Traveling through the apocalypse to raise a beauty

The whip in Zhenqing's hand appeared as lightning and thunder entangled him, and the boy's dark eyes revealed a hint of indifference and coldness.

As a ninth-rank peak warrior, Jiang Yao had not used weapons for many years. But before coming, Han Yunzhou repeatedly reminded him not to underestimate the enemy, because Zhen Qing's strength could not be judged by class. Although he was only a young god, he was also a real god.

"General Jiang." Zhen Qing looked at the golden sword in Jiang Yao's hand, and raised his thin lips, "Let's not make our competition so complicated, how about making it simpler?"

The man made a sword flower, "What do you mean?"

"Light as a supplement, fire as an attack." Zhen Qing lowered his eyes and glanced at the whip in his hand. His smile was gentle and humble. "It's a very powerful combination. I wonder if I will be lucky enough to witness the admiral's strongest attack?"

Jiang Yao's mouth twitched. He was very arrogant, but he did have the capital to be arrogant.

Jiang Yao gripped the hilt tightly, "What do you mean?"

"One move determines victory or defeat."

The boy's voice was gentle, with a tone of negotiation, "How is it?"

Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, then laughed out loud, "Okay! Then we'll decide the outcome with one move."

"Your Highness has received it."

The golden sword in the man's hand floated up. At that moment, everyone seemed to see a sun behind the man. The dazzling golden and red light exploded. The invisible pressure passed through everyone's heart. Below the ninth level, thousands of people bowed down and no one stood.

The sword energy was like a rainbow, light and fire overlapped and merged, and the entire arena began to crack gradually from under Jiang Yao's feet. The barrier shattered into pieces in an instant, and as light and fire flew, countless long swords appeared behind him, magnificent and shocking.

The young man standing on the ring was not affected by the magnificent momentum and pressure at all. He had an upright figure, delicate and noble eyebrows, and a warm and gentle smile on his lips. His dark pupils were calm, and the hand that should have been holding the whip was empty.

Han Yunzhou had already stretched out his hand to block the pressure when Jiang Yao agreed.

The distinction between classes is actually very obvious, especially after the ninth level, which is the gap between the top powerhouses. Even if the gap is only a small level, it is a world of difference.

Even with Han Yunzhou's protection, this kind of class-based fear and oppression was still deeply imprinted in everyone's hearts, freezing everyone's body. The biting coldness climbed up everyone's backs, and they trembled all over.

Qiu Bieyi tilted his head to glance at Gu Yuan and the others who were somewhat unsteady on their feet. Purple divine power flowed out from his fingertips, bringing them into a small barrier. The young man gently moved the invisible pressure, and a warm glow emanated from his body. Countless golden entities circled around the crowd.

He had no blood to comfort them, and no way to calm the emotions of this group of people. The only thing he could do was to use his spiritual entity mixed with light and warmth to help them dispel the chill brought by the fear.

Wen Sheng's body had not fully recovered yet, and his physical condition was seriously depleted, so he was simply unable to withstand the pressure from this peak ninth-level master. After making sure that Gu Yuan was not in any serious trouble, his eyes darkened and he fell into a deep sleep.

Everyone caught the boy in panic.

"He's fine." Qiu Bieyi just took a quick look and immediately shifted his gaze back to the stage. "His body just went into self-protection mode and shut down. He'll wake up in a while."

Zhenqing stood on the stage, lightning swirling around him. As the wind blew, dark clouds pressed down on the sky. Thunderclouds gathered in the half of the sky where the young man stood, and a dark dragon could be vaguely seen rolling in the thunderclouds.

The dragon's roar was as deep and melodious as a huge bell, the thunder rolled and roared, lightning split the sky, and countless thunderbolts struck down.

A dark purple energy ball composed of glass fragments and lightning appeared in the boy's hand. At that moment, the space and air froze!

Different from Jiang Yao's ninth-level pressure, the aura emanating from Zhen Qing's body was that of the abyss of hell, which came from nature, the kind that could cause mountains to collapse, the sea to crack, and the rocks to crumble. It was extremely dangerous to life, yet it could not stop the powerlessness, panic, and suffocation.

