An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

Night falls quietly.

For most people in later generations, working as a screw is still a daily routine today.

Although the great wave of spiritual energy recovery has been around forty years in later generations, from the perspective of ordinary people, the baby that was babbling at the beginning has now reached its thirties, has its own wife, children, and established a new family. .

But apart from the fact that psychic technology has benefited every corner of life and decorated people's lives to a certain extent, there is not much difference.

There is still a week's work, days off, overtime work, and heavy schoolwork still exists in the daily life of teenagers.

Even because of the advent of the era of everyone cultivating immortals, thanks to the growth of soul and spirit that cultivation brings, the average daily workload of young people in later generations is three to ten times that of forty years ago.

Under such heavy work, the probability of sudden death has entered a very low downturn compared with forty years ago. It must be said that spiritual practice has really "changed" people's lives.

Well, it’s worth mentioning that weekend breaks have now been thoroughly implemented into people’s daily lives.

This is also one of the few good news among the many bad news.

There is nothing you can do about it. There is one disadvantage in this era where everyone is cultivating. The bosses and leaders have no idea how many talented people you have under your command. There is no chance that someone will pop up and stab you. The spell that destroys luck is really hard to guard against!

Although later generations have explicitly prohibited the use of witchcraft and heresy on Kyushu citizens, this thing is not as eye-catching as concealing firearms. A handful of hay on the roadside, a red rope on the waistband of cotton trousers, and a embroidery needle

If these gadgets were not sold retail, their core cost would not even be as much as a bottle of mineral water.

Oh, by the way, the current mineral water has been renamed Lingquan water. Although it cannot respond to every request, at least it has some trace factors added to it to help the absorption of spiritual energy.

I don’t think there was a ban on the sale of kitchen knives at the beginning, but now there is no ban on the sale of needles.

In this way, the adults have shown their kindness for the first time. Whether it is holidays or wages, as long as you can work hard, they will be given to you. Anyway, it is just a loss of 100 million points, not nothing.

As for the elderly.

What?

Where are the elderly people?

As long as you find all three souls and seven souls, you can condense a true spirit and live for two hundred years.

In the past, with the average life span of 70 years, retirement was considered to be 60 years old. But now the average life span of human beings has reached 270 years. How dare you call yourself an elderly person if you are 230 or 40 years old?

But the reality is that the recovery of spiritual energy has barely made up a fraction until now. Even the "old people" who were stuck in the retirement age are now only ninety-seven or eighty-eight years old, and they are still in their youth. If you don’t work hard, what will you think about retirement?

Of course, the turmoil in the world has nothing to do with Xiong Xiang.

As one of the first players to be selected by the game in later generations, his daily life is busier and more bumpy than ordinary people. Today he is beaten in this dungeon, and tomorrow he is beaten in that dungeon. The ups and downs of his life are summarized here: It was a smooth downhill journey. If he hadn't been able to escape with his life every time, if it hadn't been for the fact that something good would suddenly fall from the sky after every escape, he wouldn't be happy to play this damn game at all!

It’s so torturous!

His gaming life is like a sadistic novel on a female channel. He is full of ups and downs and occasionally gives a candy, and then faces greater ups and downs and hardships.

When I think about the players in the same group as me, there are hard-working workers, logistics and farming bosses, and war madmen who are chopping and slashing all the way. There is even a certain succubus-possessed person who is enjoying the fire wherever he goes. His Bitter tears shed from the corners of his eyes.

Weak!

helpless!

But I had to play.

Although the game is not like some ancient online novels, under the restrictions of the rules and regulations, any violation is a death sentence, but looking at the tens of billions of people in later generations, only a dozen or so children of destiny have been selected.

The probability is almost one in a billion, so what qualifications does he have to be a lazy dog?

Moreover, what motivates him is not only his own enterprising spirit, but also the self-esteem of fellow veteran players, and even the push from Kyushu behind him. No one in the future can withstand the reputation of being a comrade and a family of heroes.

In this way, Xiong Xiang got used to it half-heartedly, and until now, he even enjoys it.

Of course, that won't work now.

