40,000 Years of Cultivation

Looking far away, Li Yao and Long Yangjun saw a honeycomb-like rock wall on the southwest side of the big iron factory. There were three or four caves spewing out like a volcanic eruption with fire snakes. The fire snakes appeared incomparably mysterious. The deep purple, condensed in mid-air into various ugly and hideous appearances, and was torn to pieces by the air purification system, as if countless incomplete souls enveloped the entire underground space.

The air purification system was overloaded and squeezed by the flames, just like the screaming of a ghost.

At the same time, a third and more violent explosion sounded.

This time, Li Yao and Long Yangjun sensed the overlapping waves of psychic energy at the same time, and shot out from the depths of the mine, as if they were about to completely open the entire rock formation.

Even after being filled with ore, mine carts weighing dozens of tons were lifted up, and after dozens of rolls in mid-air, they fell heavily, but they were burned into a mass of black scrap iron.

The intensity of the explosion is evident!

In the living area, there were countless old and weak women and children crying and crying, but they were neatly organized, all concentrated in a shanty town-in order to facilitate the workers to go to get off work, the pattern of the living area, the workers in a certain factory or a mining field The family members all lived together, but it was these family members who discovered that the mine where their pillars of work had exploded, and suddenly lost their souls.

Xu Zhicheng stared at the burning mine, as if he had fallen into an extremely cold ice cave, and suddenly lost his soul.

His eyes were extremely hollow, and his body was instantly drenched with sweat. It was not like a reaction to seeing an explosion in an ordinary mine, but rather like a violent explosion in the depths of his chest.

Especially when he saw countless extremely high-temperature and high-pressure-resistant psychic puppets for firefighting and extinguishing, one after another went deep into the mine with flames, he was even more desperate and desperate.

The mine explosion is not a joke. If the response is not effective, it will even lead to the collapse of the entire mining area, and the entire large iron factory will be destroyed.

Therefore, even if Li Minghui is so caressing about the iron cock, he has to spend a lot of money to purchase a fully automated fire fighting puppet, as well as a spar chariot modified from a special fire-resistant ceramic armored burrowing vehicle. , With ultra-high compression coolant and liquid metal alloy tanks towed behind, specifically to deal with this situation.

At this moment, not only a large number of puppets dedicated to firefighting have rushed in, but even the cultivators deployed in the upper rest area also drove the drill truck into the most dangerous mine tunnel to prevent the spread of fire and collapse-this seems to be Xu Zhicheng The reason for the restlessness.

Li Yao inspected his words and looks, and he knew at a glance that there was something in his heart for this great protector.

Sure enough, a few dark-faced miners soon crawled into the depths of the living quarters. Even after practicing for several years, "Wang You Jue" could not suppress the panic on the face, or even care about it. Yangjun bowed to the dragon and shouted loudly: "It’s not good, the guardian, there was an explosion in mine No. 37, which spread to the abandoned mine behind. Half of us, what we were hiding there, exploded, and the other Half of them were discovered by the cultivators!"

Xu Zhicheng's figure shook, and his face instantly turned pale.

Li Yao was quick with his eyes and hands, and he held him back, and a soft psychic energy was poured into him, then he stabilized his mind and listened to him with a bitter expression on his face.

It turned out that Wuyoujiao used long-abandoned mines and tunnels to conceal weapons and magic weapons for tomorrow’s uprising. A large number of spar bombs were placed behind mine No. 37. It was originally planned to be distributed to everybody this evening. In the hands of a soldier.

These spar bombs were made crudely by the workers themselves, and the stability and heat resistance were naturally close to zero. No one thought that the previous No. 37 mine would explode-the first explosion was actually a trivial matter, but it triggered a wall. The spar bomb caused a series of explosions, making the situation out of control!

"The Great Guardian, so many psychic puppets and immortal cultivators have already rushed in, and they will definitely find the spar bomb that has not yet exploded!"

Several worry-free believers who rushed to report shouted, "Even if all spar bombs explode, the color of the flame and the impurities in the air are different from ordinary poisonous gas explosions. Those psychic puppets will definitely be able to detect it. Immortal cultivators will also be able to detect it. Can be felt instantly!

"There is no way to explain the existence of so many spar bombs, we have already exposed!

"What to do, Great Guardian, we have been exposed. The immortal cultivator already knows what we are going to do, so let's give the order!

"Yeah, Dafa protector, hurry up and give the order, it will be too late if you drag it on!"

Before the words fell, several explosions came from the burning mining area, but this time it was not a loud noise in the depths of the mine, but rather like the sound of spar bombs exploding in the sky, sometimes mixed with light guns. Sound, there seems to be a small-scale refutation.

