Points accumulated over a hundred years.

Chen Xia made up his mind and added everything to his luck.

The picture shows a good luck.

【Road value: 141】

【Get the title: The Son of God.】

[Son of God's Chosen: You are the son of God. Your luck has reached the level of fantasy and will not appear normally, but the bigger the matter, the better your luck will be.]

This is very suitable for gambling life.

Chen Xia nodded, feeling that there was another trump card, so he felt much more at ease.

His cultivation has reached the peak of the Nascent Soul. With the support of "Giant Turtle Breathing Technique" and the spiritual energy of the Xiaodongtian, his cultivation speed can be said to be terrifying, and he will soon reach the Mahayana cultivation in the immortal world.

The fisherman has no clear statement about the division of realms. He only talks about the above and below the saints, and above the saints, step into the imperial road and then transcend.

All the saints are ants, and there is nothing to say.

Among the great heavens, there are two great emperors in the sea of ​​swords alone, one is at the highest point of the sky, and the other is at the deepest point of the sea of ​​swords.

Chen Xia lived in the disciple's house on the sword blade and was ready to raise his disciples.

There are a total of 100 preparatory disciples in the house, all kinds of appearances, which is simply a collection of abnormal creatures.

Chen Xia is the most simple and unpretentious, with no horns on his head and no tail behind him.

This also led to Chen Xia being most despised.

In addition, he is lazy and the word "open" is prominent.

Therefore, these strange preparatory disciples are unwilling to deal with Chen Xia. Even though they heard that Chen Xia is the seedling of the emperor, they did not have too much contact.

There have always been many emperors, but the few are the emperors.

Chen Xia was also happy to be idle. She sat in front of the door every day and practiced, waiting to sink to the world.

He didn't wait long, and the fisherman came with a Taoist cushion and asked Chen Xia to sit on it and his spiritual sense sink.

"What's the principle?" Chen Xia asked curiously.

"Do you want to listen to scientific explanations or are it unscientific?" asked the fishing man.

He adopted the discourse of the science and technology system.

Chen Xia thought for a while and replied: "Scientific."

The fishing man replied: "According to the papers of the Great Sage of Mecha on the technology side, human divine thoughts can be divided into countless pieces, and each piece can be entered into a single world."

"The method of shuttle involves the time system. The nuclear power immortal explained that time is relative..."

"Okay, I understand."

Before the fishing man finished speaking, Chen Xia took the lead.

The fisherman glanced at him and asked again: "Do you want to listen to an unscientific explanation?"

Chen Xia shook her head, "No."

Because this setting is unscientific from the beginning of its appearance.

Especially the moment when the Mecha Great Saint and the Nuclear Powered Immortal appeared, this unscientificity was even higher.

The fisherman nodded, "Then you are ready to sink your spiritual sense. If you divide one percent of the spiritual sense, you will naturally find a small interface where the time flow rate increases by one hundred."

"Okay." Chen Xia nodded, his mind condensed, and began to control the division of spiritual consciousness and sink.

He divided the percentage down with extreme precision.

And it is this one that begins to travel through the heavens and all realms.

If every heaven and all worlds are regarded as a light spot, then what Chen Xia is looking for is the small light spot.

His spiritual sense quickly flew, browsing the information of the heavens and all worlds, and quickly searching for it.

After a while, he finally saw a small ball of light flashing alone in the corner.

Chen Xia's divine thoughts jumped and he ran into the tiny ball of light.

Many memories emerged from his divine thoughts.

301 AD.

The landing of the meteorite brings "superpower".

Humans who have acquired abilities have become extremely powerful, with infinite power, and they spit out fire and produce ice.

In contrast to powerful forces, the temperament will become violent and begin to violate the rules and laws.

In 310 AD, the superpowers rioted and the world collapsed.

The 10th year of the new century.

The new government created the "Nighthawk" organization, which specializes in hunting wanted psychics.

Chen Xia is a junior "Nighthawk", sixteen years old, and has just passed the assessment. She is on the street at this time, and there are crowds of people running away in panic.

"Run quickly, the psychic is here!"

"Hurry, don't block it, run!"

“…”

All kinds of panic screams sounded, the crowd fled in panic, and there was no order. No one cared about the stampede accident, because there was a more terrifying existence behind them.

Supernatural!

The violent flames lit up from time to time, the building glass exploded, the cars shattered, and the lives of the people were harvested very quickly.

Chen Xia frowned, and a thought kept ringing in his body, asking him to protect the people.

He thought for a moment and guessed that this idea should be the will of heaven and earth.

As an outsider, he came to this small world and was assigned an identity by the Heavenly Dao. He had to do something to agree with this identity at the moment, otherwise he might be rejected by the will of heaven and earth.

Chen Xia's identity is the "Nighthawk" of the new government, so he naturally needs to protect the people.

No other "Nighthawks" exist around.

Chen Xia must take action.

All data on his body are one percent of the body, the strength is 3, and the realm is the fifth level of Qi training.

It should be enough?

Chen Xia walked forward, moving backwards with the panicked crowd, heading towards the location where the fire broke out.

The more you go in, the more corpses burned by the flames, and you fall to the ground in a row, losing your life.

The crazy flame figure waved the flames in his hand, bursting loudly, chasing the escaped crowd.

Until he met Chen Xia.

"Hello."

Chen Xia said politely, pulled out a steel pipe from the ruins beside him and pointed at the fireman.

The Huoman looked cruel and smiled grinned at the corner of his mouth, saying, "Welcome to...BBQ Party!"

Chen Xia frowned.

This person is somewhat perverted.

The bursting flame suddenly came from him, and a violent burning sensation tearing the skin.

Chen Xia hooked his body, his arms drooped slightly, and he suddenly swung.

The steel pipe whizzed out, hitting the fire man's head with a bang, and blood was bursting out.

Step!

Chen Xia's figure had already reached the fire man's body, grabbed the falling steel pipe, held it with both hands, and smashed it with force again.

The fire man's head was weirdly distorted, but his body had not changed. He still stood straight in place, looking at Chen Xia with a crazy look, and smiled again.

So another steel pipe.

Bang!

The fire man's head turned a strange 180℃, still laughing, and erupted violent flames, melting the steel pipe.

"I want to roast you so fragrantly, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside."

The fire man smiled again.

"No."

A huge fist appeared in front of the fire man, and then it was a greater destructive force than a steel pipe. The hammer made his head sunken, his body could not support it, and he smashed into the ground.

Chen Xia chased after him, and his continuous and extremely fast fists fell on the head of the fire man, regardless of the burning flames on it, muttering in his mouth.

"I think you really haven't seen what Wing Chun is!"

The fire man's head was hit and kept hitting the ground, sinking deeper and deeper.

His grin gradually turned into a scream, his body struggled, but he was less and less able to resist, and the flames were sluggish until they were extinguished and there was no breath.

Chen Xia stood up, lifted her fists that were burnt to the point of being burned, put her hands on her hips, looked at the burning and fragrant body of the burning man, and commented.

“Now joins the KFC chicken deluxe lunch.”

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Chapter completed!