Chapter 198 A thought of gods and demons

Chapter 198 A thought of gods and demons

Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and streams of black smoke fly to every corner of the building and rooms. In a certain room, sandalwood is lit in the room. A man is lying naked on the bed, and a scantily clad woman is massaging him.

Suddenly, he felt that the hand behind his back became very cold, like a piece of ice. He couldn't help turning his head, and when he was about to scold him, he saw a terrifying face.

The woman had long been knocked unconscious without any sound.

"ghost……"

boom!

The man was also knocked unconscious.

The same thing happened in every corner. Most of them were knocked unconscious and tied up, while the few who resisted were killed directly.

On the top floor of the high-rise building, there was a steaming hot tub in the center. In the water, there was a two-meter-tall, bronze-skinned, bald fat man with a lifelike tiger tattooed on his body.

This man has no right arm, and the huge mechanical arm placed next to him must be his arm.

This person is none other than Tie Hu.

In the hazy mist, Tiehu frowned.

"True Lord... Immortal..." Half a year has passed, and True Lord still has not appeared, which makes people wonder whether it is really a celestial phenomenon.

But people like Tiehu, who know the secrets of the upper class, understand that Da Zhenren has no confidence in his heart, otherwise Chang'an would not be under martial law recently.

"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time."

Tiehu thought.

When he came back to his senses, he saw two ghosts and gods about one foot tall appearing beside the pool.

Tiehu jumped up in fright. Almost at the same time, he put on his mechanical right arm, steam rolled in, and punched the ghosts and gods with a fist weighing ten thousand kilograms.

boom! !

The ghosts and gods exploded, black mist rolled in, and formed again the next moment.

At the same time, the sound of gears turning was heard.

boom! !

A steam cannon as thick as a bowl protruded from the wall, and eight metal projectiles penetrated the ghosts and gods' bodies. However, the ghosts and gods still did not fall. They still looked calm and looked at Tiehu quietly, which made people feel scared.

Tiehu took a few steps back, swallowed, and asked in surprise, "Who are you?"

Now he was a little scared.

If the first move was a subconscious reaction to facing assassinations all year round, now it is people's instinct when facing unknown ghosts and gods.

The ghosts and gods still did not answer, but pressed forward step by step. Tiehu retreated slowly. Suddenly, the mechanical right arm opened, and two hook locks flew out of the palm. The hook locks hooked the edge of the window and quickly pulled Tiehu out of the window. .

boom! !

The ghosts and gods stood in front of the window, and Tiehu hit the ghosts and gods heavily.

Then he was tied up by Wuhuada.

No matter how much Tiehu begged for mercy, the ghosts and gods remained silent.

Tiehu's face was ashen, thinking that this time it was really over. There was only one person in the world who could control ghosts and gods, and that person was the well-known Zhenjun.

Thinking of this, he regretted not running away earlier, but for a person like him who accepts both black and white, it is not easy to run away. Losing power often means losing his life, and he can only go to darkness in one way.

There was a sound of footsteps.

Xu Xuan entered the room.

The moment Tiehu saw Xu Xuan, a feeling of trembling terror filled his heart.

They, the leaders of the society, often discuss the past and the present, looking down on this and that, but when the ancients really appear in front of them, they tremble from the bottom of their hearts and realize how shallow they were at the beginning.

"Master Zhenjun, disciple..."

Before Tie Hu could say anything, Xu Xuan placed his right hand on Tie Hu's head.

Tiehu felt a splitting headache and wanted to scream, but his throat seemed to be malfunctioning and he couldn't scream. He died after a while.

Xu Xuan instantly knew the situation in this world, as well as some interests.

Kick away Tiehu's body.

Soon, Chen Chao, Zhang Fu and Lin Lingbao came back to life.

"True Lord Qi has taken control of everyone in Hongyun Tower."

"Okay, find these people, kill them directly, let the rest go, and tell them that the guilty ones will voluntarily come to Hongyun Tower to surrender or commit suicide. Give them three days."

Xu Xuan shot out a golden light, and the golden light formed names and lifelike portraits.

As the masters of the lowest Grand Master, the three of them have naturally superior memories. They quickly memorized everyone's names, and a killing spree began.

Seventy to eighty percent of the people inside Hongyun Tower were directly killed. The remaining people confessed a few words and were expelled from the building.

Chen Chao came back to resume his life.

"Zhenjun, do you have any further instructions?" Chen Chao asked.

"No."

When the others arrived, Xu Xuan pointed at Chen Chao and said, "You are a new generation of great masters!"

Chen Chao immediately knelt down to accept it and said: "Thank you Zhenjun, I will go through fire and water without hesitation."

Xu Xuan nodded expressionlessly. He had heard this saying many times. Without exception, their descendants would deteriorate.

If I hadn't come out to clean up this world from time to time, otherwise the rivers and mountains would have changed color long ago.

Xu Xuan came to the window and his eyes turned into pure gold.

Phew! !

The true fire of the phoenix transformed into a fire phoenix, flying high into the sky, hovering over Chang'an, and chirping from time to time, waking up the sleeping creatures.

At the same time, disciples of the Tianji Sect began to spread the news.

"The Great True Lord has come to this world to save us!"

“The court is lying to us!!”

The phoenix stayed on the roof. Now everyone knows that there is a big shot living in Hongyun Tower, a great big shot.

As those people escaped, the order of the Great True Lord became known to the world. Some were frightened, some cursed, and some fled overnight.

