"Okay, those fools did it themselves, how much energy and resources were wasted on you, but you fell into the hands of Uncle Donkey, Uncle Donkey won't let you be so comfortable, according to the most urgent wartime bill in the Metaverse, I will transfer your command to Lin Qi This is Lin Qi's information, his appearance, his body type, his voice, his smell, his fingerprints, his iris pattern, his bloodline inheritance sample, and his strength and surname breath" In the surface world, the donkey tilted its head, and the gray glow in his eyes flickered continuously.
When he muttered a long list of words to himself, the donkey shivered excitedly, then raised his eyes and said blankly: "Uh, what nonsense did I just say, okay, you can't be too harsh on an amnesiac patient, can you?"
With a faint sigh, the donkey looked up and smiled brightly at Speyer and Cheris.
Speyer and Xie Lisi rushed down with many black spirit gods, and they surrounded Lin Feiqian, Yun Mingjun and the others.
Just now, when the donkey was busy controlling Qiu Fengjun and the other metal beings, forcing them to spit out precious origin power to help the Second Sea God Temple recover, Speyer and the others continued to release a powerful murderous aura to force Lin Feiqian and the others, forcing them to dare not move a bit.
Even Lin Seventy-seven, whose strength was ruined, was so suppressed by this terrifying killing intent that he couldn't raise his head, he could only roll his eyes with a grunt, constantly recalling the meaning of Lin Hu's name, and at the same time racking his brains about how to get out of the current embarrassing situation.
But Lin Seventy-Seven is good at solving problems with violence, and when his power is deprived, he can't think of any useful ways at all.
The donkey muttered there in a daze for a quarter of an hour, and then he lay on the ground tormenting his brains and tossed for a quarter of an hour.
At the end, he sighed helplessly, and then one of Cheris's spider legs, densely covered with shiny fluff, stomped on his head fiercely.
"Dear Cheris, don't kill him" The donkey winked and winked at Cheris: "Keep him, it's still useful."
Well, you metal lumps, there's nothing to do with you here.
Take your mother with you and go to Linzi."
Qiu Fengjun was so angry that he was trembling all over, and he yelled at the donkey angrily and frightened: "We don't have a mother" The donkey rolled his eyes, and suddenly switched to the mother template of the Autumn Wind Monarch, the native language of the metal creatures who had been annihilated by the humans.
The sound of the donkey is like the cry of a giant whale in the deep sea, deep and distant, full of mysterious and unpredictable atmosphere.
Qiu Fengjun and his party were stunned, because the donkey was telling them that the Second Sea God Temple was not their mother In a sense, this is also, this is really the case Qiu Fengjun and their parents, they are warriors directly made by the Second Sea God Temple from various materials, in this sense, they are really the children of the Second Sea God Temple.
The donkey asked them to take their mother to Lin Qi, didn't they let them take the Second Sea God Temple to Lin Qi to be loyal to Lin Qi Bitterly glanced at each other, and the years of planning and years of ambition in their hearts suddenly disappeared.
Qiu Fengjun and his party shook their heads, stretched out their hands in frustration, tore open the void, and walked straight in.
Yun Mingjun on the side was suddenly in a hurry, he opened his mouth to stop Qiu Fengjun and them, but Yi Ji Te cocked his tail very reliably, and blocked Yun Mingjun's mouth fiercely with the tip of his tail.
The body is huge, but his tail is very delicate, and the sharp and thin tail is very mischievous into Yun Mingjun's throat, and he lightly stirs a few times on his throat.
Yun Mingjun suddenly felt nauseous and nauseated, he wanted to vomit, but his trachea and esophagus were blocked by Yijite's tail, and where could he vomit, he could only be choked to tears.
The man who smiled and groaned on the donkey stood up, walked to Lin Seventy-seven with his little tail, and then slapped Lin Seventy-seven on the face with his hooves.
"Okay, Lin Seventy-seven, we can settle the account well Uncle Donkey's heart is not big, Uncle Donkey remembers very clearly, when I followed Lin Nuting, that is, Lin Qi's grandfather for many generations, went to Tiger Island for the first time, and you instructed your grandson to pick his nose and eyes at Uncle Donkey, and gave me trouble." simply sat on Lin Seventy-seven's chest, the donkey lowered his head, and almost brought a donkey face to Lin Seventy-seven's angry face: "Now, grandson, what should I do with you if you fall into my hands, you still bring someone to find Xie Lisi's trouble, this is a crime tolerated by the law, you must be taught a hard lesson."
Looking at the donkey's triumphant face, Lin Seventy-seven closed his eyes in despair.
At the same time, over the Eastern Subcontinent, the Hell's Gladiatorial Arena was enveloped in rolling black clouds.
