On the gradually melting snow, a blue figure was running at full speed.
It was Marquis Zeon, who was wearing battle armor and holding the magic sword in his arms.
Feeling the tremors under his feet and the increasing pressure from the depths of the earth, Zeon's forehead was already full of cold sweat.
But for some reason, the magic sword in his arms gave him a warm feeling. Even though he was nervous and scared, he was still extremely calm. Every step he took, every movement he made was flawless.
Then he felt his body being pushed by a powerful force. Every step he took, he crossed a distance of tens of meters. His whole body was running at a speed that far exceeded his peak speed.
When he rushed onto the ship, everyone looked at Marquis Zeon in surprise.
"What's going on?"
"Why is there a sudden earthquake?"
"Did you find anything? Where are the others? "
Facing the questions of the crowd, Marquis Zeon didn't have time to answer them. Instead, he directly called the captain and said, "Hurry up, raise the anchor, set sail, hurry!"
The captain looked at Marquis Zeon in confusion and said, "Eh? Why? The others haven't arrived yet! "
Feeling the endless pressure under his feet, the fear in Zeon's heart became more and more serious. "They're all dead. There's a monster in the tomb. Hurry up and set sail!"
Suddenly, he looked to his right and saw a black slave reaching his hand into his arms. He looked down and found that a sharp edge of the magic sword had appeared at some point.
Like a hen protecting its eggs, Marquis Jean roared angrily and punched the head of the black man. The strength of several tons directly smashed the head of the slave into a pool of mud. He hurriedly wrapped the magic sword again, as if he was very afraid that others would have any ideas about the magic sword.
Zeon looked around and saw that the captain and the crew were hesitant, doubtful, and a little hesitant. A trace of impatience flashed in his eyes. He pushed away the crew around him and walked towards the seaplane.
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Deep underground, everyone stared blankly at the horrifying scene in front of them.
Zuo Zhicheng, who was sitting in the coffin, flew into the air. Countless black flames condensed in the void and then drilled into his body like snakes. His body was like an inflated balloon. As the black flames filled his body, it became fuller and stronger.
As if he couldn't stand the pressure, a big man roared and pulled the trigger. However, when the bullet hit Zuo Zhicheng's body, no, it hit Zuo Zhicheng's True Yuan, it was like hitting an alloy steel plate. There was no reaction at all.
On the other hand, Zuo Zhicheng's eyes flickered. The burly man's body had already been pulled apart by the power of the five True Essences. Then, his four limbs and head were torn apart, and he turned into a corpse on the ground.
Twenty-one years of cultivation in the dream. Twenty-one years of continuous fighting with his physical body 24 hours a day to temper his willpower. His cultivation efficiency was much higher than most of the Void Refinement Realm experts in history. This was because those experts could use danger and nature to temper their willpower, but they couldn't fight against themselves to temper their willpower.
Today, Zuo Zhicheng's True Yuan had reached an unimaginable level.
Therefore, even if it was just a simple reaction, it was enough to tear someone apart.
Therefore, even if it was just the power in the dream, it was enough to change the weather of the entire sea.
The massacre this time was like a prelude. In just a few minutes, one after another, the combatants couldn't withstand Zuo Zhicheng's terrifying aura and instinctively opened fire. Some of them fainted on the ground, some of them were so scared that they didn't move. Some of them even took out their guns and committed suicide.
This was like a rabbit encountering a tiger, or a chicken encountering an eagle. Even if there was no targeted mental attack, just by standing near Zuo Zhicheng, the power of the Qi of Zhen Yuan would still accidentally affect them.
They were affected by fear, shock, and dizziness. Once their willpower couldn't resist such attacks, they would have all kinds of adverse reactions.
Most of the objects in the world constantly radiated energy to their surroundings. When a creature was as powerful as Zuo Zhicheng, even the radiation released by their body was enough to cause such an effect.
After a few minutes, the black flames in the void around Zuo Zhicheng slowly disappeared, leaving only a faint layer of black flames covering Zuo Zhicheng's body. He was like an ancient demon god, quietly floating in the air.
His gaze swept across the entire coffin. They had either become idiots, fainted, or died. The only one who could barely maintain his sanity was the mage Nick. Even so, he was already half-squatting on the ground. His face was full of cold sweat, and his body was twitching from time to time.
Seeing this, Zuo Zhicheng tilted his head. After thinking for a while, he seemed to understand something. The black flames on his body retracted slightly, and his True Yuan was completely withdrawn. The terrifying pressure had completely disappeared.
"Who are you? Why are you here? "Zuo Zhicheng spoke in Da Qi State's language.
"Divine Will Empire, Level Three Special Agent of the Ministry of Magic, Nick." Fortunately, Nick had participated in the First World War and had learned some simple Da Qi State's language. That was why he could communicate with Zuo Zhicheng.
He looked as if he had experienced an unprecedented battle of life and death. He looked at Zuo Zhicheng dispiritedly and said, "Sir, you have already entered the realm of the gods (Void Stage). We have no intention of disturbing your sleep. In order to save my life, I am willing to pay any price for our offense."
"Divine Will Empire?" As if he had realized something, Zuo Zhicheng suddenly asked, "What time is it now? What year is it? "
In the next few minutes, Nick roughly explained the current situation and some simple world forms.
Whether it was the detection of True Yuan, the reaction of Nick's body, or Zuo Zhicheng's own experience, everything told him that Nick was not lying.
Zuo Zhicheng's eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of confusion. "It has already been 21 years?"
"The New World has also been occupied …"
"Uh … Sir," Nick asked cautiously, "I haven't asked for your name."
"Name …" Zuo Zhicheng lowered his head and a trace of loneliness flashed in his eyes. "My name … is Zuo Qingcang."
"Wait here, I will go and get something first." In the next moment, Zuo Qingcang pointed at the mountain wall in front of him. The black flame turned into a whirlwind and stirred up like a drill.
After a while, in the midst of an earth-shattering noise, Zuo Qingcang had already reached the surface. Then, he looked towards the south. A seaplane was hundreds of meters in the air and was flying unsteadily towards the west. It was still rising and gradually became a small black dot.
Roar! A loud roar that shook hundreds of miles rang out from behind Zuo Zhicheng. The Dragon of Disaster, which was hundreds of meters long, came out of the void and carried Zuo Qingcang into the sky.
With a boom, accompanied by the sound of the air being torn, the Dragon of Disaster flew hundreds of meters in the air. Looking at the suddenly enlarged moon in the sky, Zuo Qingcang was slightly stunned. The loneliness in his eyes became even more serious.
Time had passed unknowingly. He did not expect that when he woke up again, things had changed.
"Ten ~ ~ years ~ ~ life ~ ~ death ~ ~ two ~ ~ guang ~ ~ guang ~ ~ guang ~ ~"
Under the moon and on the dragon, an incomparably lonely voice rang out from Zuo Qingcang's mouth. However, in the next moment, the loneliness on his face was swept away and turned into an incomparably cold expression. His palm faced the sky and aimed at the bottom of the seaplane. His True Yuan turned transparent and turned into an invisible force field that spread out in an instant.
In the midst of an earth-shattering noise, the surface of the sea suddenly rose and turned into a giant palm that was hundreds of meters long. It was purely made of seawater and grabbed at the seaplane in the sky.
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