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- In the face of many objective facts, Yang Mo had a faint belief in his heart that he would be the savior to save the world. But he still felt it was ridiculous, as if he was in a third-rate TV series. Yang Mo doesn't like watching those American Superman movies. He has no consciousness of being a savior, let alone the feelings. His pursuit in life can be summed up in two sentences: destroy whoever is unhappy, and fuck whoever is happy!
Yang Mo has almost achieved these two points. But now the words "savior" fell out of thin air, leaving him breathless.
Yang Mo doesn¡¯t believe in fate, but when so many coincidences come together, he has no choice but to disbelieve.
Seeing that Yang Mo had been in a daze, the dirty old man couldn't help but smile lightly and said, "What are you thinking about? Are you thinking about how to leave here and go back to the world of mortals to continue being free and happy?"
"I haven't thought of going there yet, but you reminded me." Yang Mo took a slight breath and said very seriously. It shows that he will really consider this issue.
Yang Mo is not a saint. He even believes that even if the end of the world really comes, he can protect the people he needs to protect with his strength.
When Yang Mo spoke like this, the old master was not in a hurry. Instead, he said with great certainty: "My intuition tells me that you will take up this burden, because it will be very tempting to you."
"Temptation?" Yang Mo smiled bitterly, pointing to the crowd in front of him, which was crowded like ants, and said: "Do you think it is tempting for me to become one of them and then spend the rest of my life here to die here?"
"How can you be like them?" The old master smiled mysteriously and said: "You are our savior. Of course you will not resist as boringly as them all your life. You have more important things to do."
"What's more important?" When Yang Mo heard this, he immediately became interested.
Seeing Yang Mo like this, the old master couldn't help but point at Yang Mo and said with a smile: "Look, I've attracted your interest right away, right? I can tell you now that your mission is very thrilling, but full of challenges. You are very likely to Therefore, it becomes more powerful, and may even be powerful enough to conquer any other world."
It is undeniable that the dirty old man¡¯s words are very tempting to Yang Mo, and Yang Mo can¡¯t help but get ready to make a move. For Yang Mo now, how to improve his strength is the biggest source of motivation. He just wants to become stronger, because walking on the road of becoming stronger is never-ending. The pursuit of the strongest is eternal.
The reason why strong people are called strong is not because of how strong they are, but because of their strong mentality. The so-called strong mentality is to always pursue being stronger, never stop, and dare to face any crisis and challenge.
And Yang Mo has all of these.
Therefore, the dirty old man¡¯s words were really too tempting for him.
"Sowhat am I going to do?" Yang Mo couldn't help but asked curiously.
"I'm sorry." The dirty old man deliberately kept it secret, shook his head and said, "I can't tell you now."
"Fuck you." Yang Mo extended his middle finger again. After a while, he suddenly remembered a few things and asked, "What's going on with your Dream Heart Sutra?"
"The Great Dream Heart Sutra is actually the study of Bagua. The master Zhuang Zhou is the Zhuang Zhou who dreamed of butterflies. Therefore, the Great Dream Heart Sutra is not only a mental method to induce dreams, but also a mental method to deduce. For example, now I will induce you to dream , then you are very likely to dream about what will happen in the future. This is a very mysterious thing. I have studied it all my life and have not been able to understand it. The wisdom of the ancestors is not something ordinary people can understand at all. The difficulty of this thing is comparable to It is much more difficult to invent an atomic bomb aircraft carrier." The dirty old man said quietly.
Yang Mo discovered a problem. Everyone who went out of the sacred battlefield scorned modern technology. Long Aotian did the same, and so did the dirty old man. But think about it, they do have the capital to look down on modern science. Sometimes Yang Mo really wants to see hundreds of thousands of masters here go out and conquer the world. It is estimated that by then, the Yankees will be so scared that they will wet their pants directly. Their aircraft carriers will be smashed with a fist, and missiles will be knocked back by a fart. That was so much fun!
Unfortunately, this is unlikely to happen in a short period of time, because these masters cannot leave the sacred battlefield at all.
**, let us let the Americans be the world hegemons for a few more years. Sooner or later we will let them know how powerful we are.
Yang Mo thought hard in his heart. After a while, he quickly put on a flattering face and said, "So, Master, can you teach me the Great Dream Heart Sutra?"
