Although the two of them made trouble, as a crowd of melon eaters on the side, Yanyang felt a sense of relief, others are playing games, not being played by games, once you are controlled by the game, this shows that it is not that your willpower is weak, but that the game is too fun, which just shows the success of this game.

Time is passing quietly, half a year from the original promise, there is only a month to come to an essay contest, Yanyang seized the time to set up a review team, and the types were also released on the Internet, respectively, there are romance, supernatural, fantasy, martial arts, history, these five kinds, because Yanyang let people investigate it thoroughly, and now what they can write can probably only be included in this.

It's impossible for Yanyang to say that you write me a tomb robber, an online game, by the way, I haven't done an online game yet, and there is reasoning, military, etc., it's impossible, even if you want to, you need Yanyang to slowly lead this trend in the future.

Sure enough, as soon as these five types were released, they caused a huge sensation, and many people hurried to see which type they had been preparing for half a year, and which editor in charge they were looking for to review when the time came, so as not to go to the wrong door.

The success of Qianmo's "Drunk Linglong" is obvious to all, who can become the next Qianmo, become a great writer who can be serialized on the Internet, and then attract countless fans and earn countless spirit crystals, but I am extremely looking forward to it.

This is also a large-scale attempt, Yan Yang attaches great importance to it, after all, once the selected excellent works enter the network, it can be regarded as a complete farewell to their own, the history of the 'Three Strange Books'.

For this reason, Yanyang also conducted a special selection, and the object of the selection is very special like a certain type, such as the editor-in-chief of romance, that is, Xiaoyi, and the deputy editor-in-chief is a quiet girl named Mengyun in the music team.

There should be a lot of fantasy, after all, with the influence of the first three parts of Yanyang, it is estimated that many people will imitate this routine and write, and it should not be called fantasy, it should be similar to that of gods and monsters, but the general meaning is similar, editor-in-chief Li Mubai, deputy editor-in-chief Bai Jingting, the two of them also like fantasy very much.

Others are also selected from all over the place, so that they mainly carry out a large number of screenings, and the final selection is still handed over to Yanyang for decision-making, the first batch of good works must be the top priority, and when this batch of trends goes out of their own way, Yanyang can let go, and these editors in charge are almost trained.

When Yanyang and others were preparing for the arrival in a month, the Nine Skulls reappeared, it should be said that it was back, in a month's time, the Nine Skulls disappeared for a whole month, and even some people were busy and didn't notice that the Nine Skulls were gone, so they were not too surprised by his sudden appearance, and they usually greeted him.

"Where have you been?" Yan Yang asked with concern, for his safe return, the invisible stone that Yan Yang had pressed in his heart finally fell to the ground.

"Heavenly Court!" Nine Skulls said, Jean's Yanyang's eyes shrank suddenly, and he was quickly relieved: "Don't go next time, it's too dangerous." ”

Nine Skulls could feel that Yan Yang was really caring about him, and some words didn't need to be said on the surface, how nice they sounded, and the heart was the most felt, and it was not in vain that he ventured into the wasteland.

"I'll show you something, maybe it will help you." A smile swelled on the face of the Nine Skulls, and the spirit of the hot sun was stunned, and he soon came to the underground secret room, where many people were busy, blessing all kinds of thousands of machine disks, and not far away, a small golden Tsubaki tree swayed its body, and it seemed that it was in a very good state of mind.

"How many roots do you have?" Nine Skulls asked.

"Ten!" Yan Yang replied truthfully.

Nine Skulls nodded: "It's enough, this time I went to the fairy world, entered the wasteland, and found a seedling of the divine tree Fusang, it should be much gentler than the Tsubaki tree, but, if you want to plant in the world, it is estimated that you need to devour the same type of divine tree energy, once it is really successful, you will enter the network inscription into it, although it can't cover all the realms like the ancient world, but, on the side of the human race, the territory of the thirty-six kings is still possible." ”

"Fusang seedlings, is a single individual, a complete sacred tree, not like the roots of the Tsubaki tree, it can only be regarded as the evolution of the ontology, and it is inextricably linked with the mother, of course, this is just my guess, if it fails, it means that the ten Tsubaki roots with a very strong price are invalid, I don't know if you dare to gamble." After the Nine Skulls finished speaking, they looked at Yanyang.

Yan Yang smiled: "Why don't you dare, it's a big deal that I will go to the Spiritual Fire Realm again and let Xiao Tuanzi hand over some more, anyway, I don't have a good impression of the ancient realm," why don't you bet on it, aside from anything else, this Fusang Divine Tree is also a sacred tree comparable to the Tsubaki Tree, which was brought by the Nine Skulls at the risk of death, if you don't even have this bit of courage and courage, you are too sorry for the Nine Skulls' efforts."

Besides, once it succeeds, on the side of the human race, the thirty-six realms can no longer worry about the net, which will have a great effect on the future development!

Hearing Yanyang's words, Jiu Skull nodded, feeling very relieved in his heart, and then went to a place far away from the Tsubaki tree, so as not to swallow it together, and then under Yanyang's gaze, he found a small remote corner, and constantly arranged the formation, and constantly threw out the various rare array materials he had collected after returning to the fairy world.

With the composition of the final formation, there was no wind in the surrounding space, but the face of the two nine skeletons turned pale a little, and it was so laborious to arrange the formation with the cultivation of the Ancient Realm, which showed how profound and cumbersome this formation was.

Suddenly, the next moment, the originally empty void ground suddenly had ten more gray vortices with extremely devouring power, and the nine skeletons glanced at Yan Yang, who said that he understood, and hurriedly threw the remaining ten Tsubaki roots from the space ring into these ten whirlpools.

Soon, the roots of the Tsubaki tree broke one by one, as if they were shattered by the powerful energy black, and the ten golden air currents turned into golden vortices that gradually appeared in the middle of the energy convergence, and finally, under the shock of the scorching sun, a sapling that looked very ordinary was taken out by the Nine Skulls and planted in the middle.

Airplanes!

As the Fusang sapling suddenly touched the golden energy, it seemed that the energy of the two sacred trees collided, and it was like a family reunion, quickly bounced off, and then quickly fused, and the rustling sound came from the Fusang sapling, which seemed very happy and excited, and finally, the golden energy was swallowed into the body little by little, and one of its original yellow leaves gradually returned to normal, a total of seven leaves seemed to have undergone some mutations, and the whole Fusang tree looked real and fake, and unconsciously, it actually fused with a trace of the ethereal breath of the Tsubaki tree.