"Bang!"

The surface of the ruins was covered with blood, and there were broken limbs vaguely exposed from the cracks of the rocks, which was gloomy and terrifying. At this time, a piece of gravel suddenly slid down from the top, rolling down to the ground...

boom!

A blood-red figure burst out from the ruins, and white literary energy wrapped around him. The figure fell to the ground like a whirlwind. The violent literary energy blew the blood on the ground. When he saw it closer, he was a young man, a man with a high adult crazy word floating proudly behind him.

The white clothes on the young man were dyed red with blood, with black hair in his ears and handsome face. Even if it was stained with dust, he could still see his angular facial features. He spitted blood and stood up cursingly.

"Damn it, I almost hang here. My spirit party has not become famous yet, how can I fall here!"

This young man is Shanluo’s friend Lingdang, that wretched cucumber man. Since he was taken away by the NPC master, Shanluo has never seen him again.

While the spirit party cursed, he took out a cucumber from the ring and bit it, as if he wanted to vent his anger on the cucumber in his hand.

After finally getting out, he rushed into Wanbing Tomb Mountain at the end of the player's army. Unfortunately, he could only move in the mortal military area. Who told him that he was not qualified to prove that he could only be blocked by the players' crowds in the mortal military area.

Not long after he came in, he was besieged by a group of players. This guy was lucky enough to grab a dead weapon. You should know that it is difficult to encounter a dead weapon in the military area. Naturally, he became the leader of the public criticism. Hundreds of players rushed forward. He had already broken through to the realm of text transformation. Now he might have been meeting and chatting with the system.

While chewing the cucumber, he began to sweep around. Soon he slowly put down the cucumber. His expression seemed very gloomy, so gloomy that it could drip water.

At first glance, the mountains were filled with corpses of players and NPCs, and blood from broken limbs could be seen everywhere, which was shocking. Even though he had always been cynical, his mood instantly fell to freezing point.

The dark clouds in the sky were still rolling, neither thunder nor lightning, as if they were just to block the sunlight. This place was filled with dark colors, and even the sun could not shine in.

"Why did it become like this..."

The Spirit Party murmured to himself in a daze. At this moment, he felt a sense of sadness that he could only breathe in the whole world. He was buried in the ruins before millions of soldiers fell, so he was lucky enough to escape the disaster.

Although his writing has been transformed, he still cannot resist it in the face of hundreds of players. Under the bombardment of hundreds of skills, he was eventually buried under the hillside.

Soon, his pupils shrank, and then he quickly ran forward. He came to a player's corpse and squatted down. The player was holding a white beam of light tightly in his hand. There were four blood holes as big as fists in his chest, and his face was extremely ferocious, full of unwillingness and despair.

"After all, you don't have the life weapon."

The Spirit Party sighed and then pulled off the life weapon in the player's hand. He stood up and looked at the player's face, as if he wanted to remember him. A few seconds later he resolutely turned around and left.

The direction he was heading was the Zhongming District!

...

"From the picture, all the players in the military zone seem to have died unfortunately. Alas, although this is just a game, the pain these players suffer is real. Let us pray that they can safely survive the trauma in their hearts."

Jason's tone was quite sad. No matter who saw hundreds of thousands of corpses in the military area, he would feel uncomfortable. These are all humans, not pigs and birds!

After dozens of days, the Era of Words once again showed the world its cruelty!

Some viewers with weak psychological endurance can't help but vomit. The purgatory on earth in the picture is so real, so real that it makes people tremble.

On the other side, Ai Qing'er climbed up from the ground. She sat on the ground and placed her head on her thighs and leaned against her. She gently stroked his face, her eyes were like water, and the emotions contained in it could be melted by even the most stalwart thing in the world.

This kind of emotion is called love, and the love is profound and meaningful.

Shan Luo, who slowly recovered his consciousness, tried hard to open his eyes. What caught his eyes was a pretty white and tender face with tears. This face was so familiar that it made his heart turbulent.

"You're fine...just..."

Shanluo said with a smile, but his smile seemed very weak and forced, which made Ai Qing'er feel very distressed.

"Follower, how can I be in danger if you are there?"

Ai Qing'er smiled while gently stroked his face, gentle and heart-warming. The two of them quietly enjoyed the tenderness of this moment. There were no broken corpses all over the mountains and fields in their eyes, nor did they ignore the blood on the ground, only each other.

At this time, the Divine Destiny Zone was also in a mess. The ground was covered with blood-stained weapons and more than a dozen corpses. Nan Mingfeng and others were scattered everywhere. They all seemed a little exhausted and were resting.

Nan Mingfeng sat on the ruins and looked at the black beam in his hand. Soon he looked up at a proud figure not far away. It was Jian Shang!

Jian Shang stood on the rocks holding the sword in both hands, with the tip of the sword facing down, his black hat was gone, and a cold and serious face appeared under his black hair. At this moment, he was thinking about something, his eyes were dissipated and he was ignorant.

"This guy is really scary..."

Nan Mingfeng murmured as he looked at Jian Shang's figure, his tone was full of fear. When the ten thousand soldiers shot down, Jian Shang's performance shocked his eyes.

Facing the rain of soldiers that was like a torrential rain, countless strong sword shadows burst out from Jian Shang's body. All weapons shot at him were knocked away by the sword shadow, and the fragile ones were even shattered by the sword shadow.

For five minutes, he was almost not injured, and his terrible strength made Nan Mingfeng feel heartbroken.

In addition to Jian Shang, the performance of several NPCs also made him tremble, especially Bai Heyi, whose body was like a ghost and was not hit by a weapon, and he had not even used his literary spirit.

Luo Tianbei showed a golden figure on his body, blocking the rain of soldiers all over the sky. If Nan Mingfeng was right, it should be King Luoqi!

Another player, Kongyi, known as the Fist Saint, was not seriously injured. He even grabbed a life weapon. At this time, there were still thirty people living weapons left in the entire divine destiny area, and fifteen were unearthed, and five were still uncovered.

The mortality rate in the Divine Destiny Zone is lower than that in the Zhongming District and the Ordinary Military Zone. After all, the mortality rate in the Ordinary Military Zone is nearly 99%, and the Zhongming District has reached at least 80%. This shows how terrifying the strength of the Divine Destiny Zone is!

Of course, if they suffer from the military rain of the intensity that Shanluo ended, it would be a different matter. Under the special care of Old Man Xuanyou, Shanluo even suffered more than a thousand weapons, and these thousand weapons fell several times in turn, with the intensity of nearly ten times that of others.
Chapter completed!