Chapter 127

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Protagonist:

Milton

Mins

Saint Marcos City.

As the largest city in San Marcos Province, the order here is equally chaotic, with many people likewise unable to afford food; the slums are simply larger in scale.

At this time, a rust-streaked Toyota pickup drove out of the slum road, staggering toward Maracan Town.

After another stretch of time, they arrived at the edge of a forest in the distance outside the town.

Today is their strike-it-rich day, their day of freed

Zhou Chen vigilantly observed the situation at the breach; suddenly a squad of Black Armored Army emerged from the breach, but Zhou Chen could tell these Black Armored Army's ranks were all above the general being escorted, and each was a master — even Zhou Chen might not necessarily be able to kill a single one of them.

Half a month later, Wood Liji School Ground; at this time the school ground had gathered hundreds of thousands of cavalry; today is the day Zheng E and numerous tribes swear to march west together.

In an instant, wind rose and clouds surged, blood-colored flames across the sky converged, revealing the flame phantom's original form.

I am on the ground, feeling this pitch-black night grow even blacker; it did not give me eyes, and I cannot see the light either.

The Ming Army had long been prepared; although the rear portion of the Mongol forces still held formation, caught off guard they were still beaten back step by step by the charging Ming Army.

The black-clothed man slowly shook his head, his gaze scanning the chaotic ground. Because three days had already passed, the corpses on the ground had long begun to emit a foul stench.

Different from the feeling of sitting on the backs of the Black Cloud Bird and the Yoba Dragon. On those two one is also in the high sky, but the feeling of gazing afar with feet firmly on the ground is completely different. The absence of howling gales by the ears undoubtedly calms the mood considerably.

"Big, big brother, I was wrong, I shouldn't have had designs on Bai Li, just spare me this once, I had eyes but failed to recognize Mount Tai." I looked at Li Jun Cai begging bitterly at my feet, and I laughed out loud; his parents gave him such a handsome-talent name, yet he is so cowardly, filthy, despicable.

"Gu Nan Ang, haven't seen you in several years. Finally willing to come back." Bai Li's dad was distilling liquor in the cupboard, laughing heartily as he turned back to say to me.

When the Heart Flame swallowed the Emerald Green Flame in one gulp, it returned to its original appearance, then immediately went back into Ye Qing's body.

Queen Zumulati pursued me relentlessly from the third floor down to the first floor; along this whole way she kept encountering "chance encounters" one after another.

But even Blood Shadow did not expect that among those crowding toward him a familiar face would actually appear.

However, just as he swung his muzzle around, a hand fiercely clamped onto his hand, crushing both his hand and the firearm directly into a single iron plate.

At this moment, above his head, winds and clouds churned, heavenly might converged; that stretch of sky became incomparably real.

Never mind these two goods; even a God Emperor above the God Throne, and Gautama of the Buddhist sect, must be wary of him by three parts — if not for the fact they are Yuan Shen, killing them would hardly affect their true bodies, Qin Wuming would have acted long ago.

Qin Wuming smiled in satisfaction; that goods is precisely the twenty-first generation heir of the Fengqiu Zhonglang General, Hu Jiu.

Silver brightness trailing a long tail fell, like a prosperous finale; a year passed just like that.

He hurriedly released his divine sense to check, and this check revealed that Commander Zhou was actually inside a sealed space at this moment.

"After a person dies, the god soul is extinguished, consciousness dissipates, naturally it will vanish like smoke and clouds!" Jiang Chen nodded slightly.

Liu Mang walked on the main street somewhat aimlessly, wandered all morning, found a teahouse, planning to drink some tea and rest a bit, then make further plans.

"Could it be that Father's one kick made you vomit the residual poison blood in your body, and you instead turned misfortune into fortune?" Jin Yan exclaimed in surprise.

Wenren Xiao said: "The recorder should be someone close to Yan Xue like an assistant or agent, but this recording's exposure has both advantages and disadvantages.