"They're good-looking, but they're all stupid." The Holy Master sneered from afar. "It's not about who's right or wrong anymore. The Special Operations Bureau is just looking for top players to make an example of, and you've delivered yourselves to their doorstep."

That's true.

In chaotic times, harsh measures are necessary. Considering the overall situation, the Special Operations Bureau must deal with Li Changzhou and his group. Regardless of right or wrong, daring to take action in reality, especially in the city, is the biggest mistake.

"Is that so?" Li Changzhou asked.

The Human Daoist, who was fighting Li Qianxia, ​​changed his expression and couldn't believe that the Human Suffering was still effective.

The Asura Realm, the Hungry Ghost Realm, the Deva Realm, and even the Holy Master were equally shocked.

Human beings are weak in combat, but they have almost perfect control over any of the eight sufferings.

Li Changzhou ignored them and shouted, "Qianxia, ​​concentrate! You can't even overcome this little difficulty?!"

With her hair turned white and plagued by serious illness, Li Qianxia recalled the arduous training she endured every day in the honey pot world.

"Qianxia, ​​starting today, you will practice bayonet thrusts ten thousand times every day, and you will also detonate all the bullets with the tip of the spear."

"Bro, are you trying to kill me with exhaustion? And how is it possible to fire over 400 rounds per second with a heavy machine gun?"

'You have to do it even if you can't. Do you think the enemy will reason with you?'

She took a breath, suppressing a cough. The attacks from the Asura Path and the Human Path before her eyes transformed into bullets from a heavy machine gun, and her cloudy eyes became sharp as knives.

A chill ran through Renjiandao's heart; he sensed an unprecedented danger.

"Heavenly God Path, make your move!" she shouted instinctively.

His hands, thin as skin and bones, gripped the gun barrel tightly. The roar of "Great Roc" echoed in his mind. His aged body went numb, and power surged up recklessly, exploding in his hand bones.

As if a bullet had been fired, the steel gun was like a phantom, its tip sniping everything in its path.

The Heavenly God's golden hair danced in the wind, and with a deafening roar, lightning flashed and thunder roared in the sky, causing the Songjiang District of Song City to flicker between light and darkness.

Lightning snakes typically meander through the clouds.

Suddenly, the sky brightened abruptly, and a beam of white light descended from the sky, lunging towards Li Qianxia.

Li Qianxia remained expressionless. She used her steel spear to deflect the Asura Path sword energy, took a step, and disappeared into the air.

A white light struck the ground, blasting a crater a meter deep. The windows of the buildings on both sides of the road shattered, raining down like a torrent.

Boom!

Then, the sound of lightning struck, like the roar of a god.

As the light of day gradually dimmed, Renjiandao saw Li Qianxia's aged face, her eyes fixed on her like those of an eagle.

"The world is full of the pain of separation from loved ones!" she cried out in near terror.

There is no greater joy than making a new friend; there is no greater sorrow than parting from a loved one.

Li Qianxia returned to the day her parents left with their suitcases.

At 2 p.m. in mid-August, the sun was blazing, and the world was as bright as a lamp.

She chased after her parents, falling down on the village road. The mud, dried like powder from the sun, was soaked with her tears, staining her face.

Grandpa was cursing angrily, Grandma threw a broom, and my older brother was doing his homework under the shade of a tree in front of the house.

"Brother! Mom and Dad don't want me anymore!" She got up and ran towards her brother, crying.

Her brother didn't even look at her before suddenly disappearing, leaving her all alone in the world. The torrential cicada chirping sounded like the laughter of wild ghosts.

Her eyes stung, her throat felt constricted, and tears streamed down Li Qianxia's face.

'Don't cry!'

She trembled. Amidst the chirping of cicadas, she heard her brother's reprimand again and saw him standing beside her, looking at her with a cold face.

"Ah!" Li Qianxia let out a furious roar like a roc, gripping her gun with both hands and sweeping it across the air in a furious attack.

The Asura Path sword energy and the Heavenly God Path lightning that were already upon them were all annihilated.

"Impossible!" The Human Dao almost went mad.

The 'Eight Sufferings of Humanity,' which had never failed before, were broken again and again today.

"The human world is full of suffering—the pain of being with those you hate!"

"The human world is a place of suffering—the pain of unfulfilled desires!"

"world......"

Renjian Dao's lips moved, but no sound came out. She looked up and saw a long spear piercing through her brow.

Warm liquid flowed down, seeping into his eyes; the sky and the earth were smeared with blood.

"I don't think life is bitter," Li Qianxia said coldly, her skin regaining its youthful glow, transforming her back into a pretty and innocent young girl.

He pulled his hand back, drew out the steel gun, and blood gushed from Renjiandao's forehead, like a sewer without a cover.

The Heavenly God was radiating light, and another bolt of lightning struck the sky, its target aimed directly at the Human Realm.

Lightning is both destruction and rebirth. In the early stages of life on Earth, lightning was one of the essential conditions!

A single bolt of lightning can bring someone who has just died back to life!

The lightning bolts, like the serpentine body of a snake, struck down from the lightning layer in an instant, like toppled dominoes, rapidly and precisely approaching the human realm.

Romance

With a crack, it struck a round, transparent dome.

The cover, originally hidden in the night, revealed its true color in the lightning: cyan, the fiercest of the heavens.

"What is that?" The Holy Master's first thought was the Special Operations Bureau's barrier.

Yaochi appeared behind Tian Shendao like a ghost, blazing with azure light, and struck her back with a palm.

winter!

Tian Shendao's back caved in completely, his chest bulged as if it were about to burst, and his eyes were wide open.

A beautiful woman with willow-leaf eyebrows, cherry lips, a slender figure, and flowing blonde hair transformed into a grotesque ghost.

"Yaochi! How dare you!" the Holy Master roared, his eyes almost spitting fire.

Lightning flashed across the sky, as if it were about to kill, or perhaps it was a divine being trying to heal itself. Under her frantic attacks before her death, Tian Zhi Li teetered on the brink of collapse.

The thunder roared, lashing against eardrums like a whip. The evacuating crowd fell to the ground, clutching their ears and howling in pain.

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