Infinite Brilliant Scroll

Today's weather is very good, the sky is blue and cloudless.

Under the bright sunlight, all the buildings on the ground looked bright, warm and harmonious.

And quiet.

The situation on the Wasteland Continent is turbulent, and it feels like the land is vast and sparsely populated. The buildings are all built in a spacious and sparse manner. There is a large distance between those tall buildings. In the city, you can walk around casually. , you can still see traces of many ruins.

It can't help but make people feel a bit of desolation and vicissitudes, the loneliness of the sky high and the wind far away in the occasional leisure time.

Especially in the recent period, all the residents in the city have been relocated, and even the real bodies of An Ling and Hei Cuo Dao are no longer in the city.

The whole city seemed more vigorous and lonely.

When Chu Xinggu walked in here, he fell in love with this city almost immediately.

Of course, this is not the first time he has known about the existence of this city. He has even observed all aspects of the city from various pictures and videos under his command, and learned about the relationship between the management here and the coalition regime.

But at that time, he didn't care much about the city, and he didn't come in person, let alone know that the atmosphere of the city before the war would fit his aesthetics so well.

Well, so beautiful, really good.

He has already decided that if the city is destroyed in the battle today, it will be rebuilt on the original site as one of his "other courtyards".

The layout of the city cannot be changed. The luxurious ones must be so luxurious, and the ruins must be those ruins. If there are not so many suitable waste materials, of course the newly created things will be destroyed to look like old ones.

Just kill Guan Luoyang first.The loss of resources is not within his concern, and cheap manpower provides a more comfortable working environment for the existence at the top of the pyramid.

And as long as the situation in the Wasteland Continent can continue, more bad ways of using technology will be developed, and people will become cheaper and cheaper. will appear stronger.

Chu Xinggu liked this expectation very much.

Some people once thought that he acted recklessly, unscrupulously, and extravagantly, and cited some examples.

For example, it is pointed out that Chu Xinggu has searched for no less than [-] properties for himself in more than half a century, some of which were gifted to him by others in order to establish a relationship with him, but there are many, Because he glanced at it when he passed by occasionally, and felt that it fit his eyes, so he circled it and regarded it as his own territory, and no one else was allowed to touch it.

The real estate on the wasteland is actually not worth much. At least for most people on the wasteland, they don’t care so much about the houses fixed in a certain place. There are too many other places where you can pick up similar houses and renovate them. You can live.

But Chu Xinggu's real estate is different, because the places he delineated have unique features, either containing some kind of rare minerals, or containing large factories that can support the vitality of the entire area.

Sometimes, these properties also contain some living creatures. In the territory he has enclosed, no matter whether it is rare beasts, mutated poisons, or the people who originally lived here, they are not allowed to leave here. It is not allowed to destroy the style here.

Even sometimes, those scenes that Chu Xinggu considered "pleasing to the eye" and "artistic" actually represented a backward, inconvenient, and depressing living environment.

There is no way, people's aesthetics are always very diverse. At that time, Chu Xinggu still admired the person who accused him.

He raised that person well, provided them with good food and drink, and only asked that person to have the same full emotions every day, make the same article, and scold him again.

Of course that person refused to comply, but soon, that person found that his relatives, friends, and neighbors all moved to the place where he was imprisoned.

They were not imprisoned, but invited.

The illnesses of the relatives have already been eliminated, and they have been replaced with the most high-end bionic prosthetic body, and have clear vision, smell, taste, touch, and even physical desires again. They cry bitterly and are grateful for their freshness.

Neighbors in the neighborhood have also lived a life that was unimaginable before, freed from the previous suffering.

So they all came to thank the person who scolded Chu Xinggu.

The man became even angrier. He picked up his pen again, wrote articles, read them aloud, and scolded him.

When Chu Xinggu thought of it occasionally, he would ask his subordinates to take over the videos of this person and watch them. From the daily scolding speeches, he would pick out a few good ones, comment on them, and enjoy himself.

Afterwards, that person's level seemed to have dropped, and he was less angry when he scolded, and his words were not so sharp. There were a lot of repetitions, and the number of words became shorter and shorter.

But he was living in the joyous expectation of everyone, and he couldn't stop himself until he committed suicide.

After Chu Xinggu knew about it, he felt very sorry, but he didn't take back the good life enjoyed by that person's relatives, friends and neighbors.

Those people are still happily continuing their daily lives until now, just like Chu Xinggu's other properties, staying quietly where they should be.

