Seconds!
The big guy was killed in seconds just after he showed up!
The old man was so excited that every pore of his body was trembling.
At this moment, he was very grateful to the former preacher for his insight.
This was a treasure.
It was a bit of a waste of talent to be a preacher with such a terrifying combat power.
The old man secretly made a decision in his heart that when the Lord summoned him next time, he must keep the main general Qianmian by his side and train him as a general.
"Hurry up! Hurry up!"
Although Qianmian killed the opponent's main coach in seconds, the battle situation on the ground was still not optimistic.
The defense line of the zombies was further reduced, and even the aftermath of the explosion of the self-destruct group could blow on the old man's face.
But the old man was not panicked at all: "Wait until the Lord's great power is projected, and everything will be fine."
The "finished" giant tyrant withdrew from the battlefield and called to the light prayer behind him: "Ah Bing, treat me."
The light prayer cursed: "Call me big!"
The giant tyrant shrugged: "Sorry, I just said it casually."
The light prayer immediately sprinkled a large ball of smiling face pollen.
The penetrating wound on the giant tyrant's chest healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.
The wound only looked scary, but in fact, not even a bone was injured.
Looking at the healed giant tyrant, the light prayer said: "Congratulations on your completion."
The giant tyrant was a little boring, because his appearance time was too short.
"If there is a next time, please give me more plots."
Qianmian, who was in the C position of the big drama, felt in good condition at the moment, with a rosy face.
Or rather, he had never been so good before.
"Remember, the one who will lead you is the version son Qianmian!"
The voice of the Dharma King immediately sounded in the local area network.
"Now it's the turn of this director to make a grand appearance!"
Boom boom boom --
Thunder suddenly rolled under the dark sky.
Split lightning flashed in the air like the claws of a demon.
The thunder roared and vented recklessly, even illuminating the earth briefly.
Whether it was the wandering corpses, warriors, the Temple Army, or the fighting Qin Ze and Miao Dao Ren.
All the movable beings in the world looked up at the sky involuntarily.
Shitou was awakened by the thunder and muttered strangely: "Why is there thunder in a place where no one lives?"
Qin Ze raised his eyebrows: "You bastard, you only know how to add special effects to yourself."
The Light Prayer protested in the local area network: "It's unfair! Why do you appear so cool?"
The King of Dharma said indifferently: "Because I am the director."
The Light Prayer curled his lips. He suddenly thought that he had never shown his face except for spreading some pollen in the back. He was a pure behind-the-scenes worker.
The main reason was that the ground was full of zombies, and his plague pollen had no effect at all.
A Bing cursed: "I lost my first team battle. Do you want to let people play?"
"You are doing this to my new account?"
In the thundercloud, the King of Dharma in the form of a strange beast slowly descended.
His long blue hair flew upwards, his lower body was blooming thunder, strands of electricity flowed from the corners of his eyes, and his arms were claws wrapped in lightning.
"The power of thunder and lightning, shocking the world!"
Seeing such an exaggerated special effect, the old man exclaimed: "The strange beast spoke!"
Even those powerful warriors around the Lord ten thousand years ago, none of them could speak spiritual language.
"Come back quickly!"
The old man hurriedly called Qianmian back and let the cannon fodder zombies go up to delay.
But I don't know if it was too far away or too much noise on the battlefield, Qianmian didn't seem to hear it.
Facing the thunder around the King of Dharma that seemed to be able to shatter the darkness, Qianmian didn't retreat a step.
The old man couldn't help but sigh: "Too brave!"
Qianmian shouted coldly: "You, a villain, dare to be presumptuous in front of my Lord!"
The King of Dharma sneered: "You are just an ant who lives in disgrace. Today, I will give you a death."
Qianmian waved his cane, and thunder shook around the King of Dharma.
Both of them refused to give in and collided fiercely under the sky.
Deafening thunder, dazzling red energy cannons, surging blood...
The clouds in the sky were shattered into small pieces, and the aftermath of the battle blasted the clones on the ground, which then exploded and shattered the zombies.
Qianmian and the Dharma King fought back and forth, and for a while they were inseparable.
Coupled with the various fancy battle effects in the sky, those who didn't know would think it was a battle between gods.
The blonde sister opened her beautiful eyes wide when she saw this scene. Whose generals are so brave?
The old man was more determined to let the Lord cultivate Qianmian.
Loyal and powerful, where can you find such a good seedling?
Qianmian communicated with the Dharma King through the local area network: "That's enough. If we don't finish it, Brother Niutou will be here soon."
The Dharma King was a little reluctant: "Okay, move to the right."
"Yes, right here, aiming at the altar."
Zila--
The surging current rose from under the Dharma King's feet.It rose up and quickly condensed into a thunder ball with a diameter of more than ten meters in front of him.
"Go to hell, bastard!"
The King of Dharma shouted in spiritual language to push the thunder ball out.
Qianmian shouted in despair: "No~ Such a powerful energy, I will definitely come back..."
Boom——
Before Qianmian finished speaking, the thunder ball exploded in front of him.
But if you look closely, you will find that the thunder ball was half a step away from Qianmian when it exploded, and the King of Dharma controlled all the thunder power to explode backwards.
Qianmian was not hurt except for being blown by the shock wave.
Since Qianmian was facing the battlefield on the ground, in the eyes of everyone, Qianmian was swallowed by a large thunderstorm head-on.
He was covered with burnt white smoke and fell to the ground like a kite with a broken string.
What a coincidence, he fell right next to the altar.
The old man looked at Qianmian, who was barely breathing and had several electric currents flowing on his body, and his eyes were full of heartache.
"Ahem...ah..." Qianmian said weakly: "Senior, I...I have tried my best, the enemy is too strong."
The old man said distressedly: "Everything you do, the Lord sees it."
"The Lord will not forget your contribution."
"Now, you just need to rest, the Lord will avenge you!"
At this time, the space door has expanded to nearly two hundred meters high.
A black claw suddenly stretched out from the door.
"Hehehe..."
"I smell the delicious source of God!"
The blonde sister secretly said "Oops", the power of the evil god was projected.
Bang——
After taking a step forward, the Bull Head God got out of most of his body.
The King of Dharma urged impatiently in the local area network: "Hurry up, you have one last line."
"After that, everyone will be finished."
Qianmian used up his last bit of strength to straighten up his upper body and shouted excitedly to the Bull-Headed God: "Lord, your most humble servant has finally waited for your great coming."
After brushing his face, Qianmian fell to the ground with his head tilted and fainted.
Zila Lala --
The current remaining in his body suddenly began to gather.
"Not good!"
The old man felt bad when he saw this.
Snap~
The King of Dharma snapped his fingers: "Finish, thank you all for your wonderful performance."
Boom --
Just as the old man was about to take remedial measures, the current gathered on Qianmian's body suddenly exploded.
The power was not great, but it just destroyed the altar and the statue.
Without the medium of the statue, the sacrifice of faith was forced to stop, and the two-hundred-meter-high space door began to slowly close.