Fighting beyond the sky

As time goes by, the number of stars is also increasing...

"Seven hundred..."

"Eight hundred..."

"Nine hundred..."

"one thousand……"

When Xiao Yan was completely immersed in the internal situation of his dantian, he also carefully and cautiously counted the specific number of stars contained in his body, trying not to lose a single one. When the number of stars reached a thousand, In that dantian, in an instant, bursts of roaring sounds erupted.

The next thing I saw clearly was that the mist that lingered and hovered beside the stars, showing a faint color of chaos, immediately changed into a large area of ​​light yellow color.

"Huang Ji..." At this time, Xiao Yan pondered for a while, and clearly felt an incomparably powerful force, which quickly formed in his body, and immediately shot towards his limbs at a very fast speed. The direction flows away.

However, the Huang-level Xinghai is the lowest-level Xinghai. Even if it is possible, it is very safe to break through to God of War, but that is only the Huang-level Xinghai. In the future, even the road of growth and cultivation in the future will bring Xiao Yan Too many obstacles.

The way of cultivation is to cross a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses, step by step, step by step, very cruel and ruthless, if the foundation is not laid well, then the road will become narrower and narrower in the future, and in the end it will not be able to reach that higher level.

Therefore, Xiao Yan's target is the mysterious level or even the earth level. If there is a chance, there is almost no one in the sky-level star sea. Xiao Yan dares to imagine that he will try to attack once.

It took half a year for the number of stars in Xiao Yan's dantian to increase to one thousand. Of course, for a strong man like Dou Xian Dou Shen, time is no longer a limit, and time is no longer the greatest enemy of life.

Although it is not eternal life, with cultivation, one can live for a long enough time. Therefore, the biggest enemy is resources.

When resources are scarce, scrambling will become a more terrifying enemy than time. To survive, you are no longer an enemy of time, but everyone is involved in the struggle for resource control.

When Xiao Yan struggled to break through the Battle God, Uncle Zhong also wandered in the Battle God Alliance for half a year. As the God of the Ninth Heaven, he could also enter the Higher Heaven for a short time.

After several attempts, Uncle Zhong's expression was not good. It was obvious that things were not going well. At this time, Uncle Zhong came to the eighth heaven. Compared with the ninth heaven, the number of people in the eighth heaven was much smaller. It is also less noisy.

Uncle Zhong came to an exquisite courtyard. There were two pear trees in front of the gate, with white flowers in bloom, which seemed somewhat poetic.

"Uncle Zhong, please see me!"

Uncle Zhong stood in front of the door, cupping his hands and cupping his fists.

"Uncle Zhong? You're not staying in your ninth heaven, what's the purpose of coming here to find me?" The door of the other courtyard didn't open, but there was a leisurely and emotionless voice coming from it.

"Master Xiuzhu, I have something to discuss, can I take a step to speak." Uncle Zhong continued to clasp his fists.

"No need, it seems that you have also chosen to surrender, maybe I will in the future, but not now." A voice from the other courtyard seemed to have guessed Uncle Zhong's intention.

"Lord Xiuzhu, the Palace Master needs to go out this time, and his head is full of eyes. This calamity... we have to help him." Uncle Zhong gritted his teeth and said in a heavy voice.

"No help."

The voice is still flat.

"This is our mission." Uncle Zhong showed a ruthless look in his eyes.

"Mission? If he wants to take it, I will give him my life, but if he wants me to be a thug, I'm sorry, I won't do it." Xiuzhu's voice came out again, the voice was resolute, and Uncle Zhong seemed to have expected the solution. Immediately, it was a flick of the sleeve robe.

Uncle Zhong stepped back, turned around directly, stopped talking nonsense, and walked away at leisure.

"Uncle Zhong, the situation has changed. We can all be free in this troubled world, and we don't have to participate in the disputes in the troubled world. You and I are just a chess piece, a discarded piece that is not enough to change the game. Why risk your life?" Gambling." Just as Uncle Zhong turned around, the voice continued in the other courtyard, and Uncle Zhong's footsteps froze slightly.

"Xiuzhu, no matter the future or the past, you and I are just the same people, and this game of chess is not something that you and I can guess clearly. Whether it is a living player or an abandoned player, you and I are all here. In the game of chess, you think you can stay out of it, but you are not... you are killing yourself." Uncle Zhong tilted his head slightly, with two strands of bangs blocking his eyes, and his whole person suddenly became tense.

"I'm not here to beg you, I'm just here to inform you that the words have come to an end, how to make a decision is up to you, you have the final say on dead or alive chess, Xiuzhu." Uncle Zhong stopped talking nonsense after finishing speaking. Get away.

With his strength, in the eighth heaven, he can only be regarded as the middle level, and there are many people who are stronger than him, but Uncle Zhong walks on the road alone, and no one around him dares to tease and disturb.

What Uncle Zhong said after he left made no sound from the other courtyard...

Uncle Zhong has already notified the people he thought might be able to help, but the end was not going well, so Uncle Zhong simply returned to the Ninth Heaven, and he had to prepare for the worst.

However, on the way home, Uncle Zhong accidentally ran into the Palace Master of the Seventh Heaven——Bai Ling.

After the two people met, they both smiled and yawned each other.

"Where is Uncle Zhong going?" His Highness Bai Ling was also the first to ask.

"I also have nothing to do, just take a stroll around, is His Highness Bai Ling going to look for the confidante in Qianbao Pavilion?" Uncle Zhong smiled slightly, and Bai Ling also smiled noncommittally.

"Shuya didn't bring any trouble to Uncle Zhong, did he?"

"Of course not. The woman next to His Highness Bai Ling is so intelligent and reasonable, and at the same time completely monopolizes the economic lifeline of the Ninth Heaven, so there is no trouble." Uncle Zhong also exchanged greetings with Lord Bai Ling.

While the two of them were communicating, they also entered the ninth heaven. Compared with the eighth heaven, the ninth heaven is more down-to-earth, and at the same time, it is more chaotic. Clearly, compared with the Ninth Heaven, it is the safest and most peaceful place in the Alliance of Fighting Gods.

"Speaking of which, it has been such a long time since the Golden List Ceremony. I may take the liberty to ask, where is His Highness Xiao Feng of the Ninth Heaven, and how is the situation?" Bai Ling spoke first, Facing the god Zhong Bo, he asked, after all, he met himself once in Wanji Pavilion.

And after the Lord Zhong Bo heard these words, his face was obviously very shocked and unbelievable. He had predicted that there were many possibilities for him to find Bai Ling for help.But speaking in such a straight-to-the-point way, it was infinitely close to his ultimate goal of running around.This is something I never imagined.