Forty Millenniums of Cultivation: Inheritance of the enemy of the Iron Fist (78)

Countless people were directly hit by burning fiercely's Iron Fist and instantly gasified without leaving tiny bit with ashes.

Some people are swallowed by the qi wave, which indirectly becomes part of the qi wave, turning the tumbling qi wave into a creeping and expanding beast, constantly expanding outward.

Even the earth was blasted away by meteor fire and rain, revealing a series of cracks directly reaching the center of the earth, and the deepest crack in the crack was not Hell ’s Demon Fire, but the rushing data flow like vortex.

The disguise of this world is peeling off inch by inch, revealing the virtual essence.

The torrent of data is like a volcanic eruption, blasting out from the endless Abyss, slamming its teeth against people.

Everyone who is touched by the torrent of data is fragmented into countless crystal-clear blue numbers, and then falls apart and completely annihilated.

If it is said to be killed by the meteor rain falling from the sky, burned and torn, it can also be understood by poor virtual people.

So, disguised disguise reveals the pitiful nature of the data, and then all have several data is cleared, deleted, and returned to the original state-this is what the virtual humans can't understand, and the ultimate horror.

Someone finally reacted and gave a desperate cry.

After seeing the Creator exert such a great power of Destroy the Heavens and Exterminate the Earth, some of the mechanics and steam devotees collapsed in spirit, and they suddenly repented.

They knelt on the ground with tears and weeping, and prayed to Fist King, not to spare their lives, but to beg True God for forgiveness, to listen to their confession of death, and purify their sinful souls.

Some of the faithful believers in the boxing temple were also mentally devastated. They were stunned and watched the indifference of the massacre, they did n’t understand what happened-True God was coming, although it was the most sacred time of glory, but why True God was no enemy But, are they going to drive these faithful lambs into **** with pagans?

"The God of Boxing, I praise you, I submit to you, I am your most faithful slave!"

Some Iron Fist troops went crazy and shouted towards Fist King.

He was subsequently smashed by a shooting star Iron Fist to torn body and crushed bones.

"Supreme is supreme, the most benevolent the Creator, I am your lamb, I am your servant, I am the projection of your will, I am your most insignificant creation, your will must be reasonable, if If you want to purify this world, this world will surely be finally redeemed. "

Some priests in the boxing temple suddenly understood the intention of Fist King. They no longer resisted, sitting cross-legged in the pool of blood, eyes drooping, chanting words, waiting, and soon came the arrival of destruction.

"Come on! Pseudo-God!"

Naturally, the hardest machinery and steam devotees are indispensable. In the face of the meteor rain covered with sky, they never frowned.

Under the majestic momentum of Fist King, they still gritted their teeth and straightened their waist rods. swing down roared towards the sky with steam guns. "Despite destroying us, you never want to defeat us and get our surrender. Come on, let us Fight to death! "

They burned the boiler to red, blasted the most powerful steam, shot the last projectile towards the sky, then ushered in a hundred times the number of meteor rain, and died with a laugh in the flames and Iron Fist bombing .

Soon, even the sky cracked like a burnt bottom.

The cracks crisscross and the sky dome flakes off, revealing the complex data of the mysterious mystery.

The large group of data seems to have living creatures, beating wildly, but it is constantly returning to zero.

Each string of data is zeroed, entire world seems to become monotonous and dull, from the original colorful, lifelike 64-bit true color, gradually fell to 32-bit true color, 16-bit true color, 512 colors, 256 colors.

The world has lost its color.

After the special effects are turned off, the virtual people who have not been cleared are surprised to find that their hands and feet are no longer delicate, but rough jagged.

They open their mouths wide, want to cry, want to cry, want to pray, want to ask for mercy, want to roar, want to say the last word to the person they love before they die.

But Fist King is cutting off the voice and sound effects support of this virtual world, and the virtual human's throat makes a "hissing" sound, which can't express their deep and true emotions.

Gus is also speechless.

He broke his legs with a shooting star Iron Fist, and his entire lower body was flesh and blood, and he could only drag a shocking blood mark to crawl towards Gree.

"Sister-"

He wanted to shout, but he only heard his hoarse crying.

Grey, who was crushed by the remains of the steam gun, could n’t respond to his crying, just widened her missing eyes, and gave her brother a last smile.

"It's okay."

The teenager seemed to hear his sister comforting him, "It ’s okay, we will see mom and dad right away."

"..."

Gus gritted his teeth, tolerated the pain, and struggling, finally grabbed his sister's hand.

But I can't catch the temperature that has passed halfway.

The boy was speechless and shed blood and tears, staring blankly at the sky.

And Zhuo stands above the sky, in charge of life and death, manipulates fate, can create and destroy all gods.

"This should not be the case."

Gus looked at the collapsed world and thought, "The truth should not be like this, the world should not be like this, our fate should not be like this!"

He has never been like this, eager to change his destiny, save the same kind, and even kill his own the Creator.

Clenching his teeth, the boy summoned his last courage and strength, grabbed the remains of the steam gun, and endured the pain, and stood up.

The crushed legs poked out the broken bones and inserted into the pool of blood.

This pain, however, stimulated the youth's soul to explode, he swing down with a childish fist, learning the fanatical appearance of the steam devotees, uttered a crazy roar towards the sky.

"Come on, Fist King, you can destroy me, but you can never defeat me. Come, let us fight!"

Gus soon got what he wanted.

He was blown away by the air waves again, and fell to the ground like a pile of garbage. His bones burst, and his internal organs shattered.

Youth can feel the passing of life.

The have several data are all cleared, I am afraid that only 3-5 is left for ten seconds.

But he was laughing.

At least, at the end of the fate, for ten seconds, 3-5, he got rid of the restraint and manipulation of the creator, lived according to his own will, and died as Human Race.

That ’s enough, is n’t it?

"Gus! Gus!"

Suddenly, the young man on his deathbed heard an eager cry in a trance.

"Lu Qingchen?"

The eyes that were gradually closing were suddenly rounded, Gus turned his head and saw the demon that was torn apart, and was suppressed not far away by Fist King, like a dead but stiff bug, wriggling towards him.

"Gus, he is too powerful, you can't beat him, I can't beat him either, there is only one way left, there is hope!"

Lu Qingchen is also laughing, laughing very cheerfully, extremely decisive, ugly face full of madness.

The devil stretched out his **** arms and spewed out the most shining arcs from the deepest part of the soul, spreading towards the boy.

"Come on, this is my last strength, all the inheritance of lightning lifeform, open your heart, take it, become the new generation of lightning king, and then go to create miracles, teenager!"