The dirty old man rolled his eyes at Yang Mo angrily, as if he had been defeated by you, and said helplessly: "Lord Holy Son, it's not that I taught you, but that you really don't have this talent. Do you understand? Gossip"This is something you can¡¯t learn just by reciting a few lines of Tai Chi to create Liang Yi. You have to study and work hard to understand. Moreover, this thing cannot be effective after decades. I have practiced it for more than sixty years, but I used it on you once, and now I have to do it all over again. "
"Ah?" Yang Mo exclaimed, "It takes more than sixty years for the skill of the Dream Heart Sutra to cool down?"
"Otherwise?" the dirty old man said angrily: "I need to simulate every bit of your nearly thirty years in my head. From eating to going to the toilet, everything needs to be rehearsed. Even a computer can't simulate it. To be able to calculate everything for you within sixty years is already considered a gift."
"Well, let's forget it. It's useless to learn this thing. You only use it once every sixty years. There are several sixty years in your life." Yang Mo quickly backed down. This thing was too scary for him. After sixty years of practicing such a thing with no actual lethality, he would not practice it even if his balls hurt.
The dirty old man smiled and said teasingly: "I knew you didn't know how to practice."
Yang Mo didn¡¯t fall for the dirty old man¡¯s teasing, so he just let him talk, since he wasn¡¯t practicing anyway. At this time, he remembered another thing and asked quickly: "By the way, dirty old man, let me ask you, what happened to the Miaomen? Didn't you say that all this is a dream? Why are so many things real? Exist? Also, are we really the descendants of the Ten Thousand Poison Sect?"
The dirty old man smiled when he heard this and said: "The Wan Du Sect does indeed exist, but how could you, Master Shengzi, join such a low-level sect? I have some connections with the Wan Du Sect. The Miao Sect is indeed related to the Wan Du Sect. There is a grudge. So, have you met someone from the Miao clan?"
"Yes. I went to the Miao Sect and killed that guy. He was a bit evil and actually practiced the kind of poison-nurturing Kung Fu." Yang Mo answered truthfully.
"Good and evil will be rewarded in the end. Okay, okay, forget about my brother's long-cherished wish." The dirty old man nodded and did not continue talking.
Seeing that his expression was a little sad, Yang Mo stopped worrying about this issue and instead asked, "You haven't told me why many things in dreams have appeared in reality?"
"I can't explain this. I just arrange life encounters for you based on the operation of Tai Chi. As for who you meet, it's Tai Chi's guidance, so I can't explain it."
The dirty old man¡¯s words were very mysterious. Yang Mo was willing to believe this explanation. Because there are so many things about this ancient nation that are puzzling.
After a while, the dirty old man suddenly said to Yang Mo: "Are you interested in going down and seeing how they fight against the invasion?"
"Okay!" Yang Mo nodded, he was indeed very curious about this.
When the dirty old man saw Yang Mo nodding, he led the way and walked all the way down. It doesn't look very far from the top, but it takes nearly an hour to walk, still using the inner strength.
After walking for more than an hour, we finally arrived at a large, unusually wide square. Nearly 100,000 people were seated in the square. Looking up, they were all full of people, with no edges visible.
These people all sat cross-legged, transmitting their inner strength to the disk in the center of the square. The disk gathered the power of 100,000 people and turned it into a substantial beam of light pointing up to the sky. Yang Mo raised his head and looked at the sky along the beads. I only feel that there is still a trace of energy transmitted down, turned into miasma under the evaporation of the light pillar, and scattered in all directions.
Seeing this, Yang Mo couldn't help but ask the dirty old man next to him: "Is that gap an attack from another world?"
"Yes!" The dirty old man nodded solemnly and said slowly: "We haven't seen you for a few days, and the attacks over there have become much more ferocious."
Yang Mo was a little confused when he saw this. As the saying goes, it is better to block than to open up. Keeping it blocked like this is not the answer. You have to let the energy over there be released.
Thinking about it, he silently activated the vortex of Thor's hammer, Fengshen's legs, Xuanwu shield and light energy arrows, silently absorbing the energy emanating from them.
With this inhalation, he immediately felt that the four black holes in his body were completely blocked, and he quickly accelerated the rotation to melt the energy.
But even so, after less than ten minutes, the four black hole vortices stopped rotating because there was too much energy.
Now, Yang Mo finally understood why these 100,000 people chose to block instead of unblocking. Yang Mo couldn't bear the little energy that was released. If it was really released, the earth would really be pierced, causing the end of the world.
Too dangerous!
Yang Mo muttered secretly in his heart.
