An evolutionary game starting from Suolongjing

Different from the kings who helped Zhang Ke complete his studies by division of labor, and different from the emperors in heaven who played with etiquette and various magical powers.

Dayou and Xingtian were not good at singing and dancing, and their subconscious reaction when they encountered conflicts was to measure their fists. Can this thing fight? Can it win?

Only after winning can we talk about trivial matters of etiquette such as reason, forgiveness, and harmony, but I have won the fight. What bullshit etiquette is still up to me. Is there anyone who dares to pick on me?

If you lose the fight, everything will be over. No matter how well you know etiquette, your opponent will not sit down and talk to you in a gentle voice.

In this way, as long as the reason of the fist is big enough, it doesn’t matter whether you learn divination, music theory, poetry, songs, and Qihuang’s art.

Anyway, after winning, there will be great scholars to debate the classics for you.

There is nothing wrong with specializing in one field like this.

Anyway, the so-called hexagonal warriors are just the way that the Wilderness and Jiuzhou are used to relying on themselves. As the Void God's choice and a game player, Zhang Ke is unlikely to be forced to run out of ammunition and food.

And to take a step back, Jiuzhou after the purge has, in a sense, also had the foundation to accommodate Zhang Ke.

So even if he is defeated in the future battle of the Wilderness, as long as he is not captured and his body is divided on the spot, he still has a way out. Although he is not as good as the Wilderness Human Race in quality, he is enough in number to support the shelf of a human king, and will not end up with the losers like them.

This is the first thought that appeared in Dayou's mind after hearing the news of Jiuzhou.

As for whether the immortals and gods of Jiuzhou agree or not, first of all, from the perspective of interests, there is room for negotiation on this matter. Moreover, the Human King does not occupy the position of the gods. The only conflict is the Lord of the Three Realms, Haotian God!

There is a wide intersection between the two in terms of commanding the gods and intimidating the four directions.

But judging from Zhang Ke's past actions, they really don't need to worry about this for him.

And if there are any shortcomings, these two living people can also be useful here, even if they sign a contract to sell themselves, it doesn't matter.

Of course, if Zhang Ke can successfully win the qualification of the wilderness and gather the nine extreme numbers, he can turn around and annex the nine states, with the wilderness as the main and the nine states as the auxiliary. Whether it is potential or other aspects, the effect of one plus one is far greater than two.

But after countless experiences, Da You, who is no longer as arrogant as he was at the beginning, doesn't mind thinking about everything he faces with the worst considerations.

The two of them, who kept all the thoughts in their hearts, began to watch this grand test quietly.

And Zhang Ke, who didn't have much pressure, habitually used his opening move.

When the light of the three scorching suns brought endless heat rolling down, the land, which had been in high heat and drought all year round, was visible to the naked eye, and transparent flames were rippling like waves. In some low-lying areas with special terrain, gravel and gravel were sizzling, and some traces of melting appeared quietly at the boundaries of some soil and rocks.

Hot and dry.

Under Zhang Ke's feet, the entire Far West, and even some of the surrounding areas were undergoing great changes.

The dazzling light that almost burned the sky began to ruthlessly plunder lives as soon as it fell.

First, the living creatures living in the desert and Gobi, snakes, insects, rats, ants, and the five poisons, no matter how harsh the environment is, as long as it is not a complete death place, there will definitely be their figures.

In a short moment, no longer than half an hour, all of them rolled their eyes and lay on the ground twitching slightly. In just a moment, the slightly plump (shrunken) body began to shrink visibly, until the flesh and blood completely adhered to the bones, and the internal organs lost water and shrank.

In contrast, the situation of the survivors in the oasis was better, but with the evaporation of the water source, the urgency of death accompanied everyone like a shadow.

When the three suns came out together, scorching the world.

In the east of the far west, the Han army was stationed in Gaochang City, which stood like a fortress on the endless wasteland. A Han official wearing a black short robe and a resolute face covered his hand curtain and squinted his eyes to look into the distance.

And behind him, several men and women wearing strange clothes, who looked rough, active, and unreliable, were curiously looking around.

As the base camp of the Pan-Jiuzhou civilization, Jiuzhou is home to a large number of players of this civilization all year round. A small number of foreign players who have obtained the recognition of the civilization and removed the title of foreign demons can also move around in Jiuzhou to a limited extent. As long as they do not go to the capital of the Han Dynasty or those prosperous temples, generally speaking, there is no obvious difference in the treatment between them and the people of Jiuzhou.

Analogous to the Han Dynasty, due to the change of dynasty strategy during the Tang Dynasty, and the fact that a large number of foreign barbarians admired the Tang Dynasty and the harmonious living environment of various ethnic groups, foreign players can generally get better treatment in the Tang Dynasty.

In this way, in the case of a less worrying living environment, except for occasional tooth-eating and changing the local customs, players with certain strength are generally more willing to accept tasks and complete dungeons in the local Jiuzhou where resources and opportunities are more intensive and high-end.

And this team of seven people took on the mission of protecting the envoys in the far west after brushing enough favorability of the Western Han Dynasty.

The mission requires them to ensure the survival of the envoys and successfully bring back the situation of the Far West to the Western Regions Protectorate. Whether to continue to participate in the second link of the mission chain depends on the players' wishes.

However, this mission is not easy to accept and not easy to do.

While the mission rewards are generous, they have to follow the envoys from Chang'an across thousands of mountains and rivers, passing through the Silk Road to the Far West, which is the Middle East at the junction of Europe and Asia on the map.

After the Song and Yuan Dynasties, during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, this journey was considered extremely long, not to mention the Kyushu mainland, which had expanded countless times.

The journey, which was already measured in years, was stretched dozens of times.

They set out from Chang'an in the 37th year of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty. During this period, they missed the battle of the Nine Realms besieging Kyushu, and also missed the grand scene of Kyushu fighting alone in the void. It took nearly ten years for them to leave the Han land and reach the territory of the Western Regions Protectorate.

There is no way.

The envoy sent by the Western Han Dynasty this time was a stubborn one. They used all kinds of tricks, but they insisted on walking over step by step. If they said a few more words, the old man would say that a great country should be magnanimous. We are going to be an envoy, not to declare war.

But before you say this, can you take a look at the 5,000 cavalry and infantry mixed Han army following you?

And because of this, the players who were inserted into the team as extras had neither the ability to change the itinerary nor the qualifications to complain. They could only watch their time being wasted bit by bit.

Until Gaochang, after entering the city to rest, seeing that there was still more than half of the itinerary and the subsequent return journey, the resentment accumulated among the players finally broke out.

"Yes, I don't deny that this mission gives a lot of rewards, and it can directly increase the reputation score by one level, but it's too much to invest nearly 30 years in this round trip, right?"

"The cost-effectiveness is not high. If I change to other dungeons, in addition to reputation, from the perspective of rewards alone, I can at least get two to three times the resources, and even some precious props and opportunities are not excluded."

"Black car, this is a black car, I want to get off, get off!"

"Everyone, please be patient. Anyway, you are here. If you quit now, won't the years you have endured before be wasted?"

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Facing the team members who had just entered the city and had no time to disperse and rest, they had already quarreled in the team voice chat behind the backs of the entire envoy team. The bearded man who was the team leader was also quite helpless.

Along the way, this group of people could quarrel in the channel 800 times a day without repeating.

It's like this every day, day after day, but no one has quit the team until now.

It seems that everyone is smart, and they only torture him, right?

But even though he was tired of these guys' repeated troubles, the player who was the captain still patiently persuaded them every time to calm the disputes between teammates.

There was no way. Time was one thing, and the other important point was that he had already exchanged all the small money he had accumulated for the secret knowledge related to the military strategist before this. He was just waiting for the mission to be successfully completed and return to the Han Dynasty to accept the reward. In one move, he entered the ranks of the Han Dynasty's civil and military officials, which meant that the inheritance of the various schools of thought had opened the door to them.

The legal identity and various secret arts were not weaker than those players who lingered after the Sui and Tang Dynasties and focused on cultivating immortals.

The half-saints of the hundred schools, the true immortals on land, and the higher ones all had different paths to the same destination. When it came to the stage of ascending to immortality and becoming a saint in broad daylight, both relied on the ways left by the inheritance and were allocated to the appropriate positions in the eight departments according to needs.

After that, it is to strengthen oneself through dual cultivation of sex and life, find the way, and prove it forever.

Thanks to the charming ancestors of our family, although there are many kinds of extraordinary ways in Jiuzhou, apart from those purely evil and evil, even the side roads, ghosts and monsters have the opportunity to prove the way and ascend.

In this way, it is no wonder that the players who have always had little patience can complain while gritting their teeth and persevering.

Compared with the team members, the captain has a greater sunk cost and cannot afford to lose, so he naturally plays the role of the punching bag.

And when the team verified their identities, settled themselves, and prepared to welcome the local royal family under the arrangement of the Gaochang garrison to relieve their sleepiness.

It was already afternoon and the heat had dissipated. The dark dusk in the sky was unusually hot.

With the sudden brightness of the world, standing on the ground and looking far away, even mortals can see that the sun in the sky has expanded more than one round.

For the envoys who have learned the secret arts of hundreds of schools and the soldiers of the Han Dynasty, the wonder of four days on the same day is even more horrifying. With the lighting of the beacon fire, after several generations of cultivation, the birds with the blood of dragon sparrows also took off from the sentry posts of various cities in the Protectorate with secret letters.

Just as the message was delivered, as the envoys climbed the city wall and looked into the distance, the players who looked around could hardly hide their bright smiles on their faces.

[Detected a temporary plot of civilization: Emperor You eliminates all harms, do you choose to join the expansion pack?

Sorry, your reputation is not enough, please improve the overall reputation of the team, or find the right channel to participate in this event]

As we all know, in this small piece of land in Kyushu, wherever there is Emperor You, there are conflicts between tasks. You probably don't need to worry about your task.

Because no matter good or bad, your task target will definitely be fucked away with this unintentional action.

There is no need to find any task props as proof. Where there is Emperor You, you can directly submit any tasks involving fighting and killing, such as crusades and assassinations.

