The weather today is very good, the sky is blue and cloudless.

The bright sunlight shines, and all the buildings on the ground appear bright, warm and harmonious.

And quiet.

The situation on the wasteland continent is turbulent, and it feels quite wide and sparsely populated. The buildings are built open and spacious, sparse and bright. The tall buildings are even more spaced apart. In the city, you can see many traces of ruins by walking around.

It inevitably makes people feel a bit of desolation and vicissitudes and loneliness in their occasional leisure time.

Especially recently, all the residents in the city have been moved away, and even the true bodies of An Ling and Hei Cuodao are no longer in this city.

The whole city seems more vigorous and lonely.

When Chu Xinggu walked into this place, he fell in love with the city almost at a glance.

Of course, this is not the first time he knows the existence of this city. He has even observed all aspects of the city from various pictures and videos under his command, and learned about the relationship between the management and the coalition power here.

But at that time he didn't care much about the city, nor did he come here in person, nor did he know that the atmosphere of the city before the war came, turned out to be so in line with his aesthetic.

OK, so beautiful, really good.

He had decided that if the city was destroyed in battle today, it would be rebuilt on the original site and regarded it as one of its own "residences".

The layout of the city cannot be changed. It is so luxurious. The ruins still have to be those ruins. If there is not so much waste that is just right, of course it will destroy the newly created things into waste.

As long as Guan Luoyang is killed first, the loss of resources is not within his concerns. The cheap manpower provides a more comfortable employment environment for the existence of the pyramid top.

Moreover, as long as the situation in the wasteland continent can continue, the use of technology will be developed to develop more bad uses, and people will become cheaper, and those who originally had the materials will naturally become more wealthy.

Chu Xinggu likes this kind of imagination very much.

Some people once thought that he was unscrupulous, unscrupulous, and extravagant, and gave some examples.

For example, it is pointed out that Chu Xinggu has plundered no less than 1,900 properties for himself in the past half century, some of which were given to him by others to get in touch with him, but there are also many, because he occasionally looked at him when he passed by and felt that it was in line with his own eyes, so he circled it and regarded it as his own territory and was not allowed to touch it again.

Real estate on wasteland is actually not valuable. At least for most people on wasteland, they don’t care so much about houses fixed in some places. There are too many other places where you can pick up similar houses, renovate them, and live in them.

But Chu Xinggu's real estate is different because the places he conquered are unique, either containing some rare minerals or large factories that can support the vitality of the entire area.

Sometimes, these properties even include some living creatures. In the territory he encircled, whether it is rare beasts, mutated poisons, or the people who originally lived here, they are never allowed to leave here or destroy the appearance of this place.

Even sometimes, those scenes that Chu Xinggu thinks are "pleasant" and "unique artistic atmosphere" actually represent backward, inconvenient and depressing living environments.

There is no way, people's aesthetics are always diverse. Chu Xinggu still admired the person who accused him at that time.

He raised that person well, served delicious food and drink, and only asked that person to have the same full mood every day, make the same articles, and scold him.

Of course, the man refused to obey, but soon the man discovered that his relatives, friends, neighbors and neighbors had moved to the place where he was imprisoned.

Not imprisoned, but invited.

The pain of relatives has long been eliminated, replaced by the highest-end bionic prosthesis, and has regained clear vision, smell, taste, touch, and even physiological desires. They cried bitterly for their vividness and burst into tears.

The neighbors also lived a life that was unimaginable in the past and were freed from the sufferings of the past.

So they all came to thank the person who scolded Chu Xinggu.

The man became even more angry, and he picked up his pen, wrote down an article, read aloud, and scolded him.

When Chu Xinggu occasionally thinks about it, he will ask his subordinates to take the video of this person and pick out a few good ones from the speech and scolding once a day, and enjoy yourself.

Later, the man's level seemed to decline. He was less angry when he cursed, his words were less sharp, and he had many repetitions, and his words were shorter and shorter.

But he lived in the joyful and happy expectations of everyone, and he could no longer stop himself until he committed suicide.

