Chapter 181 How Much Blood

How vast was the blood volume of a behemoth whose head could compare to the entire British Isles?

Now, there was an answer.

Under the gaze of countless people, blood flowed like a waterfall from the high reaches of the atmosphere, surging against the current from the high heavens for who knew how many thousands or tens of thousands of meters.

The sheer volume of blood was like the Yangtze River flowing backward, piercing through eighty thousand meters of atmosphere and crashing onto the still-churning Pacific Ocean.

It dyed large swathes of seawater red, attracting countless fish, shrimp, and other creatures to compete for it.

The videos on everyone's phones were cut off at this moment, freezing on the pillar of blood that connected the sea and sky like a celestial column.

And on An Qisheng, who stood in the air eighty thousand meters high, his long sword slashing at nothing.

Whoosh~

The thin air currents at the high point of the atmosphere fluttered. An Qisheng lowered his sword to his side, allowing the giant serpent to drag the dimensional gate like a meteor breaking through the sky.

His gaze was fixed on the hideous snake head that fell into the boundless space.

The Nightmare Hydra possessed nine heads, but it did not truly have nine heads, but rather nine lives!

In the last instant of his horizontal sword slash, Russell decisively severed his head to survive, falling into the vast space.

"How long can a head survive in space?"

An Qisheng's gaze was deep.

He used the Qi Seed to merge with the star's magnetic field. To some extent, he was already the master of the stars, gathering the power of the Xuan Star into one sword, which could sever its head.

Even though Russell was mentally deranged, he had still keenly sensed the path to survival at the last moment. Space was a place that the star's magnetic field could not reach.

Whoosh~

As his thoughts turned, An Qisheng put away the Wang Quan sword, which was still somewhat eager to try.

He stepped into the air and left.

The multiple natural disasters caused by the Qi field's riot had not yet subsided, and further delays would cause even greater casualties.

Was it over?

Looking at the blacked-out phone screens, everyone was stunned. After such ups and downs, many people collapsed to the ground as if exhausted.

Some wept with joy, some fainted from the extreme emotions, and some roared and shouted. The entire world was in chaos.

But the governments of various countries, after their initial joy, were greatly regretful. If they had known there was such a move, they would never have done the stupid thing of sending out videos to inform everyone.

Therefore, while the war ended and everyone was still immersed in shock, joy, and frenzy, all countries were already operating at high speed, starting to clean up the mess left behind.

This included, but was not limited to, the activation of war preparations, notifications to various shelters, and the debris of countless anti-aircraft equipment, flying swords, and missiles.

And the wreckage of fighter jets that had been blown into the atmosphere and scattered around the world, and, nuclear bombs.

Especially nuclear bombs.

Because of the special nature of nuclear bombs, they would not be easily detonated, but nuclear bombs left unattended were a major event that could make everyone's scalp tingle.

If they fell into the hands of some terrorist organizations, the threat would be self-evident.

And local governments also launched rescue and disaster relief efforts as soon as possible.

The battle between the two in the atmosphere eighty thousand meters above the ground had already caused tsunamis, earthquakes, and volcanic eruptions in many places, and this was still under An Qisheng's control.

Otherwise, if the two had truly fought on the ground.

The Xuan Star might be fine after the battle, but humanity would be wiped out.

An Qisheng did not pursue, partly because a cornered beast would fight to the death, and partly because of this.

The Qi Seed had only initially replaced the star's magnetic field. Although he could use it, he could not yet fully control it. If he forcibly pursued in space, it was very likely to cause a chain reaction.

And after many arrangements, including the Golden Eagle Country and other major Western countries, had already simultaneously organized preparations to go to Da Xuan.

To visit the leaders of Da Xuan,

And that one who had slashed through the air with a single sword, making himself impossible for all individuals, forces, and even countries to ignore—Mr. An.

......

Xing City under the dawn had few lights.

Under the howling wind that swept through like a typhoon, the streets were a mess. The people of Xing City, who had never seen such a storm, said they simply dared not go out.

"Qi Qi he......"

