A flying city of God.

Not far from the main palace of the city is a new stone platform, surrounded by tens of thousands of mortals.

On the stone table, there is a group of watchful and heavy-looking monks, among them, is a handless man with no bound chicken power, about 40 years old, white, clean crown, waving hands, strong voice, angry.

From time to time, the mortals around the stone platform responded for a while, and the crowd was indignant, and even faced the city's main house, pointing to the fairy soldiers who were waiting in front of the house and the city's house.

The light and shadow changed, and tens of thousands of mortals gathered outside the other city of God, but unlike the rest, they sat on the ground.

These mortals sat on the ground, where the first of them was desperate, sad, looking up at the magnificent, vast flying city of God, and laughing sadly: "Since you have abandoned us, you are willing to kill tens of millions of mortals for this reason, and will die sooner or later, but even if I die, I will never be the soul of your conspiracy, I will end up here today."Gentlemen, in the future, I will fly away from the soul, and now I can make a choice, and I can leave my soul behind, and I will return to the arms of the immortals.”

Then, the person in charge poured a bucket of oil on his body, and the fire slowly fell on the body.

"Shh", the fire is high, the first person instantly became a human-shaped torch, a strong odor drifted out.

Hip, poof, poof...

A fire broke up, and in an instant, the outside of the flying god city became a sea of fire, and a personal torch was screaming, but they all endured and burned alive by the flames!

The light changes again, and the picture comes to a dark cave.

The building here is very rough, every very far wall there is a faint oil lamp emits a dim light, the cave is very vast, the ground is closely arranged with a simple bed, the number is very amazing.

Every bed is lying on a person, the face is calm and calm, but the whole cave is like a cave, cold, dead, chilling.

From time to time, someone woke up from his sleep, looked at him with a painful head, then closed his eyes, picked up a pill in a small bowl next to the bed, and soon fell asleep again, and the color of the pain on his face gradually disappeared, becoming peaceful and quiet, and seemed to be very satisfied.

...

Every time the light and shadow change, every change is a new, chilling scene, there are mortals, there are three families, terror and chaos to the extreme.

With each change, the faces of the six immortals and the many strong high-level figures in the hall will be ugly, until the rotation of the light and shadow pictures is completed, and everyone's face has been sombre to the extreme.

No one expected that even if the swift and decisive killing of the chickens and monkeys was still unable to stop the Peng Shenzong's fierce offensive, it was only a few days later, and the whole northern Lin had been chaotic and dark.

There are fools who think that they are not afraid to fly the army of the Immortals of the City of God by the army of the rebel army.

There are people who have been thoroughly brainwashed, at the expense of being determined.

There is also a dare not resist, do not dare to talk more about the cultivation of the immortals and the wreaked waste involved, these people have been given a poison, can sleep in their own fantasy dreams for a long time, until... death.

...

There are many, many, for all kinds of human nature, but also more dark, unimaginable, but these mortals, these ordinary creatures ... can accept!

Crazy!These people and ordinary creatures are crazy!

“The God of the Peng!”

There are strong people gritted their teeth, and their eyes were red, because their descendants were thoroughly brainwashed and became one of the human-shaped torches, and this oil was added to the material, even the soul could not escape, and it was ridiculous that those mortals thought that it was just physical death.

"This is the back of the Kunpeng shrine, and the tens of millions of mortals, whether they kill or not, have terrible backhands waiting for us."

It is often said with deep silence: "But if the tens of millions of mortals do not kill, it is afraid that the situation will be worse and worse ... although it is not much better now."

“We do not have to blame ourselves, those mortals seek their own death.”

Yin Mu said lightly: "Kun Peng Shenzong knows too much about human nature, any kind of people have a law against it, they are to completely disrupt the alliance of the four ethnic groups, obviously, they have been able to succeed."

“Do you think this is the worst?Naively!The worst is the inside of us, the four families!They were also targeted at cracking the defense and helping to abuse them, otherwise, by these mortals and ordinary monks alone, would they have stirred up the alliance of the four like this?”

There are many strong people below, but they are not afraid of anything, just bow their heads slightly.

“Shut up, do you have a solution?”

The emperor felt a pain in his heart and could not help asking.

Too many things are too complicated, and what is more terrible is that there are still problems inside, so things are more complicated, and the emperor has felt a little powerless.

This is not the emperor himself is not capable of, but this series of things itself is very incomprehensible, when Yin Mufeng as the emperor, ruled the whole world, invincible, were exhausted by these things, not to mention the present moment.

The problems of the poor and the rich are unsolvable enough, not to mention the human beings and the Immortals!

“Yes, but it is not.”

Then he shook his head and laughed.

"You say, as long as it is useful, we have a few orders, I see who does not obey!"

The emperor was very decisive and decisive, and the cold eyes swept below, so that many strong people bowed their heads and did not dare to look directly.

"It's not necessary."

Yin Mufeng smiled lightly: "Only one way is needed...everything is sent to a group of flying God city to be trapped, isolated, in which they love how to make trouble, even if they want, let them go to Kyushu is no problem."

“And those who wish to live in peace, give them a good environment, eat and wear, and live through the years, is the last thing we can do, the last thing.”

The emperor's face changed, and some of them said, "The number of these people is likely to be not small, and it may shake our roots."

