A progress bar that reached one-third of the progress of the mission jumped out of sight, Tang Xuan leaned against the glass corridor of the Fuxi, quietly waiting for Zhao Gongming to come to him, and at the same time taking advantage of this time to think about some questions.

This revival of the ancient god can resist the space bomb, and Zhao Gongming defeated this ancient god, which shows that he has a more powerful means of attack than the space bomb. If he turns against the Union, he will inevitably create even more damage.

In other words, Zhao Gongming is a hidden bomb that is even more terrifying than the revived ancient gods this time, and he has only been in the main world for a day.

Tang Xuan originally guessed that Zhao Gongming had a good character, but in this short time together, he didn't see how Zhao Gongming's character was. But Zhao Gongming's growth rate was too fast, which made him feel uneasy.

Tang Xuan is sure that over time, the neutron battle star may not be able to control Zhao Gongming, and Zhao Gongming is not an ancient god, and the No. 1 assistant role is helpless.

It is impossible for him and the Federation to pin their hopes on the moral level of the immortals, and Jiang Ziya's previous performance has already shown that the immortals are not really friendly to the Federation. The two sides are just using each other, and they may be counterattacked if they are not careful.

Zhao Gongming can no longer be allowed to stay here and absorb the power of faith.

Tang Xuan's eyes gradually became firm.

If this bridge is not demolished, it may not be demolished, and he wants Zhao Gongming to go back, just like driving away Jiang Ziya.

There are drawbacks to doing so.

In case the Federation wants the help of the immortals in the future, it will inevitably encounter great difficulties and may be required of some harsh conditions.

He could only hope that before the next Old God was revived, the Federation could digest a part of the technology of the Hill civilization and destroy the Old God on its own, so as to get rid of the help of the immortals who had other intentions.

Of course, this matter is not something he can decide alone, and he needs to discuss it with the Federation when he returns.

"You seem to be thinking about something about me."

A calm voice came from behind him.

Tang Xuan turned around and was surprised to find that Zhao Gongming's clothes had changed, and the original simple white robe had been replaced with a literary outfit.

The blue and white plaid jacket was particularly bright, the black woolen shirt inside seemed to have water flowing on it under the light from the ceiling, the khaki cropped pants showed the white ankles, and the brown round scalp shoes underfoot showed a hint of stability.

He even wore a pair of gold-rimmed round glasses, exuding the tranquil atmosphere of the years from head to toe.

If he didn't know who he was, Tang Xuan wouldn't have been able to associate him with Zhao Gongming, the god of wealth of the Hong Desolate Immortals.

Tang Xuan was very confused: "You are ......"

"Do as the locals do."

Zhao Gongming replied briefly with a calm face.

Tang Xuan stared at Zhao Gongming up and down for two seconds, and then couldn't help asking, "You picked this dress yourself?" ”

He found that Zhao Gongming's clothes were surprisingly high, and the clothes on his body matched better than most of the Federation, could it be that the immortals also had something special in this regard?

Zhao Gongming guessed what Tang Xuan was thinking, and he said lightly: "Times have changed, but beauty is common." ”

The implication: What's all the fuss about?

Tang Xuan nodded, he diverted the topic and asked, "What about that guy?" ”

Zhao Gongming waved to his side.

A human-tall cloudy crystal appeared next to him, enclosed in a puppet that had been frozen in the appearance of a frightened stride.

"He's the old god of this resurrection?" Tang Xuan frowned, "Isn't this the puppet that transferred us?" ”

Zhao Gongming didn't explain, he pinched the spell to melt the upper part of the crystal, revealing the puppet's head.

The puppet screamed, "Ah! Please! Let me go! Or kill me! I don't want to be locked up again! Please! ”

Imprisoned by the Ancient for too long, he suffers from claustrophobia and a strong resistance to enclosed spaces. Sealed in an immovable crystal, his body could not move, but his consciousness was still active, which was a great pain for Him.

Tang Xuan looked at him curiously, this was the first time he had seen an ancient god in his inhuman form.

The puppet cried out in despair: "Please! ”

His voice echoed through the hallway, layered on top of each other, sounding very loud.

Zhao Gongming's face was displeased.

The crystal spreads upwards and gagged the puppet's mouth.

The puppet only had two eyeballs left to roll wildly.

Zhao Gongming asked Tang Xuan: "How to deal with him, did you kill him?" ”

His tone was very cold, and in his eyes, the puppet god who caused trouble was not as good as a pig in the farmer's pen, and it was cheaper to slaughter him neatly.

"Woooooo

The puppet ancient god's mouth was blocked, but as soon as he heard that Zhao Gongming was going to kill him, he immediately used his throat to shake his head to resonate and make a final struggle.

Tang Xuan stared at the puppet ancient god.

The puppet god shook with a whin.

He could feel Tang Xuan measuring his worth, and he had never been so eager to prove himself useful as he was now.

I worked! I really worked!

I can......

Here you go!

I've got you covered!

Don't kill me!

I can help adults find the joy of childhood!

Don't kill me!

"Stay, the living Old Gods are very helpful for our technological research." Tang Xuan opened his mouth and said, "If I cut off the source of his faith, I can control him." ”

Hearing this, the puppet ancient god suddenly burst into tears. Two lines of tears slowly flowed down and sparkled on the crystal.

Tang Xuan looked at the puppet ancient gods, thinking that this product should be able to promote the progress of god-making technology. After being escorted back to the North Star, there is no fear of chaos with the Neutron Battle Star in charge.

Besides, it would be too cheap to kill Him.

The Academy will use countless solutions to help him atone for the rest of his life.

"Seal it up."

The expression of the puppet ancient god froze.

You might as well kill me!

He shook again, but this time no one paid any attention to Him. The crystal spread upwards, freezing Him along with His tears.

On the other side, under the command of Yin Huazang, a group of small spaceships flew out of the Fuxi in an orderly manner. Some of the ships flew to the manned planets in the Shaoyang Galaxy to re-establish order, while the other ships flew to other warships in the Fuxi Legion to search for possible survivors.

"FX08426 there are no survivors!"

"There are no survivors in FX01362!"

"There's a survivor on FX07415!"

“......”

Steel warships sail into orbit around planets, dropping millions of spherical robots downward. The robots fall into the streets of the city, and the anti-gravity engines come to work, propelling them to patrol the city.

"This is the Fuxi Legion!"

"The source of the disaster has been controlled!"

"Citizens who stay on the street are asked to return to their homes immediately!"

"Wait for the follow-up notice!"

“......”

Yin Huazang listened to the report information on the communication channel while lying on the table and preparing an action report.

The population loss of the Shaoyang Galaxy is extremely large, although it is still being counted, but there should be more than a billion people.

The Fuxi army also suffered heavy losses, and was almost completely annihilated.