40,000 Years of Cultivation

When Thangka closed the door of the supermarket from the outside, he felt like he had made a big mistake.

He didn’t know if he was unfaithful to the Supreme Guru and Pangu, but the squad leader told him that it was not. The squad leader said that if he finds the fault of the Supreme Guru, he does not tell the Supreme Guru—that’s it. It is true infidelity, even a crime against the "sacred cause".

Thangka didn't know whether he should believe in the squad leader or the supreme master. In his mind, both of them are indisputable and must be absolutely obeyed.

Therefore, Thangka still followed the squad leader obediently, as always, like a small tail, and returned to the meeting place.

However, just after returning to the meeting place, he ran into another guy that he didn't want to face very much, the deputy squad leader "Liao Meng".

Liao Meng is a tall, muscular boy, two heads taller than Thangka, that is, one head taller than the squad leader.

He has dark skin, a sturdy back, and his blood vessels protrude all the time, demonstrating explosive power.

And he never concealed the existence of this power, almost every time he said a word, he had to wave his fist, and the ripe pimples on his face seemed to burst at any time.

Liao Meng didn't like Thangka.

Although I don’t know why and never show it straightforwardly, Thangka knows that Liao Meng dislikes himself very much, especially when he follows Chu Zhiyun’s buttocks, or avoids everyone with Chu Zhiyun and gets along alone. when.

At that time, Liao Meng looked at him like a tiger looking at a shivering sheep.

And Thangka didn't like Liao Meng either.

Yes, he knew he shouldn’t "dislike" anyone, but he just couldn’t do it. Every time Liao Meng stared at the monitor, he would raise an unnamed anger from the bottom of his heart. The feeling of being eroded by the demon, completely demonized.

"Where did you go?"

Liao Meng waved a thick flamethrower and stopped between Chu Zhiyun and Thangka, separating the two with cold steel. He stared at Thangka and said coldly, "There is not your mission area. "

"I asked him to help."

Before Thangka could answer, Chu Zhiyun carried the Thangka behind him, "I found a large-scale supermarket. I need people to identify the dangerous goods inside."

"supermarket?"

Liao Meng narrowed his eyes, "Why don't you ask me for help? I'm the deputy monitor."

"You are identifying the materials in the library and the bookstore. The task is also very important."

Chu Zhiyun insisted, "I am the monitor, and I can assign everyone's purification tasks at will. I think Thangka is suitable for supermarkets. Is there a problem?"

Liao Meng was silent, rubbing his hands holding the flamethrower and rubbing the flamethrower squeaky.

"Your emotional ups and downs are very strong, and you are...angry."

Chu Zhiyun suddenly said, "Why?"

"I do not have."

Liao Meng took a deep breath and walked away, "I am calm, just want to know why Thangka classmate changed the task, nothing more."

"Now that you know, it's all right?"

Chu Zhiyun stared at Liao Meng's black and red face, aggressively.

"Yes, it's all right."

Liao Meng walked away without looking back.

"Don't be afraid of him, he is not good at managing his emotions than you."

Chu Zhiyun watched Liao Meng go further and further, and then he approached Thangka’s ear, “Sooner or later, this guy will be possessed by the demon, completely out of control, kicking out the'Holy Light Academy', let alone becoming'purification'. Who's up."

The teenagers worked from dawn to dusk until night fell, and the ruins lacking system lighting were all black. They ended the first day of purification test, brought a lot of precious trophies, returned the same way, and returned to the camp set in the outskirts of the city. .

In a big city, of course, not only do they carry out purification in a class of 20 or 30 people, but there are dozens of classes, thousands of "quasi-purifiers" separate different areas, and at the same time march toward the city center from all around.

At this moment, thousands of "quasi-purifiers" returned to the camp at the same time to count the day's purification results and recovered heaven, material and earth treasures, and accept the inspection and guidance of the instructor. There is also a real purification unit stationed not far away. The ranks of people are mighty, so lively.

Thangka followed Chu Zhiyun, and the second one counted the trophies from the instructor, and scanned the mood swings recorded by the crystal brain with him throughout the day.

He originally thought that if he touched the "warning line" twice in a day, he would be reprimanded by his instructor, at least he would be asked what was going on.

Who knew that the instructor just stared at him with cold eyes for a while, then waved to let him go. There was no intention to pursue him, and of course he didn't "expulse him from the examination room".

Tangka breathed a sigh of relief and helped Chu Zhiyun fiddle with the portable holy light generator.

This planet has just been attacked by them, and a fixed temple has not yet been established, so they can only rely on the Holy Light Generator to carry out the daily necessary cultivation.

In a short while, all thirty-three students in the class completed the scan and sat down together around the holy light generator.

"Buzzing..."

The holy light generator made a slight sound, and a creamy white holy light surged out like a fountain, spreading slowly, wrapping up all the students like a tent.

