The Glorious Summoner

The subway derailed and overturned in the tunnel has been twisted and covered with dust.

　　 Glass shards, as well as various discarded debris, were scattered on both sides of the subway track, which had been deformed.

Xia Ping’an even saw a few highly decomposed bone corpses with a foul smell. They were held down by a section of the subway car and no one cleaned them. Two corpses stretched out their hands from under the car. Before dying, he wanted to Grab something...

On the wall of the tunnel, you can see dripping dripping dripping from time to time. In this deadly place, the sound of the dripping dripping is a bit grim. In the air here, there is a layer of gloomy cold. The chill makes people stand upright.

　　 In this place where there is no light in the daytime, let alone ordinary people, even those gang members will be scared when they come here.

Xia Pingan could see things clearly in this dark subway tunnel, but there was no light. He waved his hand gently and summoned a group of fireflies. The green fireflies flashed and floated behind Xia Pingan’s body. , Immediately let the surrounding light up.

Xia Ping'an sighed lightly and threw a few fireballs. The fireballs fell on the highly decomposed corpses and cremated the corpses. Then he stretched out his hand and took out the requiem banner, which was gently shaken. A little bit of brilliance was scattered on the corpses.

"Heaven's heart is kind and kind, and the body is mellow with gold. It's difficult to separate, repeated ups and downs. Return to the ancestor nature, deep fortune. You can extract gold from the wood, remove the wood from the wood, and stop each other. The spirit becomes a wandering soul, and the master is in one heart. The trace is hard to find. It is obvious from nothing, through the past and the present. Resurrection of the soul, soul victory, ghosts and gods, go to heaven..."

As Xia Ping’an gently sang this ancient ballad in a low tone of vicissitudes of life, a few faint figures appeared around Xia Ping’an, and those few people smiled with relief on their faces. After a peaceful salute, the light and shadow faded and then disappeared.

　　 As the light and shadow of those few people disappeared, the chill in the tunnel seemed to be a lot less suddenly.

Xia Ping’an put away the requiem banners and continued to walk towards the front of the tunnel. This dark and deep tunnel was spread all over the underground of Paris, like a huge maze, isolated from the world, and something seemed to be hidden. Back then, France The military once cleared away magic rats and some space-invading creatures underground, and some of the tunnels have been bombed. .

On both sides of the tunnel, Xia Ping’an saw many caves that were dug out. Those caves were not like people dug out by machinery, but more like dug out by hand. On the ground of the tunnel, you can see large bullet shells from time to time. , There are large bullet holes on the wall.

　　 The blessed **** boy followed Sasha, Xia Ping'an didn't believe that guy could run away.

After walking in the tunnel for more than half an hour, Xia Ping'an showed a faint smile on his face. With a move of his hand, the light flashed, and the long sword that engraved the sword was summoned by him. It appeared in his hand for more than ten seconds. Later, a little blood-red light appeared in the darkness in front, and there was a rustling noise from the ground of the tunnel. In the darkness, more than twenty ferocious rats appeared in front of Xia Ping’an, blocking his way. Little by little is approaching him.

　　 Bloody eyes, separated teeth, still the same!

　　 It has been a long time since I saw this kind of thing. When I saw it again, Xia Ping'an was rather kind.

　　 Xia Ping'an smiled...

　　 A demon mouse rushed towards Xia Ping'an, with its sharp teeth biting Xia Ping'an's neck directly.

The long sword stabbed out, and a sword cut half of the head of the magic mouse, killing it instantly. Before the magic mouse fell, Xia Ping’an had already received the magic mouse in his own spatial warehouse—these things just happened to be able to be refined. Make a little pill, don't waste it.

The magic rat behind rushed towards Xia Ping’an, Xia Ping’an rushed forward, the long sword flashed through the darkness with a cold brilliance, the orange coat was fluttering, under Xia’an’s rapid rushing in, with the sound of hunting wind, Draw freehand and harsh lines.

　　 When the brilliance dissipated, all the more than 20 magic rats in front of them disappeared, as if they had never appeared before.

　　 Kills, income space, all in one go.

Xia Pingan continued to walk forward, and after another two or three kilometers, a complicated underground crossing appeared here. This is a completely abandoned subway hub station. There are two underground passages here, with different tunnels leading to different channels. Seven directions.

If most people come here, they must be blind, but Xia Ping'an just smiled coldly, and the long sword in his hand turned into a flash of lightning, like a javelin, it flew out violently, and did not enter behind the abandoned subway platform. On one wall.

　　 The long sword was inserted halfway into the wall, buzzing and shaking, and then, where the blade was inserted, a burst of blood appeared in the blink of an eye.

　　 "Boom..." The wall shattered all at once.

　　 The figure of the boss of the doomsday gang, Sasha, emerged from behind the shattered wall, and the long sword that Xia Ping flew out hit his heart.