The overlapping dark clouds even extended tens of thousands of miles away, and the black-red thunder rolled in the dark clouds, and the dull thunder shook the ground for a while.
The celestial phase has also become extremely strange, with heavy rain pouring for a while, hail for a while, and boiling magma spilling from the sky for a while, and the Eastern Subcontinent has become a legendary demonic hell.
The slaughter on the ground continued, and the believers of the Heavenly Temple rushed forward with great difficulty.
The believers of the Miluo Divine Sect are afraid of life and death, and they are blocking the progress of the believers of the Heavenly Temple at any cost.
Every minute, every second, tens of thousands of believers on both sides fell, and the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood could describe the terrible scene, it was completely hell, and the heavens and the earth were turned into a huge grinding disk, and all living beings were ground to pieces in that grinding plate.
The various divine techniques used by the believers of the Heavenly Temple were quite normal, and although their divine secret methods were extremely lethal, they still seemed to be glorious and majestic, holy and righteous after all.
And the believers of the Miro Divine Sect Destruction Divine Palace, they were forced to be in a hurry, so they simply even used the secret methods of various ways of destruction.
The corpses on the battlefield suddenly exploded, several blood and water burst into flames, and the souls turned into vicious curses flying all over the sky, and even the hills where several corpses were piled up suddenly wriggled and turned into huge humanoid monsters that slapped around, and finally exploded with a loud bang into a blood-colored mushroom cloud that wiped out all living beings within a radius of dozens of miles.
In order to kill the enemy, all kinds of strange magic tricks and evil arts of the Milo Divine Sect emerged in an endless stream, they used human flesh as medicine, human blood as fuel, and human soul as a catalyst, all kinds of powerful magic fell like raindrops, killing the blood and flesh of the Heavenly Temple believers, and the splattered flesh and blood became the weapons of the Milo Divine Cult believers.
There are the mighty ones among the believers, the mighty demigods who stand in mid-air, they lift mountain peaks and smash them everywhere, they join forces to lift mountains into the sky, and then smash them on the heads of their enemies.
Someone else simply lifted the big rivers and lakes into the sky, condensed them into icebergs, and smashed them down.
Their battles directly change the environment of the natural world, and every blow they can leave chickens and dogs within a radius of a hundred miles.
Their war unfolded over the Eastern Subcontinent, and wherever the aftermath of their battle passed, the indigenous tribes of the Eastern Subcontinent were razed to the ground.
There were many wraiths in the void weeping and howling, and several souls gathered together in the air, and their numbers were so great that they could be seen with the naked eye.
Several whirlpools swirled in the sky, and these souls hovered in the sky for a while before being swallowed up by the whirlpool.
Even though the gods were fighting hard in the gladiatorial arena, they still did not give up plundering the souls of their believers.
The whirlpools in the air will suddenly explode into a large area, and dozens of hundreds of whirlpools will explode to smithereens.
It was the passage through which some gods had fallen, and their divine power had condensed to absorb the souls of believers, which naturally collapsed at the same time as their fall.
The Eastern Subcontinent was in shambles, and human blood stained the ground red like cheap sewage.
All sorts of bizarre corpses piled up, then flattened, and then piled up again.
Again and again, it was piled up and razed, and many places turned into a scarlet patty.
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Such a terrible and cruel scene is enough to scare a person of his right mind into a madman In the Hell Gladiatorial Arena, Lin Qi knew the battle situation in the outside world well.
Arandu has ransacked the vaults of the gods of the Temple, and he is now infiltrating the lair of the gods of the Miro Cult.
Along the way, Alain relayed everything he saw to Linzi through the soul connection between him and Linzi.
The corpses were piling up like a mountain, the blood was flowing like a river, and the divine war set off by the Heavenly Temple and the church had only begun for half a day, and it had already caused huge losses to the believers on both sides.
For the gods, it was a feast, a feast for the soul and the power of faith.
And Lin Qi just felt that these believers died so cheaply that they died for their beliefs, but they didn't know that in their beliefs, they were not even as good as animals.
They believed that if they died fighting for the gods, they could enter the kingdom of God after death and live forever in the scenery of the border.
But after they died, their souls became the tonic of the gods, allowing the gods to continue to strengthen their strength and repair their wounds in the primeval god war.
"Such a stupid person, if he dies, he will die" Lin Qi raised his head disapprovingly, looking at the hundreds of Heavenly Temple gods and nearly a thousand gods of the Miluo Divine Sect who were trembling in front of him.
Twelve white bone carving knives condensed by the breath of the undead flew around Lin Qi as lightly as small birds, and these trembling gods stood together looking at these knives, their faces changed unpredictably.
How many gods died in the hands of Lin Qi, thirty fifty thousand, one hundred thousand, or one million: