Time: May 28, 7:03 p.m.

Location: The main entrance of the conference hall of Building 18 of the Diaoyu Island State Guesthouse.

Wu Ershi is fifty-two years old this year, and he has heard countless legends of immortals, devils, and monsters, supernatural and terrifying stories, and unbelievable experiences, and as an extraordinary saint at the pinnacle of human beings today, he deeply understands that all of the above are false, fabricated, and fabricated.

But at this moment.

All the old, rotten, stubborn ideas have been overthrown.

"Who?"

"What the hell is behind you?" Wu Ershi turned his head one by one, and his face changed drastically.

With his sense of sanctification, he had insight, but he really couldn't sense what was blocking the door behind him.

It's clear that there's no one, it's clearly nothing, it's clearly a ball of air!

Who can hide from the senses of the saints!

The sound of crisp children's voices,

Blocking the crack in the door,

When Wu Ershi turned his head, he was greeted by a young face with a false smile on its face.

"Hello, human...... Wu II. ”

The little figure raised its head, it was dressed in red, and the smile seemed to be attached to the surface of the illusion that made the heart twitch.

Bang!

The muscles, bones, and blood all tremble!

His heart stopped, his thoughts, his thoughts, and Wu Ershi's complexion froze completely—an endless line of crazy warnings grew in the depths of his mind, and nerve signals transmitted strong reminders, as if a natural disaster had erupted in front of him from volcanic glaciers and the vast expanse of the sea.

Inextricable threads of ideas and speculations reverberate.

Flashes of lightning, flashes of light, and finally point to an answer.

"[Immortal]"

Wu Ershi looked down at the little boy in red.

In today's world, except for Xu Xian the next day and Tang Hong on the seventh day, no one has seen it with their own eyes.

And today, the meeting of Huaguo's entry into the Holy Saint, it has quietly appeared, the defense system of the imperial capital, and the central military policy's plan for its capture are useless, and there is no role in it.

......

The day was dawning.

Occasional birds flew over the lawn.

In the very grand conference hall, at a glance, the brilliant pendant lamps exude bright light, the ingenious peony flowers are filled with fragrant fragrance, and the hollow six-sided giant table is placed with Chinese seats, at this time, there are seven saints seated, as if seven human heroes are seated side by side here.

Six-sided giant table, more than 20 meters in diameter!

The space is spacious, the seats are sparse, and Tang Hong has changed into a gradient casual formal suit!

But at this time.

Swish!

Tang Hong suddenly raised his head, his eyes were sharp, and the tactics that were infinitely close to the Heavenly Realm were working at full strength!

"How did it come. ”

Tang Hong turned his head sideways, his eyes focused on the door, and he saw the little boy in red walking into the hall slowly, and the sage Wu Ershi was full of vigilance, and stepped back step by step.

It's always one step forward.

Wu Ershi took a step back accordingly, and the huge meeting hall was silent and even more strange.

"Well, eight of us have been sanctified. Tang Hong thought expressionlessly: "The three geniuses entered the sainthood plus me and Fang Nanxun together, and shot with all their might, can you kill this natural immortal?"

Remain silent on the surface.

The steely heart was filled with a hint of murderous intent.

"Forget it. ”

"There are a few more who haven't arrived. ”

Tang Hong glanced at it, continued to play with his mobile phone, and browsed the WeChat circle of friends.

......

"It's it. ”

The next day, Xu Xian slowly stood up.

He watched Wu Ershi keep retreating, and an undisguised complex color flashed in his eyes, with murderous intent, vigilance, and regret.

......

"Natural immortals. ”

On the third day, he lowered his head and took a sip of hot tea soaked in jasmine.

Her left hand was like a long sword, and she was behind her, and she didn't seem to have any intention of making a sword.

......

"Alas. ”

"The mountain rain is coming, and the wind is full of buildings. The Saint Seeker sighed softly and continued to flip through the stack of newspapers in his hand.

The Holocaust is coming.

The fairy appeared again.

It was really eventful, and it was easy to look at the front page of the newspaper with an indifferent gaze, as if he didn't care about its arrival at all.

......

The six-sided table, on the left side of the floor-to-ceiling window, only on the sixth day did he beckon with a calm face: "Brother Wu, this way." ”

said.

He shot out of the air, interfering with reality with his willpower, and dragged Wu Ershi, the sage who was retreating step by step, over.

On the sixth day, he spoke: "Brother Wu, you sit on my side." ”

"Good. ”

Wu Ershi nodded in response.

He glanced at the sixth day, and then glanced at the hexagonal table of the sage, a little relieved.

......

At the six-sided table, on the right side of the floor-to-ceiling window, Fang Nanxun looked at the immortal's dress.

"It's so cheesy to be dressed in red. ”

The smile on his face is also false, as if he has drawn it with a watercolor pen, which is really scary. ”

Fang Nanxun commented secretly, but did not get up, his right hand rested on the table, and his index finger gently tapped the pure white and flawless woven and embroidered tablecloth, as if he was tapping his heart every time.

He withdrew his gaze.

He thought of Li Xuekong's old face, and couldn't help but pick up a Chinese cigarette, and lit it casually, the smoke was swirling, covering the dark golden pupils that didn't know what he was thinking.

......

The council hall is quiet, and everyone here is sanctified!

For the visit of [Immortal], everyone seemed extraordinarily calm and indifferent, and looked careless.

This meeting of the saints, the people have not yet arrived.

Change the time, change the place, and everyone can definitely try how strong the [Immortal] is.

But not today.

Before midsummer, if the Saints are killed or wounded, it will be irretrievably destroyed.

