Great Dao Ji

How much blood can a head have compared to the entire giant sun that never sets?

At this moment, there is an answer.

Under the gaze of countless people, blood flows like a waterfall in the high atmosphere, flowing back from the sky for thousands of meters.

The amount of blood is as large as the Yangtze River flowing back, penetrating the 80,000-meter atmosphere, and slapping the Pacific Ocean that is still rolling and boiling.

It dyed large areas of sea water red, and attracted countless fish and shrimps to fight for it.

The video on everyone's mobile phone was cut off at this time, and it was frozen on the blood column that connected the sea and the sky like a pillar of heaven.

And An Qisheng, who stood 80,000 meters in the air and slashed the air with a long sword.

Whoosh~

The thin air waves at the high point of the atmosphere flew, and An Qisheng hung his sword by his side, letting the giant snake pull the gate of the other dimension like a meteorite breaking through the air.

His eyes were fixed on the hideous snake head falling into the boundless space.

The nightmare hydra has nine heads, but it doesn't really have nine heads, but nine lives!

At the last moment of his sword, Russell decisively cut off his head to survive and fell into the vast space.

"How long can a head live in space?"

An Qisheng's eyes were dim.

He used the Qi seed to combine with the magnetic field of the stars. To some extent, he was already the master of the stars. He gathered the power of the black stars in one sword, and then he could cut off his head.

Even though Russell was crazy, he finally keenly realized where the way to survive was. Space is a place that the magnetic field of the stars cannot reach.

Huh~

As his mind turned, An Qisheng put away the King's Sword, which was still eager to try.

He stepped into the air and left.

The natural disasters caused by the Qi field riots in many places have not yet subsided, and it will cause greater casualties in a while.

It's over?

Looking at the black mobile phone screen, everyone was stunned. Under the ups and downs, I don't know how many people fell to the ground like exhaustion.

Some people cried with joy, some fainted from great sorrow and joy, and some shouted wildly. The whole world was in chaos.

However, governments regretted greatly after being surprised. If they had known there was such a trick, they would not have done the stupid thing of popping up a video to inform everyone.

Therefore, when the war ended, everyone was still immersed in shock, surprise, and enthusiasm. All countries had already started to work at high speed and began to clean up the previous mess.

Including but not limited to operational combat readiness, notifications to various shelters, and countless air defense equipment, flying swords, and missile wreckage.

And the wreckage of fighter jets that were blown into the atmosphere and scattered everywhere, as well as nuclear bombs.

Especially nuclear bombs.

Because of the special envoys of nuclear bombs, they will not be easily detonated, but the nuclear bombs left outside can make everyone's scalp numb.

If they fall into the hands of some terrorist organizations, the threat is self-evident.

And local governments also launched rescue and disaster relief as soon as possible.

The two fought in the atmosphere at an altitude of 80,000 meters, and the changes in the celestial phenomena caused tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions in many places, and this was still under the control of An Qisheng.

Otherwise, the two really fought on the earth.

After the battle, Xuanxing might be fine, but humans would die.

An Qisheng did not pursue, on the one hand, he was still fighting, and on the other hand, it was because of this.

The Qi seed only initially replaced the magnetic field of the stars. Although he could use it, he could not say that he had complete control. If he forced to pursue in space, it would most likely cause a chain reaction.

After many arrangements, many major Western countries, including the Golden Eagle Country, have organized preparations to go to Daxuan at the same time.

Visiting the leader of Daxuan,

and the one who cut the air with a sword, has made all individuals, forces, and even countries cannot ignore it-Mr. An.

There were few lights in Xingcheng in the early morning.

Under the strong wind like a typhoon passing through, the streets were in a mess. The people of Xingcheng, who had never seen such a big storm, said they didn't dare to go out at all.

"Qiqi he"

Looking through the window at the city in the early morning, which looked like a little girl ravaged by a strong man, An's mother was a little worried and a little unbelievable.

