Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

At night, in the food street of the underground ghost city of Fugo City, in the hot food stalls, the smell of oil smoke and food, the noise of noisy vocals and spatula, everyone's face is shiny and full of smiles.

This is the human fireworks.

"When it is!"

Two ice wine glasses collided together, Li Yao and the high-ranking buddy Meng Jiang squandered, and made a sigh of unsatisfied, smiling at each other.

“I haven’t come back in three years, and the mulberry wine of Lao Du Barbecue is just as enjoyable!”

Li Yao sighed and sighed.

During the day, after leaving the middle school of the miners, he went to find the brothers and knives Peng Hai, and they went to see the enlightenment teacher Sun Lao.

When Sun Lao was young, he was only a low-level refining period comprehension person, but Hui Ruju, in his later years, unearthed two super newcomers, such as the knives Peng Hai and the vulture Li Yao, and even took his position in the Akasaka school. It is also rising.

In order to have a good relationship with Peng Hai and Li Yao, the Akasaka faction has been very in good care for Sun and Laos in these years. A good villa was arranged in the suburbs for the elderly to enjoy their old age.

Sun Lao has always hated the fact that Li Yao, the second lieutenant of the Red Army, went out to the door. He did not fake the color of the Akasaka faction. Instead, he liked to stroll around the slum every day, trying to find the next good seedling, which is also a hobby.

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Just as the dead party Meng Jiang also ended his three-year career in vocational college, he obtained the license of the intermediate image designer and is about to embark on the society.

Li Yao and Meng Jiang haven't seen each other for three years. They just took the opportunity to meet in their favorite underground ghost city food street.

Steaming lamb oil fried noodles, thicker than the arms of the various skewers. Spicy to the tears of the flower buds and the fat chicken legs, these are the delicious tastes of high school, full of tables.

"I didn't expect that we will have another day to gather together. You can do it. In just three years, you will become a foundation-based monk. It is the same as the demon knife Penghai!"

Meng Jiang smiled and filled Li Jiu with wine. He said, "I am an ordinary person. I am afraid that there is no big life in this life. The only thing that is worthy of pride is that you have such a good friend! I didn't expect you to become a base monk. I still remember my buddy, and I am willing to come to this place to eat, I am really happy!"

"Meng Jiang, you will always be my best friend, how can I forget? I thought that when I hunted the monster on the island of Konjac, I was seriously injured and fell into a coma. Everyone said that I could not wake up. And you are trying to protect me at school. For me, there are conflicts with many people. All of this, I keep it in my heart!"

Li Yao clasped the glass of wine, and some of them were embarrassed. "It’s just that you know that being a self-cultivator is going against the water. If you don’t go in, you will go crazy for twenty-four hours a day, sometimes you have to go to the battlefield. For months, I’m killing and killing, there’s really no time. I’m partying with my old friends!”

"I understand that the situation is so tense now, you must be very **** the self-cultivation! Since you have embarked on this road, you should invest 100% in it and keep climbing up! I am waiting for you to become a child after the day. Come back to me for a drink!"

Meng Jiang smiled heartily. "Don't let me wait too long. If I have become a bad old man, you will be a member of Yuan Ying and I will be embarrassed to take a photo with you!"

Li Yao also smiled: "You can rest assured that you won't let you wait too long!"

"Right, what about you?"

"Your ideal is to become the best image designer in the whole country. I know that you are working very hard at school. You have tested a lot of intermediate licenses that senior image designers can't test. What are you going to do? Still starting your own business?"

Meng Jiang smiled slightly and said with a little pride: "I am going to join the army."

Li Yao lived: "Joe the army?"

"Yes."

Meng Jiang nodded. "I certainly want to start a business and open an image design club. But I know the environment of my family. There is no money at all. My dad has not supported me to do this."

"Now the federation enters the state of first-class war, the status of the military has greatly improved, and the standards of the military have also been relaxed. After joining the army three years later, you can get a loan and realize my dream!"

"Secretly telling you that I went to the test a few days ago and passed it successfully. Then, as long as the data review is no problem, it is a glorious EFF!"

"Hah, this news, even my dad doesn't know, if the old man knows, he must be angry enough!"

"It turned out to be..."

Li Yao thought about it, and took out a black matte surface from his arms. The very low-key luxury Jinlingtong card was placed on the greasy table and passed.

Meng Jiang glimpsed, the eyes flashed hesitant color, a cup of iced mulberry wine was drunk, took a deep breath, and pushed the card back.

Li Yao frowned, said: "Meng Jiang, we are the best friends, why are you polite with me? This money should be enough for you to open a medium-sized image design club, not so hard to join the army, now on the front line, very dangerous !"

Meng Jiang swept the Jinlingtong card and seemed to regret it, but he bit his teeth and smiled again:

"Lee Yao, I know that you are kind, this money is not for you at all."

