"Okay, how much energy and resources did those idiots waste on you? But you fell into the hands of Uncle Donkey, and Uncle Donkey won't let you feel so comfortable! Well, according to the Yuanjie's most urgent wartime act,
I will transfer your command to Lin Qi! This is Lin Qi’s information, his appearance, his body shape, his voice, his smell, his fingerprints, his iris pattern, his bloodline inheritance sample and his
The breath of power attribute!"
In the ground world, the donkey tilted his head, and gray lights flashed continuously in his eyes. When he muttered a long string of words to himself, the donkey shivered violently, and then raised his eyes.
Lai said blankly: "Uh, what nonsense did I just say? What did I do? Well, you can't be too demanding on an amnesia patient, can you?"
With a faint sigh, the donkey raised his head and smiled brightly at Spier and Xalise.
Only then did Spier and Xie Lisi come down with many black spirits, and soon surrounded Lin Feiqian, Yun Mingjun and others. Just now, the donkey was busy controlling Qiu Fengjun and other metal beings, forcing them to spit out their precious origins.
When the power was helping the Second Poseidon Temple to recover, Spier and the others continued to release powerful murderous intent to force Lin Feiqian and others, forcing them not to dare to move at all.
Even Lin Qiqi, whose strength was completely destroyed, was suppressed by this terrifying murderous intention and could not hold his head up. He could only roll his eyes in confusion and kept thinking about the meaning of the name "Lin Hu"
, while racking his brains to figure out how to get out of the current embarrassing situation.
But Lin Qiqi was good at using violence to solve problems. When his power was taken away, he couldn't think of any useful method at all. The donkey stayed there in a daze and muttered for a quarter of an hour, and then he lay on the ground and tortured his own brain.
For a quarter of an hour, at the end, he sighed helplessly, and then one of Xie Lisi's spider legs, covered with shiny fluff, stepped hard on his head.
"Dear Xie Lisi, don't kill him!" The donkey blinked and winked at Xie Lisi: "Keeping him is still useful. Well, you metal lumps, you have nothing to do here. Take it with you.
Your mother, go find Lin Qi!"
Lord Qiu Feng was so angry that his whole body was trembling. He was angry and scared and yelled at the donkey: "We have no mother!"
The donkey rolled his eyes and suddenly switched to the mother template of Qiu Fengjun and the others. The native language used by the metal creature group that was exterminated by humans. The sound the donkey made was like the cry of a giant whale in the deep sea, deep and distant, full of emotion.
The mysterious aura. Qiu Fengjun and his party were stunned on the spot, because Donkey suddenly said to them, isn't the Second Poseidon Temple their mother?
In a sense, this is, this is really the case! Qiu Fengjun and the others have no parents. They are warriors directly made from various materials by the Second Poseidon Temple. In this sense, they are really
They are the children of the Second Poseidon Temple. Donkey asked them to take their mother to find Lin Qi. Doesn't that mean he asked them to take the Second Poseidon Temple to be loyal to Lin Qi?
They looked at each other bitterly, and the countless years of planning and ambition in their hearts suddenly disappeared. Qiu Fengjun and his group shook their heads, stretched out their hands dejectedly, and tore open the void. They walked straight in. On the side
Yun Mingjun suddenly became anxious. He opened his mouth and wanted to stop Qiu Fengjun and the others, but Yijite raised his tail ruthlessly and blocked Yun Mingjun's mouth with the tip of his tail.
Yijite has a huge body, but his tail is very delicate. The pointed and thin tail got into Yun Mingjun's throat playfully, and lightly stirred his throat a few times. Yun Mingjun.
Suddenly, he felt nauseated and wanted to vomit, but his trachea and esophagus were blocked by Yijite's tail. How could he vomit? He could only hold back tears until tears flowed out.
The donkey smiled and stood up, swung his little tail and walked to Lin Qiqi's side, then slapped Lin Qiqi's face hard with his hoof. "Okay, Lin Qiqi, we can have a good time.
Let’s settle the score! Uncle Donkey is not big-minded. Uncle Donkey remembers very clearly that when I followed Lin Nuting, Lin Qi’s grandfather for many generations, to Tiger Island for the first time, you instructed your grandson to treat Uncle Donkey violently.
Picking your nose and raising your eyebrows has caused me countless troubles!"
He simply sat down on Lin Qiqi's chest. The donkey lowered his head and put his donkey face almost close to Lin Qiqi's angry face: "Now, grandson, you fall into my hands.
Oh! How should I deal with you? You actually brought people to trouble Xie Lisi. This is an intolerable crime! You must be severely punished!"
Looking at the donkey's triumphant face, Lin Qiqi closed his eyes in despair.
