One Man’s Power

Time: May 28th, 7:03pm.

Location: The front entrance of the meeting hall in Building 18 of the Diaoyu Island State Guesthouse.

Wu Ershi is fifty-two years old this year. He has heard countless legends of immortals, ghosts, ghosts and horrors, and unimaginable experiences. As the peak of human beings today, he deeply understands that all the above are false, fabricated, and unreal. make up.

But at this moment.

All the old, decadent and stubborn concepts were overthrown.

"who?"

"What's behind you?" Wu Ershi turned his head one by one, his complexion changed dramatically.

With his holy senses, he could see the details, but he really couldn't sense what was blocking the door behind him.

There is clearly no one, there is clearly nothing, it is clearly a cloud of air!

Who can hide the senses of the saints!

The crisp childish voice sounded,

at the crack of the door,

When Wu II turned his head, what came into view was a young face with a fake smile on it.

"Hello, human... Wu II."

The little figure raised its head, it was dressed in red, and the smile seemed to be pasted on the surface to make people twitch.

Boom!

All the veins, bones, and blood are trembling!

The heart stopped, thoughts, thoughts, and Wu Ershi's face completely froze, and boundless warning signs of madness grew in the depths of his mind, and nerve signals conveyed strong reminders, as if in front of him were volcanic glaciers and the vast sea erupting from natural disasters .

Inextricable clues and speculation echoed.

The flashes of light and flint finally point to an answer.

"【仙】"

Wu II looked down at the little boy in red.

In today's world, except for Xu Xian, the second genius, and Tang Hong, the seventh genius, no one has seen it with their own eyes.

But today, at Huaguo Enthronement Meeting, it quietly appeared. The defense system of the imperial capital, and the central military's capture plan against it, are useless and have no effect at all.

...

It's dawn.

Occasional birds fly over the lawn.

The magnificent conference hall, at a glance, the magnificent pendant lamps exude bright light, the ingeniously matched peony flowers are filled with fragrance, and the hollow six-sided huge table is placed with Chinese-style seats. At this time, seven pilgrims are seated , like seven human heroes sitting side by side here.

A six-sided giant table with a diameter of more than twenty meters!

The space is wide and the seats are sparse. Tang Hong changed into a casual formal suit with gradient colors!

But at this moment.

Swish!

Tang Hong suddenly raised his head, his eyes were sharp, and the tactics that were infinitely close to the Heavenly Works Stage were in full swing!

"How did it come here?"

Tang Hong turned his head sideways, focused his eyes on the door, and saw the little boy in red walking slowly into the hall, and Wu II, the saint, stepped back step by step with a look of vigilance on his face.

It always takes a step forward.

Wu II took a step back accordingly, and the huge conference hall became quieter and more eerie.

"Well, eight of us have become saints." Tang Hong thought blankly: "Three geniuses have become saints, plus Fang Nanxun and I will go together and attack with all our strength. Can we kill this natural fairy?"

On the surface, it is calm and expressionless.

There was a hint of killing intent in his steel-like heart.

"never mind."

"There are still a few who haven't arrived."

Tang Hong glanced, continued to play with his mobile phone, and browsed WeChat Moments.

...

"It's it."

On the second day Xu Xian stood up slowly.

He watched Wu Ershi keep retreating, his eyes flashed an undisguised complex look, with murderous intent, vigilance, and regret.

...

"Natural fairy."

On the third day, he lowered his head and took a sip of the hot tea with jasmine flowers.

Her left hand is like a long sword, which is held behind her back, and it seems that she has no intention of drawing a sword.

...

"well."

"The mountain rain is about to come and the wind fills the building." The saint Sikong Wuyi sighed softly, and continued to flip through the stack of newspapers in his hand.

The catastrophe is coming.

Xian appeared again.

What an eventful year, Sikong Wuyi's indifferent gaze fell on the front page of the newspaper, as if he didn't care about its arrival at all.

...

Six-sided discussion table, on the left side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, on the sixth day he calmly waved: "Brother Wu, this way."

talking.

He shot from a distance, and his willpower interfered with reality, and he dragged the saint Wu II, who was retreating step by step, over.

On the sixth day, he opened his mouth and said, "Brother Wu, sit by my side."

"good."

Wu II nodded in response.

He glanced at the sixth genius, and then at the saint sitting at the hexagonal giant table, feeling a little relieved.

...

On the six-sided discussion table, on the right side of the floor-to-ceiling windows, Fang Nanxun looked at Xian's attire.

"It's tacky to be dressed in red."

"The smile on the face is too fake, it seems to be painted with watercolor pens, it's really scary."

Fang Nanxun secretly commented, but didn't get up. With his right hand resting on the discussion table, he tapped the pure white and flawless embroidered tablecloth lightly with his index finger, as if hitting his heart every time.

He looks away.

He thought of Li Xuekong's old face, so he couldn't help picking up a Chinese cigarette, and lit it casually, the smoke enveloped those dark golden pupils who didn't know what they were thinking.

...

The meeting hall is quiet, everyone present is holy!

For [Xian]'s visit, everyone seemed extraordinarily calm and indifferent, in a nonchalant manner.

This holy meeting, people have not yet arrived.

Change the time, change the location, everyone can definitely try how strong [Xian] is.

But not today.

Before midsummer, if the pilgrims were injured or injured, it would be an irreversible death situation.

I'm afraid it also understands this, so it appears grandiosely. After all, human beings cannot afford the huge price of casualties of the saints in battle.

