The Original Seeker

Chapter 775: Alchemist

"We don't care about that bit of air luck. The martial arts is my only one. With pure will as the core, air luck is such a vain foreign object that I will gain my luck but lose my life." Huang Wuji said indifferently.

Unlike people who like to follow analogies and spend a lot of time cultivating other paths, he is a very traditional cultivator who concentrates on working together.

Except for martial arts, he almost never cared about other roads. He belonged to the kind of ascetic monk who was immersed in his own world.

So after taking a look at Ramduo, the two once again hid in the gap of the space layer and started fighting, disappearing into the battlefield like a passer-by.

Enveloping a whole starry sky, the brilliance of the will of the two colors of silver and red, also gradually dissipated with the disappearance of the fighting two, leaving only a large number of ordinary monks who are still deeply shocked by this power.

"Big husbands should be like this."

Somewhere in the space battlefield, a low-level mercenary wearing power armor said enviously in the direction where the light disappeared.

"One day, I will climb to his place!"

The companion next to him sighed quietly.

The two martial arts monks did not hide their thirst for such power in the slightest.

After all, Huang Wuji and Olga both represent the pinnacle of the federal martial arts, as long as they are practicing martial arts, there is no one who does not know them.

"..."

"This Huaya guy really has a pit in his head, and he is not interested in luck, what else is he doing on the battlefield..." After he left, Ramdor commented on the absurdity.

"What age is it...returning to Huayao." Huolin couldn't help but ridicule when he heard it.

Compared with the cultural integration of the middle and lower classes that have continued for several generations, just over a hundred years, for the high-level monks who have a long life, is just a period of time in their lives that is not too long.

In the first few major civilizations on the earth, the people at the bottom were forcibly promoting the use of the federal language, and after living together for several generations, the gap between civilizations has faded a lot.

This is also due to one of the most important decisions made by the Federation at the time-to disperse and rearrange all people's living quarters instead of directly transplanting the distinct arrangement of the earth.

Cultural barriers often come from prejudice and ignorance. When foreigners who were demonized and stigmatized in the past become their own neighbors, many past prejudices will be self-defeating.

After more than a hundred years of running-in, the concept of foreign races in ordinary people's minds has faded a lot, especially in the new generation after the establishment of the Federation, they have become completely accustomed to a society where multiple human races live together.

But the high-ranking monks are different.

Especially those "old antiques".

In the earth age, several major civilizations are still opposed to those who have become famous in those years. Whether it is aesthetics or other things, they are deeply ingrained in the concept of alien races in their minds.

Although the immortals can be ever-changing, they still have the existence that they feel "beautiful", and this concept of "beauty" is often related to their background.

Like Ramdor, his kingdom of God was destroyed by the Huaya Federation. It is a fantasy to expect him to treat the Huaya people as his own clan.

Over a mere hundred years, it is not enough to change the mind of true immortals. After all, they have been replaced by ordinary people. Among them, those who have witnessed the autumn of the spirit river and have not embarked on the path of cultivation, most of the grave grasses are three feet tall. Taller.

After the short-lived old stubbornness died, these long-lived old stubbornness remained.

A small number of immortal old stubbornness, their persistence, has made the Federation unable to truly integrate together.

...

Kirkov was also from that era, but he didn't care much about race before, and now he doesn't care much.

Moreover, he was arrested in the land of Baizhi for several years of coolies, only to make up for the ransom money and escape.

This has always been a history he didn't want to mention, and few people in the Federation knew about it.

"You also picked a good time." Ramdor said without paying attention to Huolin's sarcasm.

"A total of four true immortals went to Cross Tribulation."

Kirkov's attack time was very good. There were almost 30 true immortals in the Federation, and four of them went to the ferry to return to the robbery, and they couldn't participate in this battle of luck.

The time it takes to cross a samsara catastrophe is as short as ten or eight years. It is as long as a cloud catastrophe. It has evaporated for fifty to sixty years. What's more, it may have died in another world, and there has been no news for a century.

Kirkov chose the right time for most of the true immortals in the Ramdor camp to go to other planes to survive the catastrophe.

Originally, the number of true immortals in the two camps was four to six. As a result, while Kirkov's camp was one less person, Ramdor's camp was directly less than three people, and he just pulled back three to three.

In addition to the two camps, some relatively neutral immortals hold some precious civilization space coordinates in their hands and concentrate on developing different worlds.

For them, what kind of system they can use, who is the emperor, who is the chairperson, or even the federation does not exist, is all cloud. They only care about one acre of land in their own ship, and they concentrate on harvesting leeks in the different world on weekdays.

I don’t care about human affairs.

...

"I think the monk's title needs to be unified."

"speaker…"

"From now on, we are alchemists, alchemist civilization." Kirkov said categorically.

"It seems you understand too." Seeing Kirkov's reaction, Ramdo smiled tacitly, "Then I can't let it go."

"You can't eat the cake all by yourself." Kirkov was a little dissatisfied.

Seeing the two dumbing each other, the immortals present seemed to understand what was going on, only Mila who relied on the pendant to watch from a distance looked dumbfounded.

At this time, all the battles died down like pressing the pause button, and the fighters belonging to the Ramdor camp and the pyrotechnic camp faced each other.

"Boss, do you know what they are doing? They are renaming the country and civilization..."

"Qingyun. They are redefining the federation ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ or the future of the empire in the way of naming, so as to allocate the luck from the federation."

"Is there really luck?" Milla and Serra listened to them, staring suspiciously at the picture provided by the pendant.

"Even if it is true, just by changing the name, can you take your luck into your own hands?"

This time the pendant didn't answer again.

"Ramdor." The Blue Witch King suddenly said as if he had changed his person. "Our battle ends here."

"Have you taken the initiative back?" Ramdo asked.

"Finally suppressed the two lingering guys for a while."

The personality structure in the Blue Witch King is more complicated.

First of all, it is a tree demon, and when the bloodline memory was opened, it was contaminated by the bloodline memory, gained a lot of valuable experience, and also gained a hatred that didn't belong to him.

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