After reaching the eighth level, Zhen Qing could already call upon the power of heavenly thunder. Regardless of whether he used divine power or not, this was a right he possessed as the inheritor of the Law of Chaos.

Jiang Yao could feel the trembling and fear coming from the depths of his soul, and there was even a hint of excitement mixed in with these two emotions. He wanted to try, he wanted to see the power of God. This was a kind of testimony. His pounding heart told him that he should try his best to touch and test that magnificent and mysterious power.

Jiang Yao smiled and said to the young man in front of him, "Your Highness, this is a skill I created myself. It is a fusion of light and fire, and it uses the power of the sun. But it has not had an accurate name for more than 20 years. After today, I think it should be named by you."

As he spoke, thousands of swords slashed down, and the light and fire were as dazzling as glory.

"Okay."

Zhenqing chuckled twice, and countless lightning bolts struck Wanjian. The energy ball in the boy's hand was crushed and exploded. His thin lips slightly raised, and he uttered two words lightly.

"Empty."

This is Zhenqing's self-created skill, which he figured out when he was playing with Zhai Nian a few years ago. It is a combination of space and thunder attributes.

When thousands of swords fell, the space began to gradually freeze. Wherever the thunder passed, all things were equal and turned to ashes.

A gigantic cage flashing with lightning began to appear around Jiang Yao, tightly encircling him. The light shattered, and deep purple and golden red lights bloomed in the air like fireworks and gradually dissipated.

The collision and fluctuation of this giant power can crush the people around into a meat patty, but fortunately, with the protection of Han Yunzhou and Qiu Bieyi, Gu Yuan and the others were basically not injured.

The intense white light stung everyone's eyes, and when they opened their eyes again, the outcome on the stage had already been decided.

The arena was barely maintained in its original state by Zhenqing's divine power, with one of the two men kneeling and the other standing.

Jiang Yao half-knelt on the ground, covering his chest and spitting out a mouthful of blood. He didn't have any injuries on his body, but he looked a little embarrassed.

Zhenqing stood in front of him, the whip in his hand turned into a slender sword and fell on the man's shoulder and neck. He stretched out his hand to the man, and the slender sword in his hand dissipated. The young man smiled lightly and raised his eyebrows slightly, "General Jiang, you lose."

The man wiped the blood from his lips and stood up with Zhenqing's strength, "I admit defeat sincerely, may Your Highness rest in peace!"

When Shuang Lian jumped in front of Zhen Qing, the arena was restored and everyone surrounded him.

Qiu Bieyi took the initiative to hit the man with the treatment, and he put his arm around Zhenqing's waist and asked for a stick.

"Wow! Your Highness is awesome!"

"Your Highness, can you give me an autograph?!"

"I even saw a dragon in the clouds! So cool!"

The most lively Yalai and Wei Yang jumped up and cheered first. Si Yan and others had shining eyes and chattered one after another, making a lot of noise. Zhen Qing blushed a little at their flattery and hurried to stop them.

"Okay, stop it!"

Jiang Yao and Han Yunzhou looked at each other and laughed. The man stepped forward and said, "Your Highness, we have an agreement."

Zhenqing recalled the skill that was as bright as the sun, with thousands of swords flashing with light and fire. It was very powerful. This was the most beautiful and strongest self-created skill Zhenqing had ever seen.

Light and fire mean hope. When both appear in the same person, it also means that he is favored by God.

"I know that you guys don't dare to name your children anything related to the word 'sun' because of the sun god, but the moment you used it, I saw the sun behind you."

"Light and fire merge, thousands of swords fire at the same time, and the sun shines brightly."

"Ten Thousand Swords - Light."

The boy's dark pupils turned into brilliant gold, and the rune on his forehead emitted a faint golden glow. He smiled and said, "Guangyao."

"The bright and dazzling light, the sun shining in the sky."

"how?"

