Six Realms Office

Chapter 388 Imitation of the Eternal Gun!

The golden spear tore through the space, and an extremely powerful force erupted. Wherever the spear passed, the mountains, rocks, and ground immediately split, forming an extremely deep gully, which continued to extend.

Chen Yuan waved his sleeves, and a big blue hand suddenly appeared, covering a radius of twenty feet, and grabbed the thrown golden gun.

The power of the earth cracking landslide was immediately frustrated, the spear was caught, and the Feathered Serpent was shocked.

These two are also masters? !
He was a little crazy. From his distant hometown to the other side of the boundless sea, he traveled thousands of miles. He thought that his realm was already invincible in the world. How could he expect that anyone pulled out here would be equal to him.

And every time he makes a shot, he always chooses the strongest players.

The Feathered Snake God is a god of incense and fire, and a natural earth god without organization. Although he is not the first Feathered Serpent God, he is an acquired creation. There is no innate god position, and there is no most basic magic inheritance.

He doesn't know the instinct to judge the enemy's breath.

That's why there was such a ridiculous scene of making successive shots and hitting a wall again and again.

The golden spear fell into Chen Yuan's hands and was held.The golden gun condensed from the incense kept fluctuating, apparently about to disappear.

Before, Susano cut the Feathered Serpent God half to death with a knife, which greatly reduced his strength. Although the incense god can recover with the help of the wish in the shrine, how far is Huaxia from Maya?

The holy flame was burning on the golden spear, engraved with ancient characters of unknown meaning, which seemed to be some kind of spell.

Chen Yuan exerted force on his palm, and a sense of immortality permeated the air, directly replacing the incense and wish power in it.

Surrounded by luck, the golden spear began to take shape, and some kind of strange wood grew in the barrel, spreading upwards.

The connection between the spear and the Feathered Serpent God was broken, and his heart skipped a beat, and then a breath of luck and incense was directly deprived, and the Feathered Serpent God was shocked. He did not expect that this black-clothed human race could actually collect his incense transport!

His strength suddenly dropped, and the angel of death, Samar, suddenly burst out with murderous intent, and threw out the pitch-black iron spear in his hand!

boom!
The earth cracked and the sky collapsed, and the large cloud was divided into two halves, splitting the sky!
The Feathered Serpent was unable to dodge in time, and was directly stabbed by the pitch-black spear, and immediately screamed and fell down.

He smashed on the high slope of the loess, and the hill suddenly collapsed and sank, like a toy tower built with building blocks, it was smashed into pieces.

Samar made a false move with his palm, and the pitch-black iron spear flew out of the ruins and returned to his palm, but the Feathered Serpent was nowhere to be seen.

His dark eyes glanced at Chen Yuan, as if hesitating.After three breaths, he seemed to have made up his mind, and the six pairs of pitch-black wings flapping behind him kept walking in the opposite direction.

In the midst of the battle, the giant Kuafu's pupils suddenly shrank, and a sense of gratitude rose in his heart.

It seemed wise that he hadn't taken action to deal with the young man of the human race before. Even Samar, the angel of death, was unwilling to fight him to the death, which was enough to show that the other party was terrible.

Fortunately, he doesn't seem to be interested in seeing the chance of immortality, otherwise he would be another formidable enemy.

The golden spear continued to extend, and the solid wood began to replace the illusory incense; the bright yellow spiritual fire emerged, burning those weird woods black.

This is the branch of the ten-thousand-year laurel tree. It was brought a little when it came out of the underworld. Now it is forged with Minghuang spiritual fire. It is stronger than thousand-forged fine steel, and far stronger than hundred-forged copper and iron.

Those weird inscriptions were also reproduced and kept reappearing on the gun body.

In Chen Yuan's eyes, the data scan appeared, Tianyantong used it, and the result quickly jumped out.

“[Gunnel of Eternity]--[Imitation]”

"[Level] - [Tao Artifact]."

"[Originally an imitation of incense condensed, now has a physical body, and its power has increased.]"

"The gun of eternity?"

Chen Yuan was surprised that the master magic weapon in Norse mythology was actually the original version of this long spear?
Why did the Feathered Serpent God of Maya condense the weapons of Nordic mythology?

"This is so strange. The two places are so far apart. In the inheritance of the Feathered Serpent God, have you ever seen this gun?"

