When Yang Mo woke up, it was already daytime the next day, and he slept for nearly twenty-four hours. This was the longest sleep he had ever had since practicing.
After waking up, Yang Mo felt comfortable all over, his body was as light as a swallow, and he had endless strength. The golden elixir that turned yellow and orange last night now has a more metallic luster, but his body size has shrunk a lot, but his strength is still the same. It didn't fade away, but became even purer.
After going to the lobby to have breakfast, the dirty old man came over to find Yang Mo to hang out. Yang Mo had nothing to do anyway, so he just wandered around. This sacred battlefield is really big. The two of them wandered around for a whole day without even walking the same path.
What made Yang Mo slightly puzzled was that after walking for a while, the dirty old man would pinch his fingers and make calculations, mumbling words, as if he was calculating some secret. Yang Mo also asked him twice, but he didn't answer. Yang Mo simply didn't bother to talk to him anymore and looked around to see if there was anything interesting.
In the evening, the dirty old man sent Yang Mo back. After Yang Mo had dinner, he was taken to the well again, and then jumped into it with a pop at the order of the Holy Mother.
Today, Yang Mo didn't have the tearing pain and the heart-gnawing pain of thousands of ants yesterday. Instead, his whole body was burning like a flame, which made him scream in agony.
It was not until the second half of the night that the hot feeling gradually disappeared, and Yang Mo jumped out of the blood well.
Went back to the room and slept for another day and night.
After waking up, the dirty old man took Yang Mo out for a walk again. After walking for a day, he jumped into the blood well again. This time, the ice penetrated his bones. I still struggled all night, and then slept for another day and night.
It took nearly ten days to repeat this process before the entire purgatory-like tempering was completed.
Yang Mo could still feel the changes in his body during the first day of training, but there was no progress at all in the subsequent times. He didn't even know why he had to suffer that torture.
It wasn¡¯t until the night of the eleventh day that Our Lady finally summoned the dirty old man and other eight elders to discuss Yang Mo¡¯s affairs, and Yang Mo finally knew the ins and outs of everything.
After Xingtian and others paid their respects to the Holy Mother and the Holy Son, they asked the Holy Mother very happily: "Holy Mother, are you calling us here this time because the Holy Son has completed his body tempering?"
"Yes." The Virgin nodded with a gloomy face. Compared to the happiness of the eight elders, she was not so happy, and even a little sad.
Yang Mo was very surprised by the opposing expressions of the two. He didn't know what happened? I don't know whether I should be happy with Xing Tian and others, or sad with the Holy Mother.
After a while, the Holy Mother looked at the dirty old man and asked: "Jingwei, have you found the definite coordinates?"
"I found it, Holy Mother." The dirty old man replied extremely humbly.
"Are you sure you're right?" Our Lady asked again, sounding like she wanted to hear Jingwei say there was a mistake.
However, the dirty old man still answered very honestly: "Yes, Holy Mother, it's confirmed."
"Oh." The Holy Mother promised very plainly. Xing Tian and others were extremely happy and said, "Great, we finally have hope of winning! Great, we can finally go out!"
Xingtian was extremely happy, but the Holy Mother said calmly: "What will happen if we go out? We are separated by six thousand years, whether we can live is another matter. And we may not win!"
"We will definitely win." Zhu Rong clenched his fists with great confidence and said: "The Holy Son is the body of Panlong Chaos. He has the bloodline of Pangu and Xuanyuan. He will definitely be able to dissolve the crisis from the source and create a new world for us. Peace forever.¡±
Zhu Rong is so confident, but the Holy Mother still has a gloomy look on her face. She is unhappy.
At this time, Yang Mo finally couldn't hold back his curiosity and asked, "What on earth is going on?"
Yang Mo asked directly. Xing Tian and others looked at each other in confusion, wanting to say but not daring to say anything. They were silent for a long time. The Holy Mother sitting above him sighed, pointed at the dirty old man next to him and said, "Tell the Holy Son."
"Yes, Holy Mother." The dirty old man bowed in reply, stood up, and said slowly, "Holy Son, that's it. We have been resisting here for more than six thousand years, and have been here for generations. But except for the fact that Master Pangu had the upper hand and suppressed us for nearly a thousand years, we began to decline gradually. Over the past few hundred years, the power there has become stronger and stronger. Conservative estimates suggest that we can only support six or seven at most. Year, it is very likely that it was destroyed in 2012 as the Mayans said.¡±
"Then what?" Yang Mo basically understood what the dirty old man said, and he was eager to know what this matter had to do with him.
