lazy cat hits cute

People in barbarian tribes don’t call themselves barbarians. They have official tribal names, but only tribal priests can recognize what that means. Most people only know the sound and meaning of “Aguda”, the most powerful beast in the sea of ​​stars , Bless them in heaven with infinite power.

Today, two guests came from the isolated Aguda tribe.

It is very rare for someone to break into the forest, and it is even more rare for two people to come at once.Anyone with leisurely minds was curious about these two guests, and this curiosity reached its climax when they asked to see the high priest and received permission.

God knows what they talked about, and after a while, the priest ordered all the people in the village to move to find a woman named Gumi.

Gumi, you can tell from the name that he is a person of low status, whether he is still alive or not is a question.However, since it was an order from the priest, no matter how difficult the difficulty was, it had to be completed. It didn't take long before someone reported that Gumi's tomb had been found.

Her ghost still haunts the grave.

The ghost is weak, like a candle in the wind, and can hardly be seen.

Zhang Qingyang put the lock of hair in front of the broken tombstone, and the weak ghost suddenly cheered up, like the last spark from a burning match.

The breeze rolled up the hair, and without words, it dissipated.

"Okay." Zhang Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, "Everything is done."

The priest hung his hands aside, respectfully: "Go now?"

"Yes."

The priest led the way and took them for a long, steep period of time. In the huge sinkhole, Ming Huang saw a tower with seven or eight floors protruding from the ground, and more were hidden in the depths. In the darkness at the bottom, light green light spots floated from the tower from time to time, slowly attached to the rock wall, illuminating the surroundings like a galaxy of stars.

"It will wither, but luckily you came back immediately."

Zhang Qingyang stared at the tower: "Is it still there?"

"Yes, always."

He turned around and stretched out his hand to Ming Huang: "Come here."

Ming Huang took his hand obediently, vaguely feeling that something was wrong.

He took him and flew into the tower, the inside went straight up and down, like a straw, and the bottom was dark and scary.

The top of the tower seems to be the source of those green light spots outside the tower, which are slowly gushing out like a bubbling hot spring.They flew upwards facing the falling light spot, and a throne was floating on the top of the tower.

It is clearly there, but it seems to disappear in the blink of an eye, so that people can't see clearly.

Zhang Qingyang let go of his hand: "You wait here."

He sat on the throne, and the phantom of nothingness suddenly became real, as if melting blue flames dripped down, and the slowly floating green light spots suddenly danced wildly like a swarm of frightened bees.

A branch hangs down from the turquoise flame, twists and turns, and spreads its branches and leaves, all the way to the dark depths under the tower.Ming Huang's ears were filled with the rustling sound of growing plants, which was dense and grand, and soon swallowed every quiet corner of the pagoda.

Ming Huang was at a loss.

Another branch hung down, slowly circled around him, then tightened suddenly, leading him to fall quickly into the darkness!

Ming Huang was shocked: "Zhang Qingyang!"

The speed of the fall seemed to become faster, and the whistling wind replaced all perception. He opened his eyes wide, and the swaying flame became more and more hazy, and finally completely submerged in darkness.

"puff!"

Water, water again.

The very familiar feeling of being submerged, the dim water light swaying, he was falling to the bottom of the water, until he couldn't go any deeper, the branches that bound him spread to all sides, crawling all over the bottom of the lake, Green spots of light floated from the branches, and the sleeping ancient array hummed, shaking the entire lake with choppy waves!

What the fuck is he trying to do?

Ming Huang was in a daze, he only knew that Zhang Qingyang couldn't kill him, but what was he doing?Where is this?He was so dazed that he hadn't figured it out yet, a strange force rushed into his body along the branches, and the spiritual sea in his dantian evaporated in an instant, the pain was incomparable, and he passed out from the pain all at once.

The branches of Benwo wood continued to grow, and climbed the entire lake basin along the bottom of the lake. The downward-rooted ones grew along the spiritual veins, and the upward-growing branches rushed out of the water and continued to expand. Cheng Lin.

At this time, Sanpenshui County was still at night.

