Chapter 1517

If he had not relied on his strength now, he would have operated the knife himself!

Of course, from the perspective of haometeor, even if he operated the knife himself, he was definitely not the opponent. The gap between them was so big that he rolled it directly.

After venting his temper, haochou, the son of the head of Haotian Pavilion, silently walked out of the door and then ran over... He also wanted to see what the situation was like.

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Returning to Jiangcheng again, Fang fan couldn't help showing a trace of excitement on his face.

The buildings here are the same as before, without much change.

From a distance, on the top of the tallest building, there is a powerful bunker on display. On the bunker, laser cannons are deployed neatly.

Once, this war fortress preserved the whole river city and killed countless zombies and demonized beasts for the river city.

Now... This can only be a display.

Because at the moment, the gunfire from the laser gun on this war fortress has almost no lethality to everyone

Any cultivator in the king's realm can catch laser shells with empty hands at will

The architecture remains the same, but the situation here has changed dramatically!

There is no living Terran in the whole river city!

On the streets and alleys, what you feel is full of blood!

Before, the remaining practitioners in Jiangcheng went to the Acropolis sub temple to escape. Most of them were killed and a small number were captured. Then they were branded and sent to the warship, waiting for their fate to become slaves!

"Terran, never be a slave!"

Fang fan's eyes became blood red in an instant, and the fireworks of revenge rose madly in his mind! Such ideas are also gradually rising

Revenge... Became his only will at the moment!

"Who are you? Don't you know this is the territory of Haotian pavilion?"

Beilin, the Dharma protector of Haotian Pavilion, who was wearing a gray robe, stepped over with contempt in his eyes.

He saw Fang fan at the first sight, then realized that he was just a low-level quasi holy land, and immediately put down his vigilance.

The low-level quasi saint is no threat to him!

"Haotian pavilion?"

"Ha ha..."

"This is the territory of my Terran! It is the territory of my human emperor hall!"

"It's useless to tell you this..."

"Because you will soon... Die!"

Fang fan took out the four-star holy sword and put it in the palm of his hand to wipe it gently.

Blood debt is destined to be paid with blood!

"Are you a Terran?"

"Terrans still have a genius like you?"

"Good... Good... So that the bone age can be promoted to the quasi Holy Land... Good!"

"I'll give you a chance to be my war slave. I'll forgive your life!"

Haoqiao, the son of the leader of Haotian Pavilion, stepped forward and nodded proudly when he saw Fang fan.

"You should not know my identity. I'm the parent-child of the Lord of Haotian Pavilion! I'm haometeor. Now I'm the Lord of this plane!"

"It's your great honor to be my war slave!"

Haometeorite said as she looked more and more proud and charming on her face.

Fang fan is silent, because talking to the dead is meaningless.

When his sword is cleaned, you can see blood!

"Young master meteor, they killed Sean and killed tens of thousands of practitioners in Haotian Pavilion. They must die!"

"They are not qualified to become war slaves!"

The Dharma protector of Haotian Pavilion, Beilin, glanced at haometeorite and said directly.