Bright Era

"Well, those idiots take care of themselves, how much energy and resources are wasted on you? But you fall into the hands of the donkey, and the donkey will not make you so comfortable! Well, according to the most urgent wartime bill of the Yuanjie, I will transfer your command to Lin Qi! This is Lin Qi’s information, his appearance, his size, his voice, his smell, his fingerprints, his iris pattern, his blood inheritance sample and him The breath of power attribute!"

On the ground world, the donkey tilted his head, and the gray gloomy light in his eyes kept flickering. When he muttered a long series of words in a low voice to himself, the donkey shivered, then raised his eyes and said blankly: "Uh, what nonsense did I just say? I did it again. What? Well, you can't be too demanding on a patient with amnesia, can you?"

With a faint sigh, the donkey raised his head and smiled brilliantly at Speyer and Shirice.

Speyer and Xie Lisi came down with many black spirit gods, and they soon surrounded Lin Feiqian, Yun Mingjun and others. Just now, the donkey was busy controlling Qiu Fengjun and other metal beings, forcing them to spit out their precious original power to help the Second Seagod’s recovery, Speyer and the others continued to release powerful murderous intent to force Lin Feiqian and others, forcing them not to move Cents.

Even Lin Qi-seven, who was completely ruined, was suppressed by this terrifying killing intent and couldn't raise his head. He could only roll his eyes silly, and constantly recall the meaning of the name'Lin Tiger' , While racking his brains to figure out how to get rid of the embarrassing situation right now.

But Lin Qiqi was good at using violence to solve problems. When his power was taken away from him, he couldn't think of any useful way. The donkey muttered in a daze for a quarter of an hour, and he lay on the ground torturing his brain for a quarter of an hour. At the end, he sighed helplessly, and then a spider leg of Xie Lisi densely covered with bright and fluffy spiders stomped on his head.

"Dear Cherise, don't kill him!" The donkey blinked and cast a wink at Cherise: "Keep him, it's useful. Well, you bunch of metal bumps, there is nothing for you here. Take it with you. Your mother, go find Lin Qi!"

Qiu Fengjun was trembling with anger. He yelled at the donkey with anger and fear: "We don't have a mother!"

The donkey rolled his eyes and suddenly switched to Qiu Fengjun's maternal template, the native language used by the metal creature group that was extinguished by humans. The sound of the donkey is like the call of a giant whale in the deep sea, deep and far away, full of mystery. But Qiufengjun and his party were stunned, because the donkey was telling them, isn't the Second Seagod Temple their mother?

In a sense, this is, this is really the case! Qiu Fengjun and the others have no parents. They are fighters directly made of various materials in the Second Sea God Temple. In this sense, they are really children of the Second Sea God Temple. Donkey asked them to take their mother to find Lin Qi, isn't it just to let them take the Second Seagod Temple to loyal to Lin Qi?

Looking at each other bitterly, countless years of planning and countless years of ambition suddenly disappeared. Qiu Fengjun and his group shook their heads, stretched out their hands in frustration, tore open the void, and walked straight in. The Yun Mingjun on the side was suddenly anxious. He opened his mouth and wanted to call Qiu Fengjun and the others, but Yijit raised his tail roguely, and blocked Yun Mingjun's with his tail sharply. mouth.

Yijit, who was huge in body, had a very delicate tail, and his sharp and thin tail pierced Yun Mingjun's throat naughty, and moved lightly in his throat a few times. Yun Mingjun suddenly felt sick and nauseated. He wanted to vomit, but the trachea and esophagus were blocked by Yijit's tail. Where could he vomit? Can only be held back to tears.

The donkey smiled and stood up, flicked his tail and walked to Lin Qiqi's side, then slapped Lin Qiqi's cheek with his hoof. "Okay, Lin Qi-seven, we can settle the accounts! Uncle Donkey's heart is not big, Uncle Donkey clearly remembers that I followed Lin Nouting, which is the first time for Lin Qi's grandfather in many generations. Go to Tiger Island, you instructed your grandson to pick up his nose and eyes at the uncle Donkey, causing me countless troubles!"

He just sat down on Lin Qiqi’s chest, the donkey lowered his head, and put a donkey's face almost on Lin Qiqi’s dark face: "Now, grandson, you are in my hand. Now! What should I do with you? You actually brought someone to Xie Lisi's trouble. This is an intolerable crime! You must be severely taught!"

Looking at the donkey's triumphant face, Lin Qiqi closed his eyes in despair.

