Forty Millenniums of Cultivation: The enemy of Iron Fist (sixty-six) divinely descended

"The Steam Army is defeating, but they have at least created enough chaos. You see, this space has become more and more unstable."

The demon somehow got out of the steam ball.

The moment of the decisive battle is coming, he is more and more afraid of exposing the traces, but it is condensed into a black smoke with open teeth and dancing over Gus.

Sure enough, Gus followed the demon's guidance and found that above the dim sky, sometime, it was covered with lightning cracks.

In the depths of the crack, it is no longer empty white, but **** crimson.

It seems that the entire sky is crying.

No, not just the sky, but the ground, there are phantom-like cracks everywhere, harvesting life like a sharp blade.

While anyone who touches the crack, whether it is the Iron Fist army or the steam army, is sucked in strangely, and even the screams are too late to disappear, so Shadowless disappears and returns to the purest data.

It's just that the two sides are fighting fiercely, and each other is either excited or numb, and has no time to take care of all this.

"This world is about to collapse."

The devil glanced at the teenager, "It is also the only chance I can completely erode Fist King Brain, I am going to go!"

Lu Qingchen jumped hard, cut off his tail, and completely separated from the steam ball.

This also means that he has lost the possibility of escaping. Seeing Tu poor, he can only fight with Fist King in the end.

"shuā!"

There are sixteen huge black wings spread behind Lu Qingchen, and the most grisly form of the demon blooms unattended.

Sixteen Black Wings danced violently together, and the demon turned into a black sharp arrow, and shot toward the altar of fist.

"What is that?"

People in chaos finally discover the existence of demons and are overwhelmed.

But they were too late and unable to stop it, but they were blown up and down by a storm set by the demon, giving way.

The steam army following Gus also stared at this scene in dumbfounded.

They trancely saw that Lu Qingchen came from behind Gus, but they didn't know what he was.

The look in Gus' eyes is full of confusion and awe.

"Charge!"

Guth gritted his teeth.

The storm set by the demons has opened an unstoppable route for them.

The fresh army behind Gus is like a red bayonet, which can easily penetrate the heart of the Iron Fist army, the glorious altar.

Now, it's time to make a choice.

Whether to help True God to suppress the devil, or to help the devil to resist True God-create Gus, and also create the greatest the Creator in this world?

Gus rushed out in a daze.

Rush into the muddy battlefield eroded by blood.

"Boom boom!"

He heard his footsteps and heartbeat like an increasingly loud drum of war.

Everyone who sees it up close—whether it is the steam army fighting for dignity and fate, the Iron Fist army manipulated by the boxing god, and the priests who deceive themselves.

Every broken person, every broken soul, every piece of blood-stained chess piece, is constantly consolidating his determination.

"Down with the false gods, long live True God!"

Gus sounded a shout behind him.

Sister Gray led the remnants of the Northern Steam Army and rushed up.

Sister's persistent cry made Gus laugh.

In an instant, he already understood his mind and determined it from the beginning.

There is no True God in this world.

Everyone, whether real or virtual, regardless of cell or data, whether living in a Superhuman industrial intelligence dream, or living in a ridiculous story.

All should do their utmost to become their own True God.

Maybe Lu Qingchen is unpredictable, and there is another picture.

But Gus would rather stand with the devil.

At least, the devil is the devil, the god, but not the **** at all!

"No one can control our destiny. I'm going to escape this **** world!" Gus followed closely behind Lu Qingchen, following in the footsteps of the demon's burning.

His head is getting more and more painful, as if to burst.

Gus knows that this is the locating program that Fist King implanted in his brain.

Now Lu Qingchen is facing away from him. He looks unprepared for him. As long as he touches it, he can transfer the positioning procedure to the demon.

Then, Fist King can lock Precise and kill the demon.

And Gus has no doubt that Fist King will honor his promise and transfer him to another illusory, beautiful, eternal paradise.

But that's just another prettier cage, a more refined chessboard.

"I will not do what you want, Fist King, I have awakened, I am my own master, I am free!"

Gus roared at heart, hitting his head hard, inhibiting the activation of the positioning program.

At this time, Lu Qingchen has already leapt above the altar.

The demon suddenly killed makes everyone on the battlefield stunned.

The black wings that cover the sky and the sun seem to cover the **** sky and the light of the boxing god.

"Fist King, didn't you think?"

Lu Qingchen laughed, bursting purple electricity between the wings, turning into thousands of lightning swords and long swords, "I fled from the giant lightning planet to your Brain. Our combat has not yet End! "

The devil's roar resounded through the sky.

entire is a trembling world.

However, in the next second, Gus felt a tingling Brain. A mysterious force seemed to tear the skull and shoot out from the depth of the eyebrow, just stabbing the devil's wings.

shuā!

A huge golden arrow appeared on the top of Lu Qingchen's head.

"This is--" Lu Qingchen's face was filled with errors and consternation.

Boom!

Don't wait for him to react, a huge Iron Fist has exploded above the **** sky dome, as if a meteorite descended, hitting him overhead.

Lu Qingchen wants to struggle and dodge.

The golden arrow split into hundreds of small golden arrows, piercing his body precisely, making him unable to move, nor splitting and escaping. He could only watch Iron Fist falling from the sky and fall before his eyes.

The demon was almost hit by underground in this circle.

The diameter of the crater exceeds ten meters.

The shock wave blew the altar and shattered the steam cannon, regardless of whether the Iron Fist army or the steam army, countless people turned into powder, and scattered with the violent wind.

"Impossible, this is impossible, why can you accurately lock me, why can't I run?"

In the crater, there was a demon embarrassed and terrifying scream, "You implanted a positioning program in me, there is no reason, you have no chance, when ... Gus? Gus!"

Withered wings and gray-faced demons, the head turned almost 180 degrees, and gave Gus a desperate glance.

Gus is groggy and has a headache.

He covered his hot eyebrows, looked at the devil in dementia, and saw the the Creator-Fist King in the sky again, revealing his real body.

"Why?"

Gus was completely ashamed, "Fist King did n’t mean that you have to touch Lu Qingchen to implant the positioning program? I did n’t touch him, I did n’t touch him!"

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