? ??A hundred years ago, we received a letter from another world, sent by the descendants of Emperor Xuanyuan Huang. After ascending, Xuanyuan found that he had not reached the fairy world, but had gone to another different world, and this different world was still launching attacks on us. So they are also thinking of ways to stop it. After trying every method to stop it, a hundred years ago, he integrated some of his opponent's skills into his bloodline talent, and penetrated the barrier to reach our side. After we read it, we immediately decided that Our Lady would go find the mortal with the strongest bloodline of Xuanyuan in the world, and then we found your father. "
When the dirty old man said this, Yang Mo had some doubts in his mind, so he asked: "Is the so-called opponent's skill the same as the Spring Palace Picture?"
"Yes!" The dirty old man nodded without hesitation.
"So, you knew how to open it early, and you deliberately lied to me?" Yang Mo said very angrily.
"I" The dirty old man was a little embarrassed and explained with a red face: "I am an old master who teaches sages and sages. How can I say such dirty things? And I asked you to read it for half an hour every night. You should be able to understand it. Ah. Normal men will definitely become distracted after watching it for half an hour every night, and thenit will naturally fall into place!"
The dirty old man was talking rightly, but Yang Mo wanted to beat him after hearing this. But there were still so many people at the scene, so he endured it and continued to ask: "Then what does this matter have to do with me?"
"You have been chosen as the savior to go to another world to solve the crisis from the source. Because you know two kinds of skills, know yourself and the enemy, you will definitely be able to defeat your opponent and solve the crisis." The dirty old man said righteously, and what he said was impassioned. It's like singing the song "Wind Whispering" and Yi Shuihan sending the hero to his death.
"I'm going to another world? How?" Yang Mo said in confusion
"We have found the coordinates of the weakest barrier. Every time the barrier is at its weakest during the tide on a full moon night, the eight of us will send you there together, and we will definitely be able to successfully cross it." Xing Tian rushed to answer, as if he was about to send Yang Mo over immediately.
Yang Mo listened and suddenly realized, no wonder the dirty old man said it would be exciting and increase his strength. It turned out to be an upgrade to fight monsters in another world!
In the past, Yang Mo thought that his rebirth was something only the protagonists in fantasy novels could do, so he was very honored. It turned out that the so-called rebirth was simply a dream and a scam. But now he immediately felt treated like a protagonist again, traveling through time! This is a more popular subject than rebirth. Nine out of ten online novels are about time travel. When you arrive in another world, you will be so domineering that your little brothers will kneel down and worship you. All the beauties and queens are begging for nothing to marry her and warm her bed. All kinds of geniuses were slapped in the face and trampled on. No matter how poorly you do in your original world, you can still become a winner in life when you go to another world. Time travel is the fastest way for Diao to counterattack Gao Fushuai.
Yang Mo was having endless fantasies about time travel, but the Virgin Mother next to her had a sad look on her face. She reached out and touched Yang Mo's silly face, crying and saying, "My child, it's my mother who can't forgive you."
"No, you are not sorry for me. Time travel is great! I like time travel!" Yang Mo said very happily.
After hearing this, the Holy Mother quickly touched Yang Mo¡¯s forehead with her hand. She thought Yang Mo was confused and stunned.
Yang Mo smiled and said: "Mom, I'm fine. I'm awake and I don't have a fever. Think about it, how rare it is to travel through time. I am the only one in this world who can do it. I will definitely go to another world. He can kill all over the world, encounter all kinds of adventures, make all kinds of beauties fall to his knees, and in the end he will be able to unify the other worlds and sweep across the world."
Yang Mo is extremely confident. This strong self-confidence is all based on the hundreds of time-travel novels he has read.
He thought that those losers before time travel would become kings and hegemons in other worlds, and they would all be fighting emperors again. He, a man of great talent and talent, will definitely become even more awesome when he goes over there.
Yang Mo thought this, but the Holy Mother couldn't help but shed tears again. She was really afraid that her son would never return. You must know that Emperor Pangu was so powerful that he could not defeat his opponent. Xuanyuan was considered a dragon and a phoenix among men, and he could only hate the other world. Now my son only has seven or eight thousand fighting strength. Wouldn't he die by running over?
¡°My child, it¡¯s my mother who can¡¯t help you.¡± The Holy Mother held Yang Mo¡¯s head and cried out without holding back.
