"Colonel, do you want to use another kh-555 missile?" Victor's voice interrupted the silence in the headquarters.
"General, do you think the kh-555 missiles are just cabbage? Our country currently has less than thirty missiles in total, and the president will not agree!"
Guinness no longer had the calmness he had before, and became a little angry. At this moment, he even forgot Victor's identity, and what he said was very unpleasant.
As a strategic-level weapon, the president's decision to use a kh-555 missile has been under a lot of pressure. If Sergeyev had not supported it, I am afraid that even the previous one would not have been able to be used.
"I order the Third Artillery Division to concentrate its firepower and fire three salvos at the target!"
At this moment, the sky where Ding Hong was standing was covered with clouds. All countries, including the headquarters, had lost their images of the place, but everyone knew that the devil-like man must still be alive.
It is impossible to use kh-555 strategic-class missiles, but Guinness can still mobilize artillery units. Thousands of artillery can fire in a salvo, and its power is not necessarily worse than missiles.
As Guinness's order was issued, the turrets of thousands of cannons of an artillery division deployed fifty kilometers away began to slowly rotate, and the ruler was aligned with Ding Hong's position.
"Junior, do you still want to hide?"
After taking out more than ten helicopters in a row, Ding Hong's anger subsided a little. Standing on the mound that was only about 30 meters high after being bombed, his eyes seemed to have passed through more than ten kilometers of mountain forest.
, projected directly onto Ye Tian.
Although Ding Hong's voice was silent, it roared in Ye Tian's heart like a bell, causing Ye Tian Yuan Shen to panic and quickly escape into his physical body.
"No need to hide anymore, little friend Ye Tian, you chased me from the capital to Russia and triggered such a big battle. What exactly do you want?"
Ye Tian could hear that Ding Hong's slightly feminine voice contained a strong murderous intention. It was obvious that his several hundred years of age were not in vain. He easily deduced that all this was caused by Ye Tian.
Guided by God.
Of course, Ding Hong did not wrong Ye Tian. He had already had the idea of letting the Russian military deal with Ding Hong.
However, Ye Tian never expected that Ding Hong was so powerful. The earthquake that was like the ground breaking just now was not able to hurt him at all.
"Senior Ding, I came here for other reasons. I really didn't know you were here too!"
Seeing that he could no longer escape, Ye Tian's body emerged from the soil. Although he was frightened in his heart, Ye Tian had experienced a lot of storms and remained calm on the surface.
"I don't know? Huh, junior, do you really think that with Gui Guzi's lineage protecting you, I won't dare to kill you?"
Ding Hong's face was ashen. After slaughtering more than a dozen helicopters, he felt his heart shaking, as if something bad was about to happen, and he was extremely irritable.
Although Guiguzi's lineage is good at deducing secrets, and maybe he will be able to find out that he killed Ye Tian in the future, Ding Hong can no longer care about so much. If he doesn't kill this son, it will be difficult to vent his hatred.
"The seniors want to bully the juniors, so the juniors can't do anything about it!"
Ye Tian's heart froze. He could feel Ding Hong's murderous intent. A ball of true energy surged out from the soles of his feet, but he was ready to flee. There was a hundred thousand troops dozens of kilometers behind him.
Fishing in troubled waters and slipping away.
"Want to run away? Do you think you can escape?"
With his spiritual consciousness released, every move within a radius of thirty kilometers could not escape Ding Hong's induction. Ye Tian's small movements were naturally seen by him, and a sneer appeared on his face: "The Sanqing Bell on your body is just right.
Purify your inner demons, maybe I can escape this disaster!"
Except for some evil cultivators, the deeper the cultivator, the higher the realm, and killing will arouse inner demons.
This is also the reason why ascetics have such powerful power, but they have to retreat into the realm of China and dare not come into contact with the world. They are afraid that they are not in a good state of mind and may lead to rash killings.
Ding Hong's forehead was already showing veins at this time. He felt as if there was a devil in his heart who was ready to destroy the world and kill everyone.
The Sanqing Bell in Ye Tian's hand is a Taoist magic weapon that has a wonderful effect on shocking the mind. Ding Hong didn't see it last time, otherwise he might have snatched it away.
"Aren't you afraid that our master will find you?"
Facing the unscrupulous Ding Hong, Ye Tian's heart slowly turned cold.
Ye Tian knew that in terms of cultivation, there was an insurmountable gap between him and the other party. Even if Ding Hong had suffered some injuries just now, it would only be easy to deal with him if he wanted to.
Because at the same time that Ding Hong was speaking, Ye Tian felt a huge coercion shrouding his body, causing the movement of Zhenqi to become stagnant. Trying to escape was undoubtedly a dream.
After hearing what Ye Tian said, Ding Hong looked up to the sky and laughed, "What can the Guigu lineage do? There was an old immortal three thousand years ago, and I am afraid he is no longer in the world now. What should I fear?!"
