Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

At the same time, the dragon king's armor reproduced the news of the star sea, such as a boulder thrown into an ice-covered pond, causing a ripple in the silent universe.

Horizontal wind star area, Grand Corner Armor Regiment site.

After five years of development, with the strong support of the Yaoshi Group and Iron Plains, the Grand Horn Armored Regiment has evolved from a small armored regiment with only one broken starship to an oversized armored regiment with dozens of crystalline warships and hundreds of transporters.

Except for a slight shortfall in top hands, the size is definitely above the rest of the armored regiment in the star world.

In particular, a strike team composed of Iron Plains gas refiners was able to fight in a variety of harsh environments, including the wreckage of starships, asteroids and crushed stone belts. Over the past five years, the battle power of Hehe was established, making the star thieves and immortals smell different.

At this moment, on the Grand Horn Armorer's flagship Golden Horn, Thunder Continent and White Happiness face a blurry video with a sudden trance, sudden joy, sudden confusion.

“Anyway, he escaped! ”

Lei Da Chang took a long sigh of relief and hung his face with a smile from his heart.

“But why didn't he kill the immortals and destroy the two torches instead? ”

Two happy white eyebrows tremble like two long lines of fishing.

“Li Yao can never be a fixer. He must have deeper intentions in doing so. We should be ready for battle in advance. He will definitely contact us in some way. ”

Thunder mainland twisted the crap hard, and said, "Let the left-watering tiger, Lu Dian and them, all cheer up. I have a hunch that the most important battle of my life is coming! ”

……

Five days later.

A large fleet is sailing slowly on the long journey between the transverse wind and the celestial stars, and the bow of the ship outlines the battle emblem of the Yao Shi Group with a bright light.

In the rear part of the fleet, on a new round rolling Fabo test ship, the five members of the Ghost Fix, attached to the Spiritual Body, also faced hundreds of light curtains, above the curtain, the glow of the blue light, the flow of information rolled down like a waterfall.

On the metal skull, not too many abnormalities can be seen, but the constant glowing light points deep in the eye socket reveal the shock and excitement deep in their souls, which cannot be suppressed.

“At 3: 52, in the third sub-section of the War Watch forum, the fifth most recent post, a reply with a special character was found! ”

“At 4: 09, a new registered user named ‘Jedi Windstorm 0011’ was found on the 'Secret Garden' website, consistent with the password we had agreed upon! ”

“4: 41... 5: 35... 7: 18...”

For five years, every day, Professor Mo Xuan and other ghost repairs have repeatedly viewed dozens of specific websites on Spiritual Net, and they have never gained anything.

Until today, special replies and new registered usernames that were agreed five years ago have finally appeared!

“Li Yao is back! ”

“In a reply, he recommended the owner to listen to a song…" The Way Home "! ”

“Did you mean he found a way home? We can go home now! ”

Above the bridge, a cheer.

“In another reply, a tourist advertisement appeared in Dawn Moon Star Domain. As we had agreed in advance, Li Yao did not want to contact us through Lingnet. That was too unsafe. He hoped that one of us could go to Dawn Moon Star Domain and meet him directly! ”

“By the way, he also asked us in secret about the progress of the" brain stimulation program ". ”

In the metal loudspeaker at Professor Mo Xuan's throat, a low laugh was emitted. According to the contact information agreed with Li Yao five years ago, a website based on chatter and fun was found. In the fifth post in the third sub-section, a new reply was left:

“Brain hole wide open! ”

……

The Dragon King's armor reappeared on the twentieth day after the star sea.

For the last 20 days, the entire planetary world seemed unscathed, as it always was.

The chainsaw battle on the periphery of the Spider Star Zone continues, and the four newly refined torches continue to move forward through a short jump.

In the realm of the cultivation, the elite of the great sects rushed to the holy city of heaven, ready to participate in the strategic meeting and the sworn master's conference before the second attack on the Spider's Nest, 500 years apart.

However, in a deep universe beyond the reach of ordinary people, a dark stream spins rapidly, impinging on each other and striking a frightening black spark.

Realists, fairy fixers, star thieves, ghost fixers from the celestial realm... multifaceted forces, all of them, are trying to find a way to find the mystery man dressed in the dragon king's armor.

However, since the shock began twenty days ago, the man is like ice melting in water, dead leaves rotting in the swamp and disappearing without a trace.

Until three days ago, things finally changed subtly.

A Taiwanese warrior patrolling the edge of the Eagle Star area occasionally found several relatively complete wreckages of a starship in a fragmented rock belt, apparently left over from a large starship explosion.

Analysed from residual psychic radiation, the explosion occurred in recent months, even just a few days ago.