After Chu Xinggu found out, he felt very sorry, but he did not take back the generous life that his relatives, friends and neighbors enjoyed.

Those people are still happily continuing their daily lives until now, just like Chu Xinggu's other real estate, staying quietly where they should be.

After all, that little resource is not worth mentioning for Chu Xinggu. Just kill Guan Luoyang first.

"I live so big, and I have worked hard until today, practicing day and night, just to hold power, spend money like soil, and do whatever I want!"

Chu Xinggu walked in this empty and deserted city, while admiring the city, shook his head, raised his hand, clenched his eyes tightly, and looked straight at his fist.

"I have such great power, such high talent, and such a long life. I don't like killing people or abuse people as my interest. I just want to collect it. For such a little bit of fun, I always have someone to interfere with me. Why?"

He raised his head, looked forward, and said sincerely, "Friends from afar, come and judge. Do you think that guy who is looking for trouble, traveling across the ocean, invading the door, and insisting on disturbing me a little bit of fun in life, should he die?"

Guan Luoyang was burning with strands of cold and Xuan catastrophe fire, and was walking on this street, shaking his head with a smile.

“It shouldn’t?!”

Chu Xinggu screamed in shock, took a few big strides forward, and asked anxiously, "Did you say you shouldn't? How could such a person not die?!"

"I think it's very damn!" A voice answered his question.

Starting from a corner on the southwest side of the city, buildings roared, cracked, tilted, and collapsed, alarming and spreading to the side of the street.

A man with tattoos on his body and a majestic figure as a hill, finally followed six men with similar appearances and similar figures as him.

The seven directors of Titan Heavy Industry are said to have reached the seventh level of psychic energy ten years ago. Among the psychics of this level, they are relatively experienced, but no one dares to underestimate them.

It is said that they were the final product of a large biological laboratory. Although the seven people are not brothers, they are better than brothers. The seven people join forces to make their psychic level soar to a higher level. When they were only third-level psychics, there were rumors that seven brothers joined forces and killed the fourth-level psychics more than once.

Not to mention, they have now blessed all the power resources and spiritual energy reserves in their territory to themselves. The seven people, each of them, entered the range of the eighth level of spiritual energy. Once they attacked, the upper limit of combat power was still unknown.

As soon as the seven brothers of Titan appeared, another cold voice came.

"I think it's damn, too."

The man covered his body with a similar white military uniform and a pure white cloak suddenly appeared five hundred meters behind Guan Luoyang.

The distance of five hundred meters made the man's figure look small, as if he had merged into the city background at the end of the street. Even if he raised his head, others could not see his face clearly. There were only a pair of eyes, like cold gems, embedded under the brim of the hat.

"We have long had our own order here. The survival of the strong and the survival of the weak and the natural choice of the world are the truth that has evolved naturally for hundreds of thousands of years. What's more, the existence of the promised land has given countless people the opportunity to climb up. They cannot climb up and cannot compete with others, and they deserve it."

"You coalition regimes like to be nanny for your subordinates. Then play that trick on your own territory. Don't mess with our territory and steal the power in our hands!"

This person was the Silver Army Lord who once defeated all players of the same period with "Psychic Fighting Qi" in the magic zone of the game world, and even defeated all the sons of luck in the magic zone at that time, and seized the certificate of divine power.

His most recent move was fifteen years ago, nominally the peak of the seventh level of the psionic power. In fact, it seems that he has stepped into the threshold of the eighth level at some point. His state after blessing seems even more mysterious. He can completely collect the externally blessed spiritual power signals into his body.

With every breath, the faint light of spiritual energy was also around him, and it seemed that his spiritual energy did not come from the brain, but was collected and placed in every part of the body.

Even when the Silver Army leader spoke, every pronunciation was accompanied by a mysterious fluctuation of spiritual energy, as if it was about to cause the energy in other people to surge together, and it was out of control.

