Archfiend Chapter 787: : Peace before the storm
Chu Zhaonan didn't put it right away, but instead tossed the bottle of pill that countless people were jealous of like a glass ball, and asked indifferently: "What is this?"
"The pill that allows you to practice again. Physical cultivation, only I can make it, and it's only in the last ten years that I have made such a little."
Chu Zhaonan's movements suddenly stopped.
He looked at Xu Yangyi in amazement, and said that he had no regrets about his cultivation, it was fake. It's fake if you don't hate it. But what he hated was Nangong Wugui. After Xu Yangyi beheaded the opponent, he had already given up. I never thought that I could practice again.
"You said..." He looked at Xu Yangyi in a daze, unable to say a word.
"Yes." Xu Yangyi also looked into his eyes: "Da Chu, we don’t meet each other too much, but you are a friend. When I was on the black killing order, you called me the police. .. We don’t hesitate to offend and build the foundation. At that time, we were still a little refining. Jerusalem, if it weren’t for you, I’m afraid there would be no me now."
"I thank you very much, really. I don't have many friends, but you who have not met many, count as one."
Zhao Ziqi blinked his eyes and looked at the two of them, suddenly understood something, and took a breath: "Brother, you are..."
"Listen to me." Xu Yangyi looked at Chu Zhaonan: "What do you want, even if you tell Wangchen, if you don't understand, you can find me at any time. I...If I survive, I will wait for you in the upper realm. . Da Chu, Ziqi, don’t let me down. I don’t want to be alone in the upper realm."
"You..."
"Ziqi." Xu Yangyi turned to him: "I'm going to retreat soon. The war of the world will be coming soon. The strength of the real martial arts is really beyond your imagination. You must live well. You must."
Zhao Ziqi pursed his lips and nodded desperately.
Chu Zhaonan looked at the jade bottle in a daze, suddenly smiled, and slapped Xu Yangyi's shoulder hard: "What soreness? Go on you."
"Wait for me." He suppressed the smile at the corner of his mouth, his eyes raised a touch of genius heat: "Back then, I was a little lower than you. I believe that I will catch up soon. You!"
The meal was very hot, Wangchen also participated. They all knew that this was the last meal before the Great War of the Ten Thousand Worlds, or... it was also the last dinner for a few of them together.
No one knows if he can survive.
Fate in peace.
Time flies quickly. Starting from the second day, 70% of the world's monks have entered retreat. And the earth mortal world is full of horsepower, and some taboo projects have all begun to move into the laboratory.
Five years...ten years...fifteen years...30 years, forty years.
The atmosphere of the entire earth is getting more and more tense, and invisible pressure is brewing in the universe, and no one is relaxed.
Thirty years ago, Huaxia took the lead in researching the "Xingtian" defense system, which can cover one-twentieth of the moon. In the same year, Xingtian technology was distributed to major countries around the world.
Twenty-two years ago, a total of forty-eight space stations were launched into space, equipped with the Xingtian atmospheric interception system, with firepower covering a radius of more than 4,000 kilometers.
Fifteen years ago, the latest generation of aura detection system "Zeus" was successfully researched in Germany. In the same year, it launched 500 kilometers outside the earth's atmosphere into the reconnaissance track, and complemented Xingtian, becoming the second civilization on earth The most perfect space defense in five thousand years.
Ten years ago, the US "Bald Eagle" space plane was successfully studied, which can protrude 50 kilometers outside the atmosphere. This news was even more exciting than Xingtian and Zeus. In the face of that powerful enemy who had crossed the border, the earth finally had some power to fight back. In the same year, the Bald Eagle technology entered the world, and all aircraft were upgraded.
For a hundred years, the earth does not know how many ever-changing science and technology have appeared, and scientific research capabilities have gone through hundreds of years. In the face of heavy pressure, no one can relax.
"Earth, maybe it really wins a mortal." This is Xu Yangyi's last sentence in an emergency dialogue with mortals and important figures when Jing Zhongyue reached 99% cohesion three years ago.
Everyone is waiting, the initial mania, passion, excitement, and unyielding, at this moment is like a sword in its sheath, silent and speechless.
Some things, not to mention, have become instinct because of the long wait. Any country on the earth has experienced national subjugation, nation-building, and thousands of years of history. The words never surrender have long been carved into the bones of all nations.
Forty-five years, with a flick of a finger, the time is too long but too short. Too many young people turn into old people, and one-quarter of the projects of the Earth Project have not been completed.
Night, no moon, sudden downpour in the sky.
"Already... close at hand?" He didn't open the protective cover, and the heavy rain slid down his old face. His gaze penetrated the dark sky and shot straight into the sky.
"Father, you?" In the Vatican, some new clergymen gathered around an elderly monk, asking doubtfully.