At the same time, over the eastern subcontinent, the **** arena was wrapped in rolling black clouds. The overlapping dark clouds even extended tens of thousands of miles away, and the black and red thunder light rolled in the dark clouds, and the dull thunder shook the ground for a while. The sky has also become extremely weird. After a while, heavy rain is pouring, another is hail like rain, and another is boiling magma falling from the sky. The eastern subcontinent has become the legendary demon hell.

The killings on the ground continued, and the believers in the temple rushed forward with great difficulty. The believers of the Mila Sect are crazy, fearless of life and death, and at any cost, are blocking the progress of the believers in the temple. Every minute, every second, tens of thousands of believers on both sides fell. The dead mountain and blood sea couldn't describe the terrible scene. It was hell. The world turned into a huge grinding disc, and all the living beings were in the grinding disc. Was ground to pieces.

The various magical secrets used by the believers in the Temple of Heaven are still normal. Although their magical secrets are extremely lethal, they still seem to be a set of majestic, sacred and just methods. As for the believers of the Mirage Sect to destroy the shrine, they were pressed into urgency, so they simply used all kinds of secret methods of destruction.

The corpses on the battlefield suddenly exploded, countless blood and water burst into flames, and the souls turned into vicious curses all over the sky. You could even see the hills where countless corpses piled up suddenly squirmed and turned into huge humanoid monsters. There was also a loud noise that blew into a **** mushroom cloud and smoothed all the creatures within a radius of tens of miles.

In order to kill the enemy, various weird magic arts and sorceries of Mila God teach one after another. They use human flesh as ammunition, human blood as fuel, and human soul as a catalyst. All kinds of powerful magic fall like raindrops. The direct killing caused the flesh and blood of the believers in the temple to fly, and the splashed flesh and blood became a new weapon for the believers of the Meira religion.

There are even more powerful people among believers. Those powerful demigods stand in mid-air. They lift up mountains and smash them everywhere. Together, they lift the mountains into the sky, and then smash them on the enemy's head. Some people simply lifted large rivers and lakes into the sky, condensed them into icebergs and crashed them down.

Their battles directly changed the natural environment, and every one of their strikes kept the dogs and dogs within a hundred miles. Their war started over the eastern subcontinent. Wherever they went after the battle, the indigenous tribes of the eastern subcontinent were immediately razed to the ground.

There are countless resentful spirits crying and howling in the void, countless souls gathered together in the sky, their number is so huge that they can be seen clearly with the naked eye. Countless invisible vortices were spinning high in the sky, and these souls were swallowed by the vortex after circling the sky for a while. Even if the gods were desperately fighting in the arena, they still did not give up plundering believers' souls.

The invisible vortex in the air will suddenly explode into a large area, and dozens of hundreds of invisible vortices will explode to shreds at every turn. It was the fall of certain gods, and the channels formed by their divine power to absorb the souls of believers naturally collapsed with their fall.

The eastern subcontinent has become a mess, and human blood has stained the ground red like cheap sewage. All sorts of weird corpses were piled up, then flattened, and then piled up again. The accumulation and leveling time and time again turned many places into scarlet patties. That terrible and cruel sight is enough to scare a normal-minded person into a madman!

In the arena of hell, Lin Qi knew the situation of the outside world well.

Aran Du has washed away the secret vaults of the gods of the Tianmiao, and he is now sneaking into the lair of the gods of the **** Miró. Along the way, Alan Du passed everything he saw to Lin Qi through the soul connection between him and Lin Qi. With corpses piled up like mountains and blood flowing into rivers, the divine battle between the temple and the church has only begun for a short time, and it has caused huge losses to both believers.

For the gods, this is a feast, a feast of soul and power of faith. And Lin Qi just felt that these believers died cheaply! They died for their faith, but they did not know that in their faith, they were inferior to animals.

They believe that after dying in battle for the gods, they can enter the kingdom of gods and live in boundless vistas forever. But after they died, their souls became the tonic of the gods, allowing the gods to continue to strengthen the strength of the gods after taking it, and repairing their wounds in the Primordial God War.

"Such a stupid person, if he dies, he is dead!" Lin Qi raised his head disapprovingly, looking at the hundreds of Tianmiao gods and nearly a thousand gods of the Milo sect who stopped him tremblingly. The twelve bone carving knives condensed with the breath of the undead flew around Lin Qi as light as a bird. These trembling gods who stood together looked at these knives, and their expressions were unpredictable.

How many gods died in Lin Qi's hands? Thirty thousand? fifty thousand? One hundred thousand? One million?

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