Chronicles of Heaven

The yin and yang two cylinders swallowed the 60,000-magazine master, and the yin and yang people turned into streamers and rushed away.

In a secret place in Zhangzhou, Wu Tie has prepared a superb settlement for these formations. A group of carefully selected people, who have no problem in their origins, and who are pure and loyal, have already waited there.

In the future, these tacticians will continue to produce qualified fresh blood for Wutie.

A hundred invincible military warships vacated and flew at full speed in the direction of the state city of Zhangzhou. There was a space door leading to Qingqiu City - no matter the former Jinjin or the current Qingqiu, the emperor The space gates of all are only erected in the state towns of the states.

From the magical Yunshan all the way to the southeast, the magic cloud mountain is not far from the road of Zhangzhou City. With the speed of the standard warship, the fleet just flew for a long time, and it was about to go to the city of Zhangzhou.

At this time, a high-altitude fire whistling down, and instantly hit a large flagship in the middle.

The fire is so bright, the terrible flame of high temperature engulfs a hundred warships.

Far and near, countless people have seen how a hundred battleships have disappeared in this golden red flame. These invincible military warships, even if the defensive formations were too late to open, they were directly vaporized into a smoky smoke.

On the gate of the city gate of Zhangzhou City, the generals of the invincible army screamed and screamed: "Hey, what is this, what is this ghost thing? How come, how can it be so powerful?"

There is a higher-ranking general who squats and swears: "There are thousands of knives... These battleships are the sects sent by the emperors. These masters are the treasures of my kingdom!"

The terrible news is like a hurricane, and it spreads in all directions from the city of Zhangzhou.

A terrible strongman attacked the army sent by An Wang and escorted the mages to return to the fleet of Qingqiucheng. All the strategists, all the escorts of the soldiers were wiped out, no one could escape.

The secret agents of the Forbidden City of the Qingqiu Kingdom rushed to the scene, and even rushed to the location where the fleet was attacked, even more than the invincible soldiers in the city of Zhangzhou. They used a special secret treasure to make a round around the scene, and the most close letter of the flight flew to Qingqiucheng.

The attack on the **** fleet is a congenital spirit.

Moreover, it is a congenital spiritual treasure with extremely high order and great power – even, it is definitely a congenital treasure of the state of the country.

Some people attacked the **** fleet sent by An Wang Huo Xiong with a fire-rated township attack, killing 60,000 masters of the Qingqiu Kingdom. In particular, among the 60,000-French Masters, there is the existence of the Grand Master level of Pang Xuan.

And the big masters of Pang Xuan, in the official system of the Qingqiu Shenguo, only three people!

That is to say, the enemy of the Qingqiu Kingdom of China has destroyed one-third of the official division of the Qingqiu Kingdom.

The savage and squad that can destroy the city on the battlefield will be cultivated. As long as the cultivation of resources is used, it is like a kind of leeks. The new blood squadrons can grow up continuously.

But the Mage Master, this is not only by the body, but more importantly, by the brain and by wisdom... Especially in the modern era, the civilization is difficult to pass, and the door-and-door family is popular with all kinds of classics and laws, and the idea of ​​self-improvement is popular. Wanting to train a great master of the tactics, even if it is the power of the national dynasty, it is quite difficult without thousands of years.

The news of Ganzhou has just been passed back. Suddenly, the Qingqiu City Hall fluctuated, and the rams were even more frustrated. They personally took people to Ganzhou.

When the **** fleet departed, Wu Tie stood on the wall of the Wujia Fort and looked at the fleet.

The witch and the corpse of the three corpses stood by Wu Tie, and opened their mouths, 嘎嘎 笑, laughing, staring at the fleet that was far away: "It’s a pity that these warships are good things, good things!"

Wu Tie smiled and shook his head: "It's not a good thing, the military's standard goods. Only the ancient soldiers have a better design, although the cost is much higher, but the combat power of the individual warships, at least Twenty times more than that. In the future, our warships will all be replaced by good newcomers."

The witch prison nodded with a smile, and slaps heavily on the shoulders of Wu Tie.

"We are old, some strange ideas, can't compare with your little dolls... But we, the old guys, are very happy."

Looking up at the sky, in the blue sky, the neat white clouds are like fish scales. They are extraordinarily refreshing and neatly arranged in the sky, which makes people feel relaxed and happy.

In all directions, the mountains and mountains are full of green, hundreds of feet of giant trees, the primitive wildness of the original jungle is full of breathtaking beauty, those trees, those vines, those flowers, those birds and beasts, all moved to want to cry.

