Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

At the same time, the Dragon King battled the news of the Xinghai, such as a huge stone into the frozen pond, in the silent universe, set off a track.

Hengfeng Star Field, the station of the Great Horns Division.

After five years of exhibitions, with the strong support of Yao Shi Group and Tie Yuan Xing, the Great Horns Division has been transformed into a dozen or so crystal warships from hundreds of small squadrons with only one broken starship. A large squad of a transport ship.

In addition to the slightest shortage of top players, the scale is absolutely above the rest of the Flying Stars.

In particular, the commando team consisting of the Iron Star refiners can fight in various harsh environments such as starship wrecks, asteroids, and gravel stars. In the past five years, they have made great achievements and made star thieves and cultivators The wind is changing.

At this moment, on the flagship Golden Horn of the Great Horns Division, Lei Da 6 and Bai Huan used a kind of sly and sly expression, suddenly and delighted, and suddenly confused, facing a vague video.

"In any case, he escaped!"

Lei Da 6 took a long sigh of relief and his face was full of inner smiles.

"However, why didn't he kill him with the immortal, but he would destroy two stars?"

The two white-browed white glasses trembled like two long fishing lines.

"Li Yao can never be a cultivator. If he does this, he must have a deeper meaning. We should prepare for the battle ahead of time. He will definitely contact us in some way."

Lei Da 6狠狠 screwed Hu Hu, Shen Shen Road, "Let Zuo Xiaohu, Lu, they are all spirited, I have a hunch, a most important battle in this life, is coming!"

Five days later.

From the long winds between the Hengfeng Star Field and the Tiansheng Star Field, a large fleet is slowly sailing, and the ship uses Xuanguang to outline the emblem of the Yao Shi Group.

In the back of the fleet, a new round of the new magic weapon test ship, five ghosts attached to the spiritual body. There are also hundreds of light curtains on the light curtain. The light shines and the information flow falls like a waterfall.

Metal skull. I can't see too many different things, but the light spots that are shining in the depths of my eye sockets reveal the depths of their souls and the shock and excitement that can't be suppressed.

"3:52, in the third sub-section of the 'War Watch' forum. Among the fifth most recent posts, there are posts with special characters embedded!"

"At 4:09, on the 'Secret Garden' website, a new registered user is called ‘Jesus Wind Thunder oo11’, which is consistent with the secrets we have already agreed to!”

"4:41, 5:35, 7:18"

In the past five years, every day, Professor Mo Xuan and other ghosts have repeatedly visited dozens of specific websites on the Internet, and they have never found anything.

Until today, the special post and the newly registered username that were made five years ago finally appeared!

"Lee Yao is here!"

"He is in a post. Recommend the landlord to listen to the road of a singer!"

"Don't it mean that he found a way home? We can be home!"

Above the bridge, a cheer.

"In another post, there was a travel advertisement for Xiaoyue Xingyu. Like our prior appointment, Li Yao didn't want to be too insecure through the Lingwang connection. He hoped that one of us could go to the Xiaoyuexing area. Meet him directly!"

"Right, he also uses the secret language. Ask us about the progress of the 'brain plan'."

In the metal sounder at the throat of Professor Mo Xuan, there was a low laughter. According to the contact information agreed with Li Yao five years ago, I found a website with a chat and funny. In the fifth post of the third subsection, leave a new post:

"The brain is wide open!"

The twentieth day after the Dragon King battle reappeared in Xinghai.

In the past 20 days, the entire meteor community seems to be stunned, as always.

The tug-of-war around the spider's star field is still going on. The four star-studded torches that have just been refining have also moved forward and forward through the short-distance jumps.

In the realm of comprehension. The top leaders of the major sects rushed to Tiansheng City to prepare for the strategic meeting and swearing-in meeting before the second attack on the spider's nest star five hundred years later.

However, in the deep universe that ordinary people can't glimpse, the undercurrents are sharply spinning, colliding with each other, and knocking out a thrilling black spark.

The self-cultivators, the immortals, the star thieves, the ghosts from the Tianyuan world, and the various powers, all showing their powers, are trying to find a mysterious person wearing the dragon king trench.

However, since the tragic twenty days ago, this person is like ice melting in the water, dead leaves rot in the swamp, disappeared without a trace.

It was not until three days ago that things finally made subtle changes.

A treacherous warrior patrolling the edge of the Flying Eagles, occasionally in a gravel star belt, now has several relatively complete starship wrecks, which appear to have been left behind by a starship blast.

From the analysis of residual psionic radiation, the explosion was born in recent months, even just a few days ago.

Stars in the sea, moody, starship wreck, commonplace, after sending a routine search and rescue team, this incident as part of the patrol log, turned into a small stream of information, stored in the database, did not cause comprehension The attention of the person.

