Almighty Game System

After Long Zhan joined the army at the age of 17, he was directly admitted by the Gyeonggi Defense Team. In two years, he became a famous super soldier king in the whole army. He trained in the White Bear Special Forces Training Base in the Far North for three years. A member of the national security special operations team, he only met the old man in the red building, which represented the center of China's power, on his first day in national security.

Although there are occasional overlaps in missions on weekdays, there has never been any language communication. This seems a bit unfair to a soldier who gives his whole body and mind to Huaxia, but this is the education Long Zhan received.

Even so, when Mao Zhijun said that he would be interested in these two lunatics with mud legs, Long Zhan felt a little sour in his heart, walked up to Le Xuan and Xia Tian and sat down cross-legged, and walked from Le Xuan's hand unceremoniously. He knocked out a cigarette from his cigarette case, lit it in his mouth, took a deep breath, let the smoke fully travel in his lungs, and then gently exhaled a faint puff of smoke.

"Captain Long, is something wrong with you?" Seeing Long Zhan's preoccupied look, Le Xuan and Xia Tian looked at each other with some doubts in their hearts.

"It's nothing." Long Zhan said with a smile: "After the matter here, go to Yanjing with me?"

"What are you going to do?" Le Xuan frowned with vigilance on his face, "Can't we go?"

"That one wants to see you." Long Zhan shrugged and said, "It's up to you whether you want to go or not."

"Which one?" Le Xuan asked suspiciously, "Which one?"

"You mean, that one?" Xia Tian stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky, a little unsure: "The one in the red building?"

Long Zhan didn't speak, got up and extinguished the cigarette butt, turned around and walked to the battlefield. At this time, Ding Xiu had already chopped down the injured human face tree, and it could be used as firewood at any time. Lying decapitated on the ground and twitching, the two Shikigami onmyoji knelt on the ground with dispirited expressions, their faces full of disbelief.

The horror in Tu Yumen Zuoxiang's heart was like a stormy sea. He never expected that the so-called Huaxia monks would be so powerful. The Five Elements Imperial Spirit Formation that he had immersed in for more than ten years was declared broken in minutes, and the distance from defeat seemed to be getting closer and closer. It's getting closer.

The dark-faced Long Zhan suddenly entered the battlefield, and the corners of Tuyumen's left minister couldn't help but twitched. He bit the bullet and manipulated the snow girl to meet him. He still had a little fantasy in his heart, trying to seize this guy who looked like a leader as a The hostages change their lives for themselves and their men.

The slender snow girl Tingting walked towards Long Zhan, her white and slender hands seemed to be slowly stretching towards Long Zhan's throat, the sudden drop in temperature made Long Zhan's movements somewhat sluggish, it seemed that he would be able to get this idiot right away When the guy who sent him to death was caught, Tuo Yumen Zuoxiang had not had time to show a smug smile, and from the corner of his vision, he suddenly noticed a strange mocking smile on the corner of Ding Xiu's mouth.

"No!" Tsuchimikado Zuoxiang's heart shrank suddenly, and the pupils of his eyes widened as he watched Yukino being torn into pieces by Long Zhan, and disappeared into the sky in an instant. Unknowingly.

"Pfft!" Tuo Yumen Zuo Xiangru was severely injured, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and a bright red mist of blood spewed out in the darkness.

"Boss, you're stealing business!" Ding Xiu kicked on the Daocheng Temple Bell and made a dull ringing sound. Daocheng Temple Bell's huge body rolled and fell into the distance. The master's body trembled, and when the Daocheng Temple bell finally stopped the castration, the unlucky onmyoji collapsed on the ground with a pale face.

"Stop talking nonsense, end the battle, and return to Yanjing." Long Zhan walked towards the left minister of Tu Yumen who was slumped and slumped on the ground expressionlessly, and a dagger long in the palm of his hand quietly appeared in Long Zhan's hand.

At this time, there was a loud noise outside the factory, the sharp siren was mixed with the sharp Sun Mandarin, and the slight sound of soldiers pulling the bolt of the gun could be heard vaguely.

"The big rat is here." Long Zhan sneered, seeing Tuyumen Zuoxiang with a relieved look, he said disdainfully: "You think they can save you? I am very responsible to tell you, you are thinking a little too much. "

"No, you can't kill me!" Seeing Long Zhan raising his dagger, Tuyumen Zuoxiang finally showed a look of panic, and said in a panic: "I am the young master of the Tuyumen family, if you kill me... ··”

Before he finished speaking, Long Zhan raised his knife and dropped it, the blade as thin as a cicada's wing fluttered across the throat of Zuoxiang Tuoyumen, leaving a thin line of blood. Seeing the blood overflowing in this line, Tuyu Yumen Zuoxiang let out a gasping sound of "Hehe", his eyes widened in disbelief, and he tried to stop the flow of blood by covering the wound on his neck, but it was all in vain.

Feeling the disappearance of life force, Tsuchimikado Zuoxiang felt an emotion called regret, regretting why he volunteered to come to China for the sake of taking credit, regretting why he was so conceited, regretting too many things, but there was nothing The egg is used, and finally immersed in the boundless darkness...

Thousands of miles away, in a shrine deep in the mountains on the main island of the Sun Kingdom, dozens of jade plaques of various colors were neatly placed beside a wall. Fragments fell to the ground with a soft rustling sound.

The face of the old man in black sitting cross-legged in front of this wall suddenly changed, he stood up abruptly, looked towards Huaxia with his muddy eyes, and murmured: "Can't you escape the curse of fate in the end..."

Zuo Xiang of Tu Yumen opened his eyes wide open, full of resentment towards the host Ye Kong, but Long Zhan didn't even look at him, and walked directly to the other four onmyojis, impatiently said: "Ding Xiu, your actions too slow."

"Boss, I haven't played enough yet!" Ding Xiu hurriedly took out a small apricot-colored cloth bag from her body, and muttered for a while, the small cloth bag floated in the air and quickly expanded, covering the remaining four styles God put it straight into the bag.

When the bulging little cloth bag landed in Ding Xiu's hand, it returned to its shriveled appearance, as if there was nothing in it, and after the shikigami was put into the small cloth bag, the four onmyojis suddenly cried out in agony before Long Zhan raised his sword. Screaming and scratching his body vigorously, leaving bloodstains that were deep enough to be seen on the bone, and after a while, there was no sound.

"Pack up your things, let's go." Long Zhan turned around and walked out, passing by Le Xuan and Xia Tian, ​​he picked up the two stunned guys.

"Let's go now?" Le Xuan came back to his senses, and broke away from Long Zhan's pincer-like hands.

"Let's go now!" Long Zhan's answer was firm: "Go back to Yanjing."