Chapter Seventy-Seven: Treat Me as a Hero?
Rumble!!
The sky collapsed, as if an invisible hand was pressed down from above, just this pressure, at least nearly 30,000 golden ants were killed, including the ant queen who had already entered the threshold of the merger, everything, in front of this inconspicuous 'Xue Zhenren', was pressed as a joke.
This must be the power of the way!!
The surviving Chu Tianzi and Zhao Zheng looked at Zuo Meng who was using their magical powers with a shocked expression.
"Why didn't you do it sooner? You could have saved more people. ”
One of the strong survivors couldn't help but speak, and one of the golden ant tides who died before was his best friend.
Zuo Meng glanced at this person, and he didn't even have the desire to deal with him at all. He has also met many such people before, and he feels that what others do is a matter of course, in Zuo Meng's opinion, this is a complete joke, no one has the obligation to be good to whom, if you don't understand this, then there is no need to deal with it, and it is a waste of time to speak.
Airplanes!
The formation was stable, and Zuo Meng stepped into it with one foot first and disappeared.
As for the god powerhouse who asked the question, his face was ugly, and after snorting coldly, he also submerged into the teleportation array.
Being alive is more important than face.
"It's stronger than you think, it's unfathomable. ”
"Surely we have already agreed, and Your Majesty will need to endure for a few more years. ”
After everyone else left, the last national teacher and Zhao Zheng sighed, arched their hands to Chu Tianzi, and followed in. Chu Tianzi closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and followed into the teleportation array, but at the moment when he was about to step into the teleportation channel, he suddenly found that there was a strange stone in the palace that Zuo Meng had stepped on.
What's that?
Chu Tianzi's heart moved, and he took the black stone into his hand, this action completely angered the ant tide, and all the golden ants rushed into the peripheral teleportation array like crazy, but Chu Tianzi had already disappeared into the teleportation array with that stone.
......
Zhimo finally got started and became an official outer disciple of the Taichu Immortal Sect.
Six hundred years of development, the Taichu Immortal Gate has long been no longer the grass head team set by Zuo Meng, there are four distinctions between the outer door, the inner door, the core and the true inheritance, and all those who have just entered will be divided into the outer gate. The outer gate that Zhimo was assigned to was Xianzhu Peak, and the peak master was his sister Zhixin'er.
"Sure enough, everywhere you have to rely on relationships to speak. ”
The little beggar said faintly on the side.
This little beggar doesn't know what shit luck he has taken, and he actually passed the assessment of the Taichu Immortal Gate, of course, it is more likely that someone at the top of the Taichu Immortal Gate said a word, and the following rules are just some random and changeable sentences for some people above.
"Hu Gou'er, don't you want to be so salty, okay? Work hard, let's strive to become the inner door in three years, the core in five years, and the true legend of the head in ten years. ”
Although Zhimo is very young, he knows a lot, and this little beggar can be regarded as a rare good friend he has made over the years, so he naturally needs to be encouraged.
"Huh. ”
The corners of Hu Gou'er's mouth twitched, indicating that he had laughed.
These second generations really don't have a common language, do you think that everyone is the same as you, can you improve by working hard? Don't you see the outer disciple at the door with a gray beard, it doesn't matter, it is impossible to rise to the inner door if you work hard until you die, unless you are extremely talented, but it is obvious that whether it is Hu Gou'er or Zhimo, neither of them is among them.
"Hard work is hope!"
Zhimo poured chicken soup violently.
"You are only eight years old, the standard age of the Taichu Immortal Sect is ten years old, and you can pass by lying about your age, I have no hope for this sect. Hu Gou'er also knew Zhimo's true age, he was already a beggar, and after learning the result, he became even more salty, and he was ready to live in the Taichu Immortal Gate in the future.
It is impossible for an inner door to be an inner door.
If you want to improve your cultivation, you can't do it, so you can only mess around like the white-bearded outer disciples at the door.
"Anyway, when will the materials for our entry be sent? I heard that there is a good internal skill as a reward. "Hu Gou'er was lying on a big bluestone, with one leg crossed.
Thanks to Zhimo, although the two of them are disciples of the outer sect, no one dares to arrange tasks for them at all, who let other people's sisters be the masters of the outer sect.
Just when the two little salted fish entered the Taichu Immortal Gate, the Great Chu Jingshi suddenly sent out a news that shocked the world.
“...... Chu Prime Minister Han Feng fell, and a new enemy appeared in the Far North Wasteland, the golden ant...... Truce with the demons and form an alliance......"
One news after another spread all over the world, and the entire Dachu instantly became a sensation.
Especially the truce with the demon clan, has been fiercely opposed, the human race and the demon clan have been fighting for many years, I don't know how many people's relatives died in the hands of the demon clan, and even the bones have not been recovered, and now the sudden truce naturally leads to turmoil in the world. It's just that this emotion was quickly suppressed, and the news of the rise of the alien race spread all over the world, and the national teacher Zhang He personally brought back a corpse of the alien race and hung it in the Jingshi.
The hideous appearance of the golden ant and the natural killing form aroused everyone's sense of crisis, and even the hatred was temporarily suppressed, and there may still be a small number of people who oppose it, but it can no longer affect the overall situation.
Zuo Meng sat in the deepest part of the blessed land, looking down on the changes in the world.
He could feel that the popularity of Ruchao was being affected by others, and the few secret luck that had been buried before were temporarily harvested away, and the descendants of the distant cousin in the capital, who Zuo Meng had not even looked at it, lost the blessing of luck and became ordinary people, and the remaining few also lost the influence of luck, only Zhixin'er's luck was more intense.
"Have you decided to use Zhixin'er against me?"
Zuo Meng's eyes became more and more indifferent, more and more indifferent. He doesn't know how those people managed to retreat for hundreds of thousands of years when he read novels in his previous life, and after he got out, he was still competing for women, money, and even fame and fortune, and some of them even had a bad taste to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger and slap his face or something, anyway, this kind of thing is getting weaker and weaker in Zuo Meng's body, and his perspective on things is getting closer and closer to the way of heaven.
"Is there still a little Zhimo?"
This pair of sisters and brothers officially became their pawns, used to deal with Zuo Meng, an unscrupulous heavenly way.
The two teamed up, did they treat me as a bully?
A strange thought flashed through Zuo Meng's mind, but it quickly faded away, and he looked at the gradually changing laws.
The last great change in the law is coming.
After this time, I woke up from the dream.
After waking up from this dream, it should surprise many people, he remembered that before he fell asleep, he was still in the 'mortal' stage in the real world, as if he was still trapped in one place.