I'm struggling to survive in the game of cultivation

Chapter 172
BOOM! ! !

Nan Sixue and Hong Xingping were about to enter the game when there was a huge explosion outside.

More than one sound.

Travel was forced to stop.

The three ran out together to see what was going on.

The explosion alarmed everyone.

"What happened! Why did something happen to that ghost place again!"

"It doesn't make sense, who moved that piece of land?"

"Mom, I don't want to die yet!"

"Look, the space administrator is here! We are saved!"

……

The noise outside did not reach Nan Sixue and the others, but they could see the storm.

Fifty administrators were dispatched this time, and groups of black shadows flew across the sky towards the academy.

Moreover, there is a group of black shadows coming towards them!
Bei Chenfeng turned pale with shock, "No, fast forward the game!"

He urged Nan Sixue and the two to leave quickly, and stood in front of him, trying to stop the administrator.

Nan Sixue and the others didn't hesitate, and immediately turned back to the Internet cafe.

Space managers are everywhere.

Therefore, at this time, the Internet cafe was already full of black shadows.

They are destroying games!
Seeing this, Nan Sixue rushed into the motor room to cut off the power to prevent them from destroying it.

The administrators were defeated by slow movements. They watched the computer with a black screen and couldn't react quickly.

A white light flashed across their faces before they turned and aimed at her.

It is because of that white light that their movement speed has increased by a level.

The black shadows all pulled out their laser guns, and shot and killed Nan Sixue, the shit stick.

She is now in the electrical room, and those super-heated lasers shot over, directly detonating the electrical room, and then blowing up the entire Internet cafe.

Bei Chenfeng was dumbfounded when he heard the explosion behind him.

The flames engulfed the recycling plant.

No more, nothing more.

In the sea of ​​flames, the black shadows were not harmed at all. They used infrared rays to detect the scene and confirmed that the game was destroyed and the characters were destroyed before retreating with peace of mind.

Bei Chenfeng immediately called the fire engine and ambulance.

Although Nan Sixue had no chance of surviving in the tragic situation before him, he didn't want to give up.

However, all fire engines and ambulances are prohibited from going to this area, and the space administrator does not allow firefighters and doctors to help.

Bei Chenfeng got through on the phone, and the other person said to leave the car immediately, but after waiting for more than ten minutes, no car came, obviously they were stopped!

Realizing this, he called Bei Chenyu again.

"Brother! Help me..."

Hanging up the phone, he rushed into the sea of ​​fire without thinking about his own safety.

Then a miracle happened!
Those flames seemed to be spiritually retreating gradually, rushing towards a certain point.

Bei Chenfeng looked in the direction in which they retreated, and saw a tall and thin figure standing in the firelight, surrounded by flames.

Nan Sixue absorbed all the surrounding flames into her body, refined them, and the fire spirit power on her body instantly multiplied several times.

She also didn't expect that the spirit root and red lotus could still be used. When the laser hit, the red lotus spread its petals to wrap her up, and the spirit root frantically absorbed the fire after the administrator left.

It's just that Hong Xingping was not so lucky.

He was only eight meters away from the electrical room, and the damage caused by the explosion was extraordinary. Severed hands and feet were light, but death was the heaviest.

She digested the sea of ​​fire, ran to Hong Xingping's body, looked at the incomplete old brother, and felt very sad in her heart.

She was the one who killed him, she shouldn't have called him here.

Bei Chenfeng was no longer surprised when he saw this, and walked over to gently press her shoulder, "My condolences."

He felt the shoulders under his hand tremble slightly, and when he looked down a little, he saw a line of crystal tears hanging from the little girl.

There was light in her eyes, much like the eyes in his impression.

Is it her?
So it turns out that the eyes in his memory are when we cry?

He really couldn't remember anything.

Nan Sixue helped his good brother tidy up his appearance, put together the severed limbs, and prepared to bury him.

As a result, a magnetic male voice came: "Wait a minute."

(End of this chapter)