Since he obtained the title of Real Person and the Immortal Qualification Certificate in a certain Great Song Dynasty dungeon a month ago, Xiong Xiang, who was somewhat complacent to a certain extent, immediately went to the trial dungeon of later generations to weigh his quality.

And because of his damn destiny, he even chose the simplest, entry-level dungeon - the legendary dungeon: Storm of the Western Regions.

Then there is no more.

Different from the past actions of exploring the background of the dungeon, after actually participating in the main plot, I realized how outrageous this person is.

Let's put it this way, Xiong Xiang didn't even survive the famous scene of the Sirius God, he fell down on the way to the emperor's appointment as City God, and was ravaged to death by two big monsters.

The whole process was so smooth that it was over before Xiong Xiang could react.

Looking at the empty pockets, he had doubts about life in his eyes.

No, are you coming back?

Where is my destiny?

Where is my luck?

If you don’t pay for being beaten, then wouldn’t you lose money? !

Even though half a day had passed since the dungeon was settled, Xiong Xiang, who was stuck on the soft sofa, couldn't help but sit up and mutter something.

"Are you really sick?"

"When the emperor passes by and you cower, I will act like a wild monster and attack in groups and strike hard, right?"

"Bah, vile!"

Xiong Xiang lay slumped on the sofa, his seemingly dull eyes browsing the latest updated copy information.

I can't beat the Tang Dynasty. That kind of environment where the gods come to earth one after another and end up in this world is not for humans at all.

After all, there is a divine descending ceremony in the Outland dungeon. It's amazing to provoke a living saint, a pope and the like. It's awesome, but it's still a human being. Well, to be precise, it's a mortal life.

But here, the gods and monsters all end up in person, which does not give people a relaxing game environment at all.

But the failure of the Tang Dynasty does not mean that the Song, Ming and Qing Dynasties were not good. Under the catastrophe of the end of the law, the traces of the gods in the Song Dynasty were already very small, and if they were in the same pool, the gods and demons would only be more miserable.

If he can't offend the big one, he can't bully the small one?

As for the problem of unequal copy output and cheap production, Xiong Xiang did not consider it at all. It was more important for him to vent his anger like this!

To borrow the words of the players: What does destroying you have to do with you?

But at this moment, he even threw the landline phones in the living room and bedroom on the table. The phone whose screen had accumulated a layer of dust suddenly rang a familiar ringtone.

Xiong Xiang frowned slightly as he listened to the extremely noisy sound.

In such a huge battle, which archaeological team dug up the grave? Or is there another cave appearing? It can’t be Europe and the United States causing trouble, right?

Don't be ridiculous, Europe and the United States have lagged behind the version for many years. Although these countries still exist today, and because there are no world-famous objects in Kyushu, even the slightest inspiration continues to drift along the ocean currents and atmosphere to other countries. The mainland, and even Europe and the United States, have now begun a magic revival.

But recovery and degree of recovery are also different.

The high-end combat power in Kyushu can already fly thousands of miles with swords and soar into the clouds; in Europe and the United States, which can barely catch up with the version by relying on scraps, their top-end combat power is still limited to the level of fireball.

In other words, their strong men will also be threatened by automatic firearms, even a small pistol can kill them.

This mortal, it is better not to surpass than to surpass!

Just this group of old, weak, sick and disabled, not to mention Xiong Xiang and other first-tier players of later generations, any elementary school student he picks can beat them ten to one.

Xiong Xiang?

At least they have a country-destroying level of combat power. As long as he cooperates with the intelligence, even the mushroom eggs are not a fatal threat to him. He can fly out of the explosion range before detonating, and the huge amount of radiation is not enough to distort the life of a land immortal. flesh.

In this confusion, Xiong Xiang answered the phone.

And as the noisy ringing that made people's heads hurt fell, his expression gradually became weird.

"No, are you sure you sent it to the wrong place?"

As a dark green jeep parked on the side of the road, Xiong Xiang, who opened the door, was stunned when he looked at the "Yulongwan Night Club" with colorful lights flashing in front of him in the deep night.

