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Chapter 1419 The annual ceremony begins!  God of Death promotional video!

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    The more critical the moment, the more everyone misses Huang Yi.  There seems to be a kind of magic power in him. As long as he is around, there is no problem that cannot be solved.  Even in the most critical moments, he can always calmly analyze and come up with solutions.  Resurrecting him has become an increasingly urgent desire for everyone.  In the next few days, there was an atmosphere of tension all over the world.  As expected, the King of Destruction dispatched a group of powerful men from the God Realm from the demon clan to help him destroy the resurrection point of the second world. Even if the Snow Queen guides the world's rules to save herself, she can't resist it.  The dean and the guardians of the Hero Empire could only try their best to resist some of the attacks.  No matter how hard they try, some of the attacks will always fall below the second world, destroying those resurrection points.  Every moment, resurrection points are being destroyed. Attacks from the sky fall from time to time on various continents and islands, blasting out mushroom clouds that soar into the sky. There are fewer and fewer resurrection points left.  "In the underworld, a group of masters led by Dao Feng stepped up their exploration of the God's Tomb.  Their daily offline and rest time has been reduced to four hours, maximizing time spent exploring the tomb of the gods.  No one knows which side will win this race against time.  ¡­ ¡­ In the blink of an eye, five days passed.  This evening, Wellington, the capital of New Zealand, attracted the attention of the world. The opening ceremony of the fourth annual ceremony will be held here!  There are still ten minutes left before the opening ceremony, and the entire venue is already packed with people, and countless media reporters are making final introductions before the live broadcast.  "Friends in the audience! This year's opening ceremony of the annual ceremony can be said to have the most miserable lineup. Judging from the known information, there are only less than 10 super first-class masters attending, and most of the super first-class masters are racing against time in the underworld at the moment.  Since the Lord of Destruction destroyed the resurrection points of the second world, the situation in the second world has been deteriorating day by day, and the number of resurrection points has been decreasing day by day.  , As of two hours ago, the number of resurrection points in the second world has dropped below 500,000. If it continues to be destroyed at this rate, there will be very few surviving resurrection points in the second world in a week!  With the reduction of resurrection points, the guardians of the Heroic Empire will be able to directly stick to a few resurrection points without having to worry about other areas. This may save a few resurrection points, but each resurrection point will have a number of resurrections.  After reaching the corresponding number of resurrections, the resurrection point will be scrapped. If there are only a few resurrection points left, it means that only a small number of people will be resurrected, and the rest will continue to stay in the underworld.  "It is reported that a group of super masters led by Dao Feng have reached a consensus that once they win the top prize, they will make a request to Huang Sha to resurrect Huang Yi. Once Huang Yi is resurrected, the situation may change.  A reversal has occurred. Therefore, the outcome of this annual ceremony will concern each of us. Whether we can be resurrected to the second world in the underworld depends on whether the God of Death can be resurrected" At this moment, their reporting signals  , broadcast simultaneously via satellite to every corner of the world and watched by billions of viewers.  One of the signals was transmitted to a villa in Chenzhou City, China, and the scene half a world away was displayed on a huge TV screen, reflecting into the eyes of Li Jian and his sister.  "Brother, can the God of Death win the Best Individual Award again?" The little girl looked up at the sword next to her, her big eyes full of expectation.  "Dead people will not get any top awards. This is an unspoken rule." Li Jian helplessly touched the little girl's head.  "Then can you win the prize?" the little girl asked again.  "Of course not!" Li Jian shook his head directly, "With that person's existence, neither I nor the God of Death before his death can win the best individual award." "Why?" The little girl opened her eyes.  With big eyes, "Brother, the God of Killer, even killed the Queen of Pain, why can't he still get the best individual award?" "The Queen of Pain is indeed very strong, but there is someone more powerful than the Queen of Pain!" Lijian said in a tone of voice.  Wei Wei solemnly said, "And that person's feat has already involved the ancestral spirit of creation! It's just that it didn't happen in the second world. I'm probably the only player who knows about it. In short, the best individual award has been locked up by that person! Really!  There is still suspense, only four top awards No, maybe three" "Ah! It's about to start! We will definitely see Brother Killer."  His little face straightened up and he stared at the TV expectantly.  Sure enough, the TV screenThe countdown has begun, and the sounds are shaking the nerves of people all over the world!  