The first thousand three hundred and sixty-three chapters of the broken paradise mountain (1)
"Betrayal! Shameless betrayal!"
The Osmanthus Tree and the Palace of Doomsday Apocalypse looked at the humans who were entangled together and stood motionless in the posture of the moment of death. The angry roars shook Lin Qi's spiritual sea and set off a tens of thousands of frenzy, which made him
There was a wave of ripples in his soul, and he almost couldn't control his soul power and shot it out randomly in all directions.
Large groups of human corpses were frozen there. They were wearing the same clothes and holding various weapons. They used the most ruthless and ruthless moves to kill the enemies in front of them. In many places, these still exuded a terrifying atmosphere.
Humans with powerful murderous intent, their limbs were entangled with each other, their teeth dug deeply into each other's neck, and their entire palms penetrated each other's vital points.
Standing in front of two middle-aged men who were facing each other, with their whole arms thrust into each other's chests, Lin Qi was silent for a long time.
They were all human beings, wearing the same clothes and exuding the same powerful aura. They fought each other and died. Lin Qi couldn't tell which of them was the traitor and who was the betrayed. No matter whether they were good or bad during their lifetime, no matter they
Whether they were loyal or traitorous, they both died stiffly here.
The roots of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree peeked out from Lin Qi's fingertips, and he kept scanning the metal coat of arms on the chests of these people, announcing their names.
Names rang out softly one by one, Lin's, Yun's, Sha's... Familiar surnames were constantly announced by the sweet-scented osmanthus tree. The surnames of twelve hidden ancient clans kept ringing here, and some other names were also mixed in.
’s surname.
Lin Qi looked around. Among the dead humans, most of them were of the Eastern race, a very few were of the Black Spirit race, and the rest were of the Western race. Everyone's eyes widened, and they opened their mouths and roared silently.
, the weapons in his hands, or simply his own limbs, were inserted into the opponent's body using the most cruel and direct means, killing the opponent.
"What happened here?" Lin Qi muttered in a low voice.
"Don't ask us, we don't know either!" The osmanthus tree sighed lowly: "But a war broke out here. There is no doubt that some humans betrayed their blood. They betrayed something that should not be betrayed. They are a shame.
, they are sins, they are sins, they must be completely purified, they..."
Sighing heavily, the sweet-scented osmanthus tree waved its numerous thick rhizomes helplessly: "It's useless to say this now, put their bodies in place, and then go to the control core of Heaven Mountain. Hurry, control Heaven Mountain.
!”
Countless green streams of light poured out from Lin Qi's palms. The streams of light rolled up the stiff corpses and laid them neatly side by side. No matter who was the 'good guy' or the 'bad guy', at this moment they all
Lying there, not breathing at all.
One after another, weapons that kept emitting mournful sounds were rolled up by the osmanthus tree. The Shengxian Pond unceremoniously refined and purified these weapons, and then input them into the Tujun Axe. Lin Qi felt the Tujun Axe constantly trembling, and his
The temperature is getting higher and higher, as if there is a volcano brewing inside the Army Slaughter Ax, which may erupt with terrifying power at any time.
Lin Qi continued to move forward. On the huge silver pillars in front of him, large groups of human beings fell to the ground. Their corpses were in a state of disrepair. Each of them seemed to have been ravaged by hundreds of swords. Their bodies were in tatters, and many of their bodies were in tatters.
The body was almost shattered.
In particular, some people's bodies had been cut off at the waist, but they seemed to have been so severely injured that their upper bodies still climbed on the ground for a long distance, so that their upper and lower bodies were separated, and there was a long bloodstain in the middle.
Lin Qi saw a strong black man whose body was cut open all the way to the ribs. His upper body crawled over a distance of more than a hundred meters, and his hands were like iron plates smashed into the thigh of a middle-aged man with a shocked look on his face.
.The palm of the big black man cut into the middle-aged man's thigh from behind and protruded from the front of his thigh.
The middle-aged man with a shocked expression was holding a small stabbing sword in the style of a dark elf, and stabbed a young man in the back from behind. The young man's face turned pitch black, and he was obviously struck by that.
The poison on the stabbing sword infected his body, and he turned around with difficulty, and a strange-shaped scimitar in his hand smashed into the head of the middle-aged man behind him.
Lin Qi stood beside these three people, carefully analyzing their movements. A super-level main god of the multi-armed mysterious demon clan with hundreds of heads and thousands of arms fell to death in front of the young man who was attacked from behind. Look at the super-level main god.
The injuries on his body were clearly caused by the young man's clean execution.
If it hadn't been for a sneak attack from behind, this young man might not have died here.
As for the middle-aged man who succeeded in the sneak attack, if the dark man hadn't gritted his teeth and used his palm to blast through his thigh, and the young man's counterattack before dying, it might not have been possible to touch a hair of his.
