Longevity: Liver Experience from the Hunter Ship

Chapter 391 Port Uprising, who is the rebel?

Chapter 391 Port Uprising, who is the rebel? (Please subscribe~)

Su Ye heard an allusion in his previous life.

The woodcutter went into the mountain to cut firewood and saw two boys playing chess. On a whim, he stopped to watch.

When the chess game was over, the woodcutter woke up. He turned around and saw that his ax handle was rotten. After going down the mountain and returning home, he realized that a hundred years had passed and no one he knew had disappeared!

The woodcutter in this allusion is called "Lanke Man".

But it's not possible.

One day, Su Ye himself experienced the feeling of being a "rotten person"?

hum.

In Su Ye's eyes, the icy silver color gradually dimmed.

He used the power of his spiritual consciousness and his newly acquired pupil skills to conduct many thorough inspections of this resource point.

"This is how they spent three years very normally..."

As a kingdom where gods dominate, the gods of the Far South can adjust the flow of time in the kingdom of God to make it faster or slower at a certain price.

"Three years."

Su Ye murmured to himself.

Compared with the longevity of high-level monks, whose moving axis has lasted for hundreds of years, three years is just a blink of an eye, which is nothing to worry about.

But now the gods of the Far South are all riddled with evil power, which is equivalent to a negative state with infinite blood loss. The faster the flow of time, the higher the total damage caused by evil power!

Still driving at five times speed?

Are you really not afraid of death?

Therefore, the God of Mists and Forests was also very conscientious and lowered the speed of time in God's country.

"Wisty Divine Kingdom..."

There was a hint of gloom between his eyebrows.

This is why Su Ye felt that two or three months had passed in the Wusen Divine Kingdom. After coming out, he found that three years had passed in the outside world!

Su Ye had a strange look on his face, and frowned as he had the answer in his mind.

This time is neither long nor short.

The flow of time in Wusen Divine Kingdom is slower than that in the outside world, and one month is equivalent to about a year in the outside world.

"The flow of time is different from the outside world?"

He guessed right, that was it.

"It is definitely not the influence of illusion. At the same time, we can also rule out the possibility of rapid aging of local residents due to diseases, curses and other reasons..."

The gods of the Far South unanimously chose to slow down the flow of time.

In ancient times, the gods of the Far South would basically choose to make time flow faster - anyway, the gods have endless lifespan, so farming at five times the speed is very comfortable~

but now.

"It's basically certain."

This special time flow rate is determined by the characteristics of the Kingdom of God and the environment of Far South Continent.

After all, the longevity of gods is endless.

……

but.

"Three years..."

"The news of my disappearance cannot be concealed no matter what..."

"I don't know what happened to Nan Yaoguang Company in the three years since I disappeared?"

A hint of worry appeared in Su Ye's eyes.

He knew very well that the force he had formed was quite fragmented.

It was purely a combination of one person who forcibly subdued and combined several large forces.

Of course, this form of power is not uncommon in this world - spiritual wisdom and immortality, all great power belongs to oneself!

The presence of high-level monks is more effective than any organizational means.

But at the same time, the power of this organizational form also has obvious shortcomings.

Organizational stability depends on one person!

Once something goes wrong with this high-level monk, such as dying at the end of his life or suffering serious injuries... the organization he belongs to will inevitably face turmoil!

Su Ye has been missing for three years this time, Nan Yaoguang Company?

In the company, there were several people who had reached perfection, but he had placed restrictions on them and forcibly subdued them.

If you don't take advantage of such a good opportunity, Su Ye himself won't believe it - you underestimate the resistance spirit of high-level monks. These guys are not obedient people!

Thinking of this, he rubbed his temples and felt a little headache: "I hope everyone is okay..."

Whatever the power, it doesn't matter.

Su Ye's strength is here, just destroy it and rebuild it.

But it was his Taoist companions who made him uneasy, especially Luo Qing'e, his official Taoist companion, who was soft on the outside but strong on the inside, and very ambitious.

She has a strong sense of responsibility for Nanyaoguang Company. Su Ye is very worried that she will do something irrational in order to maintain the survival of her power.

"Tsk..."

Su Ye narrowed his eyes.

The more I think about it, the more annoying it becomes! "Damn it Wu Sen, you really deserve to die!"

Su Ye gritted his teeth and cursed gloomily.

But then I thought about it. As the culprit, Old Man Kumu, now his soul is gone. Even Wusen Divine Kingdom has been completely destroyed!

Even if you want to whip corpses, you can't do it if you don't have the ability to catch people in the long river of time...

Think about this.

Su Ye was speechless and scratched his hair in annoyance.

"Ugh……"

He gathered his thoughts and continued to activate the spirit ship, heading towards Hope Port.

……

And at the same time.

Hope Harbor.

Port office.

The drizzle is misty, like silver threads floating in the sky.

More than ten sharp wooden stakes were inserted into the ground, and each of them had a head inserted into it!

A black crow stood on a sharp wooden stake. It tilted its head and pecked the eyeballs from the eye sockets of its head, feasting on it!

within the city.

There are very few pedestrians, coming and going in a hurry, and there is a solemn atmosphere.

Dark red blood clots condensed in the gaps between the stone bricks in the street, which even rainwater could not wash away, exuding a disgusting smell.

at this time.

I saw a man in a gray cloak, carefully bypassing the patrolling guards and arriving in front of a low house.

He stretched out his hand and knocked on the old wooden door with a certain pattern.

After a while.

crunch.

The wooden door opened.

A hidden spiritual light flashed slightly, and his figure was swept into the door.

This low house may seem narrow, but it actually has a rather spacious basement.

And more than a dozen monks were in the basement, silent, closing their eyes and concentrating.

hum.

Countless talismans, like wind chimes.

Suspended on the surrounding walls of the basement, it is isolated from detection.

And this time.

The man's return attracted attention. Among the monks in the basement, an old man walked out quickly and asked eagerly.

"Senior nephew Zhang, are you back?"

"How about... is there any news from the Governor's Palace?"

Master Nephew Zhang cupped his hands and replied in a deep voice: "Master Wu, he was very successful in inciting the natives to rebel. The monks stationed in the Governor's Mansion have been dispatched to quell the rebellion."

"Well done!" Uncle Wu's eyes lit up and he clapped his hands immediately.

"Without further delay, start immediately!"

Immediately.

Uncle Wu turned around.

He bowed respectfully to a masked monk in the basement.

"Please also ask Mr. Xuan to take action for my Yuling Sect to kill the rebels!"

"It's natural!"

Mr. Xuan nodded and said righteously.

"That's why I'm here! The thousand-year-old tradition of the Yuling Sect has been disrupted by such young people. It's so sad!"

"Today, I am going to bring order to the chaos and bring justice!"

While talking.

This old man Xuan's magic power fluctuated overflowing.