Here Comes the Immortal Swordsman Chapter 1944: The final moment
"You will pay for your actions."
'Guti' from the Shangren Camp stared at Lin Beichen fiercely, and said: "In the organization, you are just a lowly character, how dare you manipulate me like this and kill 'Assange' ', you"
Phew.
The sword light flashed.
The head of'Guti' flew up.
Lin Beichen directly shattered his body, absorbed the cathode energy, refined it into a 'Yin Pill', put it away, glanced at the other ten cathode ancestor monsters, and said, "Do you have anything else to say? "
If it is in the cathode universe, it is not easy for Lin Beichen to deal with these cathode ancestor monsters.
But in the prehistoric universe, with his terrifying strength that can be increased by eating, sleeping and drinking water, it is too easy to kill a few cathode ancestor monsters.
The cathode ancestor monsters gritted their teeth secretly, hating to the extreme.
But no one is resisting.
They can see that this new ancestor of the ancient people is a lunatic at all, as if he has a brain disease, he can do anything.
"Don't be afraid, speak out boldly, I am a very clear person, I will definitely consider everyone's opinions seriously, and give simple and direct feedback on the spot."
Lin Beichen's smile is as gentle as a spring breeze.
But the cathode ancestors were silent.
Who would believe a fool.
"Alas."
Lin Beichen sighed and said, "Is no one talking? It seems that everyone has a deep misunderstanding of me."
It's a pity.
Can't find an excuse to kill one or two more.
Lin Beichen became serious again, and said: "Since everyone has reached an agreement in harmony, please join the army as soon as possible. Our goal is not only to eliminate Beichen's traitors, but also to cause casualties as much as possible. The tens of billions of empires It is best to use up all the army, but one thing to pay attention to is not to destroy and pollute the galaxies and planets, because after tens of millions of years, we will need to harvest again.”
Everyone in the Shangren camp agreed in silence.
Lin Beichen said: "I hope that everyone can strictly follow what I say, and don't bother me to clean up the disobedient garbage for the organization."
The doctor said.
Void Rift.
The twenty-first hall is indeterminate, hidden in nothingness.
Inside the hall.
There is a faint smell of blood.
The Furnace of Eternity ejected eternal flames, driving the entire twenty-first hall into a 'refuge', which could avoid the pursuit of the imperial army.
Although the beheading operation against the left-wing army was a great success, our own side also suffered heavy losses. There are less than 5,000 doctors who are recuperating in the hall.
Including some seriously ill numbers.
The atmosphere game is depressing.
Everyone was silent.
They are all hurrying to recover their strength.
Clatter.
There is a sound of flipping the book.
The Chief Priest Qin is no exception.
With long silver hair draped over her shoulders, she was sitting beside the Furnace of Eternity, holding a book in her hand and flipping it gently.
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If you read the book a hundred times, you will see its meaning.
The book has its own Tongtian Tower, and the book has its own Dao Foundation.
Bai Yiyun is not a doctoral person, but he patrols around the main hall, and when he meets a scholar who needs help, he lends a helping hand.
Although the atmosphere is silent, it is not decadent.
Scholars who can stand firmly by the side of Chief Priest Qin and choose to fight against the ancient people have already thought clearly, put life and death aside, have great perseverance and great wisdom, and will not turn against the water because of such things .
But the difficulty of the situation is still beyond everyone's imagination.
The most important thing is that there is no light in sight.
The final result that can be met is only failure.
It's a pity.
Alas.
The human race has a great foundation, but now it is replaced by the ancient race, it is really hateful.
"When the battle is fought, the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrows fall, and the soldiers fight for the first"
There was a sound of reading.
She is a girl scholar who looks only eighteen years old.
She broke an arm, the blood stopped, but the arm could no longer regenerate, her complexion was sallow, but her eyes were extremely firm, holding a book in one hand, her voice was clear, like a sword hitting.
This voice immediately aroused everyone's emotions.
Some people make peace without knowing it.
More and more people joined in and chanted poems with the girl with a broken arm.
"You can't go in and out, you can't go back, and the Xinghe suddenly has a long way to go."
"Wear a long sword and hold a divine bow, and leave your head and body without punishment."
"Sincerity is both brave and martial, and finally strong and invincible. The body is dead and the spirit is spirit, and the soul is resolute and ghostly."
The sound of reading aloud resounded throughout the hall.
Master Qin put down the book in his hand, looked at the doctors in front of him, and couldn't help but feel infinite emotion in his heart.
She is a man who has lived through the war.
Whether it was the battle of faith in the past, or the battle of the empire, she has witnessed and participated in it with her own eyes.
The essence of war is always killing and death.
But what it defends varies.
It is no exaggeration to say that today's situation has never existed before.
Even though they knew they were going to die, the scholars were still calm and generous, and the atmosphere of going to death filled the hall.
They are not fighting for their own benefit.
It is a fight for the survival of the race and the continuation of the faith.
Chief Priest Qin looked at the gate of the twenty-first hall.
Easy eyes.
In this war, the news from Han Buchen has always been stable and resolute. The message conveyed by the number one army **** in the prehistoric universe is always only three words——
There is hope.
Master Qin can't see where the hope lies.
But she chooses to believe.
Turn on your phone.
The avatar of that person in WeChat is still still, and there is no new news. It is quietly lying in the friend list, as if it really does not exist in this world.
Suddenly——
Boom!
Boom.
The hall shook violently.
Master Qin put away the book, stood up abruptly, and looked towards the main hall door.
With a faint gaze, he penetrated the wall of the palace, and saw three figures outside, which had already escaped into nothingness, and were bombarding the gate of the palace through the gap at the same frequency as the twenty-first palace.
The enemy is coming.
A formidable enemy.
Judging from the aura emanating from the other party, it is definitely a close ancestor.
The Chief Priest Qin, who has completely mastered the twenty-first hall, even vaguely felt that there was a more dangerous aura in these three figures, as if they did not belong to this world.
"Enemy attack."
"Ready to meet the enemy."
The scholars shouted loudly.
The crowd gathered quickly, formed an array, and headed towards the gate, making preparations for the battle.
At this time, the stern wind howled.
There seemed to be tens of thousands of ghosts screaming outside the hall.
Even through the walls of the Temple of the First Ancestor, everyone could still clearly feel the icy cold, as if they had suddenly come to the underworld and hell, with an atmosphere of despair, violence, anger, melancholy, and hesitation. , filled the entire hall in an instant.
"No."
A gray-haired old scholar said: "This is not the power of the prehistoric universe, it is similar to the breath of the underworld creatures recorded in Yao Shu"
Everyone was shocked.
The scholars who survived the war by chance are the elite among the elite. They have read a lot of books and have vast knowledge. Naturally, they know what a "creature of the underworld" is.
"The desolate ancient tribe is colluding with cathode creatures?"
"Eat inside and outside."
"Back to the family and forget the ancestors!"
Some scholars cursed angrily.
Master Qin glanced at Bai Yunyun beside him, and slowly walked to the front of the array, his flying silver hair was as crystal clear as snow silk, and the 'Creation Pen' appeared in his hand.
"Everyone, the final moment has arrived."
She looked back at the crowd, smiled calmly, and said: "It is my honor to fight side by side with you in this life. You, for the sake of the human race, fight!"
The voice did not fall.
Boom!
The gate of the twenty-first hall was finally blasted open by the terrifying cathode force.
The wind is howling.
Ghostly laughing again and again.
Three figures rushed in with endless purple and green ghostly aura.