Holy Lord Milo raised his eyebrows slightly. Before he could speak, female cultivator Ling had already looked at him and continued: "I can guarantee that this power should be more powerful than the nuclear storm prepared by Lord Cave Lord before. With your strength,
, I think no one in this world should be able to compete.”
Saint Milo said: "So I can kill whoever I want to kill, but among all living beings, I can only kill one person."
The female cultivator Ling nodded and said: "So people who have difficulty choosing may feel uncomfortable."
Holy Lord Milo looked at the female cultivator Ling and laughed, and said: "But fortunately I don't have difficulty choosing, and even in the old times, the most powerful weapons are often not the most powerful when used, but the most powerful when used to intimidate.
"
Female cultivator Ling didn't say anything else, she knew that Holy Lord Milo had already thought about it.
…
"Is this the end?"
The people of Beiming Continent looked in the direction of Zhongshen Continent and the Thirteen Central Continents. The light spots caused by the brilliant light rain falling on them slowly disappeared. They didn't understand what happened after that, but there was no violent fluctuation of vitality.
After hearing the news, they all silently bowed in the direction of the Dinxia Ancient Sect and did not raise their bodies for a long time.
For the strong, the people of Beimingzhou have a natural awe, but it is undeniable that after long-term battles of wits and courage with Zhongshenzhou, they are also naturally hostile to the supreme sect of Zhongshenzhou, but Saint Wuyin and Saint Milo
What he did when facing a fatal threat to the entire world of cultivation was enough to win more respect from them. They were honored to fight side by side with such a person.
"Let's eat Xia Guzong!"
In the Thirteen Continents in the Central Region, Shangxian Continent, a large number of monks from the ancient Dinxia Sect who had escaped from the mountain gate looked at the mountain gate of the Ancient Dinxia Sect that had been razed to the ground and seemed to be in despair. A young disciple suddenly collapsed and howled loudly.
cry.
Snap!
A division commander next to him slapped him so hard that he stopped crying.
The young disciple's head was buzzing and half of his face was swollen.
"Why are ghosts howling!"
The master of the Shanxia Ancient Sect who slapped him so hard that he couldn't find the north pointed at the Shanmen ruins of the Shanxia Ancient Sect fiercely and said, "Remember, this is the place where the Saint fell. This is where the Holy Lord Wuyin fought for the entire cultivation.
The place where the world fell! This is the glory of our ancient Fixia Sect!"
A group of young disciples were just about to cry and howl, but when they heard such a sound, their foreheads immediately buzzed, and for a while they couldn't help but prostrate themselves on the ground.
But after the Master of the Dinxia Ancient Sect shouted those words viciously, he grinned, as if he wanted to cry but was holding back, an expression that was even uglier than crying.
"Holy Milo has left the Chaos Continent. So, do you think that the battle between Saint Miluo and Cave Saint was won?"
On Corpse Kun's back, Wang Li, Lu Shenliang and others were looking at the direction of Chaos Continent.
"What's the final result?" Wang Li felt extremely uncomfortable.
Knowing clearly that a big drama has an outcome, but not knowing how it will end up, is like watching a TV series, but when it is about to end, the TV set explodes, the Internet is paralyzed, and you can't watch it.
"That's it?"
In Ximozhou, in the Chanjuan Desert, under a tent in the center of dozens of huge tree-like cacti, Ross, who had just finished a cup of coffee, took out a dark blue wine bottle, took out a ceramic hat cup and poured a glass of wine.
Then he slowly took out an oil paper bag.
This oil paper bag contains oily pork head meat, and peanuts are spread around the cut pork head meat.
In the old days, he was a Westerner in the traditional sense, and just now he used a purely Western method of making coffee, but now this wine and this dish are truly Eastern methods.
This wine is a fine wine from the East in the old era, and it is an old wine preserved from the nuclear threat era before the old era.
It is so old that the rest of the patterns and writing on the dark blue bottle have been naturally peeled off and worn away, leaving only the words "Qingyun" and "50" still intact.
Moss didn't know what this meant specifically, but in the East in the era of nuclear threats, the words on the bottle generally meant very auspicious.
This kind of wine was a strong liquor in the old days. This batch of wine can be preserved because the scientific expedition team on a certain ice field probably also loved this wine and stored a lot of it in a sealed storage deep under the ice.
However, after this batch of wine from the old era fell into his hands, even though it was extremely well preserved, after slowly using it, he only had the last dozen or so bottles left in his hands.
Good coffee beans are often available, and now he has the means to grow them easily, but this kind of fine wine is rare.
What is very strange is that even at the peak of technology in the old era, those winemakers could not replicate this kind of wine. In addition to the raw materials that may not be the same as those at the time, all the production processes and microbial environments cannot be replicated exactly the same.
, and the most important thing is that in this wine-making method similar to that of the handicraft era, the time consumed by any one process is not clear.
And the most wonderful thing is that with the addition of time, the taste of this wine is not as bland as water, but more rich, giving people a wonderful feeling.
In many cases, using this little remaining fine wine to drink alone in an oriental style is a rare relaxation and enjoyment for Moss.
It was the lingering feeling of time.
Looking back on the past, I feel even more wonderful.
Although things like Sumeru were defeated, and the identity of the Cave Lord and the important hidden nodes were also discovered, as he had judged before, even if the price of the death of the Uncaused Lord was paid, even if the current world of cultivation has developed to
At such a stage, the entire world of Cultivation is still unable to kill even the Divine Lord of the Cave. In the eyes of the Cultivation World, this is already a battle of life and death. In his eyes, it is just an exercise to confirm his conjecture.
That's all.
In his opinion, the essence of the game remains unchanged.
In the past, Saint Wuyi and others kept throwing out baits to lure hunters to show up. But now, even if they find traces of hunters, Saint Milo and others will know that they cannot deal with hunters, so the injured prey can still only hide.
Get up and wait for the hunter to chase you.
When he took a deep breath of the fragrant wine and drank the first sip of the wine, which was as viscous and delicious as butter soup, his mood at this time was extremely relaxed and joyful.
But at this moment, his movements suddenly froze.
The wine glass paused in his hand, but a peanut he picked up with his chopsticks fell on the pork head.
There was a snap.
It wasn't the sound of peanuts hitting the pig's head, but the sound coming from the tent above him.
There are raindrops falling.
In the Changjuan Desert, where there had been no rain all year round, it suddenly started to rain.
For a moment he suspected it was an illusion.
But when he looked out from the edge of the tent and the cactus, he saw countless seemingly harmless raindrops falling from high in the sky.