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Lin Qi suddenly understood a fact - why the ancestors of the Tiger Clan could easily rob the headquarters of the Miluo God Sect, not only because the ancestors of the Tiger Clan were so powerful, but also because they were basically the same people.
A complete army establishment!
Even if everyone has the same strength, can the local ruffians fight against the regular army?
"You bastard, what are you doing? Follow up!" Lin Qi's butt was suddenly kicked hard. Lin Qi responded hurriedly, and then led nine Tiger Guards lined up in two rows and strode forward.
The tribesmen ran forward wildly.
This dark boulder has a radius of dozens of miles. There is an obviously artificially processed black stone beam extending forward from the edge of the boulder. The stone beam is a hundred meters wide and is at least hundreds of meters higher than the surrounding rugged ground covered with countless cracks.
Meter high, even at this height, running on the stone beams, Lin Qi still felt that the air around him was unbearably hot!
"This place is really full of undead!" The two rabbits were so hot that they were sweating, and they were particularly uncomfortable here with their long black hairs. They shook their bodies and saw that the black hairs on their bodies suddenly
Shortened, the glossy black hair that was once more than an inch long suddenly became only a thin layer clinging to their bodies.
The donkey was even more straightforward. The black hair all over his body exploded cleanly, revealing his dark skin. He ran after Lin Qi panting. As he ran, the donkey spat out white hair like crazy.
Mouth foaming at the mouth: "It's hot, it's really hot, what kind of ghost place is this? Even the Abyss of Greed and Sin is not so hot! Ah, this is the first time for Mr. Donkey to come to such a ghost place!"
With a 'bang', a huge pole hit the donkey's head hard, and a bald man who was running closely with Lin Qi's team shouted sternly: "It is strictly forbidden to talk in the marching column! Bastards,
Who brought the donkey? Did you bring your own rations when you came to Jueyu to suppress it?"
The donkey's eyes suddenly turned red. Ration? Bring your own ration? It seems that a long time ago, someone also said this about the donkey!
"You are the ration, and your whole family is the ration! In the eyes of Uncle Donkey, you idiots are all the ration! Who is your father? Who is your grandfather? Who is your great-grandfather? Who is your great-grandfather?
Let the donkeys grow for you, uncle! I will eat them all as rations!"
The donkey was so angry that he cursed loudly and kicked the bald man away with his hoof.
"Grandson, who dares to say that Uncle Donkey is just a ration? Uncle Donkey is not done with him!"
The bald man who was kicked away by the donkey was furious. He jumped up with a roar and was about to rush towards the donkey. However, several other bald men around him quickly came to his ear and whispered something. The bald man's
His face suddenly became extremely strange. He stared at the donkey for a while, then shook his head and turned around to find other people's troubles.
"Uncle Donkey, are you so majestic?" Lin Qi looked at Donkey in surprise.
"That's it!" The donkey stood up happily and ran forward with both hind hooves. As he ran, he swung his long ears happily: "Everyone in the entire tiger clan knows the reputation of Mr. Donkey.
, who doesn’t know? It’s just that I haven’t been here for hundreds of years, and a bunch of yellow-haired brats have forgotten the majesty of Uncle Donkey!”
Jie Jie laughed strangely, and Donkey raised his head arrogantly: "I still remember that more than 10,000 years ago, Uncle Donkey went to Tiger Island for the first time, and several gray grandsons falsely accused Uncle Donkey of spying on the lover of their dreams taking a bath.
They wanted to cause trouble for me, but Uncle Donkey ate their two and a half artifacts as fruits, and then Uncle Donkey became famous on Tiger Island!"
The corners of Lin Qi's mouth twitched, and the nine tiger guards looked at the donkey coldly, and suddenly there were some strange and complicated expressions on their stone-like faces.
Running forward along the stone beam, the group of people ran like a violent wind for hundreds of miles. The ground around them suddenly shook violently, and high-temperature steam and blue fire continued to spurt out from some cracks on the ground. At this moment,
, a huge circular sinkhole suddenly appeared in front.
This circular sinkhole is about a hundred miles in diameter. The dark sinkhole has no idea how deep it is. Only streaks of scorching hot winds are constantly rushing out of the sinkhole. In the middle of the sky, just like Lin Qi coming from Lin Huai
As seen in his memory, a castle in the sky was steadily suspended there, releasing dazzling magical flames all over it.
The sound of huge wings flapping came from all directions. As soon as Lin Qi saw the castle in the sky, there was a strong wind all around. A large group of winged people with only a pair of white wings on their backs and red eyes looked expressionless.
He rushed out of the sinkhole and launched a desperate attack on Lin Qi and others.
Lin Qi is really embarrassed to evaluate the strength of these winged men. They are probably slightly stronger than status warriors. With such fighting power, not to mention a demigod, even a saint can kill chickens and dogs.
Massacre them wantonly.
