An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

"In the past, when Yinglong challenged Zhibi to Shenweiqiu, Zhibi was not angry, and when asked why, Long said: It's like a sin. Everyone was dumb, and no one dared to distinguish - Wen Ye Wen"

At the same time, Void - Kyushu Civilization - a certain subsidiary timeline (Ming)

"Bang bang!"

With a crisp cracking sound, the hundred-refined sword broke in half from the middle.

But fortunately, before the sword collapsed completely, the sharp tip had penetrated the wolf demon that looked like a hill. The forehead with a bunch of white hair was gradually stained red by the blood, and it seemed to be intact. Under his head was Naoren, which had been turned into a ball of mud by the sword energy.

A wolf kiss as big as an adult is right in front of you.

Ke Jun could smell the stench of rotting and fermenting flesh and blood from the bloody mouth so close at hand, but the sharp wolf snout and the fangs that were deposited with countless old bacteria could no longer exert their full potential. opportunity for effect.

"Boom!"

The behemoth, nearly ten meters tall, fell helplessly forward.

And seeing the huge shadow that was two stories high coming towards him, Ke Jun didn't care about anything else and shouted hurriedly:

"Game, settle!"

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Later generations, Kyushu, Jinmen, General Administration of Foreign Civilization Exchange - Commuter Square.

In the huge square, an imperceptible light suddenly flashed. The next moment, a figure wearing ancient clothes, with many holes and dust all over his body suddenly appeared in the corner of the square.

As soon as the figure appeared, dense footsteps sounded all around.

I saw a group of medical workers in white coats carrying stretchers and first-aid kits running hurriedly from a distance. They skillfully lifted the people up and put them on the stretchers, and then hurriedly returned the same way.

After a while.

In the special ward of the No. 1 Hospital next to the General Administration.

The unknown person, whose whole body was wrapped in bandages and almost turned into a mummy, with only his eyes and nostrils left for breathing, was lying on the hospital bed hanging from a bottle of water. At the same time, the closed door was suddenly pushed open from the outside. , I didn’t see anyone, but I heard his voice first:

"Hey, why are you injured like this?"

"If you're seriously injured, there's no need to save the money. It's better to buy a first-aid kit from the game. It's better to take big tonic pills and the like than to be bandaged like this. Although it's special care, this ward is really not a place for human beings. ground."

"Every time I lie down, I'm worried that someone will suddenly jump out of the corner of the room!"

Ke Jun: "."

I'm very annoyed by these lucky colleagues, their seemingly careless words can turn into cold swords and pierce people's hearts.

He worked hard to earn some hard-earned money in the dungeon, but in his eyes, the mission rewards of the dungeon itself were nothing at all. On the contrary, the value attached to the identities randomly shaken out in the dungeon outweighed their hard work. Players who have followed the main line and passed the missions have become much more developed.

Without an average or above average rating, it would be hard for you to show off in front of Emperor Ou.

I have to admit that even if it is a wholesale golden finger, some people can do some tricks.

Yes, I’m talking about you, the son of an aristocratic family, the fighting machine of a stallion, the favored one by the succubus, the diamond VIP of Goulanwashe—Feng Fen!

Among the 12 players currently selected in Kyushu, the others have suffered some moderate injuries each time and are reluctant to spend common currency to come here to rest for a while. Only this guy, after the dungeon is settled, every time, every time Come here, and every time the reason is the same - back pain!

It can make even a real Yangshen suffer a loss. You can only imagine how depraved, dirty and smelly the life in the dungeon is!

"It's okay, they're just flesh wounds, not that serious!"

Listening to someone showing off, Ke Jun responded in a deep voice: "It's just to prevent infection when you touch unclean things, stay in bed for a few days and take some medicine!"

"Why are you in the hospital with kidney failure again?"

Ke Jun asked casually while summarizing the dungeon settlement.

"Nonsense. When have I ever suffered a loss? Don't spread rumors about me."

Feng Fen, who was sitting by the bed, suddenly seemed to have thought of something and suddenly changed his words: "Stop making trouble and get down to business!"