Just outside the south gate of Wujiapu, under the vast **** of the gentle slope, under the cliffs thousands of feet deep, a vast river dozens of miles wide and galloping from the giant canyon, day and night The sound of the night, like a thunder, is endless.

Although it is a little bit boiling, it gives a very feeling of peace of mind.

In the underground world, don't say that this river is a river with dozens of miles wide, and a small stream of water with a bowl of mouth is regarded as a treasure by countless cave residents.

Not to mention, so many plants in all directions, so many animals, as well as the flowers in the air, even the large group of bees flying in the mountains, are full of happiness.

The eyes of the witch prison are very sharp, with the terrible cultivation that can be called strong in his god's vision. With the strong blood of the witch family, he glances at the past and can easily see the appearance of a mosquito flapping his wings thousands of miles away. .

He clearly saw that more than a hundred miles away, on the mountainside, a silver giant responsible for patrolling was on a desert.

This guy is twenty feet tall, but placed in the silver giant tribe, this guy is still not an adult, can only be considered a teenager.

He lay on a small hillside with a small wild flower on his nose. A palm-sized butterfly fell lightly on the wildflowers, and the yellow-green-green wings occasionally shook slightly.

Such a big silver giant, so carefully lying there, holding his breath, converges a breath, a pair of huge eyeballs into a cock-eye shape, staring straight on the nose of this beautiful, slender, weak little Life.

The silver giant was rough, fierce, and even with a few brutal faces, a soft smile at the moment.

"Really, we old guys, really happy..." The witch prison smiled at the silver giant.

These guys, including the underground ethnicity that Wu Tie bought from the town of Magic City, are now slaves to the Wujiapu... and they are indeed blessed with various spirits and are extremely Strict discipline constraints.

No matter who is inspecting, these slaves are the slaves of the righteous.

Even these guys themselves thought that they were truly slaves.

However, they are just lucky, they are good, and they have encountered a kind of generosity and generosity. They are not very demanding in eating and drinking. They are not cruel and good-hearted lords in discipline.

Really... If you put it in the underground world, the silver giant should not say that lying on the hillside quietly admiring a butterfly, as a slave, he will be beaten a bit by his own lord if he is a little slower when he works. Interrupting a dozen bones will never let him go.

But in this Wujiapu, naturally this does not happen.

"They are also very happy." Wu Tie smiled and narrowed his eyes, and the power of the huge spirits spread out, easily covering the mountains and forests.

This is the natural ability to awaken in the blood of Wu Tie. When he was young, he had the power of the soul and could do something that ordinary people could not do.

Nowadays, his cultivation is becoming more and more powerful, far beyond the ordinary half-step gods and gods. With the magical talent, Wu Tie’s spiritual power field covers a sand, a stone, a grass and a wood, even if it is floating dust in the air. Everything is under control.

There are countless rats and gnomes in the vast forests of Wanli.

With a happy, heart-wrenching smile, they took good care of the herbs and carefully managed everything in Yaoshan.

These rats and gnomes have adapted to the life of Wujiapu.

In the underground world, their destiny is so humble and cruel, but in the Wujia Fort... They have a sense of ease from the body to the soul, which suddenly fades away from the shackles.

The lords of the Wujiapu, who are not harsh on them, seldom punish them. This is already a great grace for those who are extremely despicable in the underground world.

Not to mention, they can eat every day, and they are not eating moss, grass roots and worms.

They can also wear neatly dressed clothes, although the materials are not good, just the most common linen clothes, this is the virtue they dare not expect.

more importantly……

Look at the sky, the sky is no longer a thick, dark, squeezing and sturdy rock top, but a real, blue sky.

There are also neat white clouds, and the feather warriors who are free to travel through the clouds...

Even if the gods of the Wujia Fortress were blessed by the lords of the sorcerer's sorrow, they still felt - freedom and happiness!

So, Wu Tie saw these faces full of laughter, busy gnomes and rats. There are even some gnomes whose brains are more aura. I don't know where to learn some folk songs. They work hard and sing songs.

This is a place where Wu Tie struggled for so many years and finally opened up in the ground world.

A group of people dedicated to themselves, set up for these lower-level families, can let them feel the true natural habitat of the heavens and the earth.

Wu Tie only hopes that in the future, such settlements will be more and more, and the area will be larger and larger.

He hopes that in the future, in these settlements, these little guys need not be banned in the spirit, do not need to be slaves, but can be a truly complete, free ethnic group. The image is walking brightly in the sun.