Even if the target is still alive and kicking afterwards, it is considered that he has come back to life. It has nothing to do with you. The task party would rather give you one more reward than be fickle before.

Emperor You's product is trustworthy!

When the players triggered the scene easter egg and confirmed that it was Emperor You hanging in the sky in the west, they immediately started to settle the task.

"Isn't this a bit immoral? We have to wait and see. What if we are asked to go on a diplomatic mission at that time? What if it is counted as an early deadline and the reward is deducted?"

A player who didn't know much about this before asked.

"Put your heart in your stomach, go on a diplomatic mission? What kind of mission? It's still unclear whether the Far West will exist later; why do you still want to take a stroll in the netherworld and get a letter of credence from the leaders of various countries?"

The captain, who was relieved, joked.

He turned around and looked at the four days. The raging temperature was raised to another level after the extension of time. The nearly materialized flames burned the air and twisted it. With every breath, the hot air could directly roast people's lungs.

And at this time, a strong storm came from the sky.

In an instant, the wind blew violently, and the rolling yellow sand was mixed in. The black mass instantly swept over most of the extreme west and expanded in all directions at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The existence of the sandstorm temporarily obscured the burning from the Golden Crow, allowing the dying creatures on the ground to barely get a chance to breathe.

But before they could get out of the high-risk state of water shortage and burns, the next moment, three crisp bird calls suddenly resounded through the world.

Immediately afterwards, the wonder of four suns in the sky turned into seven suns in the sky in the blink of an eye. The high temperature that had just been suppressed by the sandstorm rose up in the blink of an eye. The sand and gravel that covered the sky and the sun were burned into transparent glass in a very short time, and then turned into red magma.

Drops of fire rain poured down, and the red rainstorm that covered the sky and the sun instantly ignited the wilderness of the entire far west, and also burned the scattered cities.

Howling

Cursing

In the chaos, Zhang Ke opened the law of heaven and earth.

Then, the figure that covered the sky and the sun stood on the earth, and the golden red eyes containing tyranny and majesty suddenly turned to the southeast side. The red sun flowed and beams of light hit the Gobi Desert focused by Zhang Ke.

"Boom!"

A sound like thunder suddenly sounded, and under the debris bursting everywhere, a pair of eyes with anger and a little fear stared at Zhang Ke from a distance.

When Zhang Ke took out the Ganqi expressionlessly, his eyes that were hiding a spying look finally changed:

"Ah!!!"

"I don't think I'm like that long worm who doesn't know life and death, doesn't know destiny, and lives in peace with a few barbarians. What reason do you have to persecute me?"

Although there was no fog spreading and spreading everywhere, there were six suns above his head, and the Great Sun True Fire that was so dense that it almost flowed down in liquid form forced it not to appear in the sun, let alone escape through space.

Others may not know, but the blood inherited from the sniper has long told him who the two figures behind the scorching sun above his head are.

In front of these two ancient fierce gods, the leaders of the wild evil, he couldn't even think of escaping.

He didn't know that Xing Tian and Dayu were only acting as examiners and didn't do anything from beginning to end; but Zhang Ke also had no intention of explaining. After all, if he was not allowed to take advantage of this little bit, then the teacher would have been hiding in the depths of space and quietly peeping like the other emperors.

Jackal God.

No, to be precise, it was the descendant of the leopard sniper. Seeing that Zhang Ke didn't answer and only locked his position, the white-haired wolf ancestor was anxious and didn't care about many things and directly pried out his prepared back-up.

The surging earth veins reminded Zhang Ke that the bloody and foul smell was difficult to avoid even with the coverage of the land, not to mention that these fragments were still sweeping up like a tide.

"Puff!"

"Boom!"

Accompanied by a dark green water column rising into the sky.

When the flames burning in the sky were sizzling and emitting billowing black smoke rising up, countless corpses fell to the ground like a rainstorm.

They twisted their joints awkwardly and wandered around observing the living creatures around them.

Towns and oases were attacked at once, countless living people and pets fled in all directions, and livestock only hated that they had a few less legs.

"The evil sun disturbed the tranquility of the desert. The storm has retreated, and the Jackal God has closed his eyes and no longer looks at everything in the world."

"The scorching sun, the dancing corpses, is a disaster, it is the end of the world, everyone quickly follow me to offer sacrifices, begging the great Jackal God to open his eyes again and save the world!"

In a chaotic city, a pale-haired old man was spreading propaganda on the street.

But surprisingly, some people actually believed his lies, and shuttled among the corpses towards the so-called temples and sacrifices.

And this is not just the first batch.

The more people change their minds, the more people are shaken, and the corpses that are gradually slowing down make people on the ground confirm their thoughts, flatter, and act more vigorously.

While Zhang Ke was watching the performance, dozens of people had their throats slit, and fell to the ground with happy faces as blood gushed out.

The blood soaked the magic circle under people's feet, and the red light was shining brightly, forcing the slowly swaying corpses into a corner.

The next moment, the corpses, who were eager to perform, raised their heads and looked at the sky in fear, imitating their master's appearance:

The sun has fallen!