Although the reality is very outrageous, you can't be so outrageous!

He couldn't bear to look at it, but he still looked at it carefully.

Not an illusion.

Especially under the perception of spiritual thoughts, the corners of the mouths of several young men with flat heads wearing dark green uniforms in the dark carriage were constantly twitching, and their eyes were almost squinted and could not be seen.

Countless surging emotions swept through Xiong Xiang's heart, and finally turned into a brief sigh:

grass!

It was such a shame, but what could he do?

The task is urgent.

Moreover, ever since he heard that phone call, he has always had an inexplicable sense of expectation in his heart. Does he also want to experience Feng Fen's life?

Suppressing the corner of his mouth, with some excitement and anxiety in mind, Xiong Xiang walked heavily into the door with flashing lights under the gaze of several eyes.

Under the guidance of the waiter, he came to the space on the second underground floor of the building.

As soon as I walked in, I was hit by the loud and harsh heavy metal music, and the smell of alcohol and cosmetics that was so strong that it choked my nose.

Hormones were particularly agitated under the dim lights, and in the hot snow-white scenery, what was particularly eye-catching were a few shirtless men standing in the center of the stage, wearing gold underwear, swaying to the rhythm.

The enchanting dance postures and silky movements frequently caused a burst of tenderness!

Looking at this chaotic scene, Xiong Xiang's long-awaited emotions finally shattered.

This is not what the bureau chief told him before.

It was clearly agreed that the ancestors of the Shang and Zhou dynasties came to visit in a group, and the group he greeted was the origin of Xiong Xiang's bloodline, a clan group composed of the kings of the Chu Kingdom.

Of course, he is not the famous Five Hegemons of the Spring and Autumn Period, King Chuzhuang, and given the historical background of the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, he could not reach the age of the Spring and Autumn Period.

Standing on the stage now, dancing even more energetically than the men's team under the spotlights, were Xiong Yi, the first king of Chu, and his legitimate son, Xiong Ai.

Fortunately, Xiong Ai, although his face is not handsome, but with his youth and the reluctant expression on his face, he can still hit the mark of some people, but Xiong Yi... Can you imagine a person who is eight feet tall, with big shoulders, round waist, and arms? Is it the look of a big man who can run a horse and show off his posture?

Xiong Xiang didn't know what others were thinking, but he was about to collapse at the moment.

Really, although the nobles of the Chu State produced a talent who was even a barbarian, and it is true that in those days, it was not surprising what they could do, but you, a descendant of Zhu Rong, a king of princes and kings, are leading the dance here.

People’s hearts are not ancient!

The rituals are ruined and the music is ruined!

After Xiong Xiang was confused for a while, he didn't know how long it had passed. The music in his ears gradually weakened, and the crowd in front of him didn't know when to disperse. A big man with glistening sweat walked past the crowd. Come towards him.

Finally, a heavy slap on the shoulder woke him up.

As soon as he came back to his senses, he saw the big man with enchanting dancing posture just now, looking at him carefully. The sharp eyes were completely different from the previous debauchery. The kind of pressure, even if it was the big demon who played him like a ball in the previous legendary copy. There has never been one.

Although it was far inferior to the shocking glimpse when he was caught secretly following the emperor, it was enough to make Xiong Xiang break into a cold sweat.

That is different from majesty and fear, and comes from the shock deep in the blood.

"Tsk, Ai, you just gave birth to such a coward for me?"

Xiong Yi turned to look at Xiong Ai who jumped off the stage, and asked his son dissatisfiedly.

"Father, can you be reasonable? This little guy is separated from us by hundreds of generations of blood. Not to mention the ancestors of Zhu Rong, even the bravery of our Mi family can't be said to be how much is left. What are you doing in Hao? What about Jing’s intelligence, sir.”

Before Xiong Ai finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xiong Yi rudely waving his hand: "Don't mention Hao Jing to me. The old man's father has been submissive all his life, and as a result, your father ended up in the quagmire of the Southern Barbarians. The Ji family's character is really unscrupulous. XXX is not even a little bit worse than King You."

"Besides, who is the father? Are you still questioning me?"