Looking through the window at the city under the dawn, which looked like a young girl who had been frantically ravaged by a strong man, An's mother was a little worried and a little incredulous.

Everyone wanted their son to become a dragon, but this......

"Should be, fine......"

An Jianzhong hunched his back to comfort his wife, his rough face also carrying a trace of dreaminess.

He had never dreamed that in just five years, his son would have gone from a sickly patient who had been issued a critical illness notice by several major hospitals to a great master who could fight that monster above the atmosphere.

He did know that An Qisheng had been seeking immortals and visiting Daoists, but, but even the legendary immortals, were not this powerful, right?

The battle tens of thousands of meters above the Pacific Ocean in the atmosphere, the resulting hurricane almost destroyed Xing City, thousands of miles away. What terrifying power was this?

His own son, had become an immortal?

Even though this was his own son, An Jianzhong could not accept it for a while.

Not to mention An's mother, who had never even left the province in her life.

Buzz~

At this time, the phone on the table rang.

An Jianzhong frowned, picked up the phone, and as soon as he answered, a burst of heavy breathing came from the other end: "Old An, hurry up!"

"Old Jia, speak if you have something to say, what are you panting for?"

An Jianzhong frowned.

He had been an law enforcement officer for decades, of course he knew what a big reaction his son's affairs would cause, I am afraid that even his aunts and cousins had been thoroughly investigated.

"Get ready, many bigwigs from above are coming to Xing City, all to see you? Secretary Li is leading them, they should arrive by dawn!"

The voice on the other end of the phone spoke in a low voice.

"Secretary Li is leading the way?"

An Jianzhong's heart jumped.

He then realized that he was thinking too low. What level of bigwigs could make Secretary Li personally lead the way before dawn?

"People from Xuan Jing!"

An Jianzhong's heart suddenly tensed, and he responded in a deep voice: "I will go to meet them immediately."

"Don't!"

The voice on the other end of the phone almost got stuck, and after catching his breath, he said: "If you go out to meet them, wouldn't you be selling me out? Besides, they are visiting you, what are you meeting?"

He hung up the phone.

An Jianzhong was still in a daze. Vaguely, he could guess that his treatment was about to be upgraded again.

The reason why he said again was because his treatment had already been upgraded several times.

But this was not because of his own ability, but because of his own son.....

......

A certain base in the Northwest.

Bai Hu and Xu Hongyun walked into the hall in a daze.

The hall was empty, without a single person, only the rustling sound of some instruments. Bai Hu looked around, watching expressionlessly, two lines of hot tears silently sliding down his cheeks:

"My brothers, I'm back, I'm back......"

Qing Long was dead,

Qing Niao was dead,

Wang Zhixuan was dead,

Jiang Shili was dead,

Qiu Niu was dead,

Ya Zi was dead.

Chu Fan was dead,

Feng Mingtao was dead......

Of the seven high-level members of the Special Affairs Bureau, only he was left, and of the dozens of experts above Huajin in the Special Affairs Bureau, only a few, such as Xu Hongyun, were left.

No one who launched a death charge in the Pacific Ocean survived.

The out-of-control fighter jets crashed into the sea and the ground at supersonic speeds from the atmosphere. No one could survive under the mutual collisions.

Whether it was Chu Fan and Feng Mingtao, who had already learned the true inheritance of the Wang Quan Dao, or Qing Long, who had just caught a glimpse of divinity and was about to step into it.

Everyone, was dead.

Only those like him who were on missions outside and did not have time to rush back, survived.

Endless sorrow filled his heart for a time. In an instant, Bai Hu felt his mind being emptied, knelt on the ground, hammering the cold ground with his fists, making a beast-like wail at the end of the road:

"Ah! Ah! Ah!!!"

Xu Hongyun, the mumbling old Daoist, also slumped to the ground, his face ashen, extremely sad.

He had joined the Special Affairs Bureau for almost twenty years, and their friendship was deep. How could he not be sad and grieved.

Bang~

Bang bang~

Bai Hu heavily hammered the ground, the shiny ground was blown out with spider web-like cracks, the flying soil and rocks triggered sharp alarm sounds.