Sleeping people heard the call of the storm in their dreams.

The water level of Sanpenshui Lake continued to rise, and the overflowing lake water was evaporated into steam by the power of the ancient array, rising into the sky and condensing into torrential rain.

The rain roared.

The downward-growing branches invaded all the spiritual veins in the underground of Yongzhou at an alarming speed, completely controlling this piece of land.

Until daylight.

Those who got up early in Sanpenshui found that the big lake they depended on for survival had almost turned into a forest, and nearly ten thousand fish jumped wildly on the shore.

The whole county is boiling.

Without the lake, the fish are dead, so how can we live?The fishermen almost picked up the harpoon to rebel, but when the knowledgeable Daxiu came over and recognized it as the legendary bongo tree, he immediately turned his anger into joy and hurriedly cut down the tree with a hatchet, but they didn't even talk about cutting the branches. , I can't even shake off a leaf.

The news of the inexplicable appearance of the Sanpenshui tree quickly spread throughout the prefecture, and some powerful people sensed changes in the underground spiritual veins.

After panicking for a while, the anxiety gradually subsided again.

Because the two great masters of Chonglingzong did not emerge from the sect.

Moreover, Yongzhou's aura did not suddenly decrease.

Everything seemed to be safe and sound, and no one asked why the log fell from the sky, and instead studied how to cut a piece of wood.From here, monks gathered in Sanpenshui, businessmen came in droves, and the town prospered.

As for the original fishermen, some of them have changed their professions, while a small number of them still do their old professions.Most of the water bodies of the three major lakes are occupied by the wood, but there is still a considerable amount of water area, and it seems that because of the wood, the fish in the water are fatter and more delicious than before.

In the joyful atmosphere, a young man settled down by the three lakes.

There are reeds and coir rainforests by the lake. Young people make their living by weaving coir coir raincoats and reed mats. He appeared a little suddenly. At first, the old fishermen’s family rejected him, but after getting familiar with it, more people bought things. .

He is very good at weaving coir raincoats and mats. He weaves some small toys and supplies every day, which is enough for three meals a day, and he has easily saved a little money.

And it looks good too.

Some people came to propose marriage, but he declined them one by one.

As the years passed, he left suddenly and quietly.

He started a business of buying pancakes in another part of the Three Great Lakes.In the morning, a pot of hot oil was fried, and hundreds of pieces of sweet sesame seed cakes were robbed in a short time.

Sell ​​pancakes in the morning, knead dough in the afternoon, and fry pancakes early in the morning.Day after day, simple and easy.

One day, a big man came to his biscuit stand.

The people in Sanpenshui County have seen a lot of monks in recent years, and most of them have turned a blind eye to him. They feel that they are no different from ordinary people. Only when this person appears, they feel a sense of crisis and retreat.

Zhang Qingyang raised his bamboo hat, saw the face of the visitor clearly, stood up and said, "Master is good."

Chun Guanlan looked at the pancakes on the iron shelf with great interest: "How do you sell the pancakes?"

"One tael of silver each."

"How can you sell someone else for three pennies?"

"Master, are you rich?"

Chun Guanlan laughed, and really took out a piece of silver to buy a piece of sesame seed cake.

Since then, the people in Sanpenshui know that it is not easy to be a biscuit brother by the lake.However, sesame seed cakes still have to be bought, but Zhang Qingyang is much quieter because there is no one who proposes marriage.

I usually sell sesame seed cakes, and when I have nothing to do, I am in a daze, and the days pass by like this.

Year after year.

The news that Chun Guanlan broke through the border again spread throughout the country.Rumors that Yongzhou's environment for cultivating immortals seems to be getting better every year are spreading like wildfire. Indeed, for hundreds of years, people who have advanced to become gods have sprung up like mushrooms, and there are more and more qualified teenagers every year. The number of new disciples exceeded [-] for the first time, which seems to indicate that Yongzhou, which has always been the worst cultivation environment in Kyushu, is about to turn around.

But Chun Guanlan became more and more restless.