"Why did Gu give birth to such a arrogant child like you? You are the only one who picks on your father all day long!"

After casually dismissing the unfilial Shu Zi, Xiong Yi turned around and continued to look at Xiong Xiang.

No matter how you look at it, it doesn’t please your eyes.

But there is no way, who would let this be his own cub.

Although they are descendants who are separated by countless times, in fact, Xiong Xiang's bloodline belonging to the Chu Kingdom's royal family is the most outstanding among the mixed bloodlines, and thanks to Feng Fen's reminder to future generations, Except for ordinary people who don't have that condition, most players have lowered the difficulty of the dungeon and accelerated the pace of searching for common currency.

And Xiong Xiang, with his incredible luck, had exchanged bloodline artifacts to purify his bloodline more than a month ago.

If according to the game data, his current bloodline progress has reached 50%/10%/0.0001, which are Kyushu bloodline, personal direct bloodline, and mythical bloodline.

From Xiong Yi's point of view, it was probably the shabby grandson who made a rag that was born to a barbarian slave.

Although bloodline theory cannot be measured purely in numbers.

But for Xiong Yi, there is really no way to get rid of this thing in front of him.

Especially when this coward first entered the scene, his look of disbelief and disgust was quite similar to that of the unlucky son behind Xiong Yi.

After pondering for a long time, Xiong Yi sighed helplessly, reached for something from his waist, pulled out a blood-colored phoenix bird jade pendant, and stuffed it into Xiong Xiang's arms: "Put it close to you and don't leave it for one and a half years." I can get rid of your troublesome bloodline."

"Of course, if you are so cruel, you can swallow it whole for a moment."

Before Xiong Yi finished speaking, he saw Xiong Xiang grit his teeth and swallow the fist-sized jade pendant.

Fortunately, he is already otherworldly, and the jade pendant itself is not a gold or stone, but a treasure that Xiong Yi begged for from his ancestors. If he were an ordinary person, even if he was not choked to death, his stomach and intestines would be ruptured and died.

He had not expected Xiong Xiang's reckless behavior, but Xiong Yi quite appreciated it, but his eyes turned to look at Xiong Xiang with a little more fun.

Boy, my ancestors taught you to be a good boy. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry. You...

Um?

Xiong Yi's joking eyes suddenly changed, and the fire suddenly became bright in his dark pupils.

The air in the venue was also quietly stagnant, and even the breathing of living people was pitiful!

In the center of the ballroom, a bloody flame was burning from the inside out, turning Xiong Xiang into a burning torch!

The hot and distorted temperature caused the fire-fighting equipment in the ballroom to be activated directly, and at the same time, it was accompanied by Xiong Ai's guidance and suppression, which prevented the fire from burning.

Inside the torch, Xiong Xiang's clothes were burned to ashes in just an instant, and the hair and flesh all over his body shrank in the gushing flames. At the next moment, an invisible force erupted from his body, and the already thin and withered body Xiong Xiang quickly inflated like a balloon.

Up and down, repeated dozens of times.

The bones are growing in the brokenness, and the flesh and blood are reborn under the fire. The human-immortal barrier that was once so far away is now so close, like window paper that can be penetrated with just one hand.

But under such temptation, Xiong Xiang still endured it.

He knows which is more important, the present or the future!

Under the changes that were so frequent that they were almost dizzying, it was Xiong Xiang's face that was distorted to the point of being ugly. But from the beginning to the end, even though he was shaking like a Parkinson's patient, he didn't make a sound.

With Xiong Yi's increasingly admiring and excited eyes, the raging flames gradually extinguished, and the thin flames penetrated into Xiong Xiang's body along the smooth pores.

He exhaled a hot breath, and before Xiong Xiang could say anything, a pink vest was wrapped around his waist, and then an incomparable force pulled him straight towards the stage:

"Okay, okay, you are worthy of being the cub of my Mi family, you are so brave!"

Then he looked around the audience. Under the dazzling lights, Xiong Yi laughed and said: "I am so happy today that I will bring my children and grandchildren to dance for everyone!"

"Music!"