Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The black flint is a little restless.

It is said that only demonic tribes who are particularly devout to their ancestors and whose hearts are particularly pure can see the Pandemons in the clouds.

Black Firestone was a grievance, and he felt he had always been devout to his ancestors.

Though he doesn't quite understand, the ancestors, what kind of pangu, co-worker, praiser, backpacker, who exactly is who, who does what, but the monthly "Ancestral Spirit Tax”, he pays the most, isn't he the happiest? The old men told him the rules of the ancestors, and he was honest, and he had never broken any of them.

“It's all that stupid bitch's fault! ”

Black flint pounded on the bottom of his heart, his eyes quickly covered with layers of blood.

His eyes looked at the whole company of brute hammers. He was the only one who didn't see them. His eyes were red and swollen. His head began to faint again. His eyes jumped and his eyes seemed to really see the clouds emitting a ray of light, a ray of colour.

“I see it! I see it!”

Black Firestone didn't know if the “glorious Pandemonic Palace” was like this, but he was excited to shed tears.

“That is the Palace of the Hordes, above the stars and seas, our home! ”

Lord Golden Horn waved the demonic horn hammer out of a storm, murdering and shouting, "Go, warriors, let those despicable, cowardly people see, the power of Pangu blood! ”

In front, countless red firefly guides, be they black horn bulls, meteor iron bulls or iron-tailed barbarian bulls... All the bull's eyeballs emit flames, the demon gushing through their nostrils, condensed into a tumbling red cloud in the middle of the sky!

Together, they launched an uneven and messy assault on a people's post!

The black firestone's brain has been burned by nerve stimulants, calm consciousness is rapidly being replaced by the desire to kill, at this moment he, more than can imagine what the "glorious Pandemonic Palace” is like.

The master said that as long as he fought bravely and buried his head to kill, he could rise to the glorious Pandemonic Palace, and no longer have to worry about how to cultivate those two thin fields filled with poisonous vines and twin-tailed scorpions. The Pandemonic Palace has wine pond meat groves, countless rare delicacies, neither farmland nor mining, just happy all day!

Black Flame doesn't know what “Pool Meat Forest” means, and I don't know what “Precious" means. I just know that it's delicious and delicious.

But even “delicious and delicious food”, black flint doesn't know what it's like. Since the birth of the game, all the things black flint has eaten, at most, barely fill the stomach, and “delicious and delicious” definitely can't match.

Somehow, in the last spark of sparks in the black flame brain, a luminous roasted chicken burst out of nowhere.

That's what he saw in the illusion, the big village of the people.

It was a big, big, big, big village, big enough that the black flint didn't know how to describe it, other details in the big village, he had long forgotten a fine light, only this one in the iron stove was finely baked, appeared crispy, sparkling, constantly bubbling, dripping oil of roasted chicken, deeply engraved on his cerebral cortex, even the sound of chicken oil dripping on the charcoal, he remembered clearly.

After every tough night in the barracks, thinking about the mother-in-law and the two kids, the black flint just figured out what it really tasted like to burn a chicken?

Is it as soft as a bitter herbivore or as crisp as a red fern root?

Of course, black flint has seen chickens and caught chickens, but it has never been worth eating. That's very valuable stuff.

Besides, the master won't let them eat it. The master said that the cattle are born to eat grass. At least the black cattle should eat grass, and at most get a little insect to solve the problem, which is the ancestral rule.

If he eats big fish meat and breaks the rules of his ancestors, he will not be able to go to the Palace of Heavenly Demons after he dies. Not only will he not be able to go, but his mothers and children will not be able to go.

“I wonder if there are roasted chickens in the glorious Hall of the Horn? Where the ‘big fish meat' is supposed to be allowed by the ancestors? ”

Black Firestone thought nonsense and ran off with his hooves open.

Without carrying too much weapons and armor on their bodies, they were tasked with striking all ethnic posts, strongholds and fortifications within sight as soon as they crossed into the realm of the heavens, clearing all obstacles or blocking all possible fire points for the successor forces of the Allied Coalition.

The black flint thrived and ran fast, and the burning sensation of the brain bear boiled his blood, as if it had been plugged into his wings and his soul had learned to disengage itself from this clumsy and ugly shell.

He thought of the oily roasted chicken, more and more vigorous, like a roaring wind, quickly surpassed all his companions, surpassed the "lack of ears”, and rushed to the first national outpost guarded by a dozen crystal magnets.

There was a blurry smile on the black flint's face, shaking his tail three times towards "lack of ears," in revenge for the mockery this guy had just made of himself.

“Lack of ears” is always like this, soft hands and feet, can't run away from him every time, white grew good meat, no wonder the woman followed herself, not "Lack of ears” a bigger guy.

“If I really go to the Hall of Heaven and see the roasted chicken, I must get half of the chickens and sons back to taste it! ”

Blackflame frowned and with few remaining active brain cells, seriously considered how to steal the roasted chicken from the Pandemons' Palace.

He's so grown up, he's never stolen anything!

On the crystal magnet of the people's outpost in front, a dao shea is a beautiful light, brilliant and colorful, just like the "glorious Hall of All Demons” he saw in the cloud.

“Strange, how could the Pandemons be in people's cannons? ”

Black flame stone wondered, suddenly found himself flying high, with a sticky, wet mouth, yet another sour smell.

“Is that what roasted chicken tastes like? ”

The black flint is struggling to turn its tongue again and taste this incredible flavor.

He straightened his arms, waving in the void, trying to cover the spray, fat roasted chicken.

Opposite the people's outpost.

With a beard full of beard, a red fluttering garlic nose, like a drunken sentry all day, watching the light on the screen keep increasing, dense numbness red dot, “Pfft”, a mouthful of sputum poured to the ground, beeping:

“It's fucking bad luck. ”

Since the Battle of Dawn, the towns and military bases of the Federation in the wilderness have almost been destroyed and have been unable to sustain a long supply line and build larger war bases north of the wilderness.

The Federation is now adopting a turtle defense strategy that brings most of the elite to the brink of the southern Great Wilderness, while devoting more resources to building new all-crystal armored squadrons.

In the vast wilderness of the northern part of the wilderness, only a few posts are laid out in a sparse and lazy manner.

Rather than relying on these outposts to defend against the demons, they are asked to send an alert the first time when the demon army arrives and to initially detect the demons' falsehood.

The Federation forces stationed at these posts are well aware of their responsibilities and their fate once the demons arrive.

But this is war, and the divine powers of the Starlight Federation have not yet been reached. It can refine a magic treasure, completely replacing the sentry in a wilderness of great complexity in the magnetic and spiritual environment.

The only thing the Federal Army can do is to keep the tasks of each sentry as short as possible and replace a group of sentries every seven days.

Each sentry, if he holds on for seven days, will receive a long month's leave to return home and reunite his family.

The sentry has been on hold for seven and a half days.

To replace his sentry, he encountered a thunderstorm area halfway along the way, the carrier was struck by lightning and was undergoing emergency repairs, and he could only stay here for one more day.

Who knows!

The sentry was shaking, ten fingers were dancing, he was a big five rough guy, but like a bullied child, he cried in agony.

“Fuck!”

The sentry cried and said, "Fuck! Fuck! ”

While the sentry was crying, he put a sedative in his neck, picked up a cigarette, then opened his crystal brain and quickly entered everything he had observed.

As a string of data and images became a spiritual wave to the rear, the sentry relieved a little and found the snot flowing onto his lips.

The sentry wiped away tears and snot with its dirty cuffs, pulling its own personal crystal brain out of its arms, like touching the world's most precious gems, sparking a light.

This is at the forefront of the wilderness. The magnetic environment is too complex to communicate directly with the Federation's hinterland. The Federation has its own rules. Soldiers can carry private crystal brains without allowing access to the Spirit Network.

What he inspired was just a 3D photo stored in it.

In the photograph is a woman with scalding hair, a slightly fat figure, a smile, and a boy with two tiger heads.

The older boy also squeezed his eyebrows at him and made a strange appearance.

The sentry laughed and suddenly remembered that he and his wife had said they had quit smoking, his hands and feet choked off the cigarette butt, and then picked his teeth with his tongue. This made Mao Zazha's big mouth, towards the illusory blue light, and gently kissed him up, turning the blue light into a finely shattered rubble.

The sentry placed the end of the crystal brain right next to it and turned around to copy a crystal magnet.

This fixed cannon can be manipulated by the control brain in the outpost, as long as he sits in front of the light screen and monitors it.

Nevertheless, the sentry fired one of the crystal magnets, disarming the automatic fire and converting it to manual manipulation.

Normally, a crystal magnet requires three soldiers to operate it manually.

Instead, the sentry bit his teeth to death, exhausted his strength and smashed the Jingyuan box into the magazine one by one.

“Buzz, buzz! ”

The three tracks of the crystal magnet wrapped around an arc that spread over his arms, tearing apart his skin, nerves and flesh!

The sentry's tears turned red. He finally glanced at the thin ripples on the screen, took a deep breath, put his head together to the aim of the crystal magnet, squeezed his left eye, and locked the demon clan in front of him firmly.

That's a crazy brute bull.

He ran so fast that all around him penetrated a single bead of blood, evaporated by hot gas and turned into a faint mist of blood, making his vast figure even more ugly.

The mad cow grinned, almost bursting out of the orbit of the cow's eyes filled with fierce light, the corner of his mouth flowed with a pale yellow saliva, a hungry look.

It is perfectly conceivable for sentries to see a demon coming into town.

The sentry blurred with flesh and blood, barely revealing his bone fingers, rubbing the exciter array of crystal magnetic cannons, muttering: "Come on, you bastard! ”