Countless people from all over the world are watching the live broadcast in various languages ??to witness this great moment together!  ¡°5¡± ¡°4¡± ¡°3¡± ¡°2¡± ¡°1¡± Finally, the countdown has reached the last second!  The opening promotional video for this annual ceremony suddenly appeared on the screen, and shocking background music also sounded simultaneously - As soon as the picture began, a group of majestic bodies appeared, each exuding a powerful aura, with different postures, impressive  They are the guardians of the heroic empire.  They are famous epic figures in history. They have either made great achievements or committed heinous crimes. Each of them is the protagonist of his own era and has rewritten history.  However, they, a group of unruly big men, were respectful at this moment, with stars surrounding a throne that exuded brilliance.  On that throne, sat a thin man, who was clearly the God of Death!  Compared with the powerful heroes around him, he looks extremely weak, but the greater the contrast, the more noble his status becomes.  He can even tame such a group of madmen, so he must have some more powerful power.  At this time, he was leaning on the back of the throne, sitting in a relaxed posture, playing with the Queen of Pain's head in his hand.  That head was disheveled, and its smoky eyes were full of pain.  While the God of Death was playing with the head, he said slowly: "The real king is not about killing, but about protecting!" After the words fell, the camera kept pushing forward, making the Queen of Pain's head bigger and bigger.  Eventually, the entire frame is taken up by the eyes of the Queen of Pain.  "The Queen of Pain's eyes turned into a huge pool, with some dark red flesh tissue growing inside, densely covered with numerous large and small sarcomas.  The pool was filled with boiling black demonic blood, and black bubbles rolled out, making a "pop" sound, and evaporating endless black demonic energy.  The familiar figure of the spirit demon stood in the center of the magic pool, surrounded by countless steaming demonic energies, emitting a strange and evil aura.  There was a shadow of a demon god floating behind him, struggling hard, but in the end it was forcibly sucked into his body and turned into his power.  At this time, the spirit demon slowly turned around, looked at the camera, and said evilly: "Only when the soul is awakened can one become a real person." The surrounding demonic energy became more and more intense, and finally submerged his figure.  .  When the demonic energy dissipated again, an old wooden house appeared.  Daofeng was sitting by the window of the wooden house, and the golden sunset outside the window shone on him, like a late hero.  On the table in front, there was a sword, which was covered with dust and dull. It was obvious that it had not been picked up for a long time.  Countless curses came from outside the window - "Only a coward would choose to retire!" "Coward!" "You can't even hold the top spot on the ranking list, you're a traitor!" "Isn't it just that you have a terminal illness? You can't hold on anymore.  ?¡± Countless curses surrounded him, but he turned a deaf ear and looked calm.  Finally, he stood up slowly, picked up the sword on the table, and strode towards the door of the cabin, leaving only a firm voice - "The so-called persistence does not mean never stopping, but no matter how many times you stop.  , will set out again." As soon as he finished speaking, he opened the door.  Outside the door, there is a black and white land, the sky is covered with gray clouds, and there are countless swords, spears and halberds stuck on the ground, like an ancient battlefield, full of a murderous atmosphere.  A man came from afar, with an arrogant attitude and unparalleled elegance, and he was obviously a sharp sword.  He came to a shining sword, reached out and pulled it out from the ground, opened his mouth and blew away the dust on it.  "Crack~" The sword was blown directly and turned into two pieces.  "The sharpest weapon is not a sword, but human language." After saying that, Lijian shook his head, threw the broken sword in his hand, and walked away.  The camera kept following the broken sword thrown into the sky, rising higher and higher into a heavenly cloud.  But the clouds have all been frozen by frost, and there is no more light and graceful atmosphere, and it is full of dead silence.  The broken sword was gradually covered with frost, and finally it was held by a slender hand. ?The owner of that hand gradually appeared, and it was the Snow Queen.  There was frost floating around her, and the cold wind blew her long skirt, like a fairy in the sky.  "If you lose hope, heaven will also be covered with frost!" After saying that, she waved her jade hand, and the clouds dispersed, revealing the vast ocean below.  There are rough waves and violent storms in the ocean. A divine ship is riding the wind and waves, crushing all the waves into pieces.  On the bow of the ship, the burly figure of the God of Thunder stood, looking firmly ahead without any fear.  He held a stick in his hand, motionless in the bumpy ocean.  A huge wave hit the God of Thunder, and he calmly knocked down the stick in his hand!  The next moment, the stick burst out with dazzling light and turned into the artifact Poseidon Pillar, and the huge waves calmed down instantly.  "As long as you have courage, everything is a magical weapon."
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