Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The images presented in front of the acting captain of the Firefly were collected by the lens eyes mounted in the various compartments inside the starship, as well as by the array of detectors mounted on the immortal armor.

However, even if the number of lens eyes and probe arrays he could control increased tenfold, it would be difficult to see exactly what the Red Lotus Team was.

Because the Red Lotus team is really fast.

Especially in the raid on Blackstone Prison, apart from the three Red Lotus fighters who initially slowed down to the defensive line, leaving a fairly clear appearance, no one else has ever appeared under the lens, like an unobtrusive prophet, knowing where all the lenses are distributed!

Even the three of them... when the explosion sounded, they suddenly started, turning into a shadow of ghosts, an unstoppable flash, a string of white mists that broke through the sound barrier, remnants of the retina and the lens eye!

No matter how Ding Zhengyang opened his eyes, the turbulent spirit could almost burst his eyeballs. He could only see the fairies loyal to him make a series of screams, like hand-dancing puppets, fighting the invisible demons, suddenly throwing them out high, suddenly breaking their muscles, paralyzing the ground, suddenly, somehow, they were cut off by one knife and two. The crystalline armor called "King of Pharaoh” was like a tofu, the cross section was even flatter than the mirror!

One of the screens presented an incredible image, leaving Ding Zhengyang extremely impressed.

In this scene, the fairy faithful to him seems to have captured the figure of one of them. The crystalline magnet, hundreds of meters apart from the three doors, adjusted its angle at the same time. The red lotus warrior, who appeared to be a dwarf, was all pointed at. The long-standing magnetic track cracked, and an arc was deeply pressed like a spring. The spiritual magnetic bullet at the end of the track could not wait to whistle.

However, the image suddenly flashed, the bald dwarf waved carelessly, as if he had fought an arrears or driven away a few flies...

Three crystalline magnetic cannons over a hundred meters apart break the track simultaneously - not slanted, but impartial, like vertically split sugar cane from head to tail, cut into two sections!

Boom!

The raging spirit like the flood levee can suddenly spill out of control, like three maddening giant pythons, wrapping the turret to death, instantly turning into three expanding spherical lightning, with the inner Ding Zhengyang before easily converting to the immortal gunner, even the scream can not be sent out, the ash smoke extinguished, only the finely broken bone slag left!

“Well, what kind of sword is this, cosmic, how could there be such a horrible sword! ”

Even if this bald-headed dwarf was the invincible power to eject God's realm and bomb three artillery turrets, Ding Zhengyang would not be so surprised, because it was still at least within his cognitive range.

But he is absolutely certain that from the volatile spiritual energy fluctuations around this bald-headed dwarf, he can only show the cultivation of the peak of the Khmer period, relying solely on the “sword method” rather than the "spiritual energy” to do it all!

Ding Zhengyang's ability to experience and understand all the ways of cultivation has all collapsed.

His ambitions also collapsed in an instant.

“Where exactly did this bald dwarf come from? Too, too, too exaggerated! ”

The explosions and riots deep inside Blackstone are slowly subsiding.

But from outside the prison, the platoon fell on its knees, and the soldiers who surrendered their weapons, it was hard to believe that Ding Zhengyang was optimistic enough to believe that the Red Lotus fighters who invaded the prison were all destroyed.

And in another light...

Ding Zhengyang saw that Speaker Choi Lingfeng, who should have died a long time ago, was walking all the way to the third military school under the escort of another man with messy hair and seemingly flat, wearing a volume-producing basebone armor.

The man in the basebone armor was born and didn't seem as sharp as the bald dwarf in front of Blackstone Prison.

Ding Zhengyang did not see him do it because he had no need to do it at all - he and Speaker Choi gathered a large number of grassroots soldiers, these original group of dragonless and disoriented soldiers, who did not know what kind of soup this man ate, under his leadership, showed a hundred times more courage and courage!

They were like lava, like red lotus, like a steel flood rolling forward, clustered with Speaker Choi, and rushed unstoppably into the third military school!

Ding Zhengyang's last glimmer of hope was dashed when the mysterious man lifted Speaker Choi to the banner platform to snap his arms, led many grass-roots soldiers to storm the arsenal, removed a large number of offensive treasures, and armed thousands of scholars.

For a moment, he even hoped it was a very bad trick —— could it be that the enemy hacked into their master crystal brain and played a pre-recorded fake video, and all the images were virtual, synthetic, and it wasn't that bad at all?

However, a wave of panicked screams, hoarseness and six-godless calls for help on the secret communication channel quickly dragged Ding Zhengyang back to the cruel reality.

Big bridge, extremely low pressure, everyone is whispering, creating calm before the storm.

Though Ding Zhengyang designed to send former captain Tang Ding far into prison and took control of the highest command on the bridge, there were hundreds of royalists, navigators, communications officers and other staff who operated the Firefly on the bridge, no matter how painstakingly he placed and bewitched them, only one fifth of them were his party feathers, 80% of whom knew nothing about everything.

