Chapter 572

When 09 trumpet Zhang Yang successfully ignited the fire of the ancient witches, Zhang Yang, who was in the sword fairy world, also woke up from meditation (sleeping) at the same time.

"Why? Why do I suddenly have a feeling of falling into the pit and suffering from the disaster of blood? Is it someone who is pitching me? "

Make it public, talk to yourself, and then pinch your fingers. It's a fart. It's the old rule. Zhenling shakes 300 times. First, it's comprehensive, from the inside to the outside, and then it's disinfection from the outside to the inside. Boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom boom

Ten minutes later, Zhang Yang stood in front of the world tree in a state of unprecedented good.

"Tut, what kind of cat and dog want to come to my place to make a big profit, Uncle Zhang is so easy -"

before I finish my words, his eyes are more round than oranges, grass! What the hell? Again?

At this moment, his passivated true spirit particles suddenly disperse, and a thin gray line like spider silk in the void is crossing directly from the unknown void, and is about to wind on his body.

The grey silk is really invisible, colorless and barrier free. Even Taoyao's ten eyes of heaven's secrets have not been monitored, let alone Li Guohuai's Tianshu hall. The thirty-five boundary of heaven and earth is like a void in front of the grey line.

If he had not publicized the fact that he is now a rich man with 88 units of chaos, the ancient black and white rule, he would not even have found this thing.

"I'm just sitting at home. The trouble comes from heaven. Who's setting me up? Ah, isn't it a trumpet? " Zhang Yang is very suspicious, because although he has passivated Zhenling and can no longer split the trumpet and drag the corpse forward, he has made a lot of trumpets before that. Moreover, these trumpets grow savagely on their own, so he doesn't have to worry about them at all. There are 14 trumpets that need his attention, so he can't figure them out for a moment Where does the pit come from?

"No matter, since it's a pit jumping, let's have a whole wave first. I'm still the first subject in those years. You trumpets have to wait if you want to be in the top position."

Zhang Yang, with a smile, grabs his little cousin as a coolie without saying a word. Alas, young people, they have to practice more.

A few seconds later, Mu Shaoan's figure appeared and complained.

"As for Lao Zhang, you also use the heaven and earth Junling. I'm studying the critical moment of Kendo rule 4.0 now. I'll tell you that if you lose your inspiration, you can't afford to pay for it - I'll do it, cousin. What are you doing? Why do you always do this! I think you are the king of barbarians. If you get it, can't I abdicate and give up my position? "

Mu Shao'an screamed because he had already seen the seemingly ordinary gray line, and he was scared to jump 30 meters.

"Don't be so fussy. You think I'd like to. I was sitting at home, eating hot pot and singing. Who knows that this thing fell down. I'm still wronged! Do something about it

Zhang Yang stood there and said he was worried. He took out two chilled watermelons and chewed them.

Mu Shaoan sighed. He can be sure that he must have committed many evils in his last and next life, and the way of heaven is not allowed. Then he spread out such a shameless cousin. Pity him for being so kind, pure and handsome. He is going to be arrested.

"Cousin, to tell you the truth, you know the third generation insecticide, right? That's the important target of the third generation insecticide reference. As for the legendary god of plague's saliva, I don't know why it is God of plague's saliva. I won't and can't tell you the reason. In general, the power of this insecticide is almost one tenth of that of the third generation insecticide If you do well in one, you'll be finished with all your belongings. Well, you'd better take care of yourself. I'm busy. "

After grabbing a piece of iced watermelon from Zhang Yang, Mu Shaoan leaves in a hurry. He is a serious worker, so he won't be lazy like someone else.

"Pestilence's saliva?"

Zhang Yang is thoughtful and doesn't care about Mu Shaoan's leaving. He originally asked the boy to see if the grey line is the third generation insecticide. If it is, he immediately packs his bags and turns around. If not, he has to be ready to run.

Of course, you have to do a few moves before you run.

When I moved, the Star River mark of the guardian of probation time appeared in front of me, and the number on it was the same as before, year, day, hour, minute and second - 24:24:24:24:18:0.

"I want to exchange all the information about God of plague's saliva."

With the fall of Zhang Yang's voice, the Star River mark quickly rotated. In an instant, an answer appeared, and then he was directly deducted for three minutes. Zhang Yang was really shivering with pain, but it also showed how powerful the God of plague's saliva was.

"If it goes on like this, I have to take the initiative to find a job. I don't want to be eliminated in a million years."

With a sigh, Zhang Yang points to the complete information provided by time.

