Chapter 1254 Wang Chunhua's Movement Speed
It was the same place where Zhao Yin was nearly killed by the nine-winged angel Anna half a day ago.
There was still some of Zhao Yin's blood on the ground.
The space fluctuated, and the figures of Zhao Yin and other three appeared.
At this time, in the secret realm, it was noon and a big sun was hanging high in the sky.
The whole world, however, is filled with inexplicable coldness.
Everywhere you look, there is yellow sand all over the ground, and in the strong wind, there is a smell of decay.
Wang Chunhua was a little absent-minded. Her eyes swept across the world and tears gradually filled her eyes.
For Zhao Yin and others, this is the remaining world after the collapse of the ancient world.
But for Wang Chunhua, this is her ancestral world and her hometown.
Now, Zhao Yin has some understanding of the secret realm here, which is divided into three levels in total.
The first level of the secret realm is a vast expanse of ruins from an ancient world!
The second layer of ancient ruins is the former imperial city. Because someone deliberately sealed it, it is relatively well preserved and still retains traces of ancient creatures, battles and survival.
The third layer is the Dream Shadow Spacetime, which is between reality and illusion, and was created by the Emperor of the Human Race himself...
On this first layer, all traces of the ancient times have long since disappeared, and the mountains and rivers have also changed.
But Wang Chunhua still recognized at a glance that this was her own world.
Wang Chunhua was silent, only silent tears slowly rolled down her cheeks.
Zhao Yin sighed. Perhaps she had already anticipated all this in her heart.
The excitement she had felt after waking up and returning to the world faded away in her heart.
This place brought back her memories...
Zhao Yin could understand her sadness. The land of China was devastated overnight. Zhao Yin had cried more than once in her previous life.
Compared to Zhao Yin, she is now a stranger in the world and will never see her old friends or her hometown again.
The only one left is Zhao Yin, an old friend who is not really an old friend.
Zhao Yin discovered that Wang Chunhua was actually more pitiful than he had imagined, and that he seemed to have been too rude to her before.
Perhaps, she should be given more tolerance and understanding. After all, although she didn't know how many years she had lived, she was only thirteen or fourteen years old when she entered the Dream Shadow Space.
She had never experienced the real adult world, yet she was millions of years old...
An ignorant old lady... being a little willful is easy to understand.
"Wang Chunhua, have some candy!"
Zhao Yin took out a lollipop that Song Xiaodao used to love the most.
Wang Chunhua turned and looked at him, her face full of tears.
"What is this? What is sugar?"
Zhao Yin peeled off the sugar coating and said, "Open your mouth."
Zhang Chunhua subconsciously opened her mouth, and Zhao Yin stuffed the lollipop into her mouth.
The sweet smell of corn candy accompanied by the flavor of technology made Wang Chunhua blink.
Sure enough, I immediately felt less sad.
"tasty?"
"Well, it's delicious, sweeter than malt!" Wang Chunhua nodded rapidly.
"Next time you want to eat something, just go find Song Xiaodao. That girl has all kinds of snacks in the house." Zhao Yin said with a smile.
"Really?" She looked at Zhao Yin.
The long eyelashes fluttering like butterflies, stained with tears, are crystal clear in the sunlight.
"Work hard for me, and you will get everything you want!" Zhao Yin said.
Zhao Yin has always been gentle in his dealings with others.
"I can do anything for you, even give birth to a son!" Wang Chunhua promised seriously.
Zhao Yin felt a chill and didn't understand why she kept saying this.
She was still very serious: "If the ancient human race is gone, I will give birth to them again. Zhao Yin, I only want to have a baby with you!"
"Let's talk about this later. Can you help me kill someone first?" Zhao Yin quickly changed the subject.
"kill?"
Wang Chunhua frowned: "Who to kill?"
"Kill whoever I tell you to kill, including big white geese, little gray mice... and even human traitors!" Zhao Yin said seriously.
