Turning into a nine-tailed sky fox, I seem to be very powerful

Lin Xuan closed the bathroom door behind his back, quickly took out a small match from his pocket, and lit it.

A little fire goes out.

It even vaguely reflected the scene on another bridge.

And the man in the bridge of Tiangong Mansion turned his head as if aware of something, the pink horse head looked at Lin Xuan through the flames, and smiled.

The illusory voice from my good friend—Little Baoli on Hengxing Road sounded in Lin Xuan's mind:

"Long time no see, Your Highness the Judge, does your Excellency seem to have succeeded?"

"About half."

Lin Xuan replied: "Since I contacted you on purpose, wouldn't you let me escape alone? Is there any support?"

Osa's voice sounded from Lin Xuan's mind, mixed with the rough sound of the engine, and there were bursts of roar: "I will approach the airspace where you are in 3 minutes. At that time, once you send out the signal, I will help you." You evacuate."

"Ok"

Lin Xuan laughed, and carried Su Ling's soul body who was still sleeping in the cello behind his back.

Grabbing the moment before the match burned out, he asked, "So, what's my mission?"

"Escaping must be a trivial matter for Your Excellency."

The man paused for a moment, and said seriously: "If possible, please make the trouble as big as possible under the premise of guaranteeing your escape."

There was a sudden roar in the distance, followed by a piercing alarm.

The ceiling trembled.

Lin Xuan shrugged: "This goal should be almost accomplished."

"...Then, I wish you a smooth journey, and long live the Shangxian!"

Before the flames were extinguished, the pink horse face mask spoke solemnly for the last time.

"Long live the Shangxian! I will."

The flame shook and went out in front of Lin Xuan's finger.

A faint plume of blue smoke rose up.

Lin Xuan threw away the match with his hands, covering his face where he was.

Anyway, it's a bit embarrassing!

Counting down silently according to the pulse, when the count reached one hundred and two, there was another roar in the distance.

The vault exploded.

Immediately afterwards, the increasingly harsh siren sounded from every corner.

Lin Xuan pushed open the door of the toilet, washed his face, and heard the sound of chaotic footsteps from the corridor outside, and someone rushed towards the distance.

The sound of screaming came faintly.

She tore a piece of paper, wiped her hands clean, threw a like into each toilet, and pushed the door out.

Mixed in the crowd, mixed in the direction of the exit.

Relying on constantly changing her appearance, there are no unexpected obstacles along the way.Instead, I finally found the place because I didn't know the way and went wrong twice.

At this time, Lin Xuan had turned into a well-dressed staff member, wearing a pilot jacket, striding towards the hangar of the airship.

At the moment, the hangar is very busy. Smoking aircraft are constantly being pushed over from the slide rails on the outer deck. Countless workers are busy repairing them. At the same time, there are more flying formations coming from the outer deck in the distance. Rush into the sky.And the injured Nisheng was lifted out of the cabin for emergency treatment.

As if in a state of war.It was busy and chaotic, with people coming and going everywhere.

Speaking of it, it seems that in this country of fog, those who are really responsible for fighting are those hired forces.

A world where only mercenaries were wounded was born!

Just what Lin Xuan wanted.

She lowered her head, quickened her pace, and blended into the chaos, inconspicuously.

But gradually, the people around became difficult.

Obviously, there is only one step away from the outer deck, but the people around seem to be carrying a heavy burden, making it difficult to move.

His face was blue and sweaty.

Lin Xuan also noticed the abnormality of the people around him, and looked over strangely. Immediately, amidst the sharp sound of steel rubbing against each other, the others backed away in panic.

A beam of dim light shone in from the open hangar door in front of him, illuminating Lin Xuan's face.

The straight sunset light elongated her back.

backward.

All the way to the end of the hangar, under the iron boots.

In the dimness where the light couldn't reach, a man in armor walked out slowly, and the insignia of the reverse life on his shoulder opened silently, emitting a cold red light.

The lion helmet covered his face, indifferent and calm.

"Go back, Scholar Su."

The man who had met once on a fighter jet made a hoarse voice: "One more step forward, and it will be hell."

Master Wan from Reverse Life—the silent Joseph, said so.

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Exam every day

Hey, the update will start on the 13th, so remember for now ヾ(??｀. ヾ)

Chapter 540 The End of the Third Drama

The sound of chaotic footsteps sounded, and the running guards raised their guns, pointed at the back, and stood ready.

Even outside the hangar, on the outer deck, there was a sharp sound.

It was the sharp sound of obsidian swords scraping against the steel on the deck, and sparks flew in the deep ravines.