On the side, Fang Gan looked at the spear, and couldn't help but ask: "Is this gun written in Nordic language?"

"Is this too ridiculous?"

Chen Yuan shrugged his shoulders, and Fang Gan was speechless. In the live broadcast room, the dangerous scene just now was crazily complained, and it had already filled the entire screen, and he couldn't even see the land behind him.

"Damn it, that special effect is really exciting!"

"Amazing my brother!"

"I'm heartbroken, old iron, you didn't tell me what kind of movie we are."

"This fucker is too ridiculous!"

"A live-action filming of Hollywood's Transformers? It must be an experimental film!"

"Well, the special effects are so-so. Really, if you have time to make these CGs, why not make a good movie."

"This is so sour, you can do it."

"Trolls are everywhere!"

The barrage kept drifting by, and the rewards continued. Fang Gan looked at those rewards, feeling a little terrified.

"I haven't received so many rewards since I started the live broadcast. My dear, this is enough for me to buy a house in the third ring of Yanjing."

Fang Gan sighed, looking at the number of people in the live broadcast room, it has reached a terrifying 15 people, including a lot of local tyrants.

"Unfortunately, I am now in [-], and Yanjing is now filled with decay. It is better to stay in the Northwest. If I can flourish here, I reckon I can catch up with Huaxia before [-]." turning of history."

He stared at those rewards, and suddenly felt that his head seemed to be clearer, as if the dust in the computer had been removed, and it was running faster.

Fang Gan, who has more than N knowledge, quickly realized that he has broadcast live broadcasts for more than 100 years, so these rewards cannot be received by himself, but will they become something else?
This has been written in many novels, so Fang Gan immediately asked Chen Yuan, and the answer he got was that Chen Yuan wiped it in front of his eyes.

Opening his eyes, Fang Gan saw that there was a thick gray cloud hanging down from Chen Yuan's head, like a long river of clouds and mist, also like a waterfall, flowing out of nothingness, in the gray, there was also a trace of gold and purple.

Fang Gan looked at himself again, and when he raised his head, a golden cloud hung down, but it was extremely slender, about as thick as a thumb.

"what is this?"

Gold should not be an unlucky color, Fang Gan asked, and Chen Yuan said: "This is luck."

"This golden luck, because you are a time traveler, and in the process of time travel, there seems to be some kind of indescribable error. According to my preliminary observation, you should be the living soul of many deaths at the same time, and remember them. The most important part of your knowledge has been integrated into your own soul, so it appears that you have a lot of knowledge."

"That's why your luck will turn golden. Otherwise, for a stowaway traveler like you, your luck is usually white."

Listening to Chen Yuan's explanation, Fang Gan suddenly wondered: "Why is it white?"

Chen Yuan spread his hands: "Because it's Xiaobai."

"You just passed through with one soul, obliterating other people's souls, and the luck will naturally disappear. You had nothing in the past, it was all due to luck, of course Xiaobai."

"The only advantage should be that there are more golden fingers."

As Chen Yuan was talking, suddenly, there was a scream from the sky.

Countless monster clans below were fighting fiercely, and a huge gap in the Helan Mountains collapsed, and countless monsters in Western mythology gushed out of it.

There is a sword light in the direction of the east earth, and the small thousand world emerges. It can be seen that countless practitioners of innate and masters have stepped out of it.

Not only the Yaoxu, but also the hidden small worlds in the east and the west. At this time, it is related to the opportunity to glimpse the immortals, such as Taoist Changmei and Taolong Jiaolong all took out their cards.

And those strong sword masters in the east are mostly disciples of Yang Zhu's old way, and there are hundreds of them at this time.

All of a sudden, the entire land became a battleground for fairies, monsters, and monsters to fight. Time passed rapidly, and the earth trembled continuously. It was still two hours away from the recorded time!
Chen Yuan raised his head, and the strong man of the Xuanhu Clan wailed. He was the one who uttered the scream just now. At this time, he was severely injured by Samar, and one arm was broken, which seriously injured him.

Samar's strength is almost comparable to that of a death knight, that is, at the level of a celestial being. Xuanhu, who was barely promoted to a demon fairy by transforming a demon, is currently not his opponent.

(End of this chapter)