He visited the museum building on the third floor in a row, and the sound of cannons roared behind him. Thousands of political and military troops rushed into the Literary and Art Street and began to gradually recover their lost ground. The two sides fought fiercely at both ends of the street, giving Ning Caichen enough time to collect these treasures...

When the last moonlight stone was put into the Qiankun bag, Ning Caichen launched a crazy massacre. This was exactly what Ian asked to help the Zhengzhou government troops recover lost territory and kill all the rebels who broke into the Literary and Art Street without leaving any one. Anyway, these are soldiers from the Yi Kingdom, and Ning Caichen did not need any mercy.

The gunshots were bursting, and the bullets were rushing like rain, but all this had no effect on Ning Caichen. In order to show his role, Ning Caichen was covered with blood. When he appeared in front of the soldiers of the Zhengzhou Mansion, he had become a bloody man, and behind him were dozens of corpses.

"Let's go down, lie down, the other side has a tank ˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉ" A captain rushed over quickly and shouted to the soldiers, just as he was about to remind Ning Caichen to be careful. A shell was already roaring. Yes, the tank's cannon was firing and launching shells, with great momentum, pointing to where Ning Caichen stood, with a very accurate target position.

Unfortunately, this did not work. Ning Caichen's body turned around, and thousands of sword intents had emerged. The shells exploded, but did not block the sword formation. The sword formation was as rain as rain, and it was denser than rain. It overturned the opponent's tank camp. The tank was cut to pieces, and the infantry following behind the tank fell down, and the tragic sound came one after another. When the lieutenant who bent down to hide looked up, he realized that the rebel team in front of him had been wiped out.

Even the aggressive tank turned into rags and lying underground, making a "clang" sound.

The captain "Attack" was overjoyed. He raised his fingers and issued an order to the end of the street. A large number of soldiers got up, bent down, and began to charge forward. The streets passing by were covered with blood. With Ning Caiwu taking the lead in killing, these rebels who attacked the Literary and Art Street were quickly cleared. Unfortunately, the historical treasures stored in the three buildings were now turned into fragments. Because the building collapsed and was bombarded by gunfire, it was impossible for such a force to find something complete.

Seeing the soldiers clearing the streets, Ning Caichen sat on the tower and checked his gains. There were really a lot of historical treasures that had been extinct in the East fell into his hands again. Ning Caichen thought, will he hold an auction meeting when he went back this time? I guess the old man would not allow it.

How much is it worth so many treasures?

"Mr. Ning, General Ian has heard news that the president was attacked in the southeast and was surrounded by rebels. Please support immediately and rescue the president." A telephone steward rushed up quickly, interrupting Ning Caichen Hu Si's mood. The President, who led his army to fight against the rebels, fell into the siege this time, and he was afraid he would not be able to survive.

Whether the president dies is not very related to Ning Caichen, but after taking so many things just now, he is in a good mood. Ning Caichen slid down from the Fu Tower, and his body bounced, and his voice sounded: "I know, rescue immediately. Tonight, I will help you and kill the sky and the earth."

Ning Caichen felt a faint feeling that the mysterious power on his body had begun to revive. He also wanted to grasp the context and see how to practice and improve this power. He could not rely solely on women. When he went back this time, he was afraid that he would not be able to bring Christine and the others back, otherwise he would not be able to explain it to the women at home.

One Sophia is enough. If there are a few more yellow-haired and blue-eyed Westerners, I am afraid that the adults of the Ning family will not look too good, so he has to find the method of mysterious power by himself and practice, so he cannot stare at Christine's special body.

In the southeast direction, gunfire was even more intense. When the rebels knew that the Son of God entered Rome, they knew that the situation was not good. In order to avoid the long and long nights, they stepped up their time to attack. Even if they killed the Son of God and killed the president of the Immortal Kingdom, it would be a good thing. As long as the president was destroyed, the Government lost the integration of the main brain. No matter how powerful the Son of God was, it would be impossible to massacre hundreds of thousands of troops with one person.

Even if it is God, if he wants to kill so many people, he will be exhausted.

When Ning Caichen arrived, soldiers were everywhere in the mountains and fields. The Zhengzhou government troops were struggling to defend, and now they were in a siege. On the core position, the president was personally in charge. In the city center, Ian also led tens of thousands of soldiers to open up contact with the president with all his might. The firepower of the two sides was intertwined, like fireworks in the night sky, colorful.

Seeing Ning Caichen, Ian was overjoyed and shouted: "Mr. Ning, thank you. I received the news that the literary and artistic street has been recovered. This is all your credit. Now the President is trapped and needs your rescue. Otherwise, once the President has something to do, the Italian army will fight on their own and become a mess of sand."