After all, those resources are not worth mentioning to Chu Xinggu.Just kill Guan Luoyang first.

"I have lived such a long life, worked hard until today, and practiced day and night, just to hold the power, spend money like water, and do whatever I want!"

Chu Xing walked alone in this empty and uninhabited city. While admiring the city, he shook his head, raised his hand, clenched his fingers, and looked directly at his fist.

"I have such great strength, such high talent, and in such a long life, I neither enjoy killing nor abusing others. I just want to collect, such a little bit of fun, but I always need someone come to hinder me, why?"

He raised his head, looked forward, and said sincerely, "Friends from afar, come and judge me. You say that you are looking for trouble for nothing, traveling across oceans, invading every house, and insisting on disturbing my little pleasure of life." The guy, should he die?"

Guan Luoyang, who was also walking on this street with strands of Hanxuan fire burning on his body, shook his head with a smile.

"Shouldn't it?!"

Chu Xing cried out in shock, took a few big steps forward, and asked eagerly, "You mean you shouldn't? How could this kind of person not deserve to die?!"

"Damn it to me!" a voice answered his question.

Starting from a corner on the southwest side of the city, buildings made roaring sounds, cracked, tilted, and collapsed, causing a large cloud of smoke and dust to spread all the way to the side of the street.

Out of the smoke and dust came a man covered in tattoos and a man with a figure as strong as a hill, followed by six men with similar looks and figures.

The seven directors of Titan Heavy Industries are said to have reached the seventh level of psychic powers ten years ago. Among the psykers of this level, they are relatively junior, but no one dares to underestimate them.

It is said that they were originally the final products of a large-scale biological laboratory. Although the seven are not brothers, they are better than brothers. Together, the seven can make their psychic level skyrocket to a higher level. They were only the third-level psychic in the past. At that time, there were rumors that the seven brothers joined forces and beheaded the fourth-level psyker more than once.

Not to mention, they have all blessed themselves with the power resources and psionic energy reserves in their territories. Each of the seven of them has stepped into the range of the eighth level of psionic energy. unknown.

As soon as the seven Titan brothers appeared, another stern voice came.

"I feel damned too."

A man covered in a white military uniform and a pure white cloak suddenly appeared 500 meters behind Guan Luoyang.

The distance of 500 meters makes the figure of this person appear small, as if blending into the city background at the end of the street. Even if he raises his head, others cannot see his face clearly. Only a pair of eyes, like cold gems, are embedded in the under the brim.

"We have already had our own order here. The law of the jungle and natural selection are the truths of natural evolution for tens of thousands of years. What's more, the existence of the Promised Land has given countless people the opportunity to climb up. They can't climb up. Come up, if you can’t compete with others, it’s just that they deserve it.”

"You coalesce the regime and like to be babysitters for your subordinates, then play that trick on your own territory, don't come to provoke our territory and grab the power in our hands!"

This person was once in the magic division of the game world, and defeated all the players of the same period with "spiritual fighting spirit", and even defeated all the sons of luck in the magic zone at that time, the silver army leader who seized the certificate of theocracy.

His latest shot was already 15 years ago, and he was nominally a psychic at the peak of the seventh level of normality. In fact, it seems that he has stepped into the threshold of the eighth level at some point, and the state after blessing , it seemed even more mysterious, it was able to completely gather the spiritual energy signals blessed from the outside into the body.

As he breathed in and out, the dim light of psychic energy fluctuated around him. It seemed that his psychic energy did not originate from his brain, but was distributed in every part of his body.

Even when the silver army lord spoke, every word sound carried a mysterious fluctuation of spiritual energy, as if it wanted to attract the energy in other people's bodies to rush together and get out of control.

From the time they saw the first ray of fire ignited on Guan Luoyang, even if they didn't understand the cultivation system of "Tianhe Zhengfa", their psychic sensitivity was enough for them to understand what it was.

Crossing the catastrophe can represent the strength after the catastrophe, and it also represents the fatal flaw that is easily disturbed during the catastrophe.

The Hanxuan Tribulation Fire was originally transformed from Tianhe's mana to forge the Dao Foundation. Although the nine-fold Tribulation Fire also means the nine transformations of the Dao Foundation's mana.

But in the process of burning the fire, the mana in the body is in a state of constant consumption.

Moreover, psionic energy is the power of the mind, and sometimes one's own mentality is very critical.

