Entrance to the Palace of the Gods.
The dark mountain wall suddenly rippled like water, and two figures rushed out. Dorgon picked up the confused Baker Richardson and stood in the air, his brown eyes calmly scanning the surroundings.
He saw a surveillance drone floating near Niushan. I saw many blood descendants of Baoze stationed in the distance beyond the reach of human sight.
I saw military personnel with live ammunition blocking the road leading to Niushan, and saw scouts lurking in the lush jungle.
In Niushan, no disturbance or intelligent creature could escape his perception.
Niushan is still under Baoze's control. This proves that the blood descendants of the Super Power Association did not occupy this place. Is it because there is not enough time
Maybe yes, this battle would have been longer. The long physical strength of the ultimate master meant that unless it was a one-sided fight, it would never be a quick victory.
However, the appearance of the demon Wangchen ended the battle early...
"Demon way!" Dorgon slowly exhaled a breath of turbidity.
The physical body was annihilated, and the remaining soul returned to heaven and earth at the Dao Discussion Conference. Unexpectedly, there was still a soul remaining in the world.
The centipede is dead but not stiff.
Po Jun's idea was right. If the demons hadn't been killed eighty years ago, eighty years later, they would have nothing to do with them today.
"But you still underestimated him." Dorgon glanced at the arm that turned into dark blue, where Po Jun's remains resided.
Without the residue of self-consciousness, it is like a newborn baby, acting completely on instinct. Dorgon easily said that it was suppressed in his left arm.
Things are not too bad... Although the Super Power Association did not occupy Niushan, Baoze does not seem to have mobilized too many troops here, which means that the battle between Bao Ze and the Power User Association is not over yet.
The Superpower Association has restrained Bao Ze.
Although the Qingshi "fell", his legacy was not wiped out, which was also a blessing among misfortunes.
When Dorgon recalled the scene just now, he was still a little frightened and frightened.
If that sword was targeted at him, Pojun's fate would be his Dorgon's fate.
In fact, if Li Xianyu and others had not also suffered a mental shock, Yaodao's sword could have completely ended this battle that lasted for endless years.
Dorgon's ears twitched and he heard the movement coming from the entrance of the Pantheon Palace behind him. He immediately stopped hesitating and flew away with Baker Richardson in his arms.
Instead of escaping directly, he wandered around Niushan Scenic Area for a while and locked onto a small river.
Bingzhaizi and Grandma rushed out of the Pantheon Palace one after another. After looking around for a moment, they saw Dorgon and Baker Richardson hanging above the river.
The former, like them, had broken free from a state of mental confusion, while the latter was still in a state of confusion, like a drunkard who had drunk too much.
Bing Zhazi screamed, flapped his wings and flew across the sky as fast as a red line of fire.
"Humph, just wait!" Dorgon grinned, dropped a scene, and plunged into the clear river water.
Bing Zhazi followed closely behind and crashed into the river.
Sizzle... .
The river water made an explosion, and the whole river was like boiling water, rolling and steaming.
The cold, clear river water quickly evaporated, and a few seconds later, a cracked river bed was revealed.
Grandma did not chase after him in a hurry, but looked back upstream, where the water was rapidly covering the cracked river bed, but when it was a hundred meters away from the ice slag, it smoked and evaporated quickly.
"Gone?" Grandma was floating in the air, frowning.
Bingzhaozi's body was surrounded by fire and molten lava flowed. His face could not be seen clearly, but his voice was extremely cold: "Escaped along the underground river."
Niushan is full of water, and the underground river has complex branches, like a spider web, which is the best escape route.
And for blood descendants other than those with water powers, the underground river makes no sense at all, because "you can't get in" unless you overturn the entire mountain.
No, ordinary water power users can't do it either.
Looking at the world of blood descendants, only Dorgon, a big-name big man, can do it.
His water power is unparalleled in history and is inherited from the master.
Water and land are the best isolation barriers to cover up the fluctuations of Qi.
"I'm so angry. I let them escape again. I've been fighting for so long in vain." Grandma said angrily.
"Why is the fight in vain?" Bingzhazi said calmly: "We have completely regained our disadvantage. Setting up the situation in the Ten Thousand Gods Palace was out of helplessness and in order not to sit still and wait for death. But even so, our chances of winning are still not good. If it weren't for the demon The sword of Tao's will comes from thousands of miles away, and it is very likely that we will be defeated."