"How much do you remember about the Yellow River Hebo?"

"He Bo? Don't tell me that you have forgotten this. It is clearly written on the true spirit industry bitmap, Bing Yi. Yi. Huh?"

Suddenly, Ke Jun seemed to feel something, and he stopped suddenly.

Subconsciously, he grabbed the medicine list on the bedside table, took the pen handed to him and started writing and drawing.

But a strange scene happened.

The pen was intact and the ink could be written smoothly. However, when Ke Jun wrote according to the memory in his mind, as soon as he wrote the next word, the freshly inked square words on the previous one began to gradually fade away, and the ice that he wrote at first began to fade away. The word Yi has already changed its appearance, replaced by Feng Yi.

What made him even more frightened was that he only glanced and stopped writing for a moment. When he came back to his senses, the following paragraph had changed into something unfamiliar:

He Bo's surname was Feng, his given name was Yi, and his subtitle was Junping. He died because of crossing the river. In recognition of his benevolence and noble moral character, the Emperor of Heaven named him He Bo to control the Yellow River.

In order to clarify and respect the gods, and to be the god of rivers and rivers, he is in charge of the rivers in the world.

He is the son-in-law of the Lord of Taishan Prefecture.

It would be fine if only the handwriting had changed. The key is that at the same time, the game panel on the retina that was staying on the dungeon settlement page suddenly popped up an emergency prompt with scarlet writing:

[It was discovered that civilization is skewed and common sense has been modified. Please tell me whether to block it (yes/no)

Based on this modification being a change in the timeline of the player's civilization, the game shielding service will be based on the time and space boundary era standard, and interval fees will be charged. Single common sense modification shielding service: Jin Dynasty (3000 common currency). Overall common sense modification shielding service: Jin~ ? (1000000)

The game can maintain a consciousness barrier for players for up to 24 hours. If the time limit is exceeded, if the corresponding service is not purchased, it will be deemed to be modified.

Note: This type of service is limited to the current player's personal knowledge and cannot include other intelligent life forms. Players are advised to pay attention to the scope of the service. Large-scale dissemination will cause the failure to modify the common sense of a certain group, and the service will have a high probability of failure and be fluctuated. Source detection (can be exchanged for corresponding packaging and shielding services, the fee is.)】

Not daring to wait for the long list of numbers to appear, Ke Jun immediately closed the current pop-up window.

Good guy, even if he drained his wallet, he couldn't get the share of a single modification, let alone a package purchase.

Ten million?

Such a huge amount of cash flow may not be possible for veteran players who have been swimming in the void for thousands of years, let alone a newcomer like him who has only survived five or six dungeons.

Not to mention the string that has not yet been exposed in the follow-up.

This is not for people!

But by the same token, after such a high price, it must also correspond to a more terrifying and profound fact.

Although Ke Jun is a swordsman, thanks to the teachings of his seniors, he also holds many concurrent posts in other tributaries of the Taoist sect, so he is quite familiar with the He Bo who is recorded on the True Spirit Industry Bitmap.

You know, although He Bo of the Yellow River is not very conspicuous in the Kyushu pantheon.

But His heels can be traced back to the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors period!

Such an ancient existence can't even retain rumors and records.

Ke Jun suddenly felt a chill.

Players do like to cause trouble and are the source of all evil in the void, but this does not mean that they are really not afraid of death.

Especially something that looks like a trap at first glance.

Ke Jun stared at Feng Fen, and the other party nodded tacitly.

Although I also forgot the general details, I just pretended. Anyway, there is someone who understands here, right?

Although, this understanding person also has a time limit.

After today, like everyone in Jiuzhou, he had to tacitly forget about this existence, leaving only a strange question in his mind about the short history of Yellow River Hebo.

Fear?

fear?

There are, but there is nothing we can do.

Today's descendants, after more than ten years of vigorous development, have indirectly taken control of this blue planet. Players with a wide range of channels even made the first land immortal three years ago ( Sun God), but compared with the vast starry sky, it is still too unsightly.