"Okay!" Wang Chunhua agreed readily.
Zhao Yin calmed Wang Chunhua down, then turned to Qinglang and instructed, "Brother Qinglang, please start searching... I want all the minerals and all the information about the alien races."
Qinglang nodded in silence.
He sniffed and immediately turned to the right.
"What did you smell?" Zhao Yin asked.
"There are amethyst mines, as well as alien and human races!" Qinglang spoke, his murderous intent not concealed in his hoarse voice.
The enchanted armor on Zhao Yin no longer has the enchanted effect.
But Qinglang and Baiwei only had a few hours left of the quasi-god-level enchantment effect of their previous SS-level armor.
Both of them were leading the way.
Qinglang was moving very fast, as if he couldn't wait any longer, and Bai Wei beside him was no less fast.
Zhao Yin activated his supernatural powers, Dragon Body and Shadowlessness, and was able to barely keep up with the two.
"Zhao Yin, tell them to slow down."
Wang Chunhua was running out of breath, and could only barely keep up by holding Zhao Yin's wrist tightly.
Zhao Yin was immediately surprised: "You can't keep up?"
"I can't use the laws...!" Wang Chunhua blushed.
"In terms of my physical body, my defense and strength are pretty good, but my movement speed is not up to par."
"You ancient people, your movement speed and strength don't match?" Zhao Yin asked.
"I'm just an exception..."
Wang Chunhua said: "Originally, I was very fast. When the Emperor buried me, he asked me to sacrifice a talent. I thought the most useless one was movement speed, so I sacrificed it!"
She said it lightly, but Zhao Yin understood that she had made great sacrifices in order to come to the afterlife.
"Oh, Zhao Yin, stop asking. Can you carry me?" Wang Chunhua seemed not to want to say anything more.
Zhao Yin frowned, and then he understood why she let the nine-winged angel go before.
It turned out that it wasn't that she was compassionate, but that she simply couldn't do it.
He stopped, let Wang Chunhua climb onto his back, and carried her on his back and started walking quickly.
In just a moment, the blue wolf had disappeared.
Only Bai Wei was left in front, and she seemed to be deliberately slowing down and waiting for him.
Soon, Bai Wei also stopped and stood there waiting for Zhao Yin to arrive.
Zhao Yin approached and asked, "Where is Qinglang? Where did he go?"
"I lost it. I'm afraid you can't catch up, master. I can only wait here." Bai Wei said.
Zhao Yin was immediately annoyed: "What a lunatic."
Fortunately, the scent of the blue wolf still lingered in the air.
Although Zhao Yin's nose was not as good as Qinglang's, he could still smell the unique smell of sweat and blood on him.
After walking a hundred miles, Zhao Yin saw that the sky ahead was filled with colorful supernatural lights.
Thousands of figures are engaged in a fierce battle.
Among them, there are about three thousand human beings, joined by two thousand alien races, who are besieging hundreds of human beings.
Among the human race, whether it is the defending side or the side that joins forces with alien races to attack, all are equipped with the silver armor of the tenth domain.
At this time, Qinglang had already joined the battle and was fighting a quasi-god from the Wood Clan and a quasi-god from the Angel Clan, one against two, in the sky.
The most intense battle was not fought by Qinglang...
Instead, there were seven quasi-gods, watching a battle formation of more than one hundred Terrans...
The human battle formation was formed, with the shadow of a nine-tailed giant python. At the head of the python was a middle-aged man in silver armor, exuding the aura of a king.
The one hundred humans behind him, the lowest life level is also the strongest, there are six candidates for the king...
Every second, humans fall from the sky...
Under that sky, countless corpses of the Daoist race lay there, their blood still bright red...
"Owner!"
Bai Wei's eyes suddenly fixed, unable to distinguish friend from foe.
"Kill all aliens!"
Zhao Yin was immediately excited because he saw that among the seven alien quasi-gods who were watching the human race, five of them were from different races that he had not "collected".