"But it's different now. Po Jun's soul has been annihilated, leaving only Dorgon and Baker Richardson."
Grandma thought about it and thought it made sense: "That's right."
Bingzhazi raised the corner of his mouth, and the sarcastic words rushed to his throat, and he swallowed them back.
... ...
Somewhere underground far away from Niushan, Dorgon violently blasted open a cave that could accommodate about ten people. He pressed his hands on the wet wall and drained the moisture from the soil. The walls quickly dried and became solid.
After he finished all this, he finally heard Baker Richardson moan lowly, covered his head, and regained consciousness.
Realizing that he was in an unfamiliar environment, President Baker's whole body tensed up. He subconsciously stretched out his hands to fumble around, and at the same time, he was pumping up his energy...
"Don't be nervous, you are safe." Dorgon interrupted, lest he ruin the hiding place he had finally created.
Baker Richardson heard his voice, calmed down a little, fumbled around with his hands for a while, and said in a deep voice: "Where is my Kusanagi sword."
Dorgon smiled and said: "You can rest assured that you are here with me, and the Wushuang Fighting Spirits have not been snatched away by them."
What is the difference between being in the hands of Wushuang Fighting Spirit and being in your hands
Baker Richardson paused slightly, looking calm, and asked: "Is Po Jun dead?"
When he asked this question, the terrifying sword appeared in his mind again. He hadn't felt this kind of trembling in many years. Baker Richardson remembered that he was forcibly sent to the battlefield by an agent of a certain big country because he had awakened his superpower. , he was still very weak at that time, struggling to survive in the rain of bullets, and facing the powerful shells, it was this kind of trembling, trembling from the soul.
That is because he knows that he is as insignificant as an ant in front of such a powerful weapon.
Although the Pojun Master was very powerful, with only one clone left, Baker Richardson didn't think it could survive the sword from Demon Dao Wangchen.
Dorgon sat down cross-legged, put the Kusanagi sword across his knees, and muttered a little: "It can be said that the sword of Yaodao directly destroyed Pojun's soul. From a human point of view, it is dead."
Although he had guessed it, Baker Richardson still felt heavy in his heart. This was not good news. He really hoped that Dorgon or Qingshi would die heroically so that he could reduce his opponents.
After all, we are all plastic allies. After defeating the enemy, we will start a civil war.
However, the enemy is not finished yet, and a powerful ally is dead.
How can we fight this, Wushuang Fighting Spirit, Phoenix, Qin Ze, and three young half-step Ji Dao.
It has obviously exceeded the limit that he and Dorgon can compete with.
The most important thing is that Demon Dao Wangchen is not dead yet and actually chose the Baoze camp.
"Didn't Po Jun say that he had tricked the evil spirit to death? What happened now?" Baker Richardson gritted his teeth. "With just one evil spirit, we can surrender."
"The appearance of the Demon Dao really caught me off guard. Over the past four hundred years, he is not the most talented blood descendant I have ever seen, but indeed the toughest." Dorgon sighed, with a bit of emotion in his tone: "He To be able to persevere in the face of adversity, reach the pinnacle of the Ultimate Way, and create the three talents of swordsmanship, talent is one, and tough character is the other."
From ancient times to the present, genius is like a leek, cropping after cropping.
However, the level of achievement and talent are actually not that important. Opportunity, environment, personality... there are too many factors.
The achievement of the Demonic Way is indispensable to the right time, place, and people. It is not an exaggeration to say that it came into being at the right time.
"Don't worry, what we saw in the Palace of the Gods is the Yuan Shen of the Demon Dao. It is part of the Yuan Shen. His existence is not in line with the 'Dao of Heaven'. It is just a matter of survival. Once he appears, he only has one chance to strike. .”
Baker Richardson's eyes lit up: "He is already dead?"
Dorgon nodded.
Baker Richardson let out a sigh of relief, but a few seconds later, he punched the ground again, frustrated and annoyed: "Damn it, all the advantages are gone, and they got the game back."
"Now it's up to the two of us to fight Baoze. Even with the support of the Superpower Association, the outcome cannot be changed even if we don't have top-notch combat power."