He came to Zhang Qingyang's biscuit stand again and bought ten biscuits.

"What will it look like here in the end?"

Zhang Qingyang bought a cup of soy milk from a nearby stall and handed it to him: "You should be able to guess."

"Will there be connections elsewhere?"

Zhang Qingyang asked back: "What do you think?"

Chun Guanlan was discouraged: "It's useless to ask you."

At his level, he naturally felt the changes in Yongzhou.Well, it is naturally getting better and better, but if it is not good, this place is becoming more and more isolated. On the last day, Yongzhou will become the best place and also the loneliest place.

The instigator just slurped the soy milk plainly and said, "They won't know."

I don't know that this place will eventually become a new kingdom of God, and I don't know that the rules of ascension to immortality will be revised.

They don't know anyway.

That's fine too.

Day after day, year after year.

My tree is blooming, dotted with stars, very beautiful.

The flowers wither gradually, and produce green fruits, which gradually mature

The moment it was completed, Zhang Qingyang, who was sleeping soundly, woke up immediately, and there was a thunderous cracking sound outside the house, and a low muffled sound from the ground.

The door was pushed open, and a naked teenager walked in, his eyes were empty.

Zhang Qingyang climbed out of the bed, and in a panic, Zhang Ju pulled his shoes and turned over: "How are you?"

Ming Huang pushed him down and shouted angrily, "What do you think you can do!"

Sleeping in the ground for so long in a daze, and waking up to find that his rotten bones are on the side, and he is already inhuman, ghost, ghost, and god, and he can't tell what it is, he is about to collapse.

Zhang Qingyang clumsily said: "You put on your clothes first, it's not good..."

He hurriedly put on Ming Huang's clothes, took his hand and said the plan he had buried deep in his heart back then: Since the loss of godhood is inevitable, let Ming Huang become a god independently.

Xing Mitian's method of becoming an immortal from the ground gave him inspiration. On the basis of Hexuanzong's layout, he merged Minghuang with the land of Yongzhou to transform himself into a spirit-like existence. Being promoted to a new Kingdom of God, Ming Huang, as the land spirit of the Kingdom of God, has also become an immortal existence, killing two birds with one stone.

Xing Mitian didn't have enough power to complete his plan, but Zhang Qingyang could.

He must first ascend to the throne of God and recover as much of his power as possible.

Second, hide it from him.

Before the large-scale operation, Xing Mitian did a small-scale experiment, and briefly recorded his feelings in the manuscript: it is infinitely huge, and those who are not determined cannot bear it.

Zhang Qingyang used to be a god, so he knew exactly what his feelings were.

Merging with the earth, the vast amount of information is enough to explode a person's soul.

No sane man could stand it, no one could stand it, not even him.Then the only way is to simply let him pass out, separate his consciousness, let the huge power of the earth reshape the soul and body, and then under the guidance of the sword consciousness, the consciousness and the body overlap.

Doing so is extremely risky, and there is no way around it.

Ming Huang was full of grievances and anger, and he didn't know how to vent it, his mouth was so constricted.Zhang Qingyang tried his best to comfort him: "Don't you think this is very good? Yongzhou is gradually promoted to the Kingdom of God. On that day, you will be a part of the Kingdom of God, and you can also be regarded as an independent god. In this way, I can always be with you gone."

Ming Huang felt unwilling: "Then you shouldn't have kept me sleeping underground for so many years without telling me!"

Zhang Qingyang raised his hands in surrender: "It's my fault, can I pay you for the rest of my life?"

Ming Huang didn't expect Zhang Qingyang to say such a sentence suddenly, and his face flushed immediately: "...Cut, hypocritical."

The author has something to say: there will be another chapter tomorrow.

The writing of this book is not very good. I stumbled along the way and received a lot of criticism. Thanks to the little angel for accompanying the duck.

The next book is another hero! "Old Gong always wants to feed me fat", I want to try my best to edit and push the front row. In order to accumulate favorites, the update may be slow (it will not be too slow), and the list will be updated after the list, and I will never give up. pit.