He wanted so much to hear Qing Long's scolding, Qiu Niu's comfort, Qing Niao's ridicule......

But no.

All the Special Affairs Bureau members who came, all took off their hats and stood with their hands down, looking at Bai Hu who was going crazy with a painful expression.

"Bai Hu, Qing Long left you a final email, do you want to watch it?"

It was not until Bai Hu cried until his voice was hoarse and his whole person was as if dehydrated, that Ying Long's voice sounded from the hall.

Artificial intelligence had no sad emotions, its voice was as before, without the slightest change.

"Qing Long left an email? Why didn't you say so earlier?"

Xu Hongyun wiped his nose and stood up.

Crying was always the best way to vent, he hadn't cried like this for decades, and the depression in Xu Hongyun's heart dissipated a lot.

"According to the records in the database, people's sadness needs to be vented rather than suppressed, one hour is just right, less will not be completely vented, more will hurt the mind."

Ying Long's voice did not change.

Bai Hu wiped his tears, stood up, and his whole person seemed to be several years older in an instant: "Transmit it to me."

Buzz~

In less than a second, a picture had appeared in Bai Hu's retina.

It was inside the fighter jet driven by Qing Long.

"You don't understand anything about the Special Affairs Bureau, and I don't need to say anything more."

Qing Long's voice was echoing in Bai Hu's heart: "I joined the army at sixteen and the Special Affairs Bureau at thirty-four. I can be considered worthy of the country in this life. The only one I'm sorry for is my daughter.

Let her lose her mother, and now, even this dispensable father is gone......"

"She is very good at mathematics, and has won thirteen awards in various competitions, three firsts, six seconds, four thirds.......”

This was the first time Bai Hu had heard the gentleness and a trace of nagging in Qing Long's voice:

"After twenty years of acquaintance, I ask you for one last thing, help me take care of my daughter. I have accumulated more than three million over the years, you take it, and give it to her as a dowry when she gets married......"

The final Qing Long, seemed nagging, and did not make any work-related explanations, every word was about his daughter.

Making Bai Hu couldn't help but feel sour in his heart.

"Qing Long......"

Bai Hu sighed in disappointment.

There were not a few dreamers in the Special Affairs Bureau, and Ying Long also mastered the most advanced technology, which could monitor in real time, and hypnotize all the dreamers at the last moment.

Let them completely enter the Wang Quan dreamland.

But Qing Long, was not a dreamer!

"Qing Long, may not be dead."

At this time, Ying Long's voice sounded again.

"What?"

Xu Hongyun suddenly raised his head and looked at the red flashing camera: "How could he not be dead?"

Falling on the sea surface at supersonic speed from tens of thousands of meters high, how could he still be alive?

And in fact, the instrument used to monitor Qing Long's heart rate, had also stopped beating.

"You said, Wang Quan dreamland?"

Bai Hu, whose eyes were red, narrowed his eyes.

"According to the comparison and analysis of many dreamers, Qing Long has all the conditions to become a dreamer. The reason why he has not been able to become one is not because Qing Long has mastered the most advanced hypnosis on Xuan Star......"

Numerous data flowed like a waterfall, and Ying Long summarized the conclusion: "It is because he, is a dreamless person."

"Dreamless person?"

The corners of Bai Hu's mouth twitched.

After becoming a dreamer, like other dreamers, he browsed a lot of books about dreams, and also gained a lot of understanding of dreams.

Not everyone dreams.

As far as he knew, there were two types, one was patients with mental illnesses, and the other was groups with low intelligence.

Qing Long's IQ was naturally not a problem.

Then......

.......

Whoosh~

An Qisheng sat cross-legged on the clouds and drifted with the waves. He held the Wang Quan sword in his hand, and the Qi field surged like a tide, calming the changes in the sky and the geological disasters caused by the changes in the Qi field.

Destruction was always easier than aftermath, even though An Qisheng could sense the entire star's Qi field in an instant, it was not until the sun was high above the Pacific Ocean.

That he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flowing down.

Below the clouds, was a hideous snake body that even the Pacific Ocean could not submerge, and that dimensional gate.