"Moreover, if the fruit is not snatched, most of the blood descendants dispatched by the Super Power Association this time will stay in China."
"Whether I can keep my position as president is still open to question."
"Damn, damn, damn..."
Baker Richardson punched the ground. He was still cautious and controlled the force without using any energy.
Dorgon made a "vomit" sound, his Adam's apple rolled, and spit out a wallet from his mouth. Then, under Baker Richardson's astonished eyes, he took out the cigar, skillfully cut it, burned it, and lit it...
"Too young." Dorgon exhaled a puff of smoke: "When you encounter some setbacks, you can't control your emotions. Do you feel like the sky is falling? Do you regret it? Don't know what to do?"
"It is definitely impossible to surrender. Baoze will not let you go. You will have to face the censure of the Superpower Association when you return home. If you don't handle it well, you may even be pushed out but the scapegoat will take the blame."
"The future is bleak. If I had known better, I shouldn't have been impulsive and restrained my greed, then there wouldn't be as many problems as there are now."
"I'm still scolding Po Jun and I, two old monsters, two losers, with only so much ability."
Baker Richardson's face gradually turned ugly, and he stared at Dorgon: "Is it fun to mock me?"
"After all, we are just human beings who have lived for forty or fifty years. Excluding the growth period, it is only twenty or thirty years. We have experienced limited storms and waves. In the final analysis, we are still too young."
"I won't talk about Pojun. I myself have been a soldier all my life. From the founding of the Qing Dynasty to the present, I have never seen any great storms or waves."
"Nothing in this world is a big deal, life or death doesn't matter. If you're just frustrated like this after a few setbacks, what big things can you accomplish?"
This is probably the state of mind of the Immortal, who has truly managed to survive the collapse of Mount Tai without changing his expression.
Po Jun fell, the situation was reversed, and the situation was turned upside down.
Annoyed
angry.
Angry
angry.
But emotions could not shake Dorgon's mind long ago. Even when he was plotted by Qin Ze in southern Xinjiang, lost part of his body, and fell into decline, Dorgon was not filled with anger and his judgment was swayed by emotions.
Run away immediately.
Then he quickly calmed down and continued to plan the next war.
This is the mentality of the immortal.
In comparison, the mentality of human Yakuza masters is still too fragile.
Dorgon blew out smoke rings: "Even if the defeat is determined, the worst I can do is give up the fruit. With the inheritance, I can still live freely in the world. Even if I am desperate, the worst I can do is to die."
"I have lived for so many years and seen so many lives and deaths. Death is no longer worth fearing."
Of course it doesn't matter to you. You have lived for more than four hundred years. Compared with you, my life of only forty or fifty years is no different from that of an infant.
You have lived enough, I have not lived enough.
"What do you want to say?" Baker Richardson said solemnly.
"The situation is far from as bad as you think." Dorgon said: "We still have a great chance of winning."
Unable to see, he was in darkness, but Baker Richardson was keenly aware of the high fighting spirit and excitement in Dorgon's mood.
He didn't share the excitement, but he somewhat understood it.
This is the excitement of a guy who has lived for too long and finally found a challenge that makes his blood boil.
President Baker thought of this guy's historical deeds. He was an outstanding military strategist and politician, but he was not a person who yearned for peace and happiness at his core.
I am afraid that in addition to the fruits, the games and battles with the Bao Ze camp are also exciting things for him.
Baker Richardson does not agree with this excitement, because he is a gambler and a capitalist. Capitalists only pursue profits and fruits.
How much is it worth, like "Frenzy of War"
"What do you mean, is there any chance of turning around?" Baker Richardson asked.
PS: I'm actually quite annoyed. This leads to a fragmentation of the plot and affects your reading experience, but I can't do anything about it.
As I said before when I opened the chapter, I took a few days off during the National Day. On the one hand, I wanted to give myself a holiday. On the other hand, I wrote a fight in the last chapter. I killed someone at the end and was blocked. It made me not interested in the National Day holiday. Reviewing is confusing. I want to wait until the National Day is over before resuming the update. After all, no one wants the book they have worked so hard to type for a long time to disappear for some inexplicable reason.
(End of chapter)