Devouring the Stars: Reboot, Serpent of Eternity!

"Try the impact of the flying knife again."

As he spoke, a flying knife flew out from the wallet at his waist, turned the blade, turned into a streak of silver light, and hit the boxing target with the handle.

——“180453kg!”

"180 tons?"

"This is the combat power that only mid-level spiritual masters in the middle class of God of War possess!"

"But in theory it should be... 90 tons, the true cultivation level of the middle level of the junior God of War."

Jiang Zhe converted again in his mind using the terminology of the universe, "The martial artist is at the fifth level as an apprentice, the mentalist is at the seventh level as an apprentice, and the true combat power apprentice is at the eighth level!"

"I can only hand in this answer sheet in more than a month, which can only be regarded as reluctant. After all, I have to take into account that I have a top bloodline and 2x genetic level."

"The earth is still too barren..."

Turning off the boxing strength testing machine, Jiang Zhe sat cross-legged on the ground, staring at the light blue alloy wall in a daze.

Jiang Chengbo pushed the door of the training room open a crack, thinking that his nephew was going to start practicing genetic energy, so he placed a small dish of dark blue crystal paste in the corner next to the door, which he had just tempered in the alchemy furnace a few hours ago.

The price of tempering this material is to sacrifice the training time of a strong councilman!

Nicknamed: "The donkey pulling the mill".

If Jiang Zhe knew, his previous doubts would be answered.

Question: With the help of the Alchemy Furnace and the old man’s talent, he failed to occupy a place among the many top experts more than ten years later?

Answer: The old man squeezed out his own cultivation time and used the alchemy furnace to temper the "slag" to pave the way for future generations. If he did not practice with all his strength, he would naturally not be promoted to the second level of the planet.

This is entirely possible.

The MP level has a lifespan of a thousand years. As the head of the family, the old man is absolutely willing to waste some of his time to promote his children and grandchildren to the MP level.

Closer to home.

Jiang Zhe did not cultivate the original power of the gene. He was looking at the inner world in the original core.

As he was promoted to the fifth level of apprentice, the land in the inner world expanded to fifty meters long and wide, and the diameter of the ancient tree in the center also increased to five meters.

Although the trunk seemed "thin", the branches extending out could cover the surrounding 2,500 square meters of open space. There were even a large number of branches extending into the chaotic mist, so he still had no chance to see the full view of the tree crown.

"Ashu, when are you going to let me chop it down again? You don't really want to wait for the big realm to advance, do you?"

As his mind passed over the tree, Jiang Zhe suddenly discovered something very strange. The wound he made when he broke through the apprenticeship level has not yet healed?

Stunned, details that I had not noticed were awakened in my mind.

"I remember the wound I made when I was a quasi-warrior. It healed the next day and turned into an obvious scar..."

Scanning his mind, Jiang Zhe easily found the tree tumor.

It used to be only the size of a pair of fists, but now that the diameter of the tree has increased, it has not faded, but has grown like a human sarcoma.

It's as big as a washbasin and looks like a ghost face.

The diagonal mark made by the ax in the middle is the scar from the forehead to the right eye. The surrounding skin is cracked and wrinkled.

Looking at the second wound, there is still some new flesh exposed on both sides, which has not hardened.

"Do I have to wait for this wound to heal before I can chop the third axe? Instead of waiting to advance to the great realm?"

"This will cause all hell to break loose!"

"I can't accurately judge the healing time of each wound, and I can't grasp how long it will take for the opportunity to cut down the tree to arrive. This will affect the formulation of my growth plan."

"The first treatment only took one night; the second treatment took more than a month, and it seems that it will take some time to fully heal..."

"Forget it, we can only wait!"

"Waiting for the second wound to heal, and waiting for the advancement to the planetary level. After these two key points, the conditions for obtaining the opportunity to cut down the tree will surely come to light!"

The mind withdrew from the original core and sensed the abundant cosmic energy in the training room.

Jiang Zhe noticed the extra small dish in the corner, smiled, put his five hearts in the sky, and began to practice his genetic energy.

……

Although the Jiang family has taken advantage of this farce, it does not mean that they have to remain silent. On the contrary, they have to make a loud noise.

Not only do you want justice, but you also want to show off your power!

Jiang Chengxiong could not sit still when his only son was assassinated. If the farce in City 079 had not ended when he received the news, he would have killed him overnight.

I didn't even have time to make a greeting call to my son, because he had more important things to do.

Even if he failed to participate in the battle, Jiang Chengxiong still had a place to vent his anger on Jiang Zhe. He followed the instructions of his father Jiang Lie and started a battle without smoke.

To a certain extent, this is also "forcing the uterus".

Virtual world, Palace of the God of War.

A storm is about to blow, and the one who caused it is the Jiang family.

At around two o'clock in the morning, Han Xia time, political dignitaries, gods of war, and congressmen from all over the world were summoned, and they landed in the Palace of the God of War in bewilderment.

One by one, the white-robed war gods and gold-robed councilors left their private spaces and headed to the conference hall on the top floor. Looking at the colleagues gathering around them, they all had a premonition that something big was going to happen.

On the rostrum, Hong and Lei Shen were already sitting at the top, their faces as sinking as water, like dark clouds filled with thunderstorms longing for catharsis.

The three major speakers beside him were either deep in thought, frowning, or indifferent.

The people in gold robes and white robes in the seats below are all fine people, and they show some signs of success.

Some people breathed a sigh of relief. It didn't seem like a sea monster was attacking the city? That's good, that's good.

They were whispering to each other, wondering who had offended these two uncrowned emperors on earth.

Gradually, word spread.

A genius from the Jiang family of Hanxia Kingdom was assassinated by a mercenary organization. He was led by a council member, with the God of War as the executor...

After hearing the news, everyone covered their mouths and exclaimed.

They stand at the top of the pyramid of the earth, have vision and experience, but where have they seen such a battle?

If you don’t understand, just ask, did this genius of the Jiang family break the rules of nature?

Even high-ranking war gods can't put up such a battle.

It wasn't until 80% of the members of the Ares Palace had arrived that Hong's personal guards came forward to maintain order and quiet down the entire conference hall.

The first speaker, Hong, stood up from his seat with a cold look on his face, attracting everyone's attention.

"Everyone, we have to gather everyone together in a hurry. We are really forced to do so. Someone has threatened the future of all mankind on earth!"

"We have just gained a breather for more than twenty years, but some idiots have forgotten that we are still in the crisis of annihilation of the race. Because of some petty profits, they have started to dig up the foundation of the race."

"Jiang Chengxiong, come up and tell them what happened in the past three hours."

Jiang Zhe's father, a strong man with a height of 1.9 meters, wore a white robe and stepped onto the podium with an evil look on his face.

As soon as he stood still, a huge screen appeared in the conference hall, and a photo was displayed on the screen.

——Three black bodies were displayed side by side in the ruins of the city.

In the council seats below, some people recognized their identities and burst into exclamations.

"Oh, my God, that's... Randolph!"