Because of the existence of divine laws, whether they are humans or mutants, they will avoid using adjectives related to "sun" and "moon" when naming their own skills.

They have awe and respect for the gods they worship, which are out of reach and they dare not act rashly.

It is different when the god Zhenqing takes the initiative to give a name. This is not only a recognition, but also a blessing from the god.

Jiang Yao stood there in a daze, feeling the golden light radiating from his body, and even the tension that had been lingering for a long time loosened up.

He was almost knocked unconscious by this huge surprise. He thought it was just a name, but Zhenqing gave him an extra blessing.

Jiang Yao knelt subconsciously but was picked up by Zhen Qing. The young god said to him seriously, "Forget about kneeling. It's just a blessing."

"Jiang Yao, you should know what it means when light and fire appear on the same person at the same time."

Jiang Yao raised his eyes and looked at the god in front of him. He heard Him say, "Luck."

The man's heart skipped a beat and the pain was so severe that he almost couldn't breathe for a moment.

The boy's golden eyes were gentle and enchanting. "Light represents the inheritance of hope, and fire represents endless life."

This sentence was transmitted directly into Jiang Yao's mind. The young man just mentioned it briefly and did not say more.

But Jiang Yao knew what Zhenqing meant, and he was destined to sacrifice himself in this salvation.

God was telling him that He could save him, but the probability was only one in ten million. He could save him, just like he had a one in ten million chance of getting a trace of luck.

Karma and reincarnation, his actions today and the name bestowed by the gods are all destined, and are paving the way for everything in the future.

Everyone who can gather around Zhenqing has a bit of luck.

The man suppressed the complex feelings in his heart and smiled at Zhen Qing, "Thank you, Your Highness. I understand."

Jiang Yao is a smart man, so smart that Han Yunzhou even wants to push him to the position of chief, so he guessed Han Yunzhou's changes and the appearance of Jiang Yanyan very early.

He and Han Yunzhou were actually mortal enemies when they were young. He is a direct descendant of the Jiang family in the military. In addition, he is the only person with dual attributes of light and fire in the past hundred years. He is born with a weak resonance with the sun and is the only one who can bring people close to the temple and enter the outer forest. Therefore, he is destined to become a general in the military in the future.

Han Yunzhou is the heir to an aristocratic family and is pursuing a cabinet regime. He will probably compete for the chief position in the future. In a sense, the two of them inexplicably did not get along from the beginning.

But one day, the eighteen-year-old Han Yunzhou suddenly found himself, and they formed a team to complete missions frantically to skip a grade and graduate, and they entered the military together. He helped himself climb to the position of general after more than ten years of hard work, cleaned up the cabinet, eliminated the aristocratic families, opened up the black markets of the two countries, and set up a shocking situation with Zhai Yan, Gu Huai and others from the Mutant Empire.

Fifteen years ago, Jiang Yanyan fell into the temple and was thrown out by the fox spirit Qianyu. She happened to meet herself and Han Yunzhou who were taking a walk. This woman was careful and courageous, and acted decisively. She helped them open up the black markets of the two countries, socialize and win over aristocratic families, contain the military cabinet, and train Si Yan and others. All this was for today.

They are setting up the game, God is setting up the game, or perhaps it is the cycle of cause and effect that is setting up the game.

There is no one playing this chess game. It has been covered with dust for a long time and is full of cracks. When the chessboard is scattered, although everyone is a chess piece, no one is a discarded piece. No one can escape, and no one wants to accept his fate.

Everything is such a coincidence, these things cannot be explained or expressed, everything is arranged by the game, they were born into this game of salvation, it is a chessboard that cannot be seen through or solved, and no progress can be made.

And today, Zhenqing, the young god, is the only one who can break the impasse.

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(Isn’t it confusing? Hahahahahahahaha! I think it’s confusing too! So don’t use your brain! Let’s all go through it together!)

(Kuaiyuan is not coming back, Qingmei collapses while holding the keyboard.)

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(The author has gone crazy!)

(Good night.)