I am the leader of Huangquan

Chapter 310 Returning to Earth Hometown
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"Excellent! Manipulating them behind the scenes and watching them speak online is really inexplicably refreshing!"

As the mastermind behind the scenes, Huang Mingshan scanned the players' feedback again, and after confirming that there was no major problem, he let down his guard.

"Everything is operating as expected."

He turned off the computer, then closed the door of the room tightly, and went directly to the bed to lie down and sleep.

Now he lives in a villa with super strict security.

Born as a rich second generation, he recently directly hired a group of bodyguards to guard the surroundings so as not to overturn in reality.

He is now more regretful than anyone else.

After all, just like White Feather Chicken, in the game he is a monk at the golden core stage, and he still goes to sea every day in Yuguo, turning into black charcoal, but in reality he is still a mortal, who can be stabbed to death with a single knife.

Isn't that all gone?
Although he is confident that no one knows his real body in reality, he still has to be careful.

"However, the fact that I'm a weak chicken in reality will change soon. These bodyguards will probably be removed in a few months."

He lay on the bed and closed his eyes, and came to the underworld of the earth - the ruins of the six reincarnation fragments.

The surrounding area is empty of waste soil and yellow mud.

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He took a deep breath, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth amidst the fragments, "Sure enough, as I imagined, this place serves as a transfer station for communicating with the Kyushu Underworld. Every time the passage is opened, there will be spiritual energy overflowing."

"And the more people there are, the more spiritual energy will be diffused."

"The current level of aura is enough for me to practice in reality on this side of the earth."

He kept sorting out his thoughts in his mind and pondered: "After all, the body over there can't be regarded as the root."

He knows better than anyone.

The body of the underworld player is not a living person, but a puppet of the six reincarnations pinched by Po Meng, so that he can affix his fate casually.

How can a real person do this?

Fate is like a doll, just paste it on it?
And the spiritual cultivation of one's own flesh and blood body is the most important thing.

In front of him, he occupied this fragmented ruin and practiced his own body. His two purple fates were truly heaven-defying!

"I'm going to start practicing Qi."

He whispered in his heart.

"I will be the first practitioner on earth."

"Furthermore, the more players in "Huangquan Yinchao", the bigger the aura channel of this fragment, and the more aura there is, the faster my cultivation speed will be."

He can fully imagine how bright his prospects are.

When they came to the dilapidated Netherworld Sect, two or three kittens led the players to develop together.

He is the only immortal on the earth who absorbs spiritual energy and cultivates here in the fragments. When the development there is almost developed, his real body will probably be very strong.

At that time, my physical body pierced through the "secular world", crossed Kyushu through this channel, and went there to take over all the lands and mountains I had conquered.

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After most of the day.

"Practice one layer of Qi."

He sat cross-legged, his body suddenly broke through a certain restraint, and a deep smile rose from the corner of his mouth, "In this world, who can stop me?"

Seventh Peak.

Wu Lang received a summons from Po Meng.

After he slowly practiced a spiritual energy cycle, he went down the mountain.

Granny Meng was still feeding soup on Huangquan Road, and said casually: "The six reincarnation fragments that you let me stare at all the time, there are indeed some problems. It seems that they are absorbing spiritual energy, and there seem to be indigenous people practicing."

"Oh?"

Wu Lang showed a strange smile, "It seems that the natives over there are indeed uneasy."

Although Po Meng's eyes were filled with cold killing intent, she said: "Although you are restless, you can still use it. You can't kill it, but you have to hit it."

It's pretty good over there now.

It is worse than the flesh and blood of a real person, and it exceeds a lot in all aspects.

Granny Meng also peeked at Xing Hanhan's diary again, knowing that the people there are so pure and good, and she fully planned to only recruit the bad guys there in the future.

Wu Lang nodded, "Senior Po Meng, since the spiritual energy over there is pulling the past, can I also reverse it?"

"Where is the reversal?"

Meng Po was startled, and said in a dumb voice: "There is no aura in the ordinary people over there. What is there to see? You can look around everywhere in the Fanguo before Jingzhou. There is nothing special about this barren land."

"I just want to go and have a look." Wu Lang explained, "After all, the battle in Jingzhou has been tense recently, so it's good to go out and have a look to relax your mind."

"Too."

Granny Meng came back to her senses, and said kindly and comfortingly: "You child, don't be under too much pressure. You are now in the stage of becoming a god, and you can't go to the front line. Let their monks from Daleiyin Temple conduct guerrilla warfare for a while."

