the [psychic] team really wants to kill Wu Laodou, isn't this a big battle Need a human ceiling "" if it's a [psychic] team. It's hard to say. "Fang Yanghui mused," among the four special teams in Da..."people"

Amon felt the breath that suddenly emerged from the air, and his brow suddenly frowned.

you should know that this is not a material world, but an empty world made up of gas transportation. in the long river of gas transportation, it is impossible for anything else to exist except for gas transportation itself. even Amon can only turn himself into gas luck in order to continue to erode the national fortune of the summer.

but now he has seen with his own eyes six human figures coming slowly from the long river of luck. The weirdest thing about

is that they all dress differently.

one is dressed in a straight Mao suit and combed back, as if from the period of the Republic of China, and his temperament is as calm as a mountain;

one is a court woman of the Ming Dynasty, dressed in a dark cyan skirt and hairpin, gentle and virtuous;

a trendy young man in 1980s bell-bottoms, floral shirt and toad sunglasses, like a trendy young man who has just fooled around in a ballroom

there are also two figures, wearing modern sweaters and shirts, but if you look closely, you can still see the difference in time. The girls' sweaters are made of cashmere, with small white shoes under their feet, which all look like products of the past two years, while the boys wear a white shirt, black leg-up trousers and bulky headphones around their necks. this headset was completely discontinued as early as 15 years ago.

the last and most central figure, he was dressed in broken old armor, stained with dark red blood, and held a long gun in his hand, equally bloody and ferocious, like a general who had just walked from the battlefield.

but his appearance is extraordinarily young, but in his mid-twenties, his eyes are as fierce as a sword and murderous.

these six people who belong to different ages stand together, giving people an inexplicable visual impact, even with a strange harmony in the twist.

they stepped on the endless stream of luck and walked slowly towards Amon, the black giant.

Amon's eyes were fixed on the six men with a look of bewilderment.

they. Seems to be the same as their own, are no body, the embodiment of the existence of luck.

but who on earth are they Why is it hidden in the national luck of the summer

"you, as Ye Fan said, disturb my national fortune in the summer"

of the six, the young general spoke slowly, his cold eyes fixed on Amon's, and even though the breath was strong and scary, his face showed no fear.

"how is that possible How can human beings exist in gas luck " Amon frowned and spoke.

is that weird The trendy young man in flared shirt pushed the toad sunglasses and smiled, "because we are part of summer luck."

part of gas luck

Amon frowned more tightly, and even though he understood this sentence, he still couldn't understand it.

how can human beings become part of luck

his eyes swept across the crowd, as if he had figured something out, and he said in surprise, "are you the souls of human beings who have died"

"to be exact, we are heroes." The middle-aged man in Mao suit said in a low voice, "what once existed in the history of the Great Xia, due to various factors, was finally buried in the torrent of national luck." The spirit of the human ceiling. "

Amon's eyes narrowed slightly.

the human ceiling should only exist at the same level as the human with the sword, but there are still six here

"No, the human soul simply cannot withstand the impact of such a strong national movement, and even if you are stronger than others, you cannot persist for such a long time, let alone sleep in it." Amon shook his head.

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"Soul alone is no good." The young general at the head spoke slowly.

he stretched out his hand and gently shook it at the source of the torrent of national fortune. A virtual shadow galloped from nothingness, issued a shrill explosion, and finally inserted on the earth in front of him!

it was a spear that was half broken, but bloodstained and killing.

"however, if it is from the collapse of the realm, bone-making blood into the apparatus, and the body is integrated into the soldiers, then we can build spiritual vessels, collect the gods within, keep them in the torrent of national luck, and integrate themselves with gas transportation, then we can turn into a heroic spirit and guard our national fortune in the summer for all ages."

his voice is calm, but sonorous and forceful, and his determined eyes are as bright and dazzling as the stars.

at the same time, the other five men reached out to the end of the long river of luck, and five different broken weapons flew in front of them, buzzing.

halberd, gun, stick, fan, whip.

when they were alive, these weapons were comrades-in-arms who accompanied them in bloody battles and rose all the way; after death, they were the lucky soldiers who carried their flesh and soul and guarded the national luck of the Great Summer.

Amon frowned, "since the collapse of the realm, bone blood into the machine" Are all your human ceilings so crazy in the summer "

"you are wrong." The woman dressed in the Ming court costume said calmly, "We all have another identity besides being human ceilings."

on the edge of the six, the woman in a cashmere sweater looked at Amon and said calmly,

"I am the fourth commander-in-chief of the Great Summer Night's Watch, human ceiling, Wang Qing."

beside her, a handsome boy in a white shirt and heavy headphones around his neck, holding a broken halberd, slowly opened his mouth:

"the third commander-in-chief of the Great Summer Night's Watch, human ceiling, Tang Yusheng."

then the trendy man in floral shirt and bell-bottoms smiled softly, "the second commander-in-chief of the Great Summer Night's Watch, the human ceiling, Li Jingqiang."

"the first commander-in-chief of the Great Summer Night's Watch, the predecessor of the Night's Watch, and the leader of the 139th Special Biological response team, Human ceiling, Nie Jinshan." The middle-aged man in Mao suit said in a low voice.

A woman dressed in a Ming Dynasty palace dress spoke faintly: "the predecessor of the special biological response group, the second-generation head of the town evil department, the human ceiling, ram euphemism."

in the middle of the six, the young general with a broken spear said slowly:

"in the first generation of Xiazhen evil department, the first ceiling, the generals of the Han Dynasty, Jing Huan Hou …" Huo went to get sick. "

the voice of the six people fell, an unprecedented aura erupted around them, the surging torrent of national luck suddenly rolled up, and behind them, a golden dragon condensed by gas slowly rose from the torrent.

this dragon is invisible and imperceptible, like an ethereal cloud, flying among the mountains, its body stretches for thousands of miles without end, and its scales flow with light golden luck all the time. Any trace can suppress all the evils in the world.

this thick and magnificent vigorous national fortune, which has been precipitated for thousands of years, has finally emerged between heaven and earth, revealing a corner of terror.

under its feet, behind six broken god soldiers, stood six human beings from different ages.

they are the envoys of the national movement.

they are the oldest special team.

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