Seeing the figure in gray clothes and white hair, Lin Qiye blurted out his name.
Wang Mian stood in front of Lin Qiye. Pieces of flesh and blood fell onto the snow in front of him. The [Yi Yuan] on his waist was returned to its sheath.
After confirming that Isis would not be able to regain mobility within a short period of time, he turned back and was about to say something when he saw Lin Qiye's current appearance and was slightly startled.
"Lin Qiye, your realm..."
A miserable smile appeared on Lin Qiye's blood-stained face.
The king looked a little confused. He glanced at the bloody Isis in the distance, then scanned the devastated battlefield around him, and his eyes fell on the coat of arms left in the snow.
He seemed to have realized something, and his whole figure stayed in place like a sculpture.
I don't know how long it took, but his old face, which was full of grooves, wrinkled deeply.
His body began to tremble uncontrollably.
Infinite anger and madness burst out from his eyes.
He roared low, pulled out the [Yiyuan] from his waist again, crashed through the wind and snow, and flashed in front of Isis, who was bloody but still not dead.
He gripped the handle of the knife tightly with trembling hands, and his knuckles covered with age spots looked pale from excessive exertion. He stared at the body under him, raised the snow-white blade high, and struck it wildly again and again.
Stab into Isis' body.
The suppressed roar echoed in the whining wind and snow, and the scattered snow flew with his movements. He was like a madman, stabbing dozens of knives in succession at the pool of flesh and blood that was slowly recovering in the snow. Waiting until she
It had turned into minced meat all over the ground, completely dyeing the surrounding snow red, and then he tremblingly let go of the handle of the knife.
He knelt down weakly in the snow, his old eyes slowly closed, and his hoarse voice contained endless sorrow and self-blame:
"I'm sorry, Lin Qiye...I'm sorry..."
"We...were late..."
Hearing the word "us", Lin Qiye's blood-stained face finally showed a smile of relief. He lay weakly in the snow, looking up at the national monument with the flames gradually extinguishing, and longing.
Breathe a sigh of relief.
He knew that he had guarded this national monument.
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Another battlefield.
Zuo Qing stood in front of a snow pit, looking down at the sealed Fengshen Xiu at his feet, frowning slightly.
The bright car lights shone through the wind and snow, and a battery car drove slowly. Lu Wuwei stopped next to Zuo Qing, reached out and took off his helmet.
"Why did you come so fast? Didn't you already take the unconscious night watchman on the plane back to Beijing?" Lu Wuwei asked doubtfully.
"I sensed the invasion of the alien gods, so I jumped out of the plane and flew over." Zuo Qing replied, reaching out to lift the Fengshen out of the snow. Xiu's whole body was extremely stiff, as motionless as a sculpture.
"Oh...what happened to him?"
"I don't know. It seems like someone took action to curb the process of reshaping his body." Zuo Qing looked around, but did not find any suspicious figures. "Strange... Is there anyone in Daxia who can do this?"
"I think now is not the time to discuss this."
Lu Wuwei stretched out his hand and pointed at the sky-high giant shadow in the distance that was pressing the two Nine-Pillared Gods to the ground with a blaster, "What kind of monster is that that is about to smash the heads of the two Nine-Pillared Gods?"
Zuo Qing glanced at it and said calmly, "That's the Black King."
"Black King? What is Black King?"
"... I won't be able to explain it to you for a while." Zuo Qing put Feng Shen Xiu's body down temporarily, "The two nine-pillar gods are already on the verge of death. Find an opportunity to control them, and then wait for the Queen Mother to take action and lock the Black King away.
go back."
Zuo Qing glanced at the giant skyscraper figure with only three chains left on its body, and sighed, "In Daxia now, only the Queen Mother can suppress it."
"Is it that strong?"
"It has completely lost control and gone berserk. Have you seen the last three chains on it? If those three chains are broken again and the 'prison' is completely damaged, I'm afraid it will never be able to be locked up again."
"It sounds like the situation is already very urgent." Lu Wuwei glanced at the Queen Mother of the West who was fighting against the Eight Yuan Gods in the distance, "But isn't the Queen Mother dealing with those Eight Yuan Gods?"
"Someone will take over." Zuo Qing raised his head and glanced into the distance, "Counting the time, they should be here soon..."
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boom--!!
The surging divine power surged in the air. The Queen Mother of the West held the Kunlun Mirror and looked coldly at the three scarred Eight Souls in front of her. Her cold face showed murderous intent.
On the cliff of a mountain not far away, the corpse of an Eight Yuan God was gradually being burned to ashes under the green flames.
Witnessing an Eight Yuan God being killed, the other three gods frowned. They glanced into the distance and saw that the Nine Pillars God still failed to destroy the Zhenguo Monument, with anxious looks on their faces.
"What on earth are they doing..."
Queen Mother Xi snorted coldly, and just as she was about to take action again, several thunderous explosions rang out from the horizon.
Several streams of light flew from the west at an astonishing speed and landed around the three Eight Yuan Gods. One of them, a silver stream of light, hovered in the air for a moment and flew straight towards the Zhenguo Divine Monument.
Around the three Eight Yuan Gods, a figure of the Great Xia God was outlined. A young man with black hair and red clothes, carrying a fire-pointed spear on his shoulder, and stepping on a hot wheel, led six or seven Great Xia Gods to the Eight Yuan Gods in the air.
Completely surrounded by it.
Seeing this, the expressions of the three Eight Yuan Gods suddenly changed, and just as they were about to rush out desperately, blazing fire ignited from the void, turning into a ring of fire to force them back.
"Nezha's rescue came late, please forgive me!"
Outside the fire ring, Nezha raised his hand and bowed to the Queen Mother of the West.
When the Queen Mother of the West saw the arrival of reinforcements, she relaxed her frown a little. Her eyes fell on the giant skyscraper figure in the distance that was completely out of control, and her eyes narrowed slightly.
The Queen Mother of the West didn't even look at the three Eight Souls, she flew straight towards the giant shadow in the sky, and said calmly:
"Kill them all."
"yes."
As the Queen Mother of the West disappeared from the spot, Nezha held the fire-tip spear in his hand and turned to look coldly at the three earth-colored Eight Yuan Gods.
"You like to run away, right? You like to steal homes, right?" Nezha's pupils were filled with blazing anger, "What I hate the most... are you guys who like to steal homes!"
The red sea of fire instantly dyed the groggy sky into bloody clouds.