"It is possible to go to the 'secular world' over there, but it is estimated that it can only accommodate a trace of spiritual consciousness."

"That's enough." Wu Lang got the expected result.

After all, they are here to go online.

It's not a problem to follow them off the assembly line and assist a trace of spiritual sense to smuggle there.

The other party couldn't notice it either.

Even the six reincarnation fragments over there are part of Po Meng's body. Wu Lang has Po Meng's Taoist companion contract with him, so how could the fragments of his wife over there reject it?
You don't really think that the six reincarnation fragments over there belong to the other party, do you?

That's Granny Meng's.

If it wasn't for Wu Lang's interference, Po Meng might have taken it back a long time ago and fully responded.

"correct."

Granny Meng thought for a while, and said, "The so-called 'secular world' over there seems to have some special folk customs. If you find a few more diligent errants with good qualifications, you can also pull them over."

"Our Netherworld Sect is short of new blood!"

When Po Meng thought about chatting with a few demon sect masters before, and was ridiculed by them, she became a little impatient, "We haven't had a ranking list of sect disciples for a long time, and we don't have Tianjiao walking outside to make a name for himself. those big pies”

Wu Lang nodded, "Senior, I will pay attention. In the generation of our sect, there will soon be young people walking around the world. The battle of the Great Leiyin Temple is the time for our younger generation to become famous."

"I hope so." Granny Meng smiled, but she also felt that the possibility was very low in her heart. It was too late to train a Tianjiao to go out for a walk.

Wu Lang also consciously excluded himself from the generation of the contemporary Tianjiao.

It's not good for me to be in the same generation as the young master of Daoyanzong, Mu Jiqiu, Ji Fa, Xu Xinying, after all, he has been very dedicated since the beginning of the Qi refining stage, and he has been working with those old monsters in the imperial realm, and his opponents in the combined body stage Not worthy to stand opposite.

Whoa, whoa!

A ray of spiritual consciousness passed through the dark and deep dimensional space tunnel, and suddenly landed in the ruins, but saw a young man practicing cross-legged.

Huang Mingshan didn't notice Wu Lang's existence at all.

As a wandering soul, Wu Lang glanced down at him, shook his head and laughed: "The future player No. 1, probably has great ambitions and wants to be the leader of Huangquan."

Sure enough, it was similar to what I guessed, he was practicing here.

In history, Po Meng probably also noticed that he was practicing here, and even helped him practice here.

After all, he is the No.1 who pioneered the era, took out the ancestral scriptures, and received the same treatment as himself now.

Before I crossed over, I was still an ordinary social animal. The game "Huangquan Ghost Escort" has been running for more than ten years. It is estimated that the Tiangou Emperor in the later games is really the only great cultivator on earth who can practice. Fly into the sky and escape from the ground.

But now?

Wu Lang took his place.

Meng Po in turn regarded herself as the hope of Huang Quanzong, not him, the future Emperor Tiangou.

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As soon as he practiced here, Granny Meng immediately reported him.

In fact, without Wu Lang's intervention, he would not be able to become the leader of Huangquan in the future.

Like Wu Lang, he copied the ancestral scriptures of the ancestors on this side of the earth and spread them here.

But being the leader of Huangquan is thinking too much.

She was brutally beaten by Li Qingrou!
He can only serve as the deputy of Li Qingrou, the leader of the next generation of Huangquan, to help manage the players' affairs and develop the era.

As for opening up the era and dominating the world?
In history, he was also beaten by the Zhengdao League.

The protagonist of Destiny is not alone. In an era where all heroes are at the same time, each of the protagonists is against the sky to the limit.

At this moment, Wu Lang ignored the No. 1 future player who was practicing here, and left directly.

"Well, let the bullets fly for a while."

Wu Lang ignored him, and just looked up and down with great interest, this once legendary No.1 real face behind the scenes.

The appearance is even a little weak, with a sissy and neutral beauty.

"It's outrageous. He doesn't have a fate related to his appearance like a 'good person card'. He is half as handsome as me."

Wu Lang was a little surprised, but also completely satisfied his curiosity about the mastermind behind the scenes in his previous life. He followed the offline channels of the outside world, followed a wandering soul of a white-feathered chicken, and returned directly to reality.

Go home often.

He thought about it and missed this side.

Goo!
Cuckoo?

When he sensed everything in the outside world, he found that there were cuckoos all around him, and he probably came to the chicken farm.

"Traveling through prehistory, leaving home for more than 30 years, and finally coming back."

(End of this chapter)