"Where is the President? ˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉˉ"

"From here, about one kilometer away, because the enemy and us are mingled, we cannot use heavy firearms to avoid hurting the President. Mr. Ning, it depends on you now. Please help us open this road, connect with the President, and ensure his safety."

Ning Caichen didn't say anything. In fact, he wanted to say something in his heart that whether the president died or not has nothing to do with him. However, when it comes to killing people, he is very interested now. He wore thousands of sword lights and rushed towards the rebels' positions like a ball of fire in the night light. A sunlight was very clear in the night sky, illuminating the open space as if it was daytime.

On the plains of this wilderness, a square formation of hundreds of people stood in front of Ning Caichen. These were all strong men. In addition to black trousers and black scarves on their heads, these strong men actually wore their upper bodies, with a flat chest and a slim back.

They had no guns, and each of them stood straight, and the hostility emanated from them. Ning Caichen knew that this was a master of the Dark Council. They were either demon generals, demon soldiers, demon soldiers, demon soldiers, or demon soldiers, or ghost soldiers. At this moment, a hundred people united to form this indestructible defensive position.

Ning Caichen slowly landed on the ground like a blowing blow on the wind. Looking at the phalanx of hundreds of people in front of him, he had a strong fighting spirit in his hand. This should be the last power left by the Dark Council. It is precisely because of these powers that the defense of the capital of Italy, Rome, was riddled with holes, and it was the situation that it was today. A city of Rome is as big as this one, only this puppet land left.

"Kill, the son of the god of killing."

"Kill, kill, kill the son of the god."

"Son of the God of Killing."

"Son of the God of Killing."

With the roar of a ghost general, the deafening call sounded, which was more harsh than the gunshots around him. Then several general-level masters rushed towards Ning Caichen. They were unwilling to do so and fearless of life and death. The leader behind the Dark Council had already issued a death order, either you die or I die. If they could not kill the Son of God, then they would not have to go back.

The leaders behind the Dark Council who were ready to give up no longer need to hide their strength, or if they wanted to come, the cleaner the power of the Dark Council was destroyed, the safer they would be.

Ning Caichen moved forward thousands of miles further. He was clearly in front of him, but he went up again in the blink of an eye. A heavy fist fell on the chest of a ghost general who was pounced on him. After a "bang", two "bang" sounds, all seven bones on the ghost general's body were broken.

One of them pierced into the heart, lying on the ground and bounced a few times, like a shrimp that was separated from water, slowly losing its breath, blood spilled out of the corners of his mouth, reflecting his pale face, and his death was particularly miserable.

In the eyes of ordinary soldiers, these ghost soldiers are already very strong, let alone ghost generals. They can fight with European duke-level masters, but in Ning Caichen's eyes, they are vulnerable.

Ning Caichen never ruthlessly killed the Dark Council, but unfortunately, they did not know fear and fear. The belief in the Dark Council in their hearts made them fearless and died, and rushed towards Ning Caichen one after another, just like a moth to a flame, just for a moment of burning, even though they died, they were still glorious.

The power of faith is powerful and will make people lose their minds. Ning Caichen knew that these masters from the Dark Council were all in the Black Sea and could not struggle and could never be saved. To treat such people, only by killing, killing, killing, and killing them will restore the world to its brightness.

Ian commanded the army and rushed over quickly, watching Ning Caichen fight against the dark masters. Each move was killing, and blood splashed, making the cold wind in the morning smell like fishy. The underground corpses were everywhere, even more miserable than the rebels who were shot to death, with almost few complete corpses.

Ning Caichen's killing is a kind of spiritual groping. He is groping for mysterious power. If it comes from the divine realm to the virtual realm, and then from the virtual realm to the immortal power, it is all the effect of qi, but this mysterious power is no longer qi, just like the element of the dark world, this is a brand new power.

Although Ning Caichen still doesn't know what kind of medium this is, it can be said with certainty that this power is stronger than the immortal power and more domineering than the elemental power of the dark world.

But unfortunately, whenever it is critical, it is lost again and cannot grasp the core. Therefore, Ning Caichen can only use killing to feel the fluctuations of this power, hoping to feel its existence through the fluctuations of this power, and then find ways to improve it.

Most of the dark masters of a hundred people were killed or injured. The more tragic the dark masters were, the higher the morale of these dark masters, which made Ian and the political army tremble and shocked.

"Devil, these people are clearly devils. They are so terrifying." Ian murmured to himself, and was really glad that he could meet Mr. Ning, otherwise with these dark devils, the Kingdom of Yi would probably sink into the darkness and become the kingdom of the Dark Council, and they would also become slaves to the darkness.
Chapter completed!