As a mother, Yang Mo was sent away from her arms before she was even a month old. Now she has to be sent away again less than half a month after they reunited, and it is still a foreign world where life and death are uncertain. How can she feel relieved? Her heart was filled with guilt for Yang Mo. She even felt that she should not have given birth to Yang Mo and let him come into this world to suffer. She is burdened with the fate of saving the world even before she is born. No mother is willing to put this kind of pressure on her child, but she has to do thisDo it because this is the fate of their Pangu lineage.
"You're not sorry for me, don't worry, I will definitely be able to return victoriously." Yang Mo said with great confidence.
After saying that, he thought of something again, walked to the dirty old man, and said: "I still have a few girlfriends in Shanghai, please help take care of them during my absence!"
"Hey, okay, Lord Holy Son." The dirty old man quickly accepted the order.
Suddenly his nose felt a little sore. In fact, he felt that Yang Mo's chances of winning were not particularly good this time. After all, the Mayans predicted the end of the world. Although it is a crow's mouth, the credibility should still be quite high, especially when combined with the decline of the sacred battlefield today.
"Okay, I know everything. Let's go back and rest first. We will set off on the night of the full moon." Yang Mo waved handsomely to bid farewell to the eight elders.
After the eight people left, the Holy Mother hugged Yang Mo and cried bitterly. She felt so sorry for her son.
Yang Mo was still immersed in the excitement of traveling to another world. He had no idea where the Virgin Mary was crying.
That night, the Holy Mother stayed up all night and kept weaving clothes for Yang Mo in the backyard room. Yang Mo had never worn the clothes she had sewn by herself?
Thinking that this was the only thing she, a mother, could do for her son now, the Holy Mother felt sad for no reason, and her tears kept falling.
On the night of the full moon, the Virgin finally finished knitting the clothes. It was a very handsome cloak. Yang Mo liked it very much and wore it on the spot. Then he and the Eight Elders went to the coordinate point. Yang Mo was very excited all the way, but the Holy Mother cried so much that she kept saying, why don't we go?
Yang Mo yearns for another world now, how could he not go?
At that moment, I rejected my mother very righteously.
Arriving at the coordinate point, Yang Mo stood still. When the moon rose above his head, the eight elders used their power together, and Yang Mo suddenly flew out like a rocket taking off into the sky.
After flying upward for nearly five thousand meters, Yang Mo suddenly felt as if there was a thin film on top of his head, and under the powerful force of the sprint, it penetrated in an instant. Once inside, it's like entering a black hole, with darkness all around. At the same time, Yang Mo felt intense heat in his body, which made Yang Mo want to tear off his clothes. Fortunately, he had tasted this taste in the blood well before, so he endured it. Just as he endured the scorching heat, all the coldness hit his body again
?????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????? It was cold, and then hot, and now dry, which lasted for three or four hours, and the bottomless black hole finally disappeared, and it wasreplaced by patches of light before his eyes Phew!
When Yang Mo saw the light, his speed accelerated again, faster than riding a rocket, and he quickly reversed Ah!
When his body felt gravity again and fell from mid-air, Yang Mo couldn't help but scream Bang!
Yang Mo, who was falling in mid-air, fell onto a towering ancient tree, and then fell all the way, breaking all the ancient branches. Because of this resistance, Yang Mo was not seriously injured when he landed. Just some back pain. ,
Just when Yang Mo felt pain all over his body, a bull's head suddenly appeared in front of his eyes To be precise, it was a tauren.
"Who are you?" The tauren still spoke in Mandarin, but his voice was so rich that it made Yang Mo's eardrums hurt.
Yang Mo quickly took two steps back, stood up with difficulty, and found that although the tauren's head looked like a bull's head, his body was still human.
When Yang Mo saw him looking at him in confusion, he wanted to express friendship with the first 'person' he met through another world, so he raised his arms and shouted: "Demacia!!"
Demacia?
The tauren repeated his reading curiously, then stretched out his hand to scratch his crotch and said, "Pull it, cluck it?"
This action is really unsightly. If it weren¡¯t for the fact that he is an uncivilized tauren, Yang Mo would have called you a fool. With a friendly attitude, Yang Mo asked: "Where are you here?"
"The continent of Azeroth." The tauren replied word for word.
Azeroth?
Yang Mo muttered and suddenly realized. No wonder I have to know about Demacia.
When Yang Mo suddenly understood, the tauren asked him: "What do you do? What are you doing here?"
"Me?" Yang Mo proudly puffed up his chest and said, "I am a genius!"
Originally, Yang Mo wanted to say that he was a time traveler, but he was afraid that the overlord's aura would be too strong and frighten the tauren, so he quietly said "genius!"
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