In the process of talking, they looked back on their past, not only to wait for Guan Luoyang's trough, but also to accumulate their own momentum and polish their murderous intentions.

At this time, a one-eyed figure covered in bandages also appeared in the glass window of the cake shop on the right side of the street.

"Guan Luoyang, I heard that you were born 300 years ago. Hmph, you must have read all the vicissitudes. But do you know what the life of a person who encountered a catastrophe when he was born is like?"

The voice of the man in the bandage is weird, and when he speaks, there are countless repeated echoes, "I have struggled to survive the catastrophe since I was a child, fought for a little dirty water from my companions, and worked in the underground clinic, step by step. Yes, I got to where I am today after having mixed with gangs, guards, warlords, and semi-mechanical groups, how many intrigues, tossings and twists and turns."

"We can step on the top of tens of millions of people because of our hard work. God rewards hard work. If you want to change all this, you are against the law of heaven. Don't you deserve to die?"

This shouted question spread with heavy echoes.

Things like sound waves have always been weaker and weaker as they spread, but this shout, under the influence of psionic energy, violated common sense.

At first, it was just a loud shout, but the more it diffused, the more it aroused the vibration of the air, and all the fragile objects hummed, and the water on the ground trembled, splashing out layers of waves.

This is not just the psychic energy emanating from the bandaged man, but the sound wave that is raised again after being resonated by powerful psykers one after another in all directions during the diffusion of sound waves.

They haven't shown up yet, but ambushes in all directions of the city, east, west, north, above and below ground, and the sound waves at this level already represent their answers.

When the sound waves spread beyond the urban area, not only fragile objects, but also reinforced concrete buildings will be roared by the entire earthquake.

The doors and windows were all destroyed, the shop's signboard was blown to pieces, the walls were cracked, and the heavy pillars were shaken like loose building blocks.

As a result, a strange scene appeared in the whole city.

The urban area where the source of the sound wave is located retains a roughly intact architectural appearance in a circular area with a diameter of about five kilometers.

And beyond this area, no matter whether it is tall or short, the city buildings are shaken by the rising and resonant spiritual energy sound waves, sometimes collapsing and devastated.

Where the sound waves passed, it was like a huge wave of dust and smoke that shook the sky, and in the end it even expanded beyond the height of the skyscrapers. With strong winds and debris, they roared endlessly and scattered beyond the boundaries of the entire city.

Cups and pots of clothing, trash cans, window frames, deck chairs, half a car, etc., as well as countless daily sundries, were just thrown into the wilderness outside the city, blown by the strong wind, on the ground Roll and roll.

The terrifying power gathered by more than 80 high-level psykers was displayed just like that, with just one sentence, without even making any explicit attack actions.

When they have the same will, only a few syllables, a tacit consent, can already destroy cities and exterminate life.

Ever since Chu Xing invited everyone to the lonely feast, these eighty-odd people had been accumulating murderous aura, fighting spirit, and desire to destroy every minute and every second.

Finally reached the peak at this moment!

"I mean, I don't argue with people who are mentally ill."

Guan Luoyang's smile disappeared, and he said in a flat tone, "Should it be, should it be, what pretentious silly question?!"

"After I kill all of you, I still want to lead the people on this continent with my friends to walk a path that can make people live more at ease. How can I have time to chat with you?"

He opened his arms, and the flames soared.

"Stop talking nonsense, come up and lead to death!"

The previous calamity fire has not disappeared, and the second calamity fire has surged and erupted. It seems that the cold and mysterious fire is expanding again and again, the first level, the second level, the third level, the fourth level, the fifth level, and the sixth level. ...

With a flick of a finger, the Nine Layers of Tribulation Fires were fully fired, and all Tianhe's mana poured out of his body, turning into a Tribulation Fire, and the controllable mana vitality in his body fell to the lowest point.

Chu Xinggu's eyes blazed brightly, and screaming, he pulled his back, shook his hand, and struck out with a bang, the head of the stick seemed to support the sky!
In the entire Wasteland Continent, all the top powerhouses accumulated over half a century all launched an offensive.

Nine Mountains has been planning for a long time, with the Promised Land, the Wasteland Continent, and the two worlds of virtual and real.

Attracting Guan Luoyang's psychic energy, the true intention of the demon, and the divine power of the vacuum, and attracting all his reinforcements, only his brain and body, which are the source of his ideas, were isolated from the real world, and the murder was arranged.

Finally played with this stick.