"whee."

"Why is no one welcoming me?" The little boy in red clapped his seemingly immature palms.

It seemed to be complaining and saying some unhappy words, but its smiling face did not change a bit, and it still had a pair of emotionless eyes, watching the eight saints present.

Tang Hong moved his eyes away from WeChat Moments, and looked at the flowers on the chest of its red dress: "Welcome to come."

It tilted its head and grinned at Tang Hong.

All of a sudden, the cells in his body trembled and roared to resist the terrifying pressure. Tang Hong frowned, faintly realizing that this was not the deterrence of the [immortal], but the awe derived from the instinct of life. This is a higher life form.

"Please take a seat."

Tang Hong waved his hand and moved a chair over to his left.

It is estimated that other people's invitations are useless.

So far, it has taken the initiative to meet two people who are extraordinary geniuses.

The little boy in red walked towards Tang Hong: "Are you afraid that I will attack suddenly and hurt the three geniuses here to become saints?"

"yes."

Tang Hongli spoke outrightly.

"rest assured."

It jumped up suddenly, disappeared all of a sudden, and then appeared on the chair that Tang Hong had arranged for it.

at the same time.

Fang Nanxun's pupils burst into golden light, and only on the third day did his fingertips pick up a wet jasmine flower. Sikong Wuyi's indifferent eyes, which had been looking down at the newspaper, fell on it.

The scene became tense!

The sword is on the verge of breaking out!

Including outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the meeting hall, the well-designed lawn, dense trees, summer birds and cicadas are all frozen, and everything is silent, reduced to a dead place.

There was a creaking sound at the door.

It was the mountain mover who came, turned around and closed the door, and now there are nine saints.

"Natural fairy?"

The mountain mover squinted his eyes, and his power flowed, as if a shocking blow would erupt in the next second.

"Everyone, don't worry, take it easy." The little boy in red was sitting on a Chinese-style chair, his legs were too short, dangling in the air.

Tang Hong turned his head to look at it, pondered for a moment, and asked softly: "Do you think the nine saints can kill you?"

He was sure that such words would not irritate it.

Just like a person roaring in front of a mountain, the mountain will not be angry, but will only echo.

Sure enough, it rubbed its hands, and took out a colorful lollipop out of nowhere: "No. Do you think it is useful to pray to gods and Buddhas?"

Tang Hong's eyes lit up.

"It's useless. In the middle of summer this year, what do you think the chances of us humans winning are?"

"There is no chance of winning, and the winning rate is zero." It asked Tang Hong: "How do you think Li Xuekong, the first saint-slayer in history, has passed away?"

"It's a pity, it's a pity, my heart is very painful... What are the weaknesses of the real gods in different spaces that can be exploited by us, or can be targeted by technological weapons?"

"High temperature hurts the body, magnetic field hurts the breath, and pure human belief hurts the power."

While eating the colorful lollipops, it told the shocking secrets that made everyone in the audience turn pale. It was a joy from heaven!

Too much information!

Including Xu Xian, the second-day talent, was also astonished!

'What are you doing? '

'Turn round question and answer? Tang Hong is taking the opportunity to obtain useful information for God War. ’ Xu Xian’s expression did not change, but he was pleasantly surprised in his heart, expecting Tang Hong to ask some more valuable information.

Everyone also held their breath, very dignified, and did not disturb Tang Hong's communication with it.

click.

It crushed the corner of the colorful lollipop: "Tang Hong, do you sympathize with ants?"

"No." Tang Hong said: "How can we win this midsummer battle?"

"No way, I can't win." The little boy in red swallowed the lollipop in one gulp and clapped his hands: "I have a suggestion for you, kneel down and admit defeat, and beg to the real gods. Maybe they can give you some more time to enjoy The last time."

It no longer asks questions.

It took a deep look at Tang Hong: "I want to give you humans a kind warning today."

Tang Hong hurriedly said: "Good intentions? You also have good and evil?"

It shook twice, adjusted its sitting posture, and put its feet on the edge of the Chinese-style seat: "Good and evil are the measure of human beings. For you, it is kindness."

The natural fairy's tone changed, like the vast and boundless Atlantic Ocean, which turned into a turbulent tsunami in the next second.

"remember."

"Don't rely on external force." Its pair of emotionless eyes swept across the people present. Its thick and sharp eyes seemed to be able to see through people's hearts. After staring for a full minute, it said, "This war has nothing to do with you."

Tang Hong was angry and funny: "We will be extinct if we lose. What is the external force?"

"oh."

It jumped off the Chinese-style seat, the red clothes swayed, and disappeared without a trace.

...

After a while.

Two more pilgrims officially arrived.

All the eleven saints in Huaguo are here!

Last year, it was the Ninth National Congress.

This year, there are three more saints, Fang Nanxun, the object of the artificial god project, the mother who moved the mountain, Tang Hong, who has the power to become a saint on the seventh day, should be counted as the twelve saints.

But one is missing.

Li Xuekong didn't have a chance to participate in this holy meeting.

...

half an hour later.

The discussion hall echoed with the voices of everyone discussing.

The front door was gently pushed open again.

A burly, inch-headed man with a scar on his left eye entered the chamber: "I seem to have missed something."

"Chief Instructor."

Tang Hong got up in surprise.

The twelfth person who has become a saint in China today: Niu Hechuan, the chief instructor of the special training camp of the Yellow River Organization!