"Mirror... you can't see it, right?"
"Bar?"
Baidi repeated the last word.
Obviously, this involves a blind spot in the knowledge of the black dress. Whether it is possible or not, it has never been tried at all.
"Then try it next time?"
Baidi was very considerate and did not take the opportunity to laugh at it, like a sensible child.
"Okay, I'll go prepare..."
The man in the black suit was about to turn his head when he paused.
Extremely powerful auras drifted from the distance—the old ghosts had arrived.
"How come so fast?"
The man in black formal wear frowned deeply, unable to understand why he could reach Guangyu so quickly from Yama Palace when the three Xiangyu ancestors were still blocking the way.
Isn’t the ghost in the Eight Finger Realm already dead?
Is there any other trick in the world that can achieve collective teleportation?
Further behind the old ghosts, from afar, a magnificent golden palace was floating in the sky. The closer it got, the more purple air surrounded it.
Purple to the point of being black.
The truly black air in the sky over a wide area is gradually decreasing, and its momentum is much weaker.
No match for the other party at all.
"What is that?"
"Is it... the imperial palace?"
"Has Meng Po already embarked on a path to ruin the country?"
"The night of national disaster has not ended, so it must have failed."
This scene was beyond the comprehension of the young weirdos in the wide area.
But for the old tricks, it is a bit beyond the scope.
They only knew that Meng Po was in the palace, but they had only a vague idea of how she avoided the path to national disaster that was cut off by the Human Emperor.
"The Imperial Palace is a disaster for the country... It's not only borrowing the luck, but also seizing the Imperial Palace?"
"But the night of national disaster is not over yet. Why is it so anxious to come out?"
"Could it be that it's in the wide area, and it's almost done, and it's afraid?"
"Is that so..."
Lao Gui looked out at the vast area, which was full of city destroyers. A rough glance showed that they were not inferior to them in terms of number and overall strength.
The battle to destroy a city covers a very large area, so the area available for charging after the city is destroyed is much smaller.
It can be said that in the wide-area battle, the only ones who ultimately decide the outcome are Lin Fan and "Meng Po".
At least they believe that the one who controls everything in the palace is Meng Po herself.
Flying swords slowly flew towards the ghosts.
The monsters in Guangyu and Bagu Mountain hesitated at first, then grasped the strange weapons beside them.
"Is this... a sword tomb?"
"Why are they all flying out?"
"So powerful! This is the strange weapon forged by General Nuyan."
"It's not even a top-ranked weapon. If it were one of the Hundred Swords, I'm afraid..."
The city destroyers looked at the strange weapon in their hands with surprise on their faces.
The vast majority have never seen the work of Nuyan Gan Jiang himself, but have only seen one or two imitations in the weird world.
Now that I have not only seen it with my own eyes, but also held it in my own hands, the surprise and delight I feel is beyond words.
"With this strange weapon, the old one is nothing."
"I'll kill anyone who comes!"
The city destroyers were full of enthusiasm, but some performed mediocrely.
For example, the Drunken Immortal, the Scholar, and the Secretariat, because it is an evil blood spider.
They showed no disdain for the strange weapon.
The scholar mainly thought that since everyone had it, this strange weapon was not a rare item.
In the palace, bursts of golden light descended, and purple air followed the golden light and fell into each old monster. Their origins were vague and showed signs of bursting out.
The sudden increase in origin means that one can use tricks more unscrupulously.
The enemy has tricks, but we have endless tricks!
Faced with the high aura of the vast area, the old ghosts were not at all nervous. Instead, they had a kind of contempt of seniors looking at the younger ones, and even began to open the market, just like the previous ancestors of the Xiang area.
"This time, let's see who kills more."
"Okay, whoever kills more can take something from the other party."
"Okay! You have to accept whatever it is."
The stakes of bets like these are getting bigger and bigger, and under the stimulation of the bets, the excited blood is overflowing!
"A strange weapon?"
Long Ying looked at the vast area. Even those who were halfway to destroying the city were equipped with strange weapons. Even those who were broken on the path would have a chance to get one. He couldn't help but feel ridiculous.
"I've reached a dead end and chose the Sword Tomb, but I don't know who owned it before."
Long Ying slowly raised his hand, and in an instant Meng Po fell to her knees.
All the ghosts in front of Guangyu stopped in their tracks and it became very difficult for them to look up.
"This is... the power of the last generation of Human Emperor!"
"Absolutely regal... Damn, kind of scary."
"Boss Lin's strange weapon seems to have been forged based on this prototype."
Long Ying has not yet become the true Human Emperor. It is a pipe dream for him to suppress all the weirdness. Even if he is superior to the phantom on Lin Fan's body, he can only suppress four or five at the same time at most.
He also had no intention of using any regal power to suppress the battlefield, though doing so would certainly give his own team a greater chance of winning.
But with the situation getting bigger, it doesn’t matter who wins or loses in the city destruction. What matters is whether Lin Fan inside lives or dies.
As long as he doesn't die, everything we do here is in vain.
What Long Ying really wanted to do was to bring despair to Lin Fan.
For example - take away all these tens of thousands of strange weapons!
"I want to see what choice you will make when faced with despair. Come to me!"
The last word "come" from Long Ying echoed throughout the battlefield, and all the strange weapons emitted bursts of sword sounds.
Then--
Didn't obey orders.
In front of the dragon shadow, none of the strange weapons moved, and all were firmly held in their own strange hands.
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