However, before Ding Hong's laughter ended, a look of horror suddenly appeared on his face, because he discovered that thousands of bombs suddenly flew into the range of his spiritual consciousness.
"Damn it!"
Realizing that the shells were covering all directions, Ding Hong opened his mouth and spat out, and the red light immediately enveloped him.
At the same time, a ray of blood rose from Ding Hong's forehead and penetrated the sky, scattering the dark clouds above his head. His body suddenly flew high into the sky. In an instant, Ding Hong was already among hundreds of people.
Meters high in the sky.
Ding Hong was trapped underground at the beginning and could only survive the kh-555 missile. Although it seemed nothing on the surface, he was actually seriously injured.
But now that Ding Hong is on the ground, the sky is open to birds and the sea is open to fish. Unless the Kremlin dares to drop a nuclear bomb on Siberia, there is really nothing they can do to him.
"Fuck you, old man, can you be more reliable?"
Just after Ding Hong withdrew the soul that suppressed Ye Tian, Ye Tian also felt the roaring shells at the same time. He did not dare to fly high into the sky and quickly shuttled through the mountains and forests close to the ground.
"Boom! Boom boom boom!!!"
Continuous explosions resounded throughout the world, and thousands of cannons fired volleys, causing landslides and ground cracks within several kilometers. Even the headquarters hundreds of kilometers away could feel the ground shaking slightly.
Countless gravels were flying, and large plumes of thick smoke covered the sky. The small hill that originally had more than thirty meters left was flattened by the explosion in the first place.
"Junior, do you still want to run?"
The thick smoke on the ground and in the sky can only affect human vision and satellites outside the earth, but under the induction of Ding Hong's spiritual consciousness, everything is invisible.
With a sneer on his face, Ding Hong's body moved. In a blink of an eye, he caught up with Ye Tian at a distance of seven or eight kilometers. He let out a clear whistle and the red light surrounding him suddenly flew towards Ye Tianfei.
go.
"This...is this a flying sword?"
Ye Tian, who was desperately escaping, suddenly felt a numbness on the top of his head. Looking back, he saw clearly that a red dagger, only three inches long, had arrived more than ten meters behind him.
Although Ye Tian had killed many people in the past ten years and had seen many big scenes, he had no experience fighting monks. Seeing that the flying sword was about to hit his neck, Ye Tian could only raise his right hand.
, blocked it with the Sanqing Bell.
"Jingle Bell!"
A crisp bell rang, and to Ye Tian's surprise, the flying sword was actually deflected. After drawing a circle, it stayed in the air seven or eight meters away from him.
"Hey, you can actually use your soul to attack. What a treasure?"
Ding Hong's face in the distance showed a hint of joy, "I heard that Guiguzi passed down a magic weapon to his disciples, but it disappeared later. Could it be the Sanqing Bell you are holding?"
In the world of monasticism, there are also magic weapons and magic weapons. On top of magic weapons, there are also spiritual weapons. Magic weapons are weak in power, and most of them are used to set up formations. For example, Ding Hong, who was born in the Weapon Refining Pavilion, has a lot of experience with magic weapons.
The machine is very disdainful.
The magic weapon is divided into a protective magic weapon and a natal magic weapon. The protective magic weapon is forged at once, and its power depends on the user's cultivation level. The higher the cultivation level, the greater the power of the magic weapon.
The natal magic weapon is to be cultivated in the Dantian. As one's cultivation improves, the quality of the magic weapon will continue to change, and it is a growth-type treasure.
The flying sword used by Ding Hong was his natal magic weapon. He learned it from a swordsman in the Shushan Sword Sect when he helped him forge his natal magic weapon.
This flying sword has been refined by Ding Hong with essence, blood and true energy for more than a hundred years, and he has almost cultivated a second soul in the sword.
If Ding Hong is promoted to Jindan Dao, he might be able to split a trace of his soul and turn this flying sword into a spiritual weapon.
However, when the flying sword and the Sanqing Bell collided, Ding Hong felt a soul attack coming from the Sanqing Bell, which almost scattered his soul in the flying sword.
It's just that Ding Hong was not surprised but happy. The greater the effect of the Sanqing Bell, the greater the effect on him. He also has more than just flying swords. A young monk like Ye Tian can do it with just a raise of his hand.
can destroy him.
The flying sword is a magic weapon that has been cultivated for hundreds of years. Ding Hong did not dare to use it to attack Ye Tian. With a casual move, the flying sword turned into a red light and flew back to Ding Hong like lightning.
"Junior, let me show you Dao Master's magic!"
Ding Hong sneered and used both his left and right hands. Following Ding Hong's movements, the dark clouds that had been dispersed by his blood energy gathered together again. In the dense dark clouds, there was a faint trace of thunder.
"Damn it, does this old guy want to use this thunder to hit me?"
Seeing this scene, Ye Tian couldn't help but feel his scalp numb. This was the real Taoist attack technique. Compared with it, the technique he used to use Yinsha to hurt people was simply weak.