"not good!"

The worries-free cultists changed their expressions and exclaimed, "It must be the immortal cultivator who wants to go around the mines next door, but our materials are hidden in the depths of these mines. The brother who guards the materials...has been Let's work with the cultivator!"

This is the end of the matter, no matter how hard it is to be good.

Xu Zhicheng's lips trembled for a long time, then he uttered a long roar to the sky: "... God's will!"

When he cast his gaze on Li Yao again, his eyes became firm and cold again. He gritted his teeth and said: "Friend Li Dao, the situation is like this now. We understand your kindness, but there is no time for us to'slowly figure it out'. We have been exposed. Are you going to stop us?"

Li Yao witnessed the extremely chaotic situation in the big iron factory, staring at the demon fire dancing in the sky, and couldn't say a word for a long time.

I thought that I had tried my best to convince Wuyoujiao's great protector, but I didn't expect that the situation would take a turn for the worse because of a small explosion!

Is there such a **** thing that kills a thousand swords like "God's Will"?

Seeing that he was silent and speechless, Xu Zhicheng had no time to hesitate, and finally stared at Long Yangjun deeply.

Long Yangjun smiled bitterly and shook his head slightly, not knowing whether he was laughing at himself or at Li Yao, and took a step back to make way for Xu Zhicheng.

"Tell the guardians of all roads that the situation has changed. We can't wait for tomorrow. Now we will mobilize all the horses, start up according to the scheduled plan, occupy the geothermal energy factory, and will be'free of fear, carefree, and eternal peace' The avenue runs through every piece of space and every gap in the ground!"

Xu Zhicheng waved his hand murderously, "We have nothing, nothing to lose, so that all brothers and sisters do not have to fear the sword of the cultivator-this sword will only send us ten thousand times better than here, eternally peaceful. , The real hometown!"

Surrounded by several worry-free followers, Xu Zhicheng left the cave without looking back, and plunged into the wave of flames and swirling darkness.

Soon, all the factories in the big iron factory sounded sharp and piercing siren, repeating in a very regular rhythm in accordance with the rhythm of three long and two short.

The whistle is the battle cry of the workers.

In every factory, every mine, and every living area, there are countless people wearing eye masks and masks. They seem to have no personality. They are submissive. People who are humble like ants straighten up their waists, raise their heads, and draw one from the secret place. The sword with a simple handle rushed to the psionic puppet overseer closest to him, using his flesh and blood to contend with steel.

He is also strong and strong, clad in heavy armor, with bundles of crude spar bombs wrapped around his waist, screaming at the few immortal cultivators, trying to die together with the immortal cultivators-extremely sensitive to perception For the cultivators of immortality, such an attack is naturally futile and even ridiculous, but when "Wang You Jue" is run to its limit, the worry-free cultists who are already fearless of life and death are endless and continue to follow.

This may be the only way they can cause harm to the cultivators.

Even if it's just using his own blood, the cultivator can smash his head and cover his face.

Even if emotions and desires are really annihilated, their blood is still hot!

The air is like a pot of boiling hot porridge, and it is like a brainwave arbitrarily flowing across the vast ocean. The brainwaves of thousands of people from the earth converge together and oscillate five words: "Kill the cultivator!"

Mess, noisy, no rules, incomparably blindly worry-free, and start irreversibly!

Li Yao stared at the burning big iron factory in front of him, and watched countless underground people clinging to the simplest weapons, rushing to the heavily armed battle puppets and immortals, his body seemed to have become two halves of frost and flame, half furious. , Half want to cry without tears.

The explosion in the mine seemed to be accidental.

But these worry-free believers are not real fighters at all. They are just desperate workers, farmers and their families, as well as thousands of poor people who have been bullied, insulted, and squeezed. Their haste uprising is such a mess. The beginning is another necessity.

Just like, they are bound to fail!

"You know, for a moment, I even had to be persuaded by you."

There is no sadness or joy on Long Yangjun's face illuminated by the flames, really like an indifferent bystander, quietly said, "But the result is still the same, you can't stop anything, you can't change anything, can you?

"However, this vigorous riot can at least verify my point of view from one side. Perhaps this is how the original Saint Allies came from?"

Li Yao's eyes solidified for a long time before turning to Long Yangjun arduously: "What did you say?"

"Nothing, I just want to ask you a question-are the immortal cultivators and the holy ally, really incompatibility enemies? Are the true human empire and the covenant alliance really incompatible?"

Long Yangjun sighed and said lightly, "Or, on a certain level, they are basically two sides of a coin, a deformed Siamese baby, an inseparable double-headed snake?"

Li Yao's eyes turned, turning faster and faster.