Above the Immortal Cultivation

Wang Lu stared with bated breath and waited patiently.

The grassy mountains are thousands of miles wide, and it will take some time for the space nodes to come back again.

When he thought about it, there must be more than one path in front of him to enter the space node. At the same time, the world inside has already involved one of the secrets of Duckweed Prairie.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Wang Lu felt something in his heart, as if someone was coming.

"call."

He immediately took out a high-level and intermediate-level Heaven-Deceiving Talisman and a high-level and high-level Mark-Removal Talisman, floating high into the sky like a line of blue smoke.

There are dark green grassy mountains in front, back, left, and right. You can't go there. The only hiding place is the void.

The grassy mountains appear to be calm and peaceful, but in fact they are dangerous and unpredictable, and only a fool would touch them.

The person who came not only arrived quickly but also had great strength. He was at least a Heavenly Demon level expert.

In less than two breaths, three heavenly demons, one man and two women, happened to arrive at the position where he and Zi Jiu had previously volleyed.

Except for the faint demonic aura that seems to be absent, there are no traces of demonic beasts on the three people's bodies.

The man is like a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade, cool and calm.

A woman in a red dress is charming, passionate and heroic; the other in a blue dress is ladylike, calm and noble.

The three of them came together and seemed to have a good relationship.

The woman in the red dress asked doubtfully: "I heard that the Jiujiang where Boss Tang was stationed was attacked by a human race in the early stage of becoming a god. Even he himself died, and he died in such a confused way that his men went to fight for his body. There is no human race left. At this time, the Nine Territories are leaderless and in complete chaos. I don’t know what the Holy Son is thinking. He has to invite us to discuss countermeasures. It’s not his word who is the leader of the Nine Territories.”

The man smiled and said: "Boss Tang has been guarding Jiujiang for 600 years. Except for the last time when the Holy Son deliberately let a few people in thirty years ago, there have been no mistakes. How could he want to do it for a dog who didn't know where he came from?" The demon butterfly came, and she thought that if she ate it, she would become a holy son. Not only did she fail to achieve it, but she ruined her life and became someone else's treasure. The third sister was so smart that she didn't realize it. The Holy Son summoned us here, which is also the reason for Boss Tang. Their Jade Mantis clan is extremely sensitive to blood. For more than a thousand years, the Holy Son has stayed in place and has not moved forward. Except for some opportunities, maybe he himself. The potential has been exhausted, and we need something external to take a step forward, and this bizarre and mysterious demon butterfly may be the solution."

Hearing this, the third sister in the red dress looked shocked, and the woman in blue covered her mouth with her delicate hands.

After pausing for a few breaths, the third sister asked: "Second brother guards the second border, which is so far away from the ninth border. He sees every move of Boss Tang and that man and butterfly as if he has seen it with his own eyes, and he is even more concerned about the thoughts of the Holy Son. It’s hard to believe, second brