This is not the first war Li Tomb has ever seen, but it is definitely the cruelest time. With the development of modern technology, war has become an aesthetic. If we do not calculate the long list of deaths, every interstellar war is as beautiful as an epic movie.

If you have to use one sentence to describe modern warfare, then you can only kill people without blood.

And here, this battle to create gods is completely different.

Blood, a lot of blood, was shocking, so that the original bright red color became a little purple and black.

The corpse, either bronze, cooked yellow, tall and thin, short, fat, strong, or thin, were soaked in blood like smelly pork, but it was strangely not dyed bright red, but was eccentric with a strange pale color.

It's like their lives are so pale.

The chess piece that Li Tomb held in his hand was difficult to fall. The cliff, the green pine, the misty tea soup, the idle clouds and wild cranes seemed to have changed color and looked like a blanket.

Zhu San, the winged man, did not urge him. He looked at the soldiers of the two armies below who were seeking death with interest, let out a long sigh and said to Li Tomb: "When I presided over the Battle of the Gods for the First Time, I was also shocked. These natives are indeed eye-opening in killing."

"Baron Xunluo is a little uncomfortable. Although it was difficult when we fought World War II, we were afraid that we rarely saw such scenes of swords 8 long, wind 8 literature and 8 science, ww♀≡□t knife sealing the throat, blood splattering five steps, bleeding thousands of miles, and corpses hiding millions of corpses."

Li Tomb was silent for a moment, and a son fell down, with a distant tone, "It's indeed the first time I have seen such a scene, and it's quite shocking."

"Haha. Actually, that's the case. Three hundred billion people died in World War II. Any small battle is ten times more than this one. However, now the technology has become much more wise and less bloody. Instead, it makes people lose their respect for life."

"It's the same thing that tramples on life. One knife can only kill one person, but one gun can kill more than ten people. But the former makes people feel savage and fierce, while the latter is the most civilized. It's the same."

Yi Ren Zhu San shook his head indifferently, looked at the chessboard, and smiled, "You have taken a wrong step."

As he said, Zhu San of Yiren was not in a hurry to make a move again. He reached out and touched the red furnace beside him. The fire was already light and dark. He shook the tea soup in the shaker. There was not much left. He stood up and said, "The tea soup is gone. Baron Xunluo, why not, let's go here today. This chess. Let's play it tomorrow?"

Li Tomb glanced at Zhu San in the Wing, and suddenly smiled and said, "Your Viscount is worried that I can't stand this bloody scene?"

Zhu San smiled but said nothing. Li Ton's eyes flashed, "I just don't love tea, I just love wine. And you don't think it's much more interesting to drink wine with war than drinking tea."

Zhu San, the winged man, was stunned for a moment, then nodded and laughed, "It's interesting. Haha. It's really interesting. It's true that drinking tea is a bit sensible. People of our generation should naturally drink alcohol. It's definitely a different experience when using war to drink wine."

Yiren Zhusan clapped his hands. Soon a bald man jumped onto the cliff silently. Yiren Zhusan stretched out his hand and said, "Go, come over with my good wine."

The bald man's eyes flashed and he nodded, and quickly passed through the mountains like a tiger going down the mountain, landing behind the army. In a short while, the bald man ran back with a large wine jar worth hundreds of kilograms.

With a bang, the wine jar fell to the ground and the cliff shook. The winged man Zhusan reached out and grabbed it. The seal on the wine jar was directly lifted open. A misty wine fragrance immediately emanated, and even the bloody smell floating from the battlefield was diluted a little, or it was not diluted, but the smell of wine and blood blended together, and turned into a spicy smell like fire.

"Come on. This wine is brewed in ancient ways, and it is the most mellow. What do Baron Xunluo think?"

Zhusan, the winged man, stretched out his hand and pointed. In the wine jar, a stream of wine immediately fell into his mouth like a clear spring. He swallowed it in big mouths, and the wine splashed everywhere. He seemed to have suddenly changed from a fairy-like person to a heroic man who eats meat and drinks.

Li Tomb's face twitched, and he also stretched out his hand and another gulp of wine in the wine tank was stirred up, falling into Li Tomb's mouth like a spring water. The spicy taste mixed with the smell of blood in the air was immediately a turbulence that burned the whole body.

A trace of fierceness flashed in Li Tun's eyes instantly, as if he was drunk and was about to kill someone, but this emotion quickly subsided. Li Tun's face was expressionless, and he opened his mouth, and the wine fell down. Li Tun swallowed in big mouths, no longer looking at the war below, but just using the alcohol to soothe his somewhat tense nerves.

Zhu San, the Yiren, was not willing to be outdone. He seemed to be fighting with Li Tomb. You sipped in one sip, I sipped in one sip, and a jar of strong wine. In just a moment, most of them had already left.

The sound of the war drums below became louder and louder, and the war was in full swing, and it had reached a point of intense heat. Almost every second, someone was killed, and then he was trampled in the blood that had gathered into the stream, just like a pig or a dog. In less than a moment, he could no longer see it.