“The base?In addition to the people who need to be taken away when flying, the rest is not the foundation, and how much more can be forced to take them to ascend?Let them die."

Yin Mufeng said with a cold smile: "Summarize a sentence: all-out isolation, the heart is not in the alliance are driven away, the heart is still to give a good day, and even can choose some with the soar, the dredging, the bundle, otherwise entanglement is a mess, the fairy can't do anything."

The emperor thought in detail, but also felt that it could only be so, then nodded, "Well, then we will solve these things as soon as possible, and then go to intercept the fairy in the lower bound."

Soon, the meeting was over and the crowd dispersed.

"Dad, look at when Yemer can be closed out, I can see that the war between us and the Immortals and the Kunpeng Shina宗 will not be long, and let him come out as soon as possible to preside over the big picture."

"Although we are not able to preside, after all, the hope of soaring is in him, he always has to show up, and there is no way about the ascent, you ask this you also."

The wind spread the knowledge throughout the hall, and then said to the emperor.

The current micro-world is no longer a golden age, and not everyone can enter it, and Yin Mufeng can only ask the emperor.

"Okay, I'll go into the micro world right away."

The Emperor nodded his head.

Yin Mufeng turned his head again, and said to the bottom of the line: "It is often true, you immediately and fully mobilize the protection, to monitor the family blood dynamics of all the powerful creatures of the four families, these people ... there are always so restless, the bottom monks and mortals are good to deal with, they have to spend some trouble."

"Some of these ambitious, have not tried to use the "Spirit of the Spirit" to rise in one fell swoop to create the first major Xia Shi family idea."

It was often not immediately expected, but turned to look at the emperor, seeing that the emperor did not have a trace of the eyes, and immediately respectfully led away.

...

To the south of the northern mainland, the blizzard was fierce and the snow was vast.

In the wind and snow of the world, a ragged figure staggered in the cold wind and snow, and the tattered clothes could be seen in the original gorgeous, although the figure was slow, but it was very firm.

Suddenly, the figure stepped, the dark eyes raised slightly, looking forward to the far ahead of the flying city of God, where a blurred shadow was rushing.

“The news is so well-informed, can you find me?”

The snow was slightly picked, the broad robe sleeves were shaking, and a delicate flawless net bottle fell in his hand.

However, the distant figure was close, and the figure in the snow noticed that this person was too low and too low to refine the six layers of gas, and the weak poor.

Obviously, the people who came were not the people of the Kunpeng shrine, but the monks who passed by.

In this regard, the snow people gently breathed, he all the way from Kyushu to kill out, to this moment, there is not much fighting, but, Kunpeng Shen Zong obviously can not let go of themselves.

"The whole north is in turmoil, I don't know if I can successfully reach the city, look at God's will..."

The man in the snow sighed, put up the bottle, and continued to walk step forward.

At this moment, the passing monk suddenly fell down, and then fell straight in front of the man in the snow, and looked at the strange man.

“Fuck off.”

The people in the snow are light.

The air-breathing monk in the district, his breath can be extinguished, and there is no need to be vigilant.

“Are you from Kyushu?”“Is it God’s man?”

The people did not let go, but the voice trembled.

"You are seeking your own death."

The man in the snow looked calm, and the palm of the sleeves of the robe had buckled the net bottle.

"The many flying cities ahead of them are isolated areas, and you cannot pass through them."

The people are barely calm.

Seeing that the wanted person did not speak, the man continued: "I have a certain position among the people, I can help you."

“Help me?”

There was a mockery in the snow.

"If you don't believe it, you can brand it in my spirit, and even if I have a naked idea, you can find it."

The people spoke persistently.

Hearing that Rao is a very rich experience in the snow, and at this moment it is also a stop, he has not really seen the initiative to ask people to enter their own minds, so that there is nothing left.

“Why are you helping me?What do you want?”

The people in the snow are light.

"As long as you succeed in helping me to say a few words, ask for one thing, no, two things, are small things, that's enough."

The man said.

“Say it first.”

Humane in the snow.

The man hesitated for a moment and said, "First, help me find a person, and the second one, I want a place to fly, a place for mortals."

Hearing that the man in the snow suddenly looked up at this person, and looked deeply, this weak monk who was not much stronger than the ants was wearing very ordinary clothes, the appearance was ordinary, the eyes were a little cold, and belonged to the silent category of people.

At this moment, this person was full of expectation, carefully looking at himself, and the cold air dissipated some.

Smiling for a moment, the people in the snow suddenly explored their hands, and quickly played a string of printing tricks with one hand, and finally turned into a radiant imprint, which fell on the forehead of this little monk and quickly integrated into it.

The little monk was relieved, full of smiles, seemed to be very satisfied, and smiled.

“Let’s lead the way.”

The man in the snow spoke.

"Well, the seniors, please come with the younger generation, and you don't know the old trumpet."

Little friars are holding the road ahead.

"I don't have a road sign, no need to mention, my name is Wang, my name is Ziying."

The snowman seemed to think of something, and his eyes flashed a look of pain, but soon he swallowed it and was very bored: “What about you?”

“Two dogs.”

The little monk laughed.

“The big name.”

There are some people in the snow.

"My parents died before they could give me a big name, and I had only one name."

The two dogs laughed.

The people in the snow were suddenly silent, and the two of them did not speak again, and they walked forward in silence, and soon the second figure disappeared into the ice and snow.

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