Boom! A more violent spiritual energy hit the surface.

Of course, Songying did not do his best. This itself originated from that he did not believe what Long Liang said, but even if he did not do his best and only exerted a small part of his power, it was enough to destroy this wasteland.

The spiritual energy mass exploded on the ground of Jianhuang, like a nuclear weapon being thrown into the sky! The huge yellow dust mushroom cloud suddenly rose to the sky, shaking all the yellow dust in the area of ​​Jianhuang! The forbidden area of ​​Jianhuang was trembling violently, as if it had sunk a little, and it could not support such strong damage! In the original ten-meter giant pit, another twenty-meter giant pit was blasted out! The depth of thirty meters underground was bombed, and the yellow dust in Jianhuang danced wildly between the sky and the earth.

Dungeon of the Wasteland.

People hugged each other tightly, using bunkers to avoid a large number of stones. The soil fell from the top, but many people were still hit, especially after the huge stones fell from the top dozens of meters high, those who were hit had no chance to scream and were killed instantly.

Fear and fear envelop here.

Some people cried in fear, but still covered their mouths and tried their best to suppress their crying.

Some people trembled and wanted to scream, but they also held back, making only a slight whimpering sound, and did not dare to make any huge noises.

It is hard to imagine that more than 400 million people can hold their breath at the same time, endure huge fear, and still make no sound.

Because they cherish this place so much.

This is their only and last refuge, and this is their last home. People know very well that if they make a sound, it will not only harm themselves, but more than 400 million Chinese compatriots! After experiencing the Long March and how difficult years have passed, they will cherish this world.

These people who came from the Long March have experienced too many hardships, eating corpses, drinking urine, and even cooking feces... After experiencing all this, they will cherish and love the underground world of Jianhuang.

This is the result of this today. More than 400 million people did not make a sound! Even if they were smashed to death, they would not make any sound.

Qin Mo clenched his fists nervously.

His nails cut through the palm of his palm, and bright red blood ticks from the clenched fists. His face turned pale in fear, and he let a large amount of soil and dust hit his face. He stared at the top, like a nervous lamb to be slaughtered.

Just at the top of him.

A tiny crack appeared.

A large amount of sand on the surface followed the crack and poured down from the top like a yellow waterfall. The sand and dust waterfall poured on Qin Mo's face, but he still looked up, his nervous heart pounding and his heart was in severe pain.

Another blow! As long as there is another blow, no matter what this blow, the scene of the Dungeon of the Wild Dungeon will be exposed to the mirror! "Please, please God bless me."

Qin Mo roared in his heart, "Please! Please! Please give me the gifts of God, please God's blessings, Western Christ, Eastern Buddhism, please please take good care of the people!"

He has never been a person with faith, nor does he understand why people have faith.

But at this moment, I suddenly realized that when I am powerless, when I am oppressed by this life, the world and cannot be liberated, even if I am myself, I will entrust these powerless things to faith.

Qin Mo slowly knelt on the ground, begging God to forgive all living beings.

Over the desert.

"Is it okay now?"

Song Ying sneered, "Long Liang, I really don't know what you are good at. Every time I follow your advice, everything is wrong!"

"I really don't know if you are a pig head or a spy undercover sent on the photo, and deliberately came up with these brainless ideas!"

Now, the wasteland has been blown away thirty meters deep.

Song Ying put away his hand and sneered, "What?

Still want me to continue?"

"Are you willing to let me bomb the crust part?

Thirty meters deep and nothing, what explanation do you give?"

"I think you are a photogenic dog!"

Even if Long Liang tolerates and restrains himself, he can't stand the insults like Song Ying.

"What are you talking about?"

He slapped Song Ying's face directly, but stopped between the edges of his face.

After slapping this slap, Long Liang knew very well what this meant.

It means the disintegration of divine blessing and republic, and it means the beginning of the infighting in the mirror.

He gritted his teeth, suppressed the anger in his heart, slowly put away his hands, turned into a long rainbow, and left Jianhuang.

Looking at Long Liang's leaving figure, Song Ying was stunned. He really didn't expect that Long Liang would dare to hit him.

"Things that have no brains."

Songying cursed coldly, and then left Jianhuang.

Half an hour passed.

The people who were squatting with their heads in their arms dared to stand up carefully. Only then did everyone realize that the two powerful people had left.

"We are alive! We are still alive!"

"Haha! So happy! Not dead! Damn, grandpa, I'm not dead!"

"Mom and Dad! We are still alive! We...we can actually live!"

It is difficult for people who have never experienced this joy of surviving the disaster. Nowadays, as long as they can live, it is enough to make people happy, and people are so excited.

Qin Mo slowly got up from the ground.

He covered his painful heart and couldn't help but grin, his mouth full of sand, but he didn't care.

There is nothing more to be happy about.

This is a gift from God, and Qin Mo thanked himself for his faith in that moment.

"Tang Yu."

"exist."

"You should contact the people here quickly and repair the crack. When it is safe, find someone to fill in the exploded pit."

Qin Mo smiled and patted Tang Yu on the shoulder.

"Okay, I'll do it now."

Tang Yu also smiled.

Just before Qin Mo recovered.

A group of people quickly walked over from a distance, about twenty or thirty.

"Mr. Qin!"

"Mr. Qin, you are finally here!"

"Mr. Qin! It's been a matter of waiting for you! I finally have a backbone here!"

Those who came were all provincial regiment commanders of the guerrilla troops of each province. They used to be overlords of each province, and now they are leading guerrilla regiments of each province.

Everyone was very happy when they saw Qin Mo.

As soon as Mr. Qin came, the soul of this city was found, and people's heartstrings that had been tense, could relax slightly.

When people saw the bosses of various provinces bowing respectfully to a young man and greeting him, they all watched curiously. When they heard them calling the young man "Mr. Qin", everyone immediately understood! "My God! Is this Mr. Qin?

Founded the dungeon, established the guerrilla army, and saved the heroes of our tens of millions of people!”

"Without Mr. Qin! We are long dead!"

"Mr. Qin! Let me see! I admire him too much!"

"The world's great hero! Don't squeeze, let me take a look! Just one look!"

Soon, when we heard that Mr. Qin came here, people watched the scene, and people hugged each other just to see Mr. Qin.

"Mr. Qin!"

"Mr. Qin!"

I don't know who raised his head, but people suddenly shouted Mr. Qin and raised their arms. The huge crowd and countless admiring eyes stared at him, like a group of fanatical followers.

Qin Mo smiled at them and greeted them.

"Mr. Qin is traveling around and you have to rest early. Everyone returns to their respective positions and don't bother Mr. Qin."

The commander of the Huahai Guerrilla regiment, Zhao Min, said loudly.

Only then did people disperse reluctantly.

When going to the residence arranged for him, a large group of senior officials from the provincial guerrilla army were accompanied.

"Have the guerrilla troops from all provinces arrived?"

Qin Mo asked.

"Suburbows and Crossbows."

Zhao Min answered.

Qin Mo sighed softly and shook his head helplessly.

Yan Yang is the farthest away from the wilderness. Yan Yang has arrived. The crossbow has not arrived yet. There is no need to guess the ending, and I know it.

The earliest group to come to Jianhuang was Huahai Province.

Zhao Minxian and his people built underground areas here. With the arrival of one province after another, the underground areas of the wilderness have also expanded several times. Now it basically covers the entire wilderness forbidden area, with a population of more than 400 million.
To be continued...