"However, I have always regarded our two as our best friends. The friendship that has been formed since the middle school era is the purest thing. I regard it as a treasure!"

"So, I can't take your money to start a business, otherwise I always feel that this friendship is no longer so pure, it is embarrassing, and it tastes bad."

"Not to mention, I still prefer to use my own hands and spell out my world little by little compared to the success of getting it right!"

"Only in this way, when I finally create a big image design empire, I will not feel even a slight guilty look back when I look back."

"Even if one day, you really become a Yuan Ying, I can still straighten my waist, and I will eat meat and drink with you!"

This remark made Li Yao a long time, and finally smiled at his head:

"Well, Meng Jiang, I didn't expect to see you for three years, and your realm has improved so much!"

"Of course!"

Meng Jiang grinned and his eyes were full of pride. "With your super genius as a buddy, my pressure is great. Of course, we must work hard to improve the realm, so that we will not open too much distance with you!"

"Although my talent is average, I can't wake up to Linggen in this life. It's just an ordinary person. But I told you the last time I left. Ordinary people can do a big job, not necessarily worse than the self-cultivator. How many!"

"Maybe, I can't be a self-cultivator in the eyes of the world. It is a name for the world. It shocks the Union."

"But I can at least become my own self-cultivator, cultivate my life and control my own destiny!"

Li Yao moved.

Under the fire of Hung Hom, the face of the dead party Meng Jiang shines brightly, full of expectations for a better life in the future, and the confidence that he is willing to make all efforts and the fate of the fate.

This kind of light makes Li Yao full of joy. Hold the glass again:

"Too great, Meng Jiang. We are all self-cultivators. Since we have chosen the path we want to take, we will make all our efforts, go one step at a time, and then suffer again. It will be harder. Don't give up!"

"Cheers!"

"Cheers!"

......

Three days later, in the northwest of the Xingyao Federation, in the vast desert of the Gobi Desert, where the Tianyuan cannon is!

The five hundred miles were completely blocked by the federal army. At least five strong players in the Yuan Ying series are firmly monitoring the sky.

In the control center, more than a dozen research-type comprehens of the Dandan period led hundreds of people in the base period, and hundreds of experts, scholars and staff of the refining period were operating nervously.

The Tianyuan cannon was launched for the first time, leaving the last five minutes.

Li Yao once saw that the large disc that was deeply sunken down to the ground, millions of charms began to shine, like a red sun rising.

Although this is a sunny day, the radiance of the psionic wave is still eclipsing the blue sky and white clouds.

In the center of the circular crater, deep into the silo of the underground, a little red awning is getting bigger and bigger, faintly roaring like a wind and thunder, if a magma monster crouching deep in the ground is about to roar.

It is under the movement of the earth's crust and the changes of the spiritual pulse, calming the fire for half a year, and will soon burst into an unparalleled energy!

In the control center, the comprehensions are accurately calculating the angle and orientation, trying to add fuel to the fire of the ground fire!

"The last three minutes!"

"One hundred and eight spar bombs, at the same time exciting!"

"The fire has increased a lot and started to work!"

"Booming!"

There was a slight vibration from the depths of the ground, and a circle of ripples rippled in the cup on the table.

Including the Yuan Ying old monster, the expression on the face of each comprehension is also as elusive as ripples.

The underground rock layer, which could have blocked the fire, was smashed by the spar bomb, and the bursting array could intensify the enormous energy contained in the ground fire.

The launch process has started, no power can be interrupted, and then all they can do is wait.

Modern self-cultivators are natural atheists.

They may believe that there is a kind of "magic and racial race" that is powerful and unmatched, capable of destroying or transforming stars.

But I absolutely don't believe that there will be a "God" that can't be perceived, can't be observed, can't prove, and manipulate everything in the dark!

However, in this almost stagnation of the three minutes, many of the most determined atheists on weekdays, like the ancients of 40,000 years ago, chanted and prayed to the gods that did not exist.

The amplitude of the mountain shaking is getting bigger and bigger, and the red mans in the silo are getting more and more glaring. Within a few hundred miles, the hot steam is spewed out from the cracks in the underground, and the white fog is gathered into a group of claws. The temperature is at least increased. A dozen degrees.

Tianyuan cannon is just as its name, explaining the structure of this super-transmission array. The star-rail is like a squall line, spiraling down in the silo.

A total of five star shuttles, each separated by a hundred meters, quietly parked at the bottom of the silo.

In one of the stars, the star singers sang and sang, the national anthem and the military songs repeatedly echoed in the narrow cabin.

In another star shuttle, the star patrols drove rough and wild jokes and burst into the depths of their hearts.

There are also two stars in the star shuttle, and each star patrol closes his eyes, listening quietly to the roar of the fire under his feet.

Distance launch, and last minute! (To be continued...)