The starry sky is a difficult exploration, let alone such an illusory and ethereal existence as myth.

After all, in the relevant records left by our ancestors, there are many stories of stars falling, the sky falling apart, and the world being created while talking and laughing.

For them, immortality is still an end point that needs to be looked up to, but for mythology, it is just a starting point on a long journey.

"We're here, there's the Blood Maple Forest in front of us. If it's not convenient for me to go in, Shaoyou can go there on his own!"

"By the way, the king asked me to tell you: there is no need to worry about the dangers of the mountains and rivers. There is the Xuanyuan Sword buried at the end of the forest. Although the sword is divided into two parts, you must not violate the time. You can draw the sword and move. The first three swords have the power of the king."

In front of a lush maple forest that was as scarlet as blood, a square-faced man spoke to the young man next to him in a loud voice.

After the words fell, a cold snort came from the red lone seal behind, but after waiting for a while, there was no other unnecessary change. It seemed that the person just snorted to show his sense of existence?

"Thank you!"

Holding back his twitching nose, Zhang Ke thanked him seriously. Compared to him who was reserved, the laughter of the people from the Xiong clan around him could be said to be very unrestrained.

Seeing this, Zhang Ke bowed and saluted again, then hurriedly walked into the bloody maple forest ahead.

He was worried that he would be delayed here any longer, so he couldn't help but laugh out loud in the warm atmosphere.

People can laugh, but he can't be so presumptuous.

Otherwise, even if he has been protected by two eyes here, there is no guarantee that anyone will take action.

There will certainly be no danger, but humiliation is inevitable.

And because of this trivial matter, it's not worth it to pull out the Xuanyuan Sword.

He can stir up troubles with his own abilities, but he doesn't want to make the people who have expectations for him behind him run around and be busy because of himself. Even if they are as close as teachers, the relationship between father and son is not like this.

Externally, Zhang Ke appears to be unsophisticated, brainless, and uncalculating, which is in line with the impressions of Manhuang and Jiuzhou on him, but internally, he doesn't have to learn, but he can't understand.

There are thousands of kinds of debts, but favors are the hardest to repay.

Of course, the top priority is that he is still more curious about the first divine sword in Kyushu mythology. The teacher can put it back a little. After all, he has seen the trial space many times, so it is not that rare. On the contrary, it is the Xuanyuan Sword that carries countless legends. Exciting.

However, it turns out that Zhang Ke thought too much.

Yes, I saw it, but it was different from the majestic, majestic and sacred appearance I imagined.

The so-called Xuanyuan Sword is a rusty stone sword inserted on a small mound.

Its appearance has been corroded by wind and rain and looks like pits. Green moss grows on the stone sword, and only some vague lines can be seen from some corners that have not been covered.

All divine weapons have their own set of logic and cognition. Although they may not have complete spiritual intelligence, they are no less picky than a harsh intelligent being.

Such is the case with the defilement of divine objects.

In front of people who are not suitable for them, these magical weapons often show a tattered appearance, but in front of people who are worthy of them, they are eager to show themselves, even if they are against them, they are willing to do so.

Although the one who promised Zhang Ke the authority to wield the three swords, he could naturally draw this divine sword.

But when Zhang Ke's eyes moved to the small mound with quite fresh soil under the stone sword, the curiosity in his heart disappeared instantly.

Naturally, there were no rules in the wilderness for burying people and erecting grave mounds, but it was used for a wide range of purposes in later generations. In addition, the soil was quite fresh. It was obvious at a glance that someone had made it temporarily. For what reason, he knew it clearly without having to think about it.

It's just that I'm worried that someone who came here for the first time will take the wrong path and step on the grave.

Although the Blood Maple Forest only sealed one of You's heads, stepping on it would be more offensive than stepping on other places.

Think of some small-minded person.

Zhang Ke decisively detached his eyes from the Xuanyuan Sword that had turned into a stone sword, knelt in front of the earth bag, picked off the heads hanging on his waist, and placed them in front of him by category:

"I originally thought I would collect five for you, and I could barely make a small Jingguan. But when I got here, I couldn't get through, so I didn't succeed. You can make do with it for now!"

"Okay, now that the business is done, it's time for me to leave. Anyway, there are many opportunities to meet. There are so many people here, so there's nothing else to say!"

Although Lao Deng is unwilling to be resurrected, there is no problem in piecing together a complete body.

One day.

"Let's go, let's go quickly, keep the green hills and don't worry about running out of firewood!"

A group of water gods took advantage of the huge waters that submerged most of the northern mountains and fled outwards without looking back.

But they were anxious, but there was someone here who was even more anxious than them.

No matter how much these water gods circle around, they can't completely escape the hounds behind them.

In an instant, dozens of familiar figures appeared all around. At the same time, under the calm water, a sudden undercurrent surged, and the sediment deposited on the bottom of the water was turned to the surface under the surging water.

The clear waters suddenly became murky and muddy.

In this turbid water, the sounds of abuse and scolding could be heard endlessly, but after a brief noise, the sound of clashing swords could be heard.

And in the vast northern mountains, scenes like this have been happening frequently during this period!

With Juishui Water God taking the lead and a group of follow-up Water Gods following up, the Water God water control team has given full play to their advantages as locals. The size of the team has been increasing day by day. In just over a month, it has swept through nearly Half of Beishan Sutra.

In addition to the Yellow River, there are a total of 63 river systems, large and small, listed in the scriptures in the Northern Three Meridians. There are hundreds of unknown river systems, as well as river systems that were reborn due to floods during the Yao and Shun eras. There are many strong ones among them, but the eldest brother who could prevent this disaster has died. Even if the remaining ones still have some strength left, they don't want to compete with that Shaoyou.

But they were unwilling to face each other head-on, and these water gods who had changed their ways earlier were unwilling to let go of their own kind.

As for the reason?

Just like a spy, after he couldn't bear the temptation and chose to fall, he became less and less able to see those upright existences.

Although, the other water gods are not upright.

Although, the adjective spy cannot be used for this matter. Flood control is a barbaric trend. Although the floods in Emperor Shun's era are destined to not be quelled, everyone always follows the overall situation. They are called heroes.

But those guys, the screams of their minions were too unpleasant to hear.

With such gossip, it’s no wonder that the water gods on Zhang Ke’s side turned their fun into their responsibilities!

As long as everyone is on the same level, you have no reason to point fingers at me!

Above the Yellow River, there is a raised rock (top of the mountain).

Zhang Ke's red eyes reflected everything that was happening in every corner of Bei Ci San Jing at this time, and a hint of helplessness occasionally flashed in his clear eyes.

In his long experience, he had never been so relaxed as now.

Except for a He Bo who needs to be settled, the whole process is fully automatic, and you can enjoy the final result without spending any effort.

The green jade hangs high in the sky.

Countless water vein spirits turned into azure rainbow light and floated in the air, forming a spectacular scene, like hundreds of rivers to the sea, pouring into the "small" seal on that side.

Along with the decline of the water veins, the flowing water on the material level gradually began to fail after losing the support of its roots.

Although due to the violent development of the overall wilderness environment, water vapor from the Beishan Jing and other land masses is still continuously gathering towards the location of the Bei San Jing, replenishing the water veins drained by Zhang Ke. Waiting for external extraction.

But the speed of water discharge can never keep up with the speed of drainage.

After all, those water gods outside are not stupid.

Since you are not planning to enter the northern mountains and solve the root cause of everything, you should at least control the flow of water veins to avoid losing too much.

Zhang Ke had no objection to this.

While the Water God was being conservative, it also relieved the pressure on him. If the stalemate continued, Zhang Ke would lose in the end.

After all, he alone could not drink the water that covered the entire wilderness.

Unless we keep traveling between Kyushu and the wilderness, we need a larger pond to hold these excess water veins, but that will destroy this hard-won tacit understanding. Without the He Bo, there will be the River God and the Sidu Water God. Not all otakus are like Bingyi.

In this way, as time passes by, the waters covering all directions are beginning to decline at a speed visible to the naked eye.