With the mature mutant locusts in Nanze leading countless insect swarms to attack the Terran country, within a few days, the struggle between the Terrans and the locusts officially rang out.

At the junction of the human race and Nanze, there was a piercing noise caused by the flapping of insect wings everywhere, even if it was dozens of kilometers away from the insect swarm, this terrible sound wave still shocked people almost crazy! The closer you get to the locust swarm, the more terrifying the noise becomes.

When the swarm of locusts that was overwhelming and full of earthy yellow brilliance approached, this terrifying sound directly became an alternative sonic attack.

As a result, the pioneers of the national pest eradication on the front line of the fight have lost the ability to communicate in language, but fortunately, this is the world of books, and almost none of the people who can become members of the front line of the fight against locusts are illiterate.

The use of literary volleys to write words to communicate has become a major feature of the first front.

The locusts transited, as if the end had come, turned into a whirlwind that covered the sky and the sun, swept through from one side, and the lush green jungle on the original land quickly dissipated, and when the locusts passed, only a desolate and lonely yellow-brown scorched earth and countless fresh bones, large or small, were left!

The mutant locusts eat more than just plants, and everyone knows that if this terrible swarm of insects is allowed to rush into the depths of the country unhindered, the consequences will be a nightmare for everyone.

The locust swarm must be blocked near the border, and they must not be allowed to drive straight into the interior of the country, this is the consensus of all those who are fighting on the front line, or serving the frontline fighters!

Various kinds of insecticides are constantly concocted by the big pharmacists in the pharmacy and sent to the front line in a steady stream.

Officials from the Ministry of Agriculture and volunteers recruited from all over the country formed team after team of pest control teams to fight against wave after wave of vast insect swarms that obscured the sky. Among these fighters. In fact, there are some exceptions, and from time to time there are naughty and cute little monkeys rushing by like a gust of wind between the tents.

It was a monster called the Gilled Thunder Monkey. It is a treasure given to the human race by the popular novelist Mr. Tongtian. They are the natural enemies of locusts, and the Terrans are good helpers against locust swarms!

At a time when the front-line Terrans were at a stalemate with the locusts. A group of people in the rear of the Qi Kingdom are gathering, they are plotting, plotting a major event that is enough to shock the entire Book Saint World.

A corner of the ancient temple of the capital of the kings of Qi, where a group of people gathered. If anyone sees this group of figures, they will be shocked and inexplicable, just because there is a novelist like Mr. Tiantong in this group of people, and in addition, Han Yun and Lu Xun, the two great Confucians that Zhao Ping is familiar with, also showed their faces!

Not to mention that there were ten great Confucians who appeared here, and the number of Great Confucians present alone was enough to set off a storm that shocked the Qi country!

A group of great Confucians and many well-known veteran Jinshi powerhouses stood here quietly, as if they were waiting for something.

An old man with a walking stick in his hand, dressed in plain white and a gold-rimmed sacrificial robe, stepped out from behind a door. Under the gaze of Tiantong and the others, he sat on the only sandalwood chair in the room. The old man's dim eyes swept over the people present, making everyone feel like soldiers being inspected by the general, and their spirits were shocked.

When the old man was about to nod, his eyes suddenly saw a touch of ice blue figure, and a bright light flashed in his originally dim eyes, and the old man who was originally a little casual became extremely solemn in the blink of an eye, and he immediately stood up from the seat and bowed to the ice blue figure to greet him.

"I don't know Mr. Tongtian in person, look at the seat!" Obviously the appearance is decayed, as if he will return to the west at any time. But the old man's voice was full of energy, and his figure was extremely loud, and he waved his sleeves slightly, only to see the sandalwood seat, which was no different from the seat behind him, quietly appear behind the ice-blue figure.

Under the stunned gaze of many great Confucians and Jinshi powerhouses, Zhao Ping sat down at the same time with the old priest with a natural look.

Almost at the same time. The hearts of the elite powerhouses present were all at the same time, and the actions of the old priest made them understand what kind of existence Mr. Tongtian was able to obtain a seat in the ancient temple. Only saints!

As expected, Mr. Tongtian's true identity is really extraordinary. Han Yun and Lu Xun, who had a common battle with Zhao Ping, showed a sudden look at the same time.

At this moment, Zhao Ping's identity was exposed. Almost everyone who has crossed paths with Zhao Ping has a sense of absurdity and pride. Do you know Mr. Tsuten? People are kind, and I have had the privilege of fighting, eating, and playing chess with Mr. Tongtian.

The old priest looked at Mr. Tongtian with a hint of confusion in his eyes. He was wondering which friend this Mr. Tongtian had made out of the waistcoat. However, since Mr. Tongtian didn't say it, the old priest naturally wouldn't go out of his way to ask, which made Mr. Tongtian unhappy. A saint is willing to help, this is a beautiful thing that cannot be sought, and no stupid person will rush to the saint who came to help him leave unhappily.

It took a little time to guess Zhao Ping's identity, but for a moment, he really couldn't think of which old priest he was familiar with, so he gave up figuring out, he coughed dryly, and swept his gaze to the Terran elites present: "The matter of the Gu God is already clear to you. The ancient teleportation altar and the plague of locusts meant that the Gu God had crossed the boundary. After the deliberation of the saints, it was decided to sanction the Gu gods who crossed the boundary, and the treaty of the saints should not be trampled on! ”

As the old priest's voice fell, everyone present was still silent, but compared to Fang Cai, almost everyone's eyes lit up with a flame called fighting spirit.

The Sage Treaty cannot be trampled on, and if the Gu God crosses the line, it means that he must accept the sanction of violating the law!

The old priest swept the reactions of everyone present with satisfaction, he raised his hand and took out a black jade plate with heavy pulp, only to see the brocade scales swimming on it, the jewels were quietly diffused, and a faint ink fragrance quietly drifted in a corner of this ancient temple.

The treasure of the ancient powerful book - brocade scale inkstone!

Almost everyone's eyes lit up at the same time, if it was really a saint's treaty that could not be trampled on, the holy temple party even invited the brocade scale inkstone of the book holy relics to move!

The brocade scale inkstone, it can be said that it is its existence that ended the era of the sage strife, the sages of the human race held the inkstone, suppressed the saints of the world, and the domineering posture coerced the sea, forcing the tribes to sign a contract and set the existing sage treaty.

"Can you allow the old man to say a word?" Just when everyone was shocked, Mr. Tongtian's flat voice suddenly echoed in this ancient temple.

The old priest, who had thought that Mr. Tongtian would be silent until the end, was slightly stunned, and then suddenly came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Sir, please speak." ”

"Help the old man clear a way, and the Gu God will be handed over to the old man to solve!" (To be continued.) )