I'm afraid that it also understands this, so it appeared in a grand manner, after all, the human side cannot afford to pay the huge price of casualties in the battle of the saints.

"Hee-hee. ”

"Why no one welcomes me. The little boy in red patted his seemingly immature palm.

It said something that seemed to be complaining and unhappy, but its smiling face did not change at all, and it was still a pair of emotionless eyes, staring at the eight saints present.

Tang Hong looked away from the WeChat circle of friends and looked at the flowers on its chest in red clothes: "Welcome to your arrival." ”

It tilted its head and bared its teeth at Tang Hong.

Suddenly, the cells in his body trembled and roared to resist the terrifying pressure, Tang Hong frowned, faintly realizing that this was not the deterrence of [immortals], but the awe that originated from the instinct of life, this was a high-level life form.

"Please be seated. ”

Tang Hong waved his hand, moved a chair, and placed it on his left hand.

It is estimated that it is useless for others to invite.

So far, it has taken the initiative to see both of them as supernatural geniuses.

The little boy in red walked towards Tang Hong: "Are you afraid that I will suddenly attack and hurt the three geniuses who have come here to enter the sainthood." ”

"yes. ”

Tang Hong said confidently.

"Rest assured. ”

It jumped up violently, disappeared in an instant, and then appeared on the chair that Tang Hong had set up for it.

Meantime.

Fang Nanxun's pupils bloomed with golden light, and on the third day, a moist jasmine flower was twisted on his fingertips, and the indifferent gaze that Sikong Beiyi had been looking down at the newspaper fell on it.

The scene is tense!

At swords' points!

Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of the council hall, the well-designed lawns, lush trees, summer birds and cicadas are all frozen and silent.

There was a creaking sound at the door.

It was the mountain movers who arrived, turned around and closed the door, and now there are nine saints.

"Nature's Immortals?"

The mountain mover's eyes narrowed, and his power flowed, as if he could explode into a shocking blow in the next second.

"Rest assured, everyone, take it easy. The little boy in red sat on a Chinese chair, his legs too short, dangling in mid-air.

Tang Hong turned his head to look at it, groaned for a moment, and asked softly, "Do you think the Nine Saints can kill you?"

He was sure that such words would not provoke it.

It's like a person roaring at the mountain, the mountain will not be angry, but will only have an echo.

Sure enough, it rubbed its hands together and pulled out a colorful lollipop out of nowhere: "No." Do you think it is useful to pray to the immortals and worship the Buddha? ”

Tang Hong's eyes lit up.

"It didn't work. What do you think are the odds of victory on our human side this summer? ”

"The odds are no, the odds are zero. It asked Tang Hong, "What do you think of Li Xuekong, the first saint in history to enter the sainthood, and the god slayer, who is dead." ”

"Regret, regret, bitterness in my heart...... What are the weaknesses that can be exploited by our transcendent saints, or that can be targeted by technological weapons?"

"The high temperature hurts the body, the magnetic field hurts the breath, and the faith of a pure and pure person hurts the god. ”

While eating colorful lollipops, it told the earth-shattering secret that made everyone present change color, which was simply a joy from the sky!

Too much information!

Including the next day, Xu Xian was also stunned!

'What?'

'Take turns to answer questions?' Tang Hong was taking the opportunity to get useful information about the Divine War. Xu Xian's expression did not change, but he was pleasantly surprised in his heart, looking forward to Tang Hong asking for some valuable relevant information.

Everyone also held their breath, very dignified, and did not disturb Tang Hong's communication with it.

Click.

It bit the corner of the colorful lollipop: "Tang Hong, will you sympathize with the ants." ”

"No, it won't. Tang Hong said: "How can we win this summer's battle?"

"There's no way, you can't win. The little boy in red swallowed the lollipop in one gulp and clapped his hands: "I give you a piece of advice, kneel down and admit defeat, and beg the true god." Maybe we can give you more time and enjoy your last moments. ”

It doesn't ask questions anymore.

It looked at Tang Hong deeply: "I want to give you humans a kind warning today. ”

Tang Hong hurriedly said: "Good intentions, you also have good and evil?"

It shook twice, adjusted its sitting position, and rested its feet on the edge of the Chinese chair: "Good and evil are the measure of human beings, and for you, goodwill. ”

The tone of the natural fairy changed, like the vast Atlantic Ocean, and the next second it turned into a tsunami of stormy waves.

"Remember. ”

"Don't rely on external forces. Its emotionless gaze swept over everyone present, and its thick and sharp gaze seemed to be able to see through people's hearts, and it stared for a full minute before speaking: "This war has nothing to do with you. ”

Tang Hong was angry and funny: "We will be extinct if we lose, what is the external force?"

"Oh. ”

It jumped off the Chinese seat, the red coat swayed, and disappeared without a trace.

......

A moment later.

Two more Initiates have officially arrived.

All the eleven saints in Huaguo have arrived!

Last year, it was the ninth major consecration.

This year, there are three more saints, Fang Nanxun, the object of the artificial god plan, the mother love of the mountain movers, and Tang Hong, the god killer on the seventh day, who has the power to enter the holy battle, and it should be the twelve saints.

But one less.

Li Xuekong didn't have the opportunity to participate in this meeting.

......

Half an hour later.

The hall echoed with the sound of discussion.

The main entrance was gently pushed open again.

A burly man with a scar on his left eye entered the council chamber: "I seem to have missed something." ”

"Chief Instructor. ”

Tang Hong got up in surprise.

The twelfth saint in China today: Niu Hechuan, the chief instructor of the special training camp of the Yellow River Organization!