Chapter four hundred and twentieth a blow
The Lost Shoal is a forbidden area of life and a hunting area that human sword masters dislike the most.
It was not an island suitable for setting up camps, but a cluster of "small islands".
Those "blocks" that were only enough to put down one or two houses were said to be a bit lifted by the island, and it was more like a garbage mountain made of piles of garbage.
One such island after another forms an arc island chain, with more than two thousand islands within the range visible to the naked eye, and thousands of residents there.
Yes, residents, those lost evil spirits.
There are several evil ghosts on each small island, with only one or two small islands and more than a dozen.
The evil ghosts have different sizes and dresses. Some are naked and covered with animal skins, some are wearing ancient military uniforms, but most are just wearing some cloth strips.
This is obviously not reasonable.
Even the ghost tribe is still a creature and still needs living space and food.
There is nothing here except stones and garbage. These lost evil ghosts cannot get out of their island, die inexplicably, and are inexplicably resurrected.
They are the masters of this place, but they seem to be prisoners here, the lost ones who will never rest in peace
"What's the name of the evil ghost legion in Ice Town?"
If you are an ordinary human sword master, you will only sigh at the ancient names of humans on the land name brand, and then you will find that although these evil ghosts are not strong, they are extremely difficult to deal with.
They do not mean life and death, and attack from groups, attacking any unit that is not in front of them, even ghost tribes in other regions.
The most helpless thing is that after they were killed, there was no psychic material in the corpse, as if all the psychic energy disappeared at the moment of their death, as if they had actually died long ago.
And I'm afraid only people in the dream know what this means.
This is an ice town in the old era. It was once a must-pass for human escape and also a level to intercept pursuers.
When the victims broke through the obstacles, the pursuers came to the defenders as scheduled to measure the gains and losses calmly. Before the arms completely failed, they sniped the pursuers. Although it was equivalent to giving up their own possibility of escape, countless victims escaped.
But the final winner of that war was not humans and their city walls here, but turned into "landmarks" that the two worlds devoured each other.
It is not that humans have tried to destroy this shallow island, but no matter how many times they have been destroyed, they will still be completely restored on the afternoon of the 19th day.
As for the evil ghosts on it? Haha, they probably have forgotten who they are, why they still have to stay here.
In fact, except for a very small number of "landmarks", most ancient people are completely crazy, without the slightest bit of rationality and completely unable to communicate.
Someone has explained their souls. Over the years, they have long destroyed everything that can be called reason. They are just an inertia, a phenomenon, and a phantom of the past.
The victorious souvenir is the pillar of shame for the loser. When the cruel scene is really displayed in front of young people, many people still cannot bear it.
The only one who chose to clear the "Evil Ghost Legion of Ice Town" was not the only member of the Peace War Chapter, because these thousands of islands and evil ghosts were not tasks that a group could complete.
Several of the battle groups also came because of the guidance of "fate".
In that dream, they were a group that chose to escape by land. Many of them were once members of the Ice Custody Army and also ushered in their final destiny together.
Some battle groups and defense lines survive and die together. If the dream comes true, they may be part of the evil ghosts.
Some battle groups chose to lead the victims to flee to them, and perhaps they owe more comrades.
When the seven battle groups came here, they completed the task and chose to send their "comrades" for the last journey according to news from certain channels. This will be the last clearance, and the forced resurrection will be invalid.
Among the crowd, Zheng Li even saw Wang Siqi, and their battle group was also a member of the land escape route.
Since everyone has set their sights on the same goal, the regiment leaders negotiate with each other to build temporary leadership, form temporary corps and legion networks, set up big strategies, and then start to divide the work and cooperate.
But when the big carts had just stepped onto the land and had not had time to clear out the evil ghosts around them, the man stood up.
He stood on the roof of the cart, pointing at the archipelago in everyone's puzzled eyes.
"I'll send it first, you can do whatever you want."
And at the moment when he issued the declaration, the wind and the sea were still, countless waves focused together, and some forces that destroyed everything were nurturing-
A light blue crystal bottle that is tall for one person, a classic streamline shape with a narrow bottom and wide top. There is a flash of streaming light around it, and there is vague spiritual energy flowing in it.
The light shines on it, reflecting the color of glass, and looks like a mythical ceremonial bottle.
Quite, classical, and historical cultural relics are all fake.
Only the sword master held her handle and the streamer flashed, her true appearance would be revealed.
"It's really a mouth-watering spirit blade."
What was revealed to Zheng Li's hands was a giant cannon that was even larger than Zheng Li.
Yes, there is nothing wrong with the artillery.
It was a light blue machine heavy cannon with a sense of technology. The narrower open bottle bottom is actually the muzzle, and the mouth of the bottle is indeed the back of the barrel. The handle of the bottle turns into a butt stock. The heavy cannon with a flash of blue light on the core is gathering fire.
Or, to be precise, it is hydraulic power.
Zheng Li, Xiao Meng, Xiao Ling, Aqiong, Lin Yuying, and the spiritual energy of fireflies was all extracted, and a large amount of spiritual energy was poured into the vessel, but still felt the gap and deficiencies.
The massive passage of spiritual energy made Zheng Li feel weak and sweaty all over his body. He could no longer afford it by just using this temporary contracted super spiritual blade.
"I'll send it first, you can do whatever you want."
One shot, of course, only one shot, and even the waterway representing charging did not reach the bottom level. Zheng Li was powerless.
In the spiritual network, other spiritual races complain more and more, and they can't stand it anymore.
Finally, in the inexplicable calm surroundings, he could only try hard to raise his right arm and point to the target, the core area of the Lost Shoal.
And when the fingers were unfolded, the illusory blue cannon turned into substance, and outsiders saw the heavy artillery from the future.
“Buzz.”
There was a light sound, and then nothing was left.
The drop of water was stimulated from the cannon barrel and rushed towards the target, the shallow full of ghosts.
It seemed weak and weak, and before it reached its goal, it fell directly into the sea.
Someone had already laughed out loud, but the next moment, the whole world was singing happily.
With the place where the water fell as the core, the water boiled and the sea became manic.
The sea began to shake wildly, and the waves finally started their own dancing time, but the giant creature surfaced.
The water droplet once again put it on the water surface, but it was countless times larger, countless times wider, and countless times higher.
In addition, the sea level is also rising, and then again, and finally, when the sea and the sky turn into one color and become one, all the waves gather into a tsunami!
As an individual? When a tsunami of more than ten meters high hits, all resisters and resistance behaviors will become ridiculous and meaningless.
"Boom!"
Chapter completed!