels rose from inside, forming a huge cannon that could rival the height of a mountain.

The terrifying caliber measured in kilometers was filled with strange flames.

As the cannon body turned, it was aimed at the border defense front. In this extremely close distance between them, the flames of hell that had been gestating for an unknown period of time erupted from the cannon body!

The perpetual motion machine of the workshop owners finally radiated its power. In a short moment, the power of the Holy Gospel Seat increased by more than ten times, and in an instant, the blockade that had been intertwined with the borders was torn apart.

The mighty gray-black flames moved straight forward, engulfing all obstacles in the way. Greedily corroding the brilliant light flowing in the Tianmen, flying towards the center of the border defense front!

Right in front of the flame stream, several huge borders that were too late to change their positions have burst like bubbles, and together with all the defenders and assets stationed on them, they have disappeared...

A chill that can freeze the lungs envelopes the souls of all observers.

Just by looking at it with the naked eye, you can tell - it is a real terrorist attack that can destroy the defense front from the front and break through countless border chains.

And at the same time, the endless sea set off huge waves, and rainbow light fell from the sky.

The black bird's figure walked out of it, its robes fluttering in the storm like the black wings of a flying bird.

Without any nonsense, he stretched out his hand to Chaos who had been waiting for a long time.

"Give me the pure Jun."

Chaos was speechless and took a step back.

The originally inconspicuous face quickly became rigid and lost its color. It peeled off and collapsed as quickly as soil, revealing a deep crack on the cracked body.

After the crack, there is the magnificent and majestic stream of light that stretches up and down like an angry dragon, reaching Kyushu and covering the entire territory.

——The so-called dragon vein!

At this moment, when Xuanniao waved, waves appeared out of thin air in the blazing dragon vein torrent, and the ancient long sword reappeared from the void, came through the air, passed through the crack in Chaos' chest, and fell into the hands of the old man.

The stars are bright and the autumn water is sparkling.

Clear and bright light surged up from the blade.

Everything is dim against the background.

When this sword was made, the mountains of red pansy were broken and tin came out; the stream of Ruoye dried up and copper came out; the rain master swept away the rain, the thunder god struck the gourd; the dragon held the stove, and the emperor of heaven filled the charcoal; the sky looked down, and the heavenly essence Next...

Ou Yezi, the oldest great master of the Eastern Xia Dynasty, worked hard and spent half his life to forge a sword that is unparalleled in the world.

But now, when the eyes from all over the world fall on this place through the inspection glass, I feel that I can't believe my eyes.

It's not that he was shocked by the power contained in Chunjun.

But now, I have discovered: What the hell is this stuff that Dongxia has been putting out with so much fanfare these past years!

Countless pairs of eyes held magnifying glasses, carefully analyzing every detail, studying every fluctuation and tiny feature, and in the end, they all came to the same conclusion.

The Chunjun in Xuannio's hands, even though it is astonishingly powerful and worthy of the holy name, does not cause any harm - from the very beginning, all irrelevant markings and miracles have been removed. In essence, it is nothing more than an empty shell and container.

To be precise, it belongs to a more terrifying behemoth...

……remote control? !

Now, when Chunjun's blade vibrated slightly and clanked, the clear sound penetrated the obstruction of the storm, resounded across the border, and echoed in everyone's ears.

It was like an unpleasant snort.

Let every soul be involuntarily nervous, trembling, and frightened.

But the moment he reacted, he discovered that everything in front of him was completely different. It was as if everything he saw, including the current situation, countless borders, and even hell, had been incorporated into a new order.

With the turning of that simple long sword, the scorching sun rises and sets, the bright moon blooms brightly, the stars move around, everything is moving as usual.

Everything is included in the reflection of the sword blade.

Become part of it.

Surrender!

Without any reason or warning, everything merged as Chunjun turned slightly at Xuanniao's fingertips.

Not even any incongruity.

Everything is so logical and protected under the order it established.

"It is wrapped with the four barbarians, wrapped with the four seasons; surrounded by the Bohai Sea, brought with the Changshan Mountains; controlled by the five elements, and judged by punishment and virtue; opened by yin and yang, held by the spring and summer, and carried by the autumn and winter..."

Xuannio gently caressed the uneven and screaming sword blade, and sighed with regret: "It is the emperor's sword after all, and I have wronged you by using it on such an ugly thing."

Pure Jun is speechless, just clanging.

It's like urging.

"Well, should I say something about destiny?" Xuanniao thought for a moment and shook his head indifferently: "Forget it, what era has it been... I'll make up a file for you later and study it internally."

At that moment, the cold iron light illuminated the smile on the corner of the old man's mouth.

Xuanniao raised the blade of his sword and slashed it casually.

It's not a superb sword skill, it's just some kind of aerobics that can be seen everywhere in the elderly activity center. The thirty-two postures of Zhao Qiansun Li Tai Chi sword can be said to be crude!

This old body that lacks movement has no capital to compete with others, and as the master of the pedigree, Xuanniao is destined not to wait until the day he goes into battle in person.

Now, he only holds the supreme power of Kyushu and draws a line between Siyi and Buchen.

As a result, countless dazzling stars lit up from the dark abyss.

Countless destiny descended the projection, divided the four fields, established the central palace, followed by Taiwei, Ziwei, Tianshi, the upper, middle and lower walls, and the four elephants of east, west, south, north and twenty-eight constellations.

Under the reflection of the sword blade, all darkness was illuminated by the light of destiny.

The star is brilliant and intercepts the flames of hell!

Quietly, swallowing everything up.