In the name of Cheng Xuanxing, he had just conveyed to them the message that "the immortals had started a rebellion, threatening the life of the Speaker, and the Firefly was in the most critical condition”, which they believed.

But now, Ding Zhengyang blocks the most images transmitted by the crystalline eyes, but it is impossible to isolate the bridge and all information exchanged from the outside world. They will soon be suspicious!

“What should I do?”

Ding Zhengyang saw many of his party feathers. He was acting as a thief. His face was pale and he looked at him frequently.

He nodded calmly at his men, indicating that everything was under control, trying to control his nerves and muscles, walking through his legs and into the captain's chamber at the deepest end of the bridge.

Heavy closing the hatch door, his hands immediately began to shake uncontrollably, even removing a secret crystal brain from the Qian Kun ring and activating a top-secret line of communication, repeated four times to barely succeed.

A very distorted, dark curtain filled with ripples and snowflakes gradually brightened up.

The ripples, snowflakes and ripples slowly congealed into a face, a gaze, a frown, as if to always meditate on the face of misery.

The owner of this face should still be young, but his stranded hair is white, about his brain is a life-eating beast, sucking his flesh and energy constantly!

“Didn't I tell you not to use this secret route until you had to? ”

The person in the picture with white hair, the face has no expression, blaming lightly.

“Lu Zhenren! ”

Ding Zhengyang took a long sigh of relief, and even said, "This is the ‘must do' situation, we have been exposed, failed, it's over! ”

“Oh?”

If there is a slight surprise in Lu Zhenren's heart, then he definitely did not show a star and a half on his face. He still has a pale mouth like water. "Don't worry, speak slowly, and explain the consequences. ”

“How could it not be in such a hurry? It's a safe plan, but it doesn't count as the Speaker. He's hiding a secret armor at the bottom of the chest, goddamn Red Lotus Squad! ”

Ding Zhengyang bit his teeth, his face twisted, picking the focus and flying the whole thing over again. Finally, he begged, “Lu Zhenren, what should we do now? Can we only retreat to the Dragonsnake Star? ”

“Let me think. ”

Lu Zhenren listened carefully. He kept a fairly focused expression from beginning to end. Until this moment, he was still not busy. He held his forehead for a moment and raised his eyelids slightly. He stared deeply at Ding Zhengyang.

Ding Zhengyang was impatient: “Lu Zhenren, is there a way? ”

“Got it.”

Lu Zhenren nodded, faintly, “Martyrdom. ”

“Ah?”

Ding Zhengyang slightly flashed and did not react: “What, what? ”

“Martyr! ”

Lu Zhenren's head enlarged, seemed to have approached the crystalline eyes, deeply depressed eyes revealed the light of photographing the soul, his face seriously said, “The situation of the Firefly is irreparable, the key is not to reach the Daoists hidden in the dragonsnake star and inside the Federation, so only the master can break his wrist! Martyr, Ding Daoyou, gather all the people on the ship who know the secret. Kill Chengren together and bloody repair Fairy Avenue! ”

“Are you kidding me? ”

Ding Zhengyang stared and stuttered. "This is not what we started to say! ”

“The situation is also different from what we started to predict. The Secret Sword Bureau and the Dark Moon Foundation are watching us very closely. Several underground rudder divisions in the Dragon Snake Star are in danger of exposing us, and it is impossible to risk taking any more chances to get you there. ”

Lu Zhenhua said, “If you step onto the Avenue of the Immortals, you will be on a thorny path of snake scorpions and tiger wolves everywhere, ready to sacrifice my little one for the sake of the whole civilization! Ding Daoyou, are you afraid of dying? Not even prepared to martyr, but a true fairy practitioner! ”

Ding Zhengyang was right. One face suddenly suffocated red and became miserable again: “Me, me, me--”

“Turns out you're really afraid of dying. ”

Lu Zhenman's eyebrows gradually wrapped up, like slowly opening the third eye of his eyebrows, letting out a harsh light, “Humph, Lu Xi thought you were a true fairy fixer, just wasted so much time on you, cut the avenue with you, help you develop your friends, help you achieve great things! I didn't expect you to be just a shameless man who is greedy, afraid to die, selfish, and wants to use 'Fairy Avenue' for his own good!

What kind of filthy little man like you who defiles Fairy Avenue is entitled to shake his tail and beg for refuge in front of Lu? Different ways are not mutually beneficial. The stars and oceans are vast and the avenues are vast. Let's leave each other alone and go our separate ways! ”

“No, no, no! ”

Ding Zhengyang panicked completely, like being strangled by an invisible iron hand, lowered his voice and begged, “Lu Daoyang, I am a true fairy fixer, of course I am a true fairy fixer! I am faithful and absolutely faithful to Fixing Fairy Avenue! Believe me, believe me! ”

“Well, I'll trust you again. ”

Lu Zhenren measured him up and down, revealing a slight smile, "Since you are a true fairy fixer, prove it - martyrdom! ”

“Bang!”

Lu Zhenren unilaterally cut off the communication, the light screen turned into a dark abyss. No matter how Ding Zhengyang called, there was no answer.