Dreadful Radio Game Chapter 80: Cannibalism!

Qin Yang stood on the side, watching the scene in front of him, his breathing became a little quicker subconsciously.

Waving a hand, erased the "inscription" left by the monarchs and princes over the past two thousand years. This is a mysterious and mysterious masterpiece, which exceeds the level of traditional power attributes.

After all, many of the inscriptions of the monarchs and princes are no longer there. What has just appeared and been erased is actually the aura left by those people.

"Successfully prospered the division, punishing the innocent, for rebellion and extermination. Wu Xuan rebellious, Wen Fu is innocent, and the heart is convinced...

...Men enjoy their careers, while women practice their careers. Everything is in order. Huibei all fortune, long time and come to the field, do not feel uneasy.

Qunchen chanting Lie, please engrave this stone and hang the ceremony. "

"Jieshimen Ci" depicts the life achievements of the first emperor. Nowadays, these words are beginning to tremble and twist as if they have come to life. Vaguely, it seems that the man who came here more than two thousand years ago can be seen here. Body shape in the boundless sea.

"Unfilial son Fusu, please listen to my father!"

Xiezhen opened her hands and bowed down. For a while, the whole Jieshi Mountain began to howl, and the temperature immediately cooled down.

"Fu Su?" Qin Yang heard this name, could it be that the man in front of him was the eldest son of Qin? The Fusu who was ordered by Zhao Gao to judge himself?

Qin Yang thought this was like a big joke, but who was so bored that he ran to him and made this joke?

Being able to hide so well and make such a big deal in front of him is at least one of the best among the senior audience. Is he too boring to tease himself?

However, the gift of resolving the gift seems to have not responded at all except this gust of wind, and a desolate and desolate atmosphere began to permeate here.

Dust returns to dust. From the great empire of the past, to this day, there are only traces of rubble left, and even the war souls deposited with the terracotta warriors have disappeared without a trace.

Xie Zi’s face showed a touch of sorrow, but there was not much sadness, and her hands slowly spread on the ground, raising her hands from bottom to top with an indifferent and determined gesture, like It is holding something invisible and intangible.

Slowly, cracks began to appear on Jiezhi's skin, and bloodshot faintly seeped through the cracks, as if this body was about to collapse.

"Going to the countryside looks like a bad guy." Qin Yang felt that he was talking about himself, and right now he was watching an immortal playing chess?

Too many unknowns, too many incomprehensions, but there is no way to solve the puzzles, so I can only stand by and watch all this happen stupidly.

Furthermore, as the person in front of him who claimed to be "Fu Su" gradually raised his hands, there were phantom shadows around him, and reality and illusion began to interweave.

The modern buildings near Jieshi Mountain began to slowly dissipate, and replaced by a desolation that seemed to have returned to the ancient times. In the distance, the pavilions and small buildings are faintly visible, with a sense of dreamlike illusion.

In the illusion, Qin Yang saw an old man wearing a long robe and white hair and beard walking slowly. The old man was not wearing a Taoist robe, but it was very close to the style of the Taoist robe, and although he could not see the details of the old man clearly His appearance, but the dusty breath revealed on his body makes people unable to bear the slightest blasphemy.

Jiezi's eyes were naturally open. He watched the old man walk slowly, and his eyes showed the memory of seeing the old man, but the old man directly penetrated through him.

He,

Can't see myself.

Even him,

Can't see yourself either?

Qin Yang saw that there was something behind the old man, but the old man himself was already vague enough, and those things behind him were naturally more vague and invisible, as if there was something black, like a mouthful coffin.

The old man knelt down in front of the light and shadow of "Jieshimen Ci", his lips opened, he should be saying something, but the sound did not come from the picture.

Qin Yang took a few steps forward subconsciously. He instinctively wanted to get more information, and ordinary people are also curious, but for the audience, sometimes collecting such information is already an instinct.

"Emperor Father asked you to take them... where did you go..."

"Puff..."

A ray of blood spilled from the corner of Jiezhi’s mouth,

The phantoms all around disappeared completely at this moment, as if nothing had ever existed. Jieshi Mountain is still Jieshi Mountain, and it is still located here as it was two thousand years ago.

Xie Zi stood up swayingly, covering her forehead with one hand.

I don’t know why, Qin Yang perceives that the coercion that the person in front of him has been exerting on him seems to have disappeared just now. When his passenger turned to face him, he immediately said:

"I remember, you are the answer!"

In the audience circle, there are actually a lot of people who know each other, especially when the strength gets higher, everyone can basically nod their heads as the circle gets narrower. Qin Yang has been in contact with each other. Furthermore, Jiezi's treatment of having a boss around him also envied many people.