Truman was stained with blood, and the long sword in his hand was cold. He killed several people under the sword. At this moment, he suddenly stopped fighting and looked down. He looked at the blood that seemed to be rising higher and higher. He asked in a low voice: "What are those two immortals doing?"

"I used to drink tea and chess, but now I'm drinking."

Truman had no expression on his face, but he was sad and could not speak.

This battle of the Gods was killed because of the two of them, and they were killed in a sea of ​​corpses and blood, but for the two of them, they were probably just a dish to serve.

"Since you have made this dish, then prepare it. You can continue fighting and I will go back to the city to take a look."

After giving the order lightly, Trumen retreated and headed towards Su Huo City not far away, and fell into the city. After a while, he held a jade box in his hands, stood up with a sword, and ran towards the cliff.

"Um?"

Zhu San's face was a little rosy, and his eyes were filled with drunkenness. He turned around and saw Trumenzi who was coming with a jade box on his sword. He smiled and said to Li Tomb, "Your extraordinary treasure is here."

Li Ton looked expressionless and looked at him in his eyes, wondering if he could do so.

"I've seen two immortals."

Trumen bowed his head, then fell respectfully to Li Tomb, knelt on the ground, and presented the jade box with both hands, "The treasure has been made, so I will offer it to the immortal."

Li Tomb looked expressionless, glanced at Trumenzi and said lightly: "You have the heart. Let go of things."

Truman lowered his head, "The Supreme Immortal has nothing to know. This alien treasure is extremely spiritual. I am afraid that the Supreme Immortal can only subdue it."

"This is interesting, let's take a look."

Yi Ren Zhusan's eyes flashed, and he reached out to grab it, holding the jade box in his hand. Truman lowered his head and said nothing, and Li Tomb was a little concerned, but when Yi Ren Zhusan opened the jade box, Li Tomb and Yi Ren Zhusan exclaimed lightly at the same time, a little moved.

As soon as the jade box was opened, blood immediately soared into the sky. With a stern sound, the things in the jade box immediately turned into a blood light and were about to soar into the sky. The winged man Zhu San stretched out his hand and pressed it open, breaking the blood light, and a trace of blood burst out from his fingertips, and then he grabbed the things in the jade box in his hand.

But it was a bright red armor, as thin as a cicada's wing, with patterns flowing like blood vessels, like living creatures. The most special thing is the energy fluctuations rippling on the armor, which are extremely eye-catching.

"This thing..."

The winged man Zhu San's eyes flashed, and he grabbed the bright red armor and was reluctant to let go. He even sat upright for a few minutes, showing his importance.

"The Supreme Immortal Mingjian, this extraordinary treasure, called the Blood Immortal War Armor, was refined with mixed blood of 7,700,000 people..."

Truman explained in a low voice, but before he could speak, he was interrupted by Zhusan, the Winged Man, "Okay, you don't need to explain."

After scolding, Zhusan, the winged man, looked at Li Tomb, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Your Excellency, are you willing to give up?"

Li Tomb looked at Zhu San, the Winged Man, and thought in his heart. He could only see that the so-called Blood Immortal Armor had broken through the scope of ordinary Armor. Perhaps the technological content was simply rough, but it had deviated from the definition of matter and almost became an energy Armor.

The most amazing thing is that the energy fluctuations emitted on the Blood Immortal Armor are completely different from the electromagnetic force and mental power he mastered. In Trumanzi's words, it is probably the most yin blood power.

But in his opinion, it may be related to the weak interaction force among the four basic forces. However, he has never been in contact with it and cannot be sure whether it is.

However, looking at the appearance of the Winged Man Zhu San, the Blood Immortal Armor must have a wonderful place.

"King. You'd better take this Blood Immortal Armor, it should be related to the weak interaction force. It's amazing. These natives don't understand what technology is at all, and they can actually create such armor with pure single energy. As long as I get it, analyze and transform it, I can create a new armor for you."

The sound of the sky net sounded softly in Li Tou's ears, as if he was attracted by the Blood Immortal Armor.

Li Tomb pondered for a moment, looked at Zhu San, and then looked at Trumanzi, who had been lowering his head. He was a little surprised. It was a pity that the playful guy of the Red Mutant Parrot was not here, otherwise he could know what idea Trumanzi was thinking.

After thinking about this, it was a long story, but in fact it took only a few seconds. Li Ton's eyes flashed and he smiled and said, "Haha. Since you like it, you can just take it away."

Zhu San, the Winged Man, was immediately overjoyed, "Thank you, then."

Trumen knelt down on the ground, lowered his head, and listened to the laughter of Li Tomb and Zhu San, a hint of disappointment flashed in his heart, but his face was silent and continued: "This Blood Immortal Armor was refined with the power of blood, so the blood power of it would pass away. Please ask the immortal to refine it as soon as possible to avoid the Blood Immortal Armor being unwilling to the heaven and earth."

Li Tomb's heart moved, thinking that Trumanzi seemed to be interesting, but Zhu San, the Winged Man, nodded, "No, I didn't expect you to have some vision. This Blood Immortal Armor is indeed not easy to be exposed for a long time." (To be continued...)
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