Seeing that Yang Mo was still frightened, the dirty old man asked, "Now do you know how terrible the matter is?"
Yang Mo nodded subconsciously. He finally knew whyMore than 10,000 masters will fight to the death here. Without them, the earth would have ceased to exist.
As expected, the greater the ability, the greater the responsibility!
Yang Mo took a deep breath and seemed to have made up his mind.
At this time, the dirty old man said in a nonchalant manner: "You can rest in a quarter of an hour."
Yang Mo was extremely curious, but he didn't ask. Instead, he walked around to see the fighting prowess of these masters. What surprised him was that the combat power of these masters, even those sitting at the edge, was above 20,000 points, and those in the center area exceeded 200,000 points, and one or two of them were estimated to have exceeded 300,000 points.
horrible!
Yang Mo thought he was powerful before, but compared with him now, he was just a hairy fish and not worth mentioning.
About fifteen minutes later, the hole above slowly closed, no more energy seeped out, and the more than 100,000 people who filled the square slowly stopped their power, and the substantial light pillar in the center also slowly faded until it disappeared.
After more than 100,000 people got up, they were exhausted and retreated one after another, flying away in all directions. It was obvious that they went back to replenish their energy.
In less than a minute, the large square was completely empty, with only a few experts in the center still vigilantly looking above, for fear of a sudden attack from over there.
At this time, the dirty old man walked over with Yang Mo. As soon as they passed by, they said happily: "Zhou Tian, ??Xing Tian, ??let me tell you some good news. Our Holy Son is back, and we don't have to work so hard anymore."
As soon as the dirty old man said this, the seven or eight old men over there became very excited and happy. They quickly gathered around Yang Mo and circled Yang Mo several times to take a closer look.
"It is indeed the body of the Coiling Dragon Chaos!" The red-bearded old man named Xingtian laughed loudly, suddenly fell to the ground, and said excitedly: "Your Majesty the Holy Son, please bow down to Xingtian."
Xing Tianxia knelt down and kowtowed, and the other seven people also knelt down and kowtowed.
When Yang Mo saw it, he was a little shocked and a little strange. He murmured in his heart: Is this a costume drama? I'm not an emperor, what age have I been, and I'm still so decadent.
Although he was critical in his heart, he was very quick to lift everyone up. Then he asked Xingtian in confusion: "Your name is Xingtian? Does that have anything to do with the Xingtian in the myth?"
"Those are my ancestors. They are all subordinates of the Holy Ancestor. The myth you mentioned, Lord Holy Son, is most likely adapted from our ancestors." Xing Tian said very sincerely.
"Yes," the dirty old man next to him nodded and helped to prove: "For example, Zhu Rong, his ancestor is Zhu Rong, the god of fire in mythology. And this father-in-law, the ancestor is also a great god in mythology. As for This Zhou Tian, ??his ancestor was quite miserable, he actually turned into Mount Buzhou in the myth, haha!"
"Fuck you." The dirty old man joked, and the white-bearded old man next to him scolded angrily: "Old drunkard, don't think that I don't know what's going on outside because I haven't left the sacred battlefield. You asked those boys later. You Our ancestor Jingwei was still a bird!"
"Hahahaha!" A group of old men laughed.
Yang Mo also laughed, pointing at the dirty old man and saying, "So you birdman is a bird!"
Being teased like this by Yang Mo, the dirty old man looked a little embarrassed and said, "What do you know? What they mainly praise is the great spirit of our ancestors. They were not afraid of hardships and had the courage to fill the sea with stones. This is not what we are doing now." Are things different? We¡¯re all doing things that others think are impossible, what¡¯s so funny about that.¡±
Although the dirty old man said something righteous, Yang Mo still wanted to laugh. The other eight people stopped laughing, and all of them had serious expressions.
A few people were silent for a while, then Xing Tian suddenly patted Yang Mo on the shoulder and said, "It's okay now. The Holy Son is back, we will win soon, and we can go to the world to play soon! Haha! Six thousand years Now, we can finally go out and explore with our ancestors¡¯ last wish!¡±
Xing Tian laughed heartily, and the rest of the people also laughed.
Yang Mo felt very uncomfortable after hearing this. This was not a wish at all, but their ancestors had been looking forward to it for more than six thousand years.
At this time, Yang Mo finally made the decision to be the savior no matter how difficult the road ahead was.
¡°For nothing else, just for these six thousand years of perseverance. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!) - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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