Chapter 571: The Curse Begins
ediately hid in the car to prevent him from being detected by surveillance cameras when passing through the toll station.Pangpang, physically and mentally exhausted, stood at the top of the hill, look...Isis's eyes were fixed on the memorial and the detonator in her hand, twinkling slightly, as if thinking about something.
it is the order of the sun god to attack the summer from here. If they retreat here, the situation of the god of wind, the god of yellow sand and Amon will be completely out of control. So far, the national curse of the Great Summer has not appeared, that is to say, they have not yet completed their task.
from this point of view, they now have to buy time for the national curse and stop these human ceilings.
but if they continue to stay here, the "circle of people" that they finally preserved from the fog will be destroyed, without the source of their wish, the operation of the kingdom of God will come to a complete standstill, and the Sun City will become rootless duckweed, unable to support their existence.
this involves the rise and fall of the Egyptian gods.
if it is true as the commemoration said, then Isis will certainly not hesitate to withdraw from the summer and save the "circle of people", but all this is just an one-sided remembrance. With a strange detonator, she simply cannot judge whether the memorial is true or false.
as a matter of fact, Isis did not believe that the memorial could enter the "circle of people" again and quietly planted so many explosives in it, but this woman was a complete madman. If someone could blow up their temple for the first time, who said it would not be possible to blow it up again
Isis was not reconciled to it, but she really dared not gamble.
after the ceiling of gods and humans stopped, the rolling waves gradually calmed down, and under the gloomy sky, the four gods and five humans gazed warily at each other, ready to do it again.
the other three nine-pillar gods are waiting for Isis's decision.
just then, the white pixel wind Bluetooth headset hanging on the commemorative ear lit up, and someone was sending her some kind of message through the headset.
the eyebrows of the commemoration rose slightly.
"it seems that you still have a fluke on the battlefield in the misty east." In memory of looking into Isis' eyes, he slowly opened his mouth, "unfortunately, just now, your god of yellow sand died at the hands of Da Xia Jiansheng, and Fengshen escaped with serious injuries."
you have already lost. "
hearing this sentence, the faces of the four nine-pillar gods changed at the same time!
not only they, but also several other human ceilings froze in place, with a look of shock in their eyes.
Zhou Ping. Did you take that step
"this is impossible." Gabe said coldly, "Man, how is it possible to cut off gods"
"whether it's true or not will be clear when you get back to Sun City." Commemorate your hands in your pockets and open your mouth calmly.
the faces of the gods were gloomy.
although they do not believe in their hearts that any human being can kill the gods, assuming that what she said is true, it means that. It is very possible that humans in the summer have mastered the way to set foot on the divine realm and kill the gods.
if so, the summer is a great threat to all the divine kingdoms in the world!
Isis stood on the sea in a skirt jacket, looking at the end of the sea, and the looming outline of the land still did not retreat.
she seems to be waiting for something.
now it's the memorial's turn to frown slightly.
she did not expect that things had come to this point, and the four nine-pillar gods refused to retreat.
what on earth are they waiting for
just then, the bruised Ye Fan came from not far away in a tattered dark red cloak, with a smile on the corners of his mouth.
"are you waiting for the so-called curse of national fortune"
Isis's eyes glared.
she turned to look at the smiling Ye Fan, her eyes narrowing slightly.
"Don't be so surprised. It's not surprising that I am such a strange person in the summer, and it's not surprising that there are so many people who can predict good or bad fortune." Ye Fan shrugged,
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"but if you are really thinking about my national luck in the summer.
that's a pity.
I'm afraid you'll be disappointed. "
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Daxia border.
A touch of black gas permeates from nothingness like ink, like a thick dark cloud over the surface of the earth and mountains.
Black is spreading rapidly.
but even if the black gas spreads between the mountains and cities, no one notices its existence at all.
it is only a curse of luck. It is impossible to detect it with the naked eye. Even if the dark air permeates people's bodies, they just feel like a gust of wind blowing through them, and they soon return to normal.
Qi luck together, illusory, mysterious and mysterious.
this smear gas pours out from nothingness and falls among the mountains of the summer territory, rapidly nibbling away at the Xuan Huang Qi under the dragon vein.
in the rich black air, a huge figure gradually condensed out, he stood among the mountains, like a black cold giant, overlooking the undulating mountains at his feet.
he was dressed in black and holding a black scepter, with a cold smile on the corners of his mouth.
the curse of national luck has been launched.
under his illusory body, endless black air surges out, along the torrent of gas transport hidden under the dragon vein, quickly transported to every inch of land in the summer.
these black gases are the curses he prepared. after these curses infect the national fortune, they will completely erode it. If the original national fortune of the Great Summer is a towering tree that thrives, then these curses are poisons eating tree trunks rapidly.
as long as the big tree of national luck is gnawed down and the luck is withered, the future of the great summer will be halved.
"what a mighty luck."
the giant Amon stood among the mountains, closing his eyes and feeling the intricate dragon veins at his feet. In each dragon vein, the Pentium luck is like the mighty Yellow River, unstoppable and vigorous.
these are the accumulation of gas transportation in the summer for thousands of years.
Amon's face grew slightly dignified.
even if he is a god who focuses on the way of curse, it is still a huge project to corrupt such a large amount of national fortune by curse, which is impossible in a short period of time.
but it doesn't matter. One day can't finish corrosion, only two days, not two days, one month, one month, one year.
anyway, he is so lucky now that even if those ceilings come, they won't hurt him at all. He is like a moth with no natural predators, quietly dormant on the dragon vein of the summer.
these humans, there is nothing they can do about him.
the big deal, when the gods of Daxia revive, he will leave here again. He must be able to destroy seven, seven, eight, even if he does not erode the whole national luck of Daxia.
once something like Guoyun is worn out, it is impossible to make up for it. Without it, it is gone. Even if it is a god, it is impossible to inject luck into the summer out of thin air.
Amon closed his eyes and carefully groped for the national luck of the summer, which stood like a giant tree in the sky. Just then, he seemed to notice something and suddenly frowned.
between the sturdiest long rivers of gas, the six channels are as bright as the sun, gradually emerging.
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digression.
Sanjiu may need to take three days off for some personal reasons, but considering everyone's reading experience, I decided to divide the last three chapters into three days, one chapter a day, and wait until Monday to resume normal updates.
now Sanjiu is so confused that I really can't write anything. I need this short holiday to catch my breath and prepare for the next plot.
the chapter owed will be returned as soon as possible during the Spring Festival. I'm very sorry.they can rule the whole summer by copying an oracle to make an army."then they are really stupid and pitiful. ".Lin looked at the time of the night and looked up at the end of the dark road."is someon...