Most of the people at the bottom cheered happily, and some were waiting to see which shopkeeper would be the first to be beheaded.

Some people also took the initiative to resist and killed the shopkeepers and managers who bullied them. The government surprisingly did not care about these because they were afraid that they would also be included in the must-kill list.

Chang'an, the imperial city.

"Ghosts and gods, many ghosts and gods..." The man in ragged clothes was shivering, his eyes were dazed, and he kept mumbling about ghosts and gods.

Fear comes from the unknown. Facing powerful monsters, these warriors will not be afraid. However, the sudden appearance of unknown creatures is also a ghost passed down by people. It is normal for many people to go crazy because they cannot accept it for a while.

Master Song Wenda and the leader Li Zheng had serious expressions. When they looked at each other, they could see the confusion and fear in each other's eyes.

"Pull it down." Song Wen ordered.

"What should we do next?" Li Zheng's voice was trembling.

"Kill him. He will definitely win. Let the people from the Shenji Battalion come in. I don't believe he can't be killed."

Song Wen walked to Tianshu's console, pressed a few buttons, and the machine rotated. The eighteen two-thousand-pound steam cannons on the city wall slowly rotated until they were aimed at the direction of Hongyun Tower.

At the same time, thick smoke billowed from the imperial city, steam airships rose up one after another, and there were also winged warriors.

It was obvious that they were going to take action against Xu Xuan.

The Shenji Battalion is a warrior who is absolutely loyal to them. These warriors cannot read or have contact with the outside world. They do not know the True Lord. They only know the order of the True Lord, and they can fight wherever they are told.

Compared with the busy Song Wen, Li Zheng, who was speechless at the side, seemed a little out of place.

"what are you waiting for?"

Song Wen's eyes turned red unknowingly, like a gambler who had gambled all his wealth.

When he turned around, he found that Li Zheng was dead. He was bleeding from all his orifices. It seemed that he had died by severing his meridians.

There is no way, the pressure is not something that ordinary people can imagine. After all, they have to face a thousand-year-old monster, a god with great prestige in people's hearts.

Moreover, this god is not the kind-hearted old man in mythology, but a murderous god.

In his opinion, there is no difference between killing one person and killing ten thousand people. I don’t know how many families and nations he wiped off the map. If you calculate carefully, you will find that Xu Xuan killed tens of millions of people. He is the most terrifying murderer in human history, and he is also the kindest god.

God and demon merge into one, one thought is the god, the other thought is the devil.

Think about it, if you are facing such a guy, the psychological pressure will be great. Rather than being caught and tried, it is better to take the initiative to end it and leave yourself with a decent ending.

Song Wen looked at Li Zheng's body without saying a word. He slowly walked out of the palace and flew to Lishan Mountain.

Boom boom boom!

Eighteen cannons fired giant metal balls weighing two thousand kilograms. The energy activated by the cannons even paralyzed the entire city's steam system for an instant.

The sky seemed to be streaked with eighteen meteors, and the end point was naturally the Hongyun Tower where Xu Xuan was.

In addition, steam airships rose one by one, followed by a group of winged warriors.

Most of these warriors practice external skills that damage their lifespan. Their characteristics are invulnerability to all poisons. They live only to fight and kill. Coupled with steam exoskeletons, one of them can even challenge an ordinary army of hundreds or thousands of people.

The ancient and tall city flies over the bright shooting stars.

On the streets covered with sewage, passers-by took away their umbrellas, workers wiped the oil off their faces, street vendors looked incomprehensible, and everyone looked up to the sky in unison.

In the entertainment venue, a classical woman with heavy makeup held a pipe in her mouth, leaned against the window, and blew a puff of smoke.

On the top floor of a high-rise building, dignitaries sat on chairs and watched the flying "shooting stars" through the glass windows.

In the back garden of the imperial city, the old emperor showed a relaxed smile. It was good to be a powerless and hands-off emperor. It was none of his own business. He didn't even know about many policies issued in his name in advance. .

The steam cannon is the most powerful weapon in this era. Even the master of the sky does not face this powerful weapon. It is the heat of an entire city.

Everyone looked at the sky, waiting for a result.

Whoosh!

At this time, Hongyun Tower lit up with a burst of golden light, which was a wind formed by golden feathers. Compared with the menacing meteor shells, it seemed a bit ordinary.

The golden feathers emitted five colors of light. With a gentle brush, like a swaying brush, eighteen cannonballs turned into powder, and then the feathers flew out in all directions.

Swish swish swish!

In the sky, feathers intertwined into a gorgeous five-color network, like a dragnet covering the thousand-year-old city of Chang'an.

The warriors and steam machines were wiped out.

In the face of powerful force, all civilizations and groups are illusory. This is a dimensionality reduction attack.

At the same time, three thousand ghost soldiers and horses, and the Tianji faction's army came out in full force.

Hundreds of ghosts walk at night, and the mountains and rivers lose their color.

Next comes the destruction.

In the face of Xu Xuan's thousand-year prestige, many people did not even have the courage to face it directly. At least 30% of people chose to commit suicide after Da Zhenren's strongest offensive failed.

In Lishan Mountain, under the plaque of Wuyou Garden, Song Wenhui retreated and sat quietly on the stone steps, watching the offensive be easily disintegrated without even seeing anyone.

Da da da!

There were steady footsteps behind him, and he understood his end.