Everyone wants their son to be successful, but this

"It should be fine"

An Jianzhong hunched over to comfort his wife, with a hint of dreaminess on his rough face.

He never dreamed that in just five years, his son would go from a terminally ill patient who was sick and had been issued a critical notice by several major hospitals to a great master who could fight the monster above the atmosphere.

He knew that An Qisheng had been looking for immortals, but, even the legendary immortals were not so powerful, right?

The fight in the atmosphere tens of thousands of meters above the Pacific Ocean, the strong winds that were stirred up almost destroyed Xingcheng thousands of miles away, what kind of terrifying power was this?

My own son, became an immortal?

Even though this was his own son, An Jianzhong couldn't accept it for a while.

Not to mention An's mother who had never left the province in her life.

Buzz~

At this time, the phone on the table rang.

An Jianzhong frowned, picked up the phone, and as soon as it was connected, there was a heavy breath on the other end of the phone: "Old An, hurry up!"

"Old Jia, if you have something to say, just say it, why are you panting?"

An Jianzhong frowned.

He has been a law enforcer for decades, of course he knows how big a reaction his son's affairs will cause, I'm afraid his family and all his relatives have been investigated thoroughly.

"Get ready, many big guys are coming to Xingcheng, are they all here to see you? With our Secretary Li leading them, I'm afraid they will arrive at dawn!"

The voice on the other end of the phone lowered.

"Secretary Li will lead the way?"

Anjian Center was shocked.

Only then did he realize that his expectations were still too low. What kind of boss could Secretary Li lead the way here before dawn?

"People from Xuanjing!"

The head of Anjian Center immediately reported and responded in a deep voice: "I will go to greet you right away."

"Don't!"

The voice on the other end of the phone almost got stuck, and then he took a breath and said, "Wouldn't you be betraying me if you went out to greet them? Besides, they are visiting you, what are you welcoming?"

Hang up.

An Jianzhong was still in a daze. He could vaguely guess that his salary would be raised by another level.

The reason why I say again is because his salary has been raised several levels.

But this is not because of his own ability, but because of his son

A base in the northwest.

Bai Hu and Xu Hongyun walked into the hall in a daze.

The hall was empty, there was no one, only the rustling sound of some instruments. Bai Hu looked around, expressionless, and two lines of hot tears silently fell down his cheeks:

"Brothers, I'm back, I'm back"

Qinglong is dead,

The blue bird is dead,

Wang Zhixuan is dead,

Jiang Shili is dead,

The prisoner cow is dead,

Yaju is dead.

Chu Fan is dead,

Among the former seven top executives of the Special Affairs Bureau, he was the only one left, and among the dozens of masters above the level of strength in the Special Affairs Bureau, only Xu Hongyun and a few others were left.

Of all the people who launched a desperate charge in the Pacific, not one survived.

The out-of-control fighter planes fell from the atmosphere into the sea at supersonic speeds, hit the ground, and collided with each other. No one could survive.

Whether it is Chu Fan, Feng Mingtao, who has already learned the true teachings of royal power, or Qinglong, who has glimpsed God for the first time and is about to step into it.

Everyone is dead.

Only when he was out on a mission like this and had no time to rush back did he survive.

Endless sorrow filled his heart for a moment. For a moment, Bai Hu felt his mind was drained. He knelt on the ground, beat the cold ground with his fists, and let out a neighing sound like a wild beast:

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

Xu Hongyun, a talkative old Taoist priest, also sat slumped on the ground, his face gloomy and extremely sad.

It has been nearly twenty years since he joined the Special Affairs Bureau, and the friendship between them is so deep that it is impossible not to feel sad and sad.

Bang~

Bang bang~

The white tiger thumped the ground hard, causing spiderweb-like cracks to appear on the shiny ground. The earth and rocks splashed, triggering a sharp alarm sound.

How he wanted to hear Qinglong's scolding, the prisoner cow's comfort, and the blue bird's ridicule.

But no.