"Help me find a quiet place to rest..." Xie Jin said uncomfortably, "Better help me arrange the formation, can you?"

Qin Yang smiled bitterly and shook his head.

"Contact the veterans of nearby formations and let them all come here... Damn, you figured it out again, I want you to see who can refine who!"

Jiezi's eyes showed two completely different colors, and they seemed to be engaged in an extremely fierce struggle, but at this time, his body seemed to be exhausted and all his strength fell directly to the ground.

Qin Yang hesitated for a while, still carried Xie Di and went down the mountain.

He has a vague feeling that what he saw today may be even more incredible than the things in the story world.

……………………

"Strong wind! Strong wind! Strong wind! Strong wind!!! Great wind!!!!!!!!!"

The low voice of overwhelming voice, with an overwhelming atmosphere of solemnity, and Su Bai, who is in the army, seems to be in a melt, and the surrounding atmosphere constantly stimulates his soul and forces He fits into this army.

This is no longer an army, but a war beast with a unified consciousness composed of individual soldiers. Here, everyone's thoughts will be gathered, infected, and forcibly gathered together.

A dragon came slowly from the sky, and later emperors also learned from the first emperor to call himself the emperor of the true dragon, and his carriage became a dragon, but what Su Bai saw at this time was a genuine five-clawed golden dragon acting The horse character drags the chariot forward, but this five-clawed golden dragon is filled with lifelessness, no longer the mighty dragon.

The screen on the dragon's wing slowly dissipated, and a man wearing a black dragon robe walked out of it. This person, Su Bai had seen before in the memory of an ancient vampire.

The first emperor... Zulong!

"Long live my emperor! Long live! Long live!!!!"

In an instant, all the sergeants knelt down on one knee together, shouting long live, Su Bai instinctively wanted to stand, but at this moment, it seemed that there were tens of thousands of hands pressing on him and forcing himself to kneel, making Su Bai No longer able to control her body, she knelt down on one knee.

Now, Su Bai is in a state of drowsiness similar to half dreaming, but Su Bai feels that if he is completely awake but the physical body is here, there seems to be no capital to resist. This is a general trend. It is an extremely terrifying aura, or it can be said to be the power of a true dragon.

Zulong was standing above, looking down below, Su Bai wanted to look up and see the first emperor, curiosity? Chasing stars? Paying respect? There was always emotion, but Su Bai just couldn't lift his head.

Hu Ben, whose strength is equivalent to that of a high-level audience, knelt in front of him. Su Bai didn't know what it was like, and he didn't even dare to think.

Next, there was a long period of silence. Tens of thousands of tigers were still kneeling on one knee, while the ancestral dragon above never said anything, let alone making everyone stand up. There was no sound around, and the needles fell. .

Su Bai’s face was full of sweat. This majestic pressure and suffocation made him feel at a loss. At the beginning, Chen Ru once said that he could help Su Bai suppress his newly advanced spirit, but Chen Ru’s method Compared with the current scene, I can't get on the stage at all, and I don't need to fight at all. I have been swamped by the general situation and completely defeated my confidence and good feeling as a high-level audience.

Silence... Silence... Silence... Still silence...

Su Bai's breathing began to become more and more rapid, and the pressure began to continue to approach his critical point. He knew that once he could not support it, the "state" he entered following the Yin Soldier would collapse.

If this breaks down, how can I tell the fat monk Buddha later?

Could it be said that you have worked so hard to get in, come in and kowtow to the emperor and come out contentedly?

"Look at the old Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

Finally, Zu Long spoke, and his voice seemed to carry a special kind of magic power, which could penetrate your eardrums and directly shock your heart.

"Look at the old Qin, go to the national disaster together!

The blood will not drain, and the death will not cease! "

Tens of thousands of tigers and bees shouted together, and everyone's eyes were full of bloodthirsty eagerness!

Zulong's face was a little sad and a little bit painful, but he took out a sword hanging on the outside of the dragon's blade~IndoMTL.com~ and stabbed the five-clawed golden dragon at his feet with a sword.

The five-clawed golden dragon let out a feeble wailing, and then, dragon blood began to spill out,

The sky seems to be raining blood, dripping on the soldiers below.

"Look at the old Qin, go to the national disaster together!"

"If the blood does not drain, there will be no truce!"

At this moment, Su Bai found that the soldiers around him were all standing up, shouting the war hymn while raising his weapon and stabbing him into the body of his fellow colleagues.

The entire army formation,

At this time, it seems to have become a terrible Shura field!

What the **** is going on!

A wisp of hot blood splashed on Su Bai's face, causing Su Bai's sight to be stained scarlet, but the frenzied cannibalism around him was far from over!