Weishaupt stepped forward step by step, his green eyes were icy cold, without any emotional fluctuations.

He looked a little embarrassed, his hair seemed to be scorched by something, and his fair skin was stained with soot-like traces.

And behind her, the sun rose.

It was an illusory sun wheel.

The blessing from the fourth sun is also the manifestation of killing intent in the blood of the gods.

A little bit of a dark solar eclipse emerged from it, and in the end, the dark sun turned into a ferocious halo, signaling the arrival of the dark era.

The fourth sun minutes are over.

The gods will abandon the world, turn into a flood, and devour their own people.

This is the most primitive destruction in the myth of the Western Continent where the White Emperor originated.

"Ling, just stand there and don't move."

She stared at Lin Xuan's face, and told her word by word: "I'm going over now—"

Unprecedented killing intent enveloped the opponent's body, making people around feel a burst of stinging pain.

But in the short gap at the end, the girl turned her head curiously and looked behind her: "Ask an old-fashioned question, how did you find me?"

"color."

A line of blood and tears flowed from Joseph's eyes under the iron helmet

"I can see the color of the soul, scholar Su, but you are the only exception."

"I won't ask about the specific settings, I only have one question now..."

The girl smiled slightly, and pointed to her opponent who was walking towards her step by step not far away, the High Priest Wei Suozzi who had lost all reason in the rage: "If I get caught now and go back to the cell, can you help me?" I stop her?"

Joseph was still indifferent, "That's your business, it has nothing to do with me."

"Then there is no way."

Lin Xuan withdrew his gaze, looked forward, and smiled at Weishaupt who was walking towards him step by step.

Then, he slowly lowered his body, accumulating strength between the tense textures.

Right in front of everyone's eyes, she closed her eyes, and—

bend down, bow ninety degrees

For a moment, silence came.

Everyone's movements were stunned.

"I'm sorry, Miss Weishaupts, I lied to you."

The girl bent down and shouted loudly: "For the sake of our unborn child, please give me a chance and let's start over!"

"You bastard..."

Weishaupt's teeth rubbed against each other, bursting into sparks, and then, an indescribable ferocity appeared on his pretty face.

"—Give me death!!!!!!!"

What was faster than the obsidian sword was the sudden loud noise in the sky.

Under the endless gray sea of ​​clouds, a black shadow suddenly burst out.

First, saw a dragon.

Then, saw a truck...

In the end, everyone saw it, a dragon pulled the truck and flew in the sky!

A white dragon and a truck flew in the sky at an incomparably fast speed. Wherever they passed, a deep gap was plowed into the dark clouds.

As if the ocean opened up from both sides.

Under the rays of the setting sun, it is almost like Santa Claus is coming, and the atmosphere is very dreamy.

But that has nothing to do with Weishaupt.

Even if the gate of the kingdom of heaven opened at this time, the real saint with small wings and a halo above his head flew out to sing praises and could not stop her attack.

Even if the world is destroyed in the next moment, she must cut off this bastard's head.

If the world perished in half an hour, she'd burn this bastard to ashes.

In any case, only one thing will not change.

——Linglin Lingling must die! ! !

At that moment, Joseph had already followed closely, stepped out, and stepped on Lin Xuan's shadow, just like stepping on a prisoner on a beheading stake.

The Teutonic epee in his hand was raised, pointed at Lin Xuan's neck from a distance, and swept across!

The girl with the cello on her back took a step to the side.

And in front of her, the obsidian sword neighed again, stabbing straight at Lin Xuan!

A sharp horn sounded suddenly.

In the sky, trucks roared as they dashed down amid countless artillery fire.

Pulled by the illusory black dragon, it drifted suddenly, and the cumbersome armor was thrown off the truck compartment, revealing the hidden gun barrel, and the fire burst out.

The fiery alchemy bomb had already locked Joseph's position and flew towards the narrow gate of the hangar. It can be expected that once it explodes in the hangar, it will cause heavy losses.

The epee's slashing paused for an insignificant moment.

Because Joseph pulled out a dagger from his waist, and then threw it towards the sky without raising his head.

A dagger with a simple and featureless style flew out of his hand. The sound of the sonic boom was so low, and the white billows spread. The dagger thrown was already above the speed of sound, and it glowed with fiery light in the high-speed friction.

The alchemy bomb in mid-air stagnated suddenly, and was thrown in half from the center, followed by a terrifying explosion that spread in mid-air.But the explosion was also torn apart.

The dagger flew out of the flames, pierced through the driver's window like a broken bamboo, shredded the driver's seat, and nailed it into the car, making a humming sound.

Under the driver's seat, Osa huddled up, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead: