Meanwhile.

On the Sword Casting Villa, Ning Zheng was the old steward and went directly up the mountain.

"Old steward, why are you here!"

"Please save the world."

"We were wrong, we were a bunch of incompetent saviors."

"This big plot, no matter how we calculate it, we feel powerless!"

Each game is basically a novice village head, welcoming players who claim to be saviors.

It's the same with them.

But they never thought that the destruction in front of them was so vast and desperate, and they secretly hated themselves for not doing anything!

I regret it now!

Ning Zheng looked at their confessional appearance when they knew their mistakes, and he was puzzled.

It's the fault of men and gods to destroy the world, isn't it your fault?

To be honest, Ning Zheng felt that they were fierce enough, their action was strong enough, and the rapid development of the mountain villa like this was already a miracle in human history!

But why is their sense of responsibility so heavy, they have to think that this time the destruction of the world can't be saved, it's their cauldron!

Since this plot has a bad ending, it must be their problem!

As a matter of fact.

The sneak attack of the human god did not expect it from all the monks in the entire Kyushu, and even the big guy was caught off guard.

Why does the little blacksmith take on the main responsibility for everything?

Seeing that Ning Zheng himself is sober in the world, he knows what he can help as a minor monk of the Three Yuan Realm? Run away decisively.

But now, inexplicably, there is no success.

But Ning Zheng thought about it, it was good for the little blacksmiths to do this, to inspire them who were desperate and painful, so that they would work harder to move bricks in the future, so as not to laugh and laugh every day.

"Now, I have a task for you."

Ning Zheng said in a deep voice: "This is about the future of the entire Kyushu. ”

The eyes of the desperate crowd lit up.

I'm not afraid that the task is difficult, but I'm afraid that the task won't come.

"Old steward, you say!"

"For the sake of Kyushu, we are willing to die!"

"Give everything, don't hesitate!"

Ning Zheng looked around, his gaze falling on the group of ember weapons:

"Nowadays, humans have to quarantine for a period of time when they enter any survival area, but weapons are not used, and weapons are not infected."

"And the weapon can prove the identity of your Xirong Divine Craftsman."

"I want you to go to various human survival areas and hold a worship ceremony, so that the only remaining human cities can worship Xirong Divine Craftsman and voluntarily sacrifice a drop of blood."

Ning Zheng described the general process.

Why can the followers of the Wusheng Sect absorb Qi Luck -2?

Because they are fanatical followers of the Childless Sect, they voluntarily make a deal with the Motherless, and they only need to pretend to be the Motherless Mother and get them to agree to the transaction.

It is possible to succeed in pretending to be a lifeless mother and letting these disciples die, let alone a mere luck transaction?

And now.

Ning Zheng wanted to establish a temporary Xirong Divine Cult.

If this plan didn't work before, but now Xi Rong's reputation is too strong, and Kyushu's hope is even a fanatic.

They are very likely to become temporary fanatics, sincerely agreeing to the fortune value trade, and they can reap the harvest themselves.

As for whether the offering of blood is fake, the transaction in the name of offering a drop of blood is true to make the other party agree to sacrifice the luck value.

And the blood can pretend to be just a Xirong Divine Craftsman, collecting their blood, researching the method of cracking the ape, and covering up the truth of his own collection of luck.

After all, there must always be a reason for holding similar cult ceremonies for no reason.

Ning Zheng thought in his heart:

"But there's two problems."

"First, although now that the catastrophe in Kyushu is approaching, those ape people will definitely grasp the last straw and agree to the ceremony of the Xirong Divine Craftsman, but verbal consent is not possible, and it takes an extremely sincere voluntary transaction to cut the luck value -2."

"Believers in the Religion of No Life can do it because they are believers, but ordinary people, who basically have no faith, are completely sincere, and have no distractions and dedication, the conversion rate is 10% is good."

"Second, the range of my absorption qi luck value is limited, I have to teleport again and again, go to various human gathering places, and wait for the moment when they hold a ceremony, and hide next to absorb it."

Ning Zheng sighed.

His body is going to go crazy everywhere.

But the ape virus outside is so terrifying, even if he puts on a protective shield and isolates himself from the outside world in a vacuum environment, he will have a certain risk of infection when he goes out in person.

"But I can only go once."

Ning Zheng's luck is not enough, and now the opportunity is rare, and it is estimated that he may not have such a pious belief in the future.

We have to take advantage of the current harvest wave, even if the entire Kyushu only harvests one-ten-thousandth of the limited population, it is a very staggering number.

He looked at the various divine soldiers and walked through the teleportation array, "Let's go, let's send you to the various regions first." ”

Imperial Mausoleum in Beijing.

In the Dragon Palace, a surprise attack overwhelmed all the beings in this tomb.

If you don't go to war with people and gods, what are you doing here?

These ancient dragon saints have not yet replied, but the local natives, who don't know what is going on outside, have been attacked by various powerful escorts.

"Who is so bold?"

"Actually attacked the Dragon Palace?"

Angry voices came from countless strong people.

They are still living in history and don't even think they're dead.

In their worldview, the dragons are the strongest and most perfect race in the entire Kyushu.

A strange, ugly, bald creature is attacking in front of you?

This hairless creature, pale and bloodless, was a deformed offspring of blood in their eyes.

If they give birth to a dragon without scales, their first reaction is nausea, they find it ugly, and they want to strangle to death.

"This guy is an ape, why is his hair gone?"

"Freak, I guess he was kicked out by the race tribe."

"The ape clan is just an inferior species, how dare they attack our supreme dragon clan?"

In the entire city in the tomb of the Dragon Palace, countless mixed-blood dragon blood clansmen were pointing to the sky and discussing, and even sneering.

"Silence!!" The tomb generals who took the lead, the more they listened, the more ugly their faces became, and they immediately scolded.

You're looking for death!

Shut up.

The neutral tomb group on the back of the nursery was beaten up just now.

"No, let them say it again, I love to hear it." A smile flashed in Ning Zheng's eyes, but his heart kept turning, sorting things out with absolute logic and judgment, and then assisting in the detection of qi luck, so that he could have a chance to seek a glimmer of life.

They seem to have a lot of information.

Sure enough, outside the imperial tomb, they are all ancient losers.

The ancient families who really have background, information, and intelligence are all hiding in the imperial mausoleum to be buried, and even they are royalty.

It's a pity.

If you have the opportunity, it's not that you don't want to sit down and listen to a song of the years.

But time is running out now.

"It's burning." Ning Zheng spoke.

"Good!" Xin Yiyun's law phase split out again, lit the fire, and burned the half-blood dragon species that had just spoken the most by name.

Of course, Ning Zheng did not go to the human dynasty after the apes.

Because the truth can be erased by posterity, history is written by the victors.

He chose to go to the former dynasty that was overthrown by the apes.

The one who knows best about the existence of this ape god can only be his enemy!

"Guys!?"

The faces of the saints changed several times.

They greeted him with a good voice, but this man was so fierce, he was a madman? Come up and slaughter?

But they are not stupid, and the dragon saint led by them smiled and said: "Please burn it, we have a mortal enmity with that ancient ape, and we are willing to help you, if you believe us, we can even explain it to you personally, why kill people to get it?" ”

"If you don't believe it, we'll take the news ourselves."

Ning Zheng's voice made the dragon saint stiffen, and a trace of annoyance flashed, but he still held back.

Who are they?

The Ancient Dragon Clan, and even in the tombs, there are other powerhouses of the Four Divine Beast Clans!

Back then, they were defeated by the Australopithecus clan, not because they were really defeated, but because they weighed the pros and cons and chose to retreat.

Because it is the ancient ape, the breeding speed is too fast, and it is born with early wisdom.

The number of races of their divine beasts could not be exhausted, so they chose to back down.

It's like the human race today, the strongest race in Kyushu, but does it mean that the divine beast race in each region is weak?

They're not weak!!

It's just seclusion, and when gathered, it can compete with the Terrans, even exceeding the number of strong people of the Terrans.

It's just that they have a low fertility rate and don't want to be consumed with those endless human beings.

Besides, Kyushu's territory is too big, and the resources are sufficient, so they will live in peace.

Back then, the masters of their Molten Dragon Era were not defeated, but they just retreated to that ape god and retained their great power.

Even the ancient ape didn't dare to fight to the death with them, and the young hairless monkey in front of him who had been skinned dared to provoke them?

Whoa!

Xin Yiyun decisively continued to burn a large area of the half-blood dragon species.

"Obviously not enough."

Ning Zheng's gaze fell on the palace, preparing to burn a dragon emperor who was at the peak of this Dragon Dynasty period, a certain period in ancient times.

"Saint-level ones must also be burned to death."

As soon as these words came out, the audience was in an uproar.

"You're deceiving people too much!" Burning their henchmen to death was already a slap in the face, and when the butcher's knife fell on their heads, they couldn't hold back anymore.

It's rubbing their faces on the ground!

Each of their saints was once a dragon king of a certain dynasty, overturning rivers and seas, pushing the world, and flooding Kyushu with sea water at every turn, making countless enemies fearful.

But now, to burn them?

"Your Excellency, we will not hide the information, we will explain it personally." A saint stood up, "Why bother with the dead? We can't—"

Ning Zheng's eyes flickered coldly.

"Then burn a bunch."