Just now, the unknown priest looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh. Obviously it was very ordinary, but this sound made their hearts hang, and they didn't know why.
They only knew that this priest was personally appointed by the Pope’s Saint Peter of Light to read doctrines and blessings to the most promising clergy. The priests who have received the blessing of this elderly priest will move to an absolutely safe place in the next ten years. Even if the earth is destroyed, they will not appear.
Everyone knows that this is the next move.
In order to ensure the succession of the orthodox tradition, the Catholics did not go to the battlefield, but they had a great responsibility. Similarly, the identity of this elderly priest is absolutely terribly noble.
"Vast, warm and peaceful. It seems to be walking down the starlit sky. This is the perfect moment." The priest suddenly read a French Verlaine poem, turned his head, and looked at them kindly: "You think this Is it ordinary rain?"
"Difficult, isn't it?" a nun asked suspiciously.
The priest smiled. In his eyes, it was not raining between heaven and earth. It's... a chain of souls!
Sweeping out from Jing Zhongyue, 99% of Jing Zhongyue was turned into spiritual rain at this moment and dumped on the earth.
With his smile, all the windows opened, and all the priests looked out suspiciously. After taking a look, Qi Qi exclaimed.
"This, what is this?" "Is it going to begin... The World War... Twenty-five years of tranquility, will it finally break out..." "Unbelievable..."
The rain is falling down.
In other words, fly from the ground into the air! Every drop with an imperceptible faint luster is sucked into a vast hole in the sky!
There is no thunder, no lightning, only layers of black clouds, which form a vortex of hell, and within the vortex, a magnificent aura outlines a series of mysterious runes.
"Didi di!" Jerusalem, the base of the Global Alliance around the clock, suddenly sounded a harsh alarm. A yellow man with bloodshot eyes raised his gaze and stared for five minutes.
Under the head of the Lord of Heaven, a rotating light curtain suddenly appeared. At this moment, the picture on the screen was completely projected, and everyone saw this scene.
"D...D...D..." In the whole room, only the dripping sound like a heartbeat can be heard at this moment. They all knew that this indicator would never light up, because it was Jing Zhongyue.
It will only shine when Jing Zhongyue is completely completed.
Clear and deep, as if there is only this voice in the world, occupying all human senses.
On the light curtain, just outside the earth’s atmosphere, Jing Zhongyue burst out into the sky, seeming to pass through the night, and the place where the earth is facing it has already begun to transform into day.
Beside Jing Zhongyue, a crimson number is extremely dazzling.
99.9%.
"Alarm, Reiki Index exceeds the standard, and the detected object is about to collapse. Repeat: Alarm, Reiki Index exceeds the standard..."
"99.91%...I expect to enter 99.92% in one child."
At this moment, the door was opened, and a group of gunmen walked in silently. Paulev and General Ma separated from the crowd and looked at them one by one. Finally, they looked at the four light curtains in the air.
The red eyes are bloodshot, and there is no tremor in the voice, but it seems that after autumn, the ground is killing: "They are coming~ IndoMTL.com~ ready to issue a global red alert."
Here...
It's finally here...
In the battle of ten thousand realms that spanned a century, the earth’s opponent Zhenwu Realm is already very close to the moon.
Night Demon, knock on the door in the air.
In the Eastern Hemisphere, it's two o'clock in the morning. In the major cities, there are still people who haven't slept, and perhaps they haven't noticed the pouring rain outside, but then, the people who are still awake are all standing in front of the window as if they were stabbed by a needle.
"Swipe..." A white light lit up from the dark night, swaying a mottled light and shadow on the ground, instantly appearing and disappearing.
This is not a light.
It's like sunlight, the night turns into white, lasting a full minute, and then slowly disappearing.
"This is..." In a scientific research institute, a research institute stood in front of the French windows, looking up at the sky.
A teenager who was playing on a computer stood up and opened the window. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Then a few minutes later, another white light shone on the earth, and the night turned again.
He watched quietly, the hundred years of calm sea, at this moment the waves splashed and rolled up thousands of piles of snow.
"Swipe..." The white light is endless, like the sun rising and setting extremely fast in the sky. The boy was not surprised and did not ask why. Grasping the curtain in his hand.
At this moment, the computer on his desk made a "diDi" sound. He was taken aback and rushed over.
On the computer, it is a website.
A website with billions of daily page views.
In the dark green website, a line of red letters appeared in the center: Earth Alliance forces, logistics department, open applications.
At three ten in the morning, the Earth, Global Logistics Department recruits soldiers.
The young man put his fingers on the keyboard with some trembling, and the white light was shining outside the window, and the night changed. Three seconds later, he typed his name.