He held the long sword in both hands and walked out step by step. His eyes were blood-red and his face was hideous. As he walked out, he pulled the long sword out of his heart, vomiting blood in his mouth, and then, Sasha's fleshy body was like As if being split apart by something, from head to toe, it shattered little by little and turned into a void skin, like a python shed its skin, falling to the ground, a monster stretched out from his body little by little, and finally It turned into a monster more than three meters high, with a row of protruding bone spurs on the spine, with a hideous face, a long tail more than one meter long, resting on the ground, and its head like a flattened spindle-like monster running across it.

　　 The monster was covered with black scales, and the scales were disgusting slime. The monster's huge mouth was open, it was two feet long, and its mouth was full of sharp teeth like files.

　　 "Roar..." The monster roared at Xia Ping'an, and the terrifying voice echoed throughout the subway station, carrying a fishy wind.

　　 The monster more than three meters high, compared to Luo An's figure, is like a giant, standing in front of Xia Ping An, waving those pliers-like forelimbs, full of oppression, eager to try.

　　 "A complete brain-eating worm... as expected... a person with the eyes of the devil... really all-pervasive..." Xia Ping'an shook his head slightly as he looked at the incarnation of the monster.

　　 The brain-eating worm rushed towards Xia Ping'an with a terrifying aura.

Xia Pingan didn’t bother to move, but stepped on the ground, and a flame rolled out from the ground like ripples, spreading towards the surroundings centered on Xia Pingan. There were no dead ends, no gaps, in the air, on the ground, and There is underground, there is only one thing-fire...

　　……

　　 After a second, everything is over.

　　 The complete brain-eating worm has disappeared, but there is a little more dust on the ground.

　　 More than twenty meters away, an abandoned vending machine turned into dark red molten iron, which was slowly flowing on the ground, and the high temperature on the surrounding ground was slowly fading...

　　 The sudden flame and high temperature just now seemed to have never appeared before.

　　 "Come on..." Xia Pingan clapped his hands relaxedly, immediately returned to the subway station and returned to the ground.

　　……

　　 came out of the subway station and came to the street outside. The Arc de Triomphe not far away, as a landmark of Paris, was very clear.

Although 　　 is a different earth, some things have huge inertia, exactly the same.

　　 Paris tonight, after the violent uproar, seemed unusually quiet.

　　 "Come out, you followed me here from People's Square, don't hide it..." Xia Ping'an said to the surroundings.

After Xia Ping'an said these words, behind him, under the shadow of a street corner, a shadow writhed and walked out of the shadow. He had long black hair, black eyes, and flaming red lips. The skin was as white as snow. , Black leather windbreaker, long boots, curvy figure, and holster on the thigh, beautiful and spicy, and he still has the breath of a three-dimensional summoner.

　　 Xia Ping’an found out before. The reason why he let this woman follow is because the face of this woman makes him a little familiar and thinks of a friend.

　　 "Your Excellency took action tonight and rescued the Chinese community in District 11. How do you call it?" the woman asked directly in Chinese.

Xia Pingan glanced at the woman's face, and she looked more and more alike. This woman not only looks alike, but also has the same temperament. She is cold and arrogant. He did not answer the woman's question, but directly asked, "You can My name is Luo An!"

　　 Luo An~www.readwn.com~ This name is very unfamiliar, and it hasn’t stopped at all. It’s impossible for a strong person at this level to remain unknown. Is it a pseudonym?

　　 The female summoner who just appeared was thinking about Xia Ping's next question, but her face changed directly.

　　 "By the way, are you surnamed Fang?"

　　 A look of surprise flashed in the woman's eyes, "Ah, how do you know?"

　　 Xia Pingan almost couldn't help but patted his head. He continued to ask, "Do you still have a younger sister named Fang Lingshan?"

　　 The woman's heart was shaken, this Luo An actually knew her sister, she was even more puzzled, "Who are you, how do you know about me?"

　　 "You haven't answered my question yet?"

　　 Out of awe of Xia Ping’s strength, the woman took a deep breath and calmed down her emotions, “Yes, I have a sister named Fang Lingshan, and my name is Fang Lingqi. You know my sister?”

　　 "Uh...heard of it!"

　　 Xia Ping’an smiled bitterly, the earth is too small, and he did not expect that Fang Lingshan actually has a sister, and she was in Paris, who had been guarding the Chinese community in the 11th arrondissement of Paris.

heard about it? Fang Lingyan looked at Xia Ping'an with doubts. He could clearly hear the perfunctory words in Xia Ping'an's words. He just heard of his sister, and he could recognize him. A deceit, this person should be with him. My sister is very familiar, so I can recognize it from her own face, but it's strange that Lingshan has never said that she still knows such a strong person.