Zhuo Fei looked at the other three speechlessly, none of them seemed to be listening intently to Yewei's speech.

However, he was the only one who was beaten, why is this?

If it weren't for the fear of night maintenance to become powerful, Zhuo Fei would have pressed him on the sofa and pounded him.

However, thinking of the thoughts in his heart before, Zhuo Fei couldn't help but secretly say: Is there really a god in this world?

With Master and Uncle, Zhuo Fei, who has practiced for so many years, not only has he not heard it from the mouth of the elders, but he has not even heard it in some ancient Taoist books.

In his cognition, God is a legend, although when a practitioner's cultivation reaches a certain level, he can indeed do incredible things through his own ability and under certain conditions.

To the night can be said to be a god, who can move mountains and reclaim the sea, turn his hands into clouds, cover his hands for rain, turn the world upside down in an instant, and the existence of vicissitudes in the blink of an eye.

If there really is a god, then what is human beings?

However, how advanced the technology of ordinary people is nowadays, but when facing cultivators, they have become very weak, so in front of the gods, human beings are not as humble as ants? Soon, Zhuo Fei thought of a new question, what Ye Wei just said, although it has a strong human appeal, but there is a big flaw.

Even if the Immortal Mountain is really full of treasures, and it can really make people cultivate into gods, then from ancient times to the present, how many ancestors have entered the Immortal Mountain every six hundred years?

In every era, there will always be one or two peerless powers, so how have they cultivated?

The interval of 600 years may not be very long compared to the entire history of time, right?

What about the great powers of all dynasties and dynasties? After the success of their cultivation, where are they, as gods, now?

For a while, countless confusions appeared in Zhuo Fei's mind, and he was almost oppressed, and he couldn't breathe.

Looking at him in deep thought, Yewei's brows furrowed slightly, and he could clearly feel that Zhuo Fei's emotions were not very stable at this moment.

"Didn't you stimulate him too hard?, that slap just broke him?" Ye Wei couldn't help but say secretly in his heart.

However, Mu Miao stared at the projection in front of him, and the expression he showed was very different from Zhuo Fei.

For a cultivator, what is the most attractive thing about him?

Of course, it is a heavy pressure, and something that can make his own cultivation improve by leaps and bounds in a short period of time, but it is beneficial and harmless.

At this moment, Mu Miao couldn't hold back the excitement in his heart a little, and began to rub his hands.

I don't know why, but he can vaguely feel that this practice may be a major turning point in his life for him.

Ze Ming, who was sitting on the side, was also different, the nail of his left thumb had been gnawed by him, he couldn't see it completely, his face was full of worry, and his eyes also revealed a little struggling, and he opened his mouth several times, but he didn't say anything.

The only person who can be regarded as normal is Mu Zhiqing, who was expressionless, after glancing at the projection, she stared at Zhuo Fei, as if to show that it doesn't matter to her what she is a god, as long as Zhuo Fei wants to go, she will follow.

"Kids, have you decided? Now tell me, are you going or not?" Yewei said slowly, standing in the middle of the four, staring at the projection.

However, except for Mu Miao, after saying goodbye, the other three all nodded silently.

In fact, Zhuo Fei's heart had already thought about it, no matter what, he would go to this place to see, if he could make his cultivation more refined, it would be much easier to clean up the portal for the Taoist in the future.

"Okay, since you have all agreed, I will tell you that this time I will only send you to a coastal city in the south of China, and the rest will depend on yours. Yewei said.

This is actually the rule set at the beginning, just imagine, if every organization sends its own strongest to it.

So, what should the rest of the organizations do if they want to suddenly make a big deal and take a salary from the bottom of the kettle?

In addition, after so many years in Xianshan, there are really few people who can come back alive, if even the strongest person falls inside.

Then, the international status of this organization will certainly be greatly discounted.

Moreover, to put it a little selfishly, people like Yewei are not high-ranking cadres of the country, but they are also the existence of a certain organization.

It's not easy to practice for so many years, and no one wants to die so unclear.

They are already old, and it is difficult for them to make any major breakthroughs in their own cultivation, and they still have a lot of responsibilities on their shoulders, and at the same time, they also have many secrets that no one knows.

So, instead of letting them in, let the best of the younger generation in.

Subsequently, Yewei issued many orders to tailor combat uniforms for Zhuo Fei and others.