Thangka felt that he was immersed in a sea of ​​purity, tranquility, holiness and softness. His soul resonated with the souls of the other thirty-two classmates. In the resonance, he seemed to hear the voices of the Supreme Master and the Great God Pangu. This voice made him forget the restless primitive desires, and even the temptations and clarity of the alien demon. He became ethereal, sacred, and pure again.

After the completion of the Holy Light practice once a day, Thanka's mood was much calmer. Even when he looked directly at Chu Zhiyun or Liao Meng, there were not so many messy, ridiculous thoughts deep in his heart.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Not far away, screams suddenly came.

On a high platform that had just been built, a gleaming silver execution stand was erected. A student was tied on it with arms and legs, and was beaten thirty-six with a long whip made by the instructor with poisonous thorns. The whip was drawn until he was unconscious, his skin was ripped open and fleshy, and he could even see his spine, before he was lifted down.

Everyone watched silently, and maybe some were as curious as Thangka, but the Shengmeng boy would not "whisper and talk" without permission.

Soon, the instructor revealed the answer to them.

It was a child from the next class. In today's purification work, he unexpectedly stuffed a plastic toy that was supposed to be destroyed in his pocket, a very clumsy model of a giant soldier.

He is so stupid. Every student has to go through the most meticulous inspection when he returns to the camp. There is absolutely no possibility of any entrainment.

No one knows why he did this, even when the instructor asked him, he himself was blushing and couldn't tell why for a long time.

Perhaps, being bewitched by the heavenly demon, it is so muddled and unclear, right?

Then there's no way.

He is the first elimination of the "ultimate test". After receiving the whipping, he will be sent to the temple behind for the deepest purification.

I don't know if he can still retain the ability of logical thinking, but even if he becomes a low-level unit such as "soldier bee" or "worker bee", he will be blamed.

only……

Thangka didn’t know how serious the things he and the squad leader were doing, would it be more serious than hiding a toy secretly? Would it be like the guy in the next squad who was tied to the execution platform with five big flowers? What about whipping?

The calmness that Thangka had just been comforted by the Holy Light disappeared, and her mood was like a lake wrinkled by the spring breeze.

Back to the dormitory, Thangka was still worried and unconscious.

The rainbow lollipop that Chu Zhiyun squeezed into his mouth just now seemed to open up his taste buds, and the synthetic food that usually tasted like chewing wax became less tasteless.

Thangka abruptly stuffed two large bowls of slimy synthetic food into his throat, resisting the urge to vomit, and ignoring digestion, so he came to the training room.

Shengmeng people do not have the concept of "entertainment". In the few spare time, physical exercise is almost the only option to vent their excess energy.

Thangka desperately ravaged sandbags and gravity treadmills, trying to squeeze out every strand of strength in every muscle, instantly just like every **** dormant in the muscle fibers.

He almost succeeded.

But at this time, Chu Zhiyun also came to the training room and jumped up on the gravity treadmill opposite him.

She likes to sweat, and the sweat quickly wets her chest.

Thangka instantly felt that the tens of thousands of heavenly demons who had just strangled to death had all been resurrected.

In the dead of night, all the students in the class were sleeping soundly, including Chu Zhiyun.

Thangka was tossing and turning, unable to sleep at night.

Even across several high and low beds, he seemed to be able to smell the scent of Chu Zhiyun's sweat.

In a trance, Chu Zhiyun's appearance in the supermarket and the appearance of her sweating on the treadmill overlapped with each other, turning into a soft and fluffy dream, which suppressed Thangka's head.

Thangka had a dream, a strange dream that he had never had before.

He dreamed of himself and Chu Zhiyun running arm in arm on the white and delicate beach between the blue sea and blue sky.

He dreamed that Chu Zhiyun fiddled with the bright red skirt, showing him the expression called "smile".

He even dreamed that Chu Zhiyun was tied to the execution stage by the big five flowers, still wearing a red dress, and being severely beaten by a thorn whip.

The clothes fluttered like red butterflies, exposing whiter and more delicate skin than sand, and the redness and swelling were raised high, setting off the skin next to it more white.

"Thangka, save me, thangka, save me!"

The squad leader in the dream was exceptionally delicate, and made a whimper that she would never make.

Thangka woke up suddenly, feeling like sweat all over her body.

The lower body was better like an electric shock, and he jumped and jumped. Before he could react, the crotch was wet and slimy.

"this is--"

Tangka's scalp was numb. It was the first time for a fourteen-year-old boy to have such a weird dream and encounter such a strange thing. He, did he wet the bed?

At this moment, Thangka was agitated, as if something fell from the sky, and got into his chaotic brain.

"Hee hee hee, kid, hello!"

A voice that sounded trying to pretend to be amiable, but after thinking about it carefully, it was so **** weird that sounded in Thangka's mind.