Wu Ming and Zheng Zha fell to the ground, followed by two holy seats, these two holy positions are not human races, one of them is the holy position of the mud clan, and the other is the holy position of the pigeon clan, these two holy positions followed closely behind the two, as soon as they landed, they immediately activated their energy and holy paths, and began to clean up the turbulence of time and space that broke through the boundary from above.

In this respect, although Zheng Zha's strength is much stronger than these two saints, he has a specialization in the art industry, these two saints have holy ways, they are both saint ranks, and their energy is also unlimited, for this kind of work to calm the turbulence of time and space, they are much stronger than Zheng Zha, unless it is Wu Ming's shot, otherwise it is indeed the most suitable two of them here.

At this time, the pigeon clan holy throne said to Wu Ming respectfully: "Your Majesty, this place has been cleaned up, but this plane is slightly bad. ”

Wu Ming looked at the Holy Seat of the Pigeon Clan, and the Holy Seat of the Mud Clan next to him took over the topic and said: "Your Majesty, he was born in the Pigeon Clan, and he has a very wonderful racial talent, and he can hear the narration, so he said that this plane is wrong, and this plane must be wrong." ”

Wu Ming was even more puzzled, for the races of these two holy positions, he knew about the mud clan, the race was not strong, and there was nothing surprising, but he didn't know about the pigeon clan, there was almost no record left in the classics of the flood and desolation races, and it belonged to the hidden race among the ten thousand races.

There are some races in the desolate wilderness that have been extremely well hidden, even during the Great War of the Ten Thousand Races, they have hardly exposed their own racial characteristics, such as the Logic Race is one of the representatives, the world only knows that the career path of the Logic Race is the crown of all career paths, known as the strongest, called the Arcanist Career Path, but what is the Arcanist career path, and even what the Logic Clan is like, how many people there are, and what their racial talent is, these are not known to outsiders, maybe there are high-level people of the Ten Thousand Races know something, but they are not widely spread。

The same situation also exists in several hidden races in the ten thousand races, these secret races usually have one thing in common, that is, their racial talent is very strong or very unique, and even directly related to the origin of the talent, and the more powerful the racial talent, the more huge the racial defect, such a race is both very strong and very weak, if it is not hidden, there is a danger of being exterminated by other races.

Apparently the pigeon breed is one of them.

The pigeon saint said respectfully: "The unique racial talent of our race is narration, which can be very strong or very weak, but it is very wonderful, and it is the most appropriate time to use it at this time. ”

Wu Ming was full of curiosity and asked, "What does narration mean?"

The Pigeon Clan Throne said, "Your Majesty should know that certain things, certain prophecies, and certain information will exist directly on the essence of the multiverse, right?"

Wu Ming nodded, and the Pigeon Clan's Holy Throne breathed a sigh of relief: "The talent of our pigeon clan is a step further on the basis of listening to the information of the multiverse, but what it is, in fact, even our race itself does not know, we can hear the 'narration', similar to the kind in the story, which is not spoken by humans, the narration part of the story." ”

Wu Ming and Zheng Zha were both a little ignorant, and the pigeon clan holy seat continued: "For example, I just came to this plane, and I 'heard' the narrator that there were four more specimens, not to mention the strength of the two adults, I and he are both saints, but they are both called specimens, it is enough to imagine the weirdness and horror of this plane, if it were a weekday, I would never enter such a plane, but now I will firmly follow behind His Majesty." ”

Wu Ming hesitated slightly, and Zheng Zha said with a grin beside him: "What's this, Wu Ming, scare them, scare the world, command the world." ”

Wu Ming suddenly said angrily: "Are you moving my idea of the authority of the human emperor again? Didn't I explain it to you before? Although I have the authority of the human emperor, but so far, I am only the human emperor of the world plane of the dark world, and for other planes, I am not considered a human emperor, so you want me to scare the sky and the air, I'm sorry, this kind of thing is suitable for you to do." ”

"Yes, yes?" Zheng Zha smiled and touched his head and said, "Even if you praise me......"

"I didn't praise you!!" Wu Ming suddenly yelled angrily, he looked ahead and said, "Anyway, let's enter this world first, my companion's aura has appeared here, maybe they are here now." ”

Just as Wu Ming was about to step into it, the Holy Throne of the Mud Clan suddenly said, "Your Majesty, I still have something to remind Your Majesty." ”

Wu Ming nodded, and the holy throne said, "Does Your Majesty have any understanding of the specific stratification of the turbulence of time and space?"

Wu Ming shook his head slightly, and the holy throne said: " We have survived billions of years in the turbulence of time and space, so we still have some experience in the turbulence of time and space, if the entire turbulence of time and space must be carefully described, it is actually shaped like a cone-shaped funnel, the more up the narrower, the more down the more expansive, just like the world that His Majesty saved before, if a plane is complete with rules, then it will gradually sublimate upward, until finally everything is renewed, it even has a certain chance to get out of this space-time turbulence, but now it is impossible, the four elephants guard the four poles, even if the rules are intact, it will never be able to get out of the space-time turbulence。 ”

"However, at the very top of the turbulence of time and space, the plane there is basically the same as the real plane, but it is not easy to get there, even if it is difficult for us to get there, it depends on chance, and we will also pay attention to maintaining the rules there, basically any battle will not be caused there, after all, it is the only place where we ghosts who are struggling to breathe can feel the truth. ”

"From the turbulence of time and space, the more you descend, the lower the integrity of the plane there, and after a certain level, it will cause some phenomena, which we usually call distortion, of course, there are other beings with different names, but the general meaning is the same, that is, these planes will exhibit a strange situation similar to memes, although not almost unsolvable like memes, but the degree of danger will gradually increase as the level decreases. ”

"From top to bottom, the evaluation we give is nine levels, the ninth level is the highest point, there is almost no difference from the reality plane, and the previous dark world belongs to the fourth level, and the position we are in now belongs to the third level, generally speaking, when the plane reaches the third level, the most bizarre plane is already equivalent to the world where memes are rampant, and the planes of the first level all belong to this type, and it is said that there is also a zero level, but that is not the place we can go, only the high-level saints will lurk in it, what is there, what is the situation, we don't know anything。 ”

Hearing all this, Wu Ming had some bottom in his heart, and he said to the two holy positions: "You are so honest with me, do you really want to follow me?"

The two saints glanced at each other, and they both saw the surprise in each other's eyes, and the two knelt down at the moment, and the pigeon saint said: "Your Majesty, of course we have something to ask for, but following Your Majesty's heart can be learned, since the XX World War, we ......"

"Wait, wait a minute, what kind of battle?" Wu Ming asked stunned.

The two saints glanced at each other strangely, and the mud clan saints said, "XX fights." ”

Wu Ming was even more inexplicable, he looked at Zheng Qi and said, "What kind of battle are they talking about?"

Zheng Zha also looked at Wu Ming strangely: "XX battle, it sounds very awesome...... What do you mean?"

"Are you talking about the XX battle?" Wu Ming asked again with a strange face.

"What a fork. Zheng Zhe's face was strange and replied: "It's XX battle." ”

“......”

Wu Ming covered his head and said, "It's not good, I've hit the meme!!"