All the members of the Special Affairs Bureau who arrived took off their hats and tied their hands, looking at Bai Hu who seemed to be going crazy with sad expressions.

"Baihu, Qinglong finally left you an email. Do you want to watch it?"

It wasn't until Bai Hu cried hoarsely that his whole body seemed to be dehydrated that Ying Long's voice sounded from the hall.

The artificial intelligence has no sad emotions, and its voice is the same as before, without any change.

"Qinglong left an email? Why didn't you tell me earlier?"

Xu Hongyun wiped his nose and stood up.

Crying has always been the best way to vent. He hadn't cried like this in decades, and the depression in Xu Hongyun's heart suddenly dissipated a lot.

"According to the records in the database, people's sadness needs to be vented rather than suppressed. One hour is just right. If it is less, the venting will not be complete, and if it is too much, it will be nerve-wracking."

There was no change in Yinglong's voice.

Bai Hu wiped his tears and stood up. His whole body seemed to have aged several years in an instant: "Transmit it to me."

Buzz~

In less than a second, a picture appeared in Bai Hu's retina.

It was among the fighters driven by Qinglong.

"You don't understand anything about the Special Affairs Bureau, and I don't need to say anything else."

Qinglong's voice rang in Baihu's heart: "I joined the army at the age of sixteen and joined the Special Affairs Bureau at the age of thirty-four. I have been worthy of my country in this life. The only person I am sorry for is my daughter.

She has lost her mother, and now she also has lost her dispensable father."

"She is very good at mathematics. She has won thirteen awards in various competitions, ranking first three times, second six times, and third three times."

This was the first time that Bai Hu heard the gentleness and a hint of nagging in Qinglong’s voice:

"We have known each other for twenty years. I want to ask you one last thing. Help me take care of my daughter. I have accumulated more than three million yuan over the years. You can take it and use it as a dowry for her when she gets married."

In the end, Qinglong seemed to be chattering, and he didn't give any instructions on work, and he never left his daughter.

Bai Hu couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.

"Blue Dragon"

Bai Hu sighed sadly.

There are many dreamers in the Special Affairs Bureau, and Yinglong has mastered the most advanced technology and can monitor in real time and hypnotize all dreamers at the last moment.

Let them completely enter the dream of royal power.

But Qinglong is not a dreamer!

"Qinglong, maybe he's not dead."

At this time, Yinglong's voice sounded again.

"What?"

Xu Hongyun suddenly raised his head and looked at the flashing red light of the camera: "How could he not be dead?"

How can you survive when it hits the sea at supersonic speeds from an altitude of tens of thousands of meters?

In fact, the instrument used to monitor Qinglong's heart rate also stopped beating.

"You mean, the dream of kingship?"

It was Bai Hu, whose red eyes narrowed.

"Based on the comparison and analysis of many dreamers, Qinglong has all the conditions to become a dreamer. The reason why it has been delayed is not because Qinglong masters the most advanced hypnosis technique on Xuanxing."

A lot of data flowed like a waterfall, and Yinglong concluded: "It's because he is a dreamless person."

"Dreamless?"

Bai Hu's mouth twitched.

After becoming a dreamer, like other dreamers, he read a lot of books about dreams and gained a lot of understanding about dreams.

Not everyone dreams.

There are two types of people he knows, one is patients with mental illness, and the other is people with mental retardation.

There is naturally no problem with Qinglong's IQ.

That

Huhu~

An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the clouds and drifted with the current. He held the royal sword in his hand, causing the Qi field to stir like a tide, calming down the changes in celestial phenomena and geological disasters caused by the changes in the Qi field.

Destruction is always easier than the aftermath. Even An Qisheng could perceive the entire star energy field in a single thought, and that was until the sun was high in the Pacific Ocean.

Then he slowly opened his eyes, his eyes streaming down.

Under the clouds, there is a ferocious snake body that cannot be submerged by the Pacific Ocean, and a door to another dimension.

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