"The young man who was attacked is called Ximen Yijie!" Osmanthus Tree said slowly: "His physical condition is very strange. His Qi and meridians are a hundred times more flexible than ordinary people, so he can explode all the power in his body in an instant.
, releasing a lethality that is thousands of times greater than that of existence at the same level!"
"The... ancestor of the Leopard Clan?" Lin Qi clicked his lips. The Ximen Leopard Clan, their attack method is a violent blow that is as gorgeous as fireworks. This is their biggest feature, and it also makes them firmly among the twelve ancients.
The terrifying talent of being the strongest assassin in the clan.
On Frostleaf Island, Lin Qi had seen people from the Leopard Clan take action. An ordinary saint, after a short period of luck and energy, could actually explode into a terrifying attack that was almost demigod! It was really like a meteor flying.
The gorgeous and dazzling attack is enough to frighten any enemy standing in front of the Ximen Leopard Clan.
Lin Qi squatted next to the killed member of the Hidden Demon Tribe. He carefully checked his body. Sure enough, the unlucky super-level Lord God was killed with one blow. A sharp and abnormal knife cut him open.
The center of his eyebrows shattered his brain, completely annihilating his soul and spirit, directly extinguishing all his vitality.
Lin Qi could not imagine how dazzling the strike of the Ximen ancestor who was killed by a sneak attack was. A super-level main god was killed by him with just one blow. He fell like a sledgehammer killing a chicken with one blow. If it weren't for the Ximen clan
There will be a short period of strength gap after the tribesman's attack, and maybe he will not be attacked by the middle-aged man behind him.
Slowly, he pulled out the stabbing sword that had pierced Ximen Yijie's heart. The dark, translucent stabbing sword actually made a hissing sound like a poisonous snake, and the sword's body was like a twisted rattan.
He also turned around and struck Lin Qi's palm with a sword.
The rhizome of the osmanthus tree was whipped out quickly, and it hit the evil stabbing sword hard. A whine sounded, and black flames came out of the stabbing sword, and then the osmanthus tree rolled up the sword without hesitation.
dagger, and threw it into the Shengxian Pond.
White flames rolled out from the Shengxian Pond, and the sticky flames wrapped around the stabbing sword, burning it until it screamed, and soon wiped out any bit of its intelligence and refined it into a ball.
White metal solution.
"Traitor!" The roots of the sweet-scented osmanthus tree swept across the coat of arms on the middle-aged man's chest: "Nan Zhen! Should he and Na Nan Tian be of the same race?"
Lin Qi didn't say a word. He just swung his army-slaying ax and chopped off the middle-aged man's head with a single blow. He kicked the middle-aged man's head away, and Lin Qi kept Ximen Yijie's body well.
He entered the space ring, then pieced the two ends of the black spirit man's body together, and placed them side by side with Ximen Yijie.
After recovering the body of the multi-armed super-god of the mysterious demon clan, Lin Qi continued to move forward with a gloomy face.
There was no longer any corpse of the archangel in the front, and everywhere they passed were densely packed human corpses. They either died together on the silver pillars, or they were entangled with each other and immersed in the crystal clear water. Their faces were different.
, or shocked and angry, or frightened, or despaired, or in a ferocious and vicious smile, a hint of fear and extreme disbelief suddenly appeared.
At least tens of millions of humans died fighting here, and the strength they showed made Lin Qi so frightened that he almost fainted.
He saw a strong man with a smoothly shaved scalp, exposing his knotted muscles, and holding a bloody piece of the body of a strange creature that had been forcibly torn open in one hand. And a girl with a delicate face punched him from behind.
Get into his back and kill this big man who is still mighty and domineering even after death with one punch.
But this girl did not end well. A man whose left arm was chopped off and two thighs were completely broken struck her in the back with an axe. The ax as big as a wheel penetrated her body, and instantly
Killed all her vitality.
Right next to these people, there was a handsome young man who looked like a green bamboo in a snowstorm. Beside him were hundreds of strange fallen angel corpses. They were like insects and wild beasts.
The fallen angel, which was formed by combining some of its limbs with humans, was cut into pieces by the sharp sword energy, and streams of blood shaped like flesh spurted out thousands of meters away.
But the handsome young man finally fell under a heavy iron pestle. The man holding the iron pestle was a young man who looked exactly like that young man and was obviously his twin brother. The young man who was secretly attacked and killed cannot be killed.
He turned to look at his brother with confidence. Countless years had passed, and the shock and heartache on his face, like an insect sealed in amber, remained to this day.
The young man holding an iron pestle and smiling ferociously was pierced by a huge bone spear. The blood-colored bone spear shot from an unknown source penetrated deeply into his back, and the bone spear sprouted...
Countless bone spurs as fine as hair were formed, and the dense bone spurs protruded from the young man's body, cutting his body like a hedgehog. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature, the novel will be better and updated faster!)