This message is not written, nor is it an image, nor is it a picture. It's very strange. If you only use your eyes to see and ears to listen, you will never get the answer. So you have to use the real spirit to sense. And at the beginning of the message, you have to warn that you must have more than five leaves of real spirit to try to sense.Zhang Yang is naturally a five leaf Zhenling now, and because he has been passivated halfway, he doesn't know the upper limit of his defense ability. Anyway, referring to Mu Xiaogui, he thinks he can also resist the third generation insecticide. Then, after three days, after using Zhenling to induce Zhang Yang to cry, he kneels on the ground and vomits for a while, and the liquid vomits on this day In an instant, the earth turned into a terrible monster, as if something terrible was coming.

"Draftsman!"

Twelve black-and-white chessmen whirled down and crushed all the treacherous things on the spot. There was no residue left.

Finally, Zhang Yang was lying on the ground with a lingering fear, and his whole body was dull. No, he was old, a feeling of recovering from a serious illness and struggling out of the death line.

It was an hour before he finally had the strength to yell.

"I'll wipe it. How can there be such an evil and unexplained son of a bitch in this world?"

The saliva of the God of plague has nothing to do with the God of plague, but in fact it is several million times more powerful than the God of plague.

This is not a specific creature at all. It exists purely for the purpose of disgusting people. No, no, no, even the information provided by the long river of time has no specific source. We can only make sure that this thing is a paste, not very big, but very huge. If we use the grid (10000 kilometers of length, width and height) as the unit, the total volume is about 10 The ninetieth power, ah, call me together. I can't imagine how big this is! (after all, someone doesn't know how big it is)

in a word, it's terrible. Can you imagine a super big, sticky sputum coming to you steadily?

But you can't hide it.

"So the truth is like this, someone is digging me, activating a certain force, and then leads to the sensation of the God of pestilence's saliva, and then the God of pestilence's saliva will lock me in a straight line, so this mouthful of sticky phlegm flies to me, and this gray line is the positioning device of the God of pestilence's saliva."

"Uncle, don't let me catch you son of a bitch

Zhang Yang was so angry that he almost scratched his ears and could do nothing. At this time, the reply he sent three days ago for all trumpets to report his work finally arrived. It took him only three seconds to find the place where the problem broke out.

"09 small? Ah, brother, you've done us a lot of harm this time. What do you say you don't have to activate the ancient witch fire for? Do you want me to cut Ma Su with tears! Well, wait a minute. Can the saliva of the God of plague actually melt through the boundary of the ancient god's game? "

Zhang Yang blinks his eyes and suddenly feels that this is a huge opportunity.

Think about it.

They are now trapped in the ancient god's game barrier. It's easy for them to escape. The boat of death can break through by force, but in this way they have to give up their hard won family background.

That's why he sent trumpets to try to find a way out.

But now, the saliva of the God of plague can definitely break through the border, so now we only need to do two things.

First, throw out the guiding coordinates of this grey line, at least to the criminal.

Second, in any case, before the arrival of the God of plague's saliva, we should finish Kendo rule 4.0. Only in this way, and then we can merge the imperial sword of ten million Mahayana swords, just like the engine, can we jump out of this event vortex at the fastest speed!

Oh, I'm as smart as I am. It's hopeless and suffocating.

find out the truth, then it's easy.

Based on the particularity of pestilence's saliva, Zhang Yang immediately made three inferences.

First of all, the ancient witches must have something to do with the saliva of the God of pestilence. Either they made it, or they were all trapped in it. This explains why the criminal people want to wander in the fourth sequence and then change their names. Even their core talents are blocked.

Secondly, it can not be ruled out that the criminal people deliberately jumped into the game trap of this ancient god, because for them, the saliva of the God of plague is like a nightmare, lingering in their blood genes, and it is uncertain when all the death will break out.

However, in the game of ancient gods, they can survive. Maybe they want to use the power of ancient gods to fight against the saliva of pestilence?

It's very possible. Otherwise, it's impossible to explain why the heaven and earth of the Xing clan will collapse so fast. Maybe it's their intention. Even if they don't have their own trumpet to light the witch fire today, the Xing clan will certainly light the witch fire themselves.

Third, the God of pestilence's saliva is mostly related to time waste, so it is very likely that there will be a task of guarding the river of time. He has to make a plan early. If he can make a wave, it's better to make a wave. After all, the number of time is very important.

"Therefore, I have to seize the time to process more chaos black-and-white ancient rules. At the same time, I have to increase the investment in 09 trumpet, so that he can move the hatred value of the gray line to ridicule the past. Otherwise, it always falls on me and says, are you really punishable?"

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