Chapter 1942 - 932
t drove a somersault cloud and muttered to himself, "Why is my mental perception still unchanged" What does "" mean [mortal realm] is still failing ""I don't know, but after I spread my mental energy,...< br > these squares are extremely large, with an average length of 500 meters. At the edge of a square area, the two night watchmen are standing opposite each other, their hands on the ground, and the rock-hard ground quickly melts into rolling liquid, like a square muddy swimming pool. < br > A helicopter hung a piece of silver metal and slowly sank it into the mud until it was completely submerged, and then the two night watchmen struck again to solidify the melted ground into a solid, no different in appearance. < br > before passing through these square areas to the city wall, a figure in a crimson cloak at the top of a huge tower stacked with countless pieces of silver metal is engraved on the surface of the metal block alone. < br > A straight knife makes a pen and metal is paper. He is like an artist immersed in his own world. With amazing speed and accuracy, he carves complex and magnificent lines on the surface of the metal block, which makes the scalp numb at a glance. < br > as he dropped his last stroke and waved his hand to the helicopter in the sky, the helicopter's height suddenly rose and the carved piece of metal was transported by rope to the Prajna pass next door. < br > "you should have a rest." Until then, Guan Zai, who had been watching from the sidelines, could not help but open his mouth. < br > "if you go on like this, your power will dry up." < br > "No." Lin Seven Nights calmly picked up the knife and continued to outline it on the next piece of metal. "the belief of the people in Daxia is getting stronger and stronger, and my divine power is almost endless." Even if you don't have to engrave the forbidden spell array, it's still a waste. " < br > "even if the power is endless, your spirit will be tired." There are still 70 hours to go before the general attack, and we still have plenty of time. There is no need to fight like this. " < br > "the sooner it is completed, the sooner the border will be stable." Lin Qiyi looked up, looked at Guan, who stood by, and said slowly, < br > "Don't worry, I can still stand it." It concerns the lives of more than a billion people in Daxia. If these three passes are not completed, I am not in the mood to rest. " < br > Guan wanted to persuade something else. Seeing that Lin began to bury his head and engrave the forbidden mantra again, he shook his head helplessly and walked towards the direction of the headquarters. < br > Lin Qi Night did not notice the departure of Guan Zai. At this moment, his mind had completely gathered on the complicated lines under his body. His straight knife cut across the surface of the metal block, the dim light of divine power poured into it, and a top forbidden spell gradually took shape. < br > suddenly, Lin Qiyue's figure flashed slightly, and the magical power flowing on the metal block dissipated into thin air. < br > his brow frowned, the straight knife barely supported his body, bean-sized beads of sweat overflowed from his forehead, and the picture in front of him was in a trance for a moment, and then slowly returned to normal. < br > he took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his cheeks, intently continued to finish the forbidden spell, waved to the sky, and the piece of metal quickly rose and disappeared in the sky. < br > "how many pieces are left" He turned to the counting night watchman. < br > the night watchman flipped through the table several times and hesitated to speak. < br > "and... Nine hundred and thirty-two yuan. " < br > Lin didn't speak for seven nights. After a moment of silence, he raised his straight knife again and carved it into the metal under his body. < br >. < br > Cangnan City, sanctuary. < br > Zhao Zhengbin sits in the hall, scratching his mobile phone screen at will, and the big screen in the middle of the hall circulates all the comedy movies of the past three decades, causing other onlookers to laugh from time to time. < br > (adsbygoogle = indo.adsbygoogle | | []). Ush ({}); < br > Zhao Zhengbin has no interest in comedy movies, but since the end of the Battle of Shenlong Guan two days ago, there has been almost no live broadcast in the pioneer studio. Team 1 and team 2 have all returned to their respective shelters, and team 3 has basically broadcast everything they can in Shenlongguan. There is really nothing new to watch. < br > and most of the hall, like Zhao Zhengbin, did not watch the movie on the screen at all, but bowed his head and scanned his phone. They are still here because they don't want to miss the latest information from the outside world. < br > although I can't watch the live broadcast for the time being, what if What if a new live broadcast pops up < br > Zhao Zhengbin has scanned the hot searches of various platforms, and the hot spot has gradually changed from the battle two days ago to how to better improve life in the shelter. Although there are still endless revelations about the night watchman, people have turned their attention to their own lives. after all, eating and drinking is the king. < br > Zhao Zhengbin turned off his cell phone and just lay on the cold ground, looking up at the white ceiling and sighing a long sigh. < br > I don't know what the night watchman is doing outside at this time. < br > is there a new battle Did < br > win or lose < br > while he was thinking, a voice came from above his head: < br > "Please don't lie on the sidewalk, you will affect other people's walking." < br > "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm sorry." < br > Zhao Zhengbin regained his consciousness and immediately sat up from the ground. He was talking to a young man of his age, looking a little haggard, dressed in overalls and red cuffs around his waist, looking very much like the aunt who managed the community. < br > Strange. Isn't it always the military who keeps order in this sanctuary < br > where did this young man in red cuff come from < br > just when Zhao Zhengbin was wondering, a voice stopped the young man. He looked around and saw a figure in casual clothes and cap waving to him in the crowd. < br > the young man lit up in front of his eyes and quickly went there, and the two began to talk from a distance. < br > under the cover of the cap, the man only showed half his face. Zhao Zhengbin stared at him for a while, but he always looked familiar. < br > then he seemed to remember something, and shock appeared in his eyes. The man recruited by < br > he just met two days ago, and it was one of the night watchmen who rescued them from their "mysterious" hands on their way to the shelter. < br > the one wearing the tea hoop is also the night watchman In the < br > crowd, no one seemed to notice the existence of the two men in the corner. Zhao Zhengbin could not restrain his curiosity and went in that direction, but as soon as he took a few steps, the night watchman said goodbye to the young man, turned and disappeared in the crowd. < br > just as the figure in the red cuff was about to leave, Zhao Zhengbin immediately stepped forward and grabbed the corner of his clothes. < br > the young man frowned, looked back doubtfully, and glanced at him. < br > "Why" I asked you to sit up just now, aren't you satisfied " < br > "." Zhao Zhengbin skipped the topic directly and asked bluntly, < br > "are you the night watchman" < br > < br/ > < br >We triggered the covenant and came here on our way back to the Great Summer from London."when he heard this, there was a look of surprise in Wuquan's eyes. He looked down at the hemp rope on his wrist...