The stars, the ocean of joy, the crashes of the starships, the sky is common. After the routine search and rescue teams were dispatched, this matter became a small stream of information as part of the patrol log, stored in the database, and did not attract the attention of the repairers.

But the fairy practitioner noticed this sharply.

From the structure of the wreckage and some of the preserved debris, they all belong to a medical vessel.

Meanwhile, the Eagle and Spider domains are not far apart and can be reached directly by a single jump in the sky.

Where the eyes of the practitioner did not shine, a black mesh, silent, swept past the Eagle Star and the three surrounding stars.

……

Tiansheng City, on the Taiwanese flagship Tianfang.

Wen Wencang slowly inspected the spiritual delivery pipe of the Fantasy. Occasionally, a crew passes by. The old man with a big beard will laugh and say hello.

Wen Wenkang is two hundred and twelve years old this year. As for the early monks of the Knightan period, the peak years have long passed, entering the infinite twilight.

He is not the kind of talented, spiritual cultivator who can walk all the way to this day, purely by water grinder, accumulate every drop, step on the practical training, power like a screw, tighten into his bones.

At his age, he also seemed to recognize his true level. He had long quenched his ambitions and wanted only to find a place for a mountain fresh water show after the war to comfortably feed his life.

Even the chest, the Alliance's badge was obscured by the oil stain, he didn't care and hadn't wiped it for a long time.

To ensure the openness of the Taiwanese Warrior Program, the Fantasy was jointly refined by the Taiwanese Group and the Alliance of War Stars. Wen Wenkang is the Alliance of War Stars, the chief repairman stationed on the Fantasy, who has just completed a day of maintenance.

He swallowed everything up slowly, carrying his hands, humming a small song, through the passage beneath the overhaul room, into a lifting platform, flew a few times faster on the operator array, the lifting platform slowly descended, and moved in parallel for a moment, to a lounge.

In the lounge, there is a greasy queen size bed.

Wen Wenkang did not lie down, but lifted the mattress and revealed a secret transfer array below.

Five minutes later, Wen Wenkang appeared deep in the Fantasy, in a secret room.

Thirty-seven kilometres long, the Fantasy is a big town, and it's easy to transform a few secret rooms in it.

Until the door of the Chamber of Secrets slowly closed behind him and made a "chirp” sound, Wen Wenkang's waist rod, which had been slightly bent, gradually straightened out, the laziness and numbness on his face completely disappeared, eyes deep, both sides representing a resolute and fanatical tiger awakened.

This secret room, which he personally rehabilitated, is a highly computational and confidential secret command centre.

There are countless lights flashing around, six long tables, and no seats.

Looking at it, half of them are middle and senior and grassroots backbones of the Taiwanese group.

Half of them are the core gatekeepers of the Six Heavenly Saints and the Alliance of War Stars. However, many young people with just the right blood are young and strong at all gates.

Everyone's expressions, like Wen Wenkang's, are tenacious, fanatical, and imply a hint of tension about the coming of the war.

Wen Wenkang nodded at Xiao Xuanqi sitting at the end of the long table, indicating that he had checked completely and that there was absolutely no eavesdropping and detection of Fabo.

Xiao Xuanzi stood up and tapped the table gently. After everyone had calmed down, he said calmly: "Choi Zongping of Silver Moon Sect, unfortunately, fell last night. ”

“Choi Daoyou is a data mining expert. In order to extract the information of the target figure from the messy data of the vast sea of the Eagle star, he forcibly operated the ninth weight of the" Wind Capture Algorithm "despite his being only a senior monk during the foundation period. He persisted for half an hour and unfortunately went into the demon! ”

“There was still room for salvation, but Choi Daoyou, in order not to expose the secrets of the organization and endure inhuman pain, first sent out valuable information, and then deleted all traces of the crystal brain, which made him cry out for help. ”

“When the rescue arrived, it was too late, and Choi Daoyou unfortunately fell! ”

“Choi Daoyou was sacrificed for the most glorious cause in the entire universe, the great renaissance of human civilization, now let us mourn for Choi Daoyou for a minute! ”

“Huh!”

Everyone, including Wen Wenkang, stood up, straightened his right arm, tightened his fist, folded his arm again, rubbed against his chest, solemnly mourned and mourned silently.

One minute later, Xiao Xuanzi looked around and said, “Unlike the fakes in the Hall of Everlasting Life, we are real fairy fixers. ”

“True immortals, fearless of death and sacrificed for human civilization, are our greatest happiness and glory! ”

“For decades, countless successive and irreversible sacrifices have finally brought our cause to this day, dividing the star kingdom for 5,000 years, and reunifying it in our hands, one civilization, one leader, one avenue! ”

“But at this moment of final victory, our cause is under a deadly threat! ”