But more than 100,000 white winged people rushed out of the sinkhole in a chaotic manner, waving dim white lightsabers, whizzing down expressionlessly, white sword energy tearing the air like raindrops
The same thing poured down. The dense sword energy covered the entire team, leaving no room to dodge.
But the warriors of the Tiger Clan did not dodge. They just rushed towards these winged men with their heads high and their chests high. The dim sword energy pierced their bodies, making a dull sound of "Puff", without any destructive power at all.
None. For these powerful thugs of the Tiger Clan, their status-level attack power is equivalent to a gentle spring rain, without the slightest threat.
Instead, the few bald men running at the front waved their hands, and powerful waves of air roared out. The tens of thousands of winged people rushing in the front exploded to death with a bang, and the densely packed winged people came one after another.
The explosion exploded, and the surrounding air shook violently.
"The air here is so thick and the gravity is so strong, how did they fly?" Lin Qi looked at the large swaths of winged men who were killed and shouted in confusion in his heart.
"They are just combat puppets, they are weapons, they are not living beings at all!" the Doomsday Apocalypse Palace muttered slowly: "So, they can adapt to any environment. Even in the deep sea, they can still maintain more than 90% of their combat effectiveness.
Without all-terrain, all-weather combat capability, the Angel Legion wouldn’t be such a headache!”
Suddenly, the Temple of Doomsday Apocalypse roared: "Be careful, I feel a big guy!"
A bald man killed the last few winged men with one punch, and suddenly a white light rushed out from the sinkhole. A winged man with four pairs of gorgeous white wings on his back and a few golden light feathers faintly appeared in his feathers.
He rushed out with dizzying speed and stabbed the bald man with his sword.
No one was alert to the appearance of the eight-winged man. The bald man groaned and was pierced through the chest by the lightning-fast sword of the winged man. Then the man's left hand waved a white beam of light as thick as the mouth of a bowl.
It hit the big man's body like thunder, sending him flying backwards.
Several big men from the Tiger Clan hugged the wounded tribesman. Seeing the transparent hole in the big man's chest, and then looking at his upper body that was so burnt that even his internal organs were visible, several big men from the Tiger Clan let out sharp screams at the same time.
Wails.
This is the fate of the tiger clan warriors, this is their inevitable fate.
To suppress the absolute realm, you should be ready to sacrifice anytime and anywhere! Because you don’t know what kind of risks are hidden behind a group of weak enemies. You don’t know when there will be a strong one that you can’t compete with.
The enemy appears suddenly.
The eight-winged man raised his long sword and slashed it down with a cold and ruthless sword. Hundreds of feather-shaped beams shot out, launching an indiscriminate covering attack on all the tiger tribesmen at the front of the queue. Lin Qi
His spiritual power can be retracted as soon as it is released, and the attack power of each of these beams is equivalent to a full blow of a high-level demigod.
In the surface world, such a blow would be enough to destroy a small kingdom, but here, it is just a normal attack. The space structure here is extremely stable, which proves that the rocks and other objects here are very solid.
, enough to withstand the fierce bombardment of demigods.
Dozens of tiger tribe demigods came forward. They waved their weapons to block the attack of the eight-winged man. Then, swords like angry dragons were blazing, and axes swept out with dull tiger roars, killing the eight-winged man.
The winged man's body was chopped into pieces.
A white crystal stone the size of a human head slowly flew out of the body of the Eight-winged Man, and then exploded violently with a 'boom'.
Dozens of tiger demigods who besieged the eight-winged man vomited blood and flew away at the same time. Nearly half of them were seriously injured by the self-destruction of the eight-winged man. This is the most troublesome part of the angel army. Not to mention the huge number.
Once they fail, they will immediately self-destruct, and the power of self-destruction is enough to severely damage a powerful enemy that is a level higher than them.
This kind of scoundrel-like dismissal once frightened the armies of the gods during the ancient war of gods, and the Tiger Clan suppressed such angel legions, and it has continued from the ancient era of great destruction to this day!
"Damn it!" Lin Qi roared angrily.
"Now you know how powerful the Angel Legion is!" The Doomsday Apocalypse Palace chuckled a few times: "Find Heaven Mountain, repair his control core, wake him up, and then this legion will be yours! Those low-level
There is no need to make too many angels at all, and he actually still maintains the ability to make eight-winged angels, so we only need this high-level archangel."
Lin Qi strode forward with a gloomy face. The soldiers of the Tiger clan had already rescued those clan members who had been injured in the explosion. A dozen were slightly injured, more than twenty were seriously injured, and most of them suffered severe internal ruptures.
Injuries. As for the tiger warrior who was sneak attacked by the eight-winged angel, he only had one breath left at this moment. According to the tiger clan's daily combat experience, this clansman is bound to die.
And among the twenty-odd severely injured soldiers, probably more than ten will die here due to their injuries. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)