"Let's go, let's get things done at home, then, is your kid's trouble coming?" The witch prisoner slammed the shoulders of Wu Tie, his face said with a smile: "But there are us. The old guy is standing behind his back, don't be afraid."

Wu Tie smiled and nodded. He looked around the green hills and whispered: "I have never been afraid...because, what we are doing is right."

The witch prison stayed, then smiled, reached out, and touched Wu Ting’s head with force: "Yes, yes, we have not done anything wrong, bad things... it is them who really want to be afraid."

Wujiapu, north of the main house, is surrounded by a large area of ​​the ancestral temple.

The entire city defense ban of the Wujiapu has been opened, and the five-way Taoist and the Bohai Dao people are still invisible in the air, with the avatars of more than a dozen old witches, watching the movements in all directions with vigilance, and guarding against the power to sneak into and sneak into.

Of course, Wujiapu Xinli, such a family city and fortress, has built hundreds of new ones in Zhangzhou for half a year. Wujiabao is not eye-catching and will not attract the attention of others.

However, it is only a matter of preparation. In fact, the Wujiapu is too important.

The yin and yang people traveled and rushed. At the moment, in the Wujia Fort, the Wu family who sneaked out from the witch field, the men, women and children together, had a total of 200,000 people. For their safety, how to be careful can not be overemphasized.

Under the auspices of the witch prison, a festival of sacrifices following the oldest traditions of the Wu people was carried out in an orderly manner.

Killing, sacrificing, reading rituals, dancing rituals... The program is not complicated, but extremely solemn.

Finally, in the main hall of the Zongmiao, the four ancestors of the witch and the four ancestors were careful, and the four men joined hands to put a **** card with a high score of three feet.

On the nameplate of the square monument, the end is exactly engraved with the eight blood-colored characters of the sorcerer's ancestor.

Wu Tie stood in the brotherhood of the brothers, quietly watching this **** card that seems to have the same blood and the same breath. He couldn't help but think of the secrets of the ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors in the Wu's ancestral temple in the Witchland.

In this terrestrial world, it is already a great luxury to be able to offer such a **** card that represents all the ancestors of the witches.

The spiritual cards of the ancestors of the ancestors of the ancestors... among them, the names of many of them are still hanging on the list of the town hall.

For absolute safety, the old guys of the witch prison decided that it would be enough to offer such a **** card in the ancestral temple of the Wujiapu.

At the moment when the **** card was settled, Wu Tie and a group of witches who were qualified to stand in the main hall of the temple fell to the ground and worshipped the **** card. At the same time, they whispered and chanted the witches from generation to generation. Sacrifice the heavens and the earth and remember the ancestors' rituals.

"Wu Tie, derailed." Wait until the ritual reading is completed, the low voice of the witch prison sounds throughout the hall.

Wu Tie suddenly looked up at the witch prison, and he stood up and came to the witch prison.

"If the name is not right, then the power is untrustworthy; if the right is untrustworthy, then the heart is uncertain; if the mind is uncertain, it will be a disaster; if the tribe is in chaos, it will fall." The witch prison looked at Wu Tie, one word and one word said: "I am waiting for the old family." It is unanimously agreed that from today on, my witches are divided into two types: the Japanese and the Japanese.

"This is the main inscription of the Japanese patriarchal sect. It is the old-fashioned singer who awakened to the ancient times and sleeps. I spent one of my family's secret offerings, and my family's origins were refining."

"From today on, all the people of the Japanese ancestors, life and death, honor and disgrace, are in your mind."

A whole body is made of unknown black bones, heavy and abnormal, wrapped in a rich blood, with numerous ancient mysterious words on the surface, and the desolate and desolate seals are smothered into the hands of Wu Tie.

The witch prison, and dozens of other ancestors who were enshrined in the main hall, went to the seal at the same time.

Three times after the dagger, the old witch and other old people bite the tip of the tongue at the same time, a little blood spurts out, and a gust of wind rises in the hall. The iron hand in the hands of Wu Tie is a heavier than a mountain, and the blood of the witch and other people spit out. I sucked in all.

Under the sorcerer’s imprisonment, the Wujin and other ethnic groups in the hall smashed the tip of the tongue, and it was also a little blood spurting out.

Outside the hall, the dozens of old servants who were guarded in the void were also biting their tongues and spewing a little blood.

Then, the 200,000 Wu family members in Wujiabao also bite their tongues and spurted a little red blood into the hall of worship.

Wu Tie holds this master print, feels the fascination of the tiny souls inside, and feels that the pressure on his shoulders is huge, and he can't speak for a while.