At the same time, over the Eastern Subcontinent, the Hell Arena was wrapped in rolling black clouds. Overlapping dark clouds even extended to tens of thousands of miles away. Black-red lightning rolled in the dark clouds, and dull thunder shook the ground.
The weather also became extremely weird. Sometimes it was pouring with heavy rain, sometimes it was like hail, and sometimes magma was falling from the sky. The Eastern subcontinent seemed to have turned into the legendary demonic hell.
The killing on the ground continues, and the believers of the Tianmiao are rushing forward with great difficulty. The believers of the Milo Sect are crazy, fearless of life and death, and are blocking the progress of the believers of the Tianmiao at all costs. Every minute,
Every second, tens of thousands of believers from both sides died. Mountains of corpses and seas of blood could not describe the tragic scene. It was completely hell. The heaven and earth turned into a huge millstone, and all living beings were ground in that millstone.
Shattered to pieces.
The various magical and secret methods used by the believers in the Tianmiao are quite normal. Although their magical and secret methods are extremely lethal, they still look glorious, majestic, and holy and righteous. However, the Miluo Cult destroyed the temple.
The believers were so driven that they even used various secret methods of destruction.
The corpses on the battlefield suddenly exploded, and countless blood and water burned and exploded. The souls of the dead turned into vicious curses and flew all over the sky. You could even see the hill where countless corpses were piled together suddenly squirmed, turning into a huge humanoid monster and beating around. Finally,
There was also a loud noise and it exploded into a bloody mushroom cloud that wiped out all living things within a radius of dozens of miles.
In order to kill the enemy, the Miluo God Cult uses all kinds of weird magic and sorcery in an endless stream. They use human flesh as ammunition, human blood as fuel, and human soul as catalyst. All kinds of powerful magic fall like raindrops.
The direct killing of the believers in the Tianmiao caused blood and flesh to fly everywhere, and the splashed flesh and blood became new weapons for the believers of the Milo Sect.
There are even more powerful ones among the believers, those powerful demigods, standing in mid-air. They lifted up the mountains and smashed them everywhere. They joined forces to lift the mountains into the sky, and then smashed them hard on the enemy's heads.
Some people simply moved the rivers and lakes into the sky, condensed them into icebergs and then smashed them down.
Their battles directly changed the natural environment, and each of their blows could destroy chickens and dogs within a hundred miles. Their war unfolded over the Eastern Subcontinent, and wherever the aftermath of their battles passed, people from the Eastern Subcontinent were
The indigenous tribes were immediately razed to the ground.
There are countless resentful spirits crying and howling in the void, and countless souls gather together in the air. Their number is so huge that their traces can be seen clearly with the naked eye. Countless invisible whirlpools are spinning in the sky.
After the soul hovered in the sky for a while, it was swallowed by the whirlpool. Even if the gods were fighting in the arena, they still did not give up plundering the souls of believers.
The invisible whirlpool in the air will suddenly explode into a large area, and dozens or hundreds of invisible whirlpools will be blown to pieces at every turn. That is the death of certain gods, and their divine power condensed into a channel to absorb the souls of believers, which naturally follows them.
Fall and collapse at the same time.
The Eastern subcontinent was in chaos, with human blood staining the ground red like cheap sewage. All kinds of strange corpses were piled up, then flattened, and then piled up again. The piles and flattenings again and again made the
Many places have turned into a scarlet meat pie. Such a tragic and cruel scene is enough to scare a sane person into a lunatic!
In the Hell Arena, Lin Qi was well aware of the fighting situation outside.
Alan Du has already looted the secret vaults of the gods in the Tianmiao, and he is now sneaking into the lair of the gods of the Milo Sect. Along the way, Alan Du will pass everything he sees through the soul connection between him and Lin Qi.
Lin Qi. Corpses piled up like mountains, and blood flowed like rivers. This divine war between the Tianmiao and the church had only begun for a short time, but it had already caused huge losses to believers on both sides.
For the gods, this is a feast, a feast of souls and the power of faith. But Lin Qi just felt that these believers died so cheaply! They died for their beliefs, but they did not know that behind them
In the eyes of faith, they are existences worse than animals.
They believe that if they die fighting for the gods, they can enter the Kingdom of Gods after death and live in boundless scenery forever. However, after their death, their souls become tonics for the gods, allowing the gods to continuously enhance their power after taking them.
Strength, repair their wounds in the ancient divine war.
"Such a fool will die if he dies!" Lin Qi raised his head disapprovingly and looked at the hundreds of temple gods and nearly a thousand gods of the Milo Sect who were fearfully blocking him in front of him. The twelve undead souls
The white bone carving knives condensed by the breath were flying around Lin Qi like a bird. The trembling gods standing together looked at these knives, their expressions changing intermittently.
How many gods have died in Lin Qi’s hands? Thirty thousand? Fifty thousand? One hundred thousand? One million? To be continued)