In terms of weapons, in addition to the weapons of the four of them themselves, Yewei also asked the people of the equipment department to make new weapons, plus special concentrated water, and super-concentrated food that is easy to carry.

As long as it is what Yewei thinks of, and Zhuo Fei and the others put it up hateful, they all let people prepare.

The time of the day, after a hurry, came silently.

Ze Ming stood on the second floor of his accommodation, looking at the bright moon in the sky, and gently stroked a white shell in his hand with his left hand.

If you look closely, you will find that the surface of this shell exudes a faint light, and there is a faint sound of waves.

I don't know at what point, Ze Ming's eyes became rosy, and a strong sadness emanated from his body.

Suddenly, a figure flashed in the sky, came to Ze Ming's back, and gently put on a white coat for him.

It was an old man, his long beard, the hair draped behind his head, and his hanging eyebrows, all of which had turned white.

"Young Master, do you remember the past again?" looked at Ze Ming's shoulder and said with concern.

After a long time, Ze Ming said with a little choked up: "Uncle De, have you forgotten what happened back then?"

"The young master laughed, how dare the old slave forget the events of the past? It's just that after many years, I believe that the old lady and the old man will definitely not want you to take such a risk. The old man, who was called Uncle De by Zeming, stroked his beard and said.

With a deep sigh, Ze Ming put away the shell in his hand, and said with a firm gaze: "No, the thoughts of my father and mother are not necessarily mine, otherwise, how could I choose to join the cultivator special forces back then?"

Uncle De shook his head slightly, didn't say anything more, quietly retreated into the dark, and the figure disappeared in a flash.

It was also night, Mu Miao and Mu Zhiqing were carefully preparing for the next task.

And Zhuo Fei, who was already asleep, saw the man again in a daze.

Only this time they were suspended in the sky, looking down at the bustling city of the place, the dense crowd, like ants, seemed to be fleeing from something, and the scene seemed to be panicked for a while.

And a huge black shadow, in the corner of the city, kept writhing, and everywhere it passed, the human beings let out a painful wail.

The tall buildings of cultivation, under its body, all collapsed!

The man waved his hand, and the picture changed violently, and the two of them came to the sea again.

Different from the previous calm, at this moment, the earth-shattering waves are constantly undulating, like some fierce beast, hiding in the sea, constantly moving.

Suddenly, Zhuo Fei saw a black dot on the road, moving quickly on the sea, and after taking a closer look, he found that it was not a black spot at all.

Rather, it is one huge fin-after another, some of which are even as high as ten meters.

Immediately after, countless wails came into Zhuo Fei's ears, and large patches of blood red appeared in front of his eyes.

The earth was constantly breaking, countless people were swept into the sea by the waves, blood stained the sea red, and countless people swallowed the belly of the strangely shaped beast.

The strong smell of blood made Zhuo Fei almost vomit when he heard it.

"See, this is the world in five years, you have to grasp every minute and every second of Xianshan, and make your own strength as strong as possible. The man admonished with a calm face.

Although his words were a little appalling, and even a little nervous, Zhuo Fei was powerless to refute them.

The dazzling white light suddenly lit up in front of his eyes, making Zhuo Fei unable to open his eyes at all.

When he woke up, he found himself lying on the bed in the accommodation, and the pillow had been wet with his cold sweat.

With both hands, he rubbed his face and glanced at the time on the wall, it was only six o'clock in the morning, and the sky outside was still a little gray.

"Was everything just now a dream?" Zhuo Fei sat up from the bed, not thinking so in his heart.

All the previous scenes really made Zhuo Fei feel doubtful about life.

It was the third time he had seen the man, who was he and why was he in his dreams?

And more importantly, why tell him, the world in five years' time?

Zhuo Fei once heard his master mention that in ancient times, there was the power of cultivation to reach the heavens, so that after the death of one's own body, the soul would not die.

Relying on absorbing the energy between heaven and earth, to constantly replenish the loss of this body, some can even be pinned on an item, eternal existence in the world.

Such an existence, in the world of cultivators, is called a fairy!

"Could he be a fairy?" Zhuo Fei thought to himself......

Soon, the time reached eight o'clock in the morning, and the four of them stood side by side, under the banner of the cultivator's special forces, the space fluctuated, and Yewei appeared in front of everyone.

His eyes swept over the four of them one by one.