When they saw the first ray of catastrophe fire ignited on Guan Luoyang, even if they didn't understand the cultivation system of "The Dharma of the Heavenly River", their keenness of their spiritual energy was enough to make them understand what kind of thing it was.

Passing a tribulation can represent the strength after the tribulation, and it also represents the fatal flaw that is easily disturbed during the tribulation.

The Han Xuan Tribulation Fire was originally transformed from the magic power of the Tianhe River to burn the Taoist foundation. Although the nine-level catastrophe fire also means nine transformations of the magic power of the Taoist foundation.

However, during the process of the catastrophe fire, the magic power in the body is in a state of constant loss.

Moreover, spiritual energy comes from the power of the mind, and one's own mentality is sometimes very critical.

While speaking, they looked back on their past, not only waiting for the trough of Guan Luoyang, but also in order to accumulate their momentum and polish their murderous intentions.

At this time, a one-eyed figure covered in bandages appeared in the glass window of the cake shop on the right side of the street.

"Guan Luoyang, I heard that you were from three hundred years ago. Humph, I must have seen all the vicissitudes of life. But do you know, what is his life like when a person who encountered a catastrophe at the moment of birth?"

The bandage man's voice was strange. When he spoke, he didn't know how many repetitions were stacked together. "Since he was young, he had to struggle to survive the catastrophe, fight for a little dirty water between his companions, do odd jobs in underground clinics, step by step, he had been involved in gangs, guards, warlords, and semi-mechanical groups. He had many intrigues and hard work to win his current status."

"We can step on top of millions of people, all relying on our efforts. God rewards hard work. If you want to change all this, you are contrary to the laws of heaven. Shouldn't you die?"

This shout spread out with a lot of echoes.

Things like sound waves have always become weaker and weaker, but this accusation is contrary to common sense under the influence of spiritual energy.

At the beginning, the volume was just a loud shout, but the more it spread, the more it caused the air to shake. All the thinner and crisp items buzzed, and the water on the ground was trembling, splashing out layers of waves.

This is not just the psychic energy emitted by bandage people, but the sound wave that is raised again after being resonated by powerful psychics from all directions during the diffusion of the sound wave.

They have not appeared yet, but are just ambushing in all directions of the city, southeast, northwest, in the sky and underground. The sound waves on this layer have represented their answers.

When the sound waves spread beyond this urban area, it is not just a brittle item, but reinforced concrete buildings will be roared by the whole shock.

All doors and windows were destroyed, the shop signs were broken, the walls were cracked, and the heavy pillars were shaken like loose building blocks.

As a result, a strange scene appeared in the entire city.

The urban area where the source of the sound wave is located retains a roughly intact architectural appearance in a circular area with a diameter of about five kilometers.

And beyond this area, whether tall or short, the urban buildings are gradually rising and resonantly enhanced by the psychic sound waves that shake and fall, sometimes collapse and are devastated.

Wherever the sound wave passes, it is like a huge wave of dust and smoke that thrusts the sky and the earth. In the end, it even expands beyond the height of the skyscrapers, with strong winds and debris, roaring endlessly and blowing away beyond the entire city border.

Cups and basins of clothes, garbage cans, window frames, lounge chairs, half a car, etc., as well as countless miscellaneous things in life, were thrown into the wilderness outside the city, blown by the strong wind, rolling on the ground.

The terrifying power of more than eighty high-level psychics gathered was revealed in this way, just a word, without even making any clear attacks.

When they have the same will, they only need such a few syllables, a kind of default, to destroy cities and exterminate creatures.

After Chu Xing's Gu Banquet invited the powerful people, these eighty people accumulated murderous aura, fighting spirit, and desire to destroy every minute and every second.

Finally reached its peak at this moment!

"I mean, I don't talk about my strengths and weaknesses with those who are ill in their brains."

Guan Luoyang's smile disappeared, and he said in a faint tone, "Should it be, should it be, what kind of pretentious and stupid question?!"

"When I kill you all, I will lead the people on this continent with my friends and take a path that can make people live more peacefully. How can I have time to talk to you?"
To be continued...