Chapter 307 God's Golden Gun

Ling Lan and Dors are separated. There can't be no one to manage the city. He has ordered Dors to manage these millions of people, and he has to be busy practicing to compete for the position of archbishop three months later.

"Sure enough, there is someone."

Ling Lan is in the sky, and his vision can clearly see the combined area of hundreds of large houses. He can feel whether there is anyone in those streets and alleys.

"Be careful!" Ling Lan found a man with a little girl, but a blood demon suddenly jumped out from behind them and was about to jump on the little girl.

At that critical moment, Ling Lan emitted a strong murderous spirit and hit the blood demon.

The blood demon excitedly opened his mouth and was about to bite the little girl's white neck, but was shot by the shocking murderous spirit behind him. His body suddenly softened and his whole body fell to the ground weakly.

"Ah..."

Then, a sad scream came from the mouth of the blood demon. Ling Lan was just afraid that his murderous spirit could not save the situation, so he killed the blood demon's life with a split soul at the same time.

The man and the little girl, the cry of the blood demon, mixed together, and the dead city became less quiet.

"Where are you going?"

"You...who are you? Don't come here!"

"Mom! I want to find my mother! Whoo..."

The man nervously hugged the little girl and retreated, and the little girl cried with fear. Ling Lan felt that they seemed to be looking for the little girl's mother. Without saying a word, she put them in the bracelet and continued to fly forward.

On the way, Ling Lan saw many aimless people who were alone and rescued them one by one. According to Doles, those who fled to find their relatives went out from Natan City to Terry City in the west. Because the road between the two cities is very spacious and flat. Moreover, they were rescued near the two cities.

There is a large area of tens of thousands of miles of green grassland between Natan City and Terry City, which has now become the dividing line between the eastern and western continents.

An hour later, Ling Lan finally saw the once desirable natural grassland, and now, the green grass and plants everywhere have withered and turned into a black death zone.

Ling Lan fell from the city, where there were some people walking casually on the street. Some of them seemed to still live in the city and live with their previous life.

Dozens of people gathered sadly and walked out to the west gate. Ling Lan stood behind them and looked around for a moment. Almost all the people here survived when the magic came, and some were rescued by them.

"Ah! The devil! Come on!"

Suddenly, there was a scream in front of him. Before Ling Lan could see it all, he hurried forward. He surpassed dozens of people in front of him and found that there was still a group of people running behind in a panic under the gate. As they ran, they screamed as if they saw something very terrible.

After they dispersed, they saw a dark object crawling on the ground moving slowly. His clothes were ragged and almost close to his skin. Under the raised dirty hair, a pair of bloody eyes shot out a grudgery, which made people unconsciously look at them at a glance. Just jittering.

No wonder those ordinary people will be scared away after seeing him. Ling Lan fell next to him and looked at it curiously. This is obviously a person, but I don't know what happened to make him look like a ghost now.

The strange man suddenly stopped when he saw Ling Lan falling from the sky and stared at him without blinking. The two looked at each other for a few seconds, and the strange man's throat sounded first. He seemed to have not spoken for a long time. He coughed violently a few times, and then opened his mouth and said to Ling Lan, "You... teach me... teach me to practice..."

"Brother, let's go quickly. It's so horrible here. I don't want to live a life where I can't see the sun."

"Okay, let's go. I won't look at it. This man is really disgusting!"

Some onlookers next to him came over curiously and pointed out. Some of them took a look and turned around and walked to the city gate.

Two twenty-year-old men walked to the front. Behind the house on both sides of the gate, several people in white held crossbows in their hands, gently pulled the trigger, and a sharp arrow shot out unexpectedly.

"Ah! Ah!"

Two short screams sounded, followed by a series of screams. Ling Lan suddenly turned his head and saw five or six people shot by arrows and died on the spot.

The men in white on both sides shouted loudly, picked up the crossbows and long guns in their hands, and rushed over murderously. Seeing that they were all members of the church, Ling Lan couldn't help but feel angry, and the deterrent murderous spirit also emanated from her body.

The dozens of believers chased the people who fled and insisted on killing them. How could Ling Lan let them succeed and immediately pulled them with a few huge black holes.

When they didn't find out what was going on, Ling Lan flashed in front of them, grabbed one of them's clothes and asked, "Who are you?"

"Help! Help! "Help me!" The timid believer saw that he could not exert himself, and his whole body was softened like a paralyzed man, and only his mouth could make a sound.

"Hmm! Which church are you from?" Ling Lan threw him aside, shouted, and asked the fifty people who were sucked.

They were scared and didn't know what to do, but no one answered. At this moment, the strange man lying on the ground made a deafening roar, grabbed the ground back and forth with both hands, and quickly climbed this way. His blood-red eyes stared at the believers, opened his mouth and kept screaming, and slowly said some words, "Kill! Kill...kill you...ah...kill..."

"There are indeed evil demons in this city. You let my people go immediately!"

A man in white suddenly appeared a hundred meters away. He pointed the long gun in his hand at Ling Lan's head and ordered him in an arrogant tone of looking down on the world. The man in white was young, but the momentum on his body made the believers look excited for help. Their eyes were as excited and excited as if they had seen the savior.

"Who are you?" Ling Lan saw that the man's momentum was very powerful to an incredible extent. His breath is obviously the power of light. But Ling Lan never knew such a powerful person.

"Before you die, I will tell you my name. I am the son of God, Miller!" The golden gun in Miller's hand is more than two meters long. He holds the barrel in his right hand. The sharp tip of the gun does not move, and the reflected light will make people feel a sense of panic pierced into his eyes by countless fine needles.