However, the immortals have been keenly aware of this.

From the structure of the wreckage and a part of the well-preserved fragments, they all belong to a medical ship.

At the same time, the Flying Eagle and the Spider Star are not far apart. Once you jump in the sky, you can arrive directly.

In the place where the eyes of the self-cultivator are not illuminated, a black large net is silent, and the three stars of the flying eagle and the surrounding are covered.

Tiansheng City, the flagship of the Tianxu Group on the Taixu Group.

Wen Wenkang slowly repaired the phantom energy transmission tube of Tianyin, and occasionally the crew passed by, this white-bearded old man with a big belly, will laugh and greet others.

Wen Wenkang is two hundred and twelve years old. In the early stage of the knot, he has already passed the peak years and entered the infinite evening.

He is not the kind of celestial talent, the aura of comprehension, can walk all the way to today, purely relying on water and grinding, bit by bit accumulation, down-to-earth practice, the skill is like a screw, tighten yourself In the bones.

At his age, he seems to have recognized his true level. He has long since ruined his ambitions. He only wants to wait for the end of the war to find a place where the mountains and rivers are beautiful and comfortable to support the sky.

Even the chest, the badge of the Battle Star Alliance was smeared by the oil, he did not care, and did not wipe for a long time.

In order to ensure the openness of the Taixu Warfare Plan, the Sky Fantasy was jointly reorganized by the Taixu Group and the Battle Star Alliance. Wen Wenkang is the Battle Star Alliance, and the seat maintenance engineer stationed on the Sky Magic has just completed one day. Overhaul.

He slowly packed everything, his hands on his back, humming a little song, passing through the passage under the maintenance room, turning into a lifting platform, flying a few times on the manipulator array, the lifting platform slowly descending, parallel Moved for a moment and came to a lounge.

In the lounge, there is a large greasy bed.

Wen Wenkang did not lie down, but opened the mattress, revealing a secret transmission array below.

Five minutes later, Wen Wenkang appeared in the depths of the Tianyue, in a secret room.

The total length of the Sky Magic is 37 kilometers. It is a large town. It is a breeze to transform several secret rooms.

Until the door of the Chamber of Secrets slowly closed behind him, the sound of Wen Wenkang’s slightly curved waist was gradually straightened, the laziness and numbness of the face disappeared completely, and the two eyes represented the firmness and fanaticism. The tiger has awakened.

This secret room, which he personally responsible for transformation, is a secret command center with strong computing power and confidentiality.

There are countless light curtains flashing around, and six long tables are packed.

Looking at it, half of the people are the middle and high-level and grassroots backbone of the Taixu Group.

Half of them are the core members of the Sixth Heaven and the Battle Star Alliance. However, most of the young people who are bloody, are the youngest of the major gates.

Everyone's expression is the same as Wen Wenkang. Perseverance and fanaticism imply a tension that is coming to war.

Wen Wenkang nodded to Xiao Xuan, who was sitting at the end of the long table, and signaled that he had completely checked it. There was absolutely no eavesdropping and detection of magic weapons.

Xiao Xuan Ce stood up and gently knocked on the table. After everyone was quiet, calmly said: "The reel of Cui Zongping of Yin Yuezong was unfortunately fallen last night."

"Cui Daoyou is a data mining expert. In order to dig out the information of the target person from the confusing data of the flying eagle star, he ignores the fact that he is only a high-ranking monk in the base period, forcibly running the ninth weight of the 'wind-capture algorithm'. For half an hour, unfortunately caught fire!"

"There was still room for salvation, but in order not to expose the secrets of the organization, Cui Daoyou had to endure the pain of inhumanity, first sent out valuable information, and deleted all the traces in the crystal brain, and then shouted for help."

"When the rescue came, it was too late, Cui Daoyou was unfortunately fallen!"

"Cui Daoyou was sacrificed for the most glorious cause of the universe and the great rejuvenation of human civilization. Now, let us mourn for Cui Daoyou for a minute!"

"Hey!"

Including Wen Wenkang, everyone hurried up, straighten his right arm, clenched his fists, and folded his arms, slamming his chest, solemn and solemn, silently mourning.

A minute later, Xiao Xuance looked around and sighed: "We are different from the Changsheng Hall's counterfeit goods, and they are real cultivators."

"The true cultivator is not afraid of death, sacrifice for human civilization, is our greatest happiness and glory!"

"For decades, countless martyrs have gone on and on, and they have sacrificed without hesitation. Finally, our cause has come to this day. The whole world of the 5,000-year-old flying star will be reunited in our hands, a civilization, a leader, and an avenue! ”

"But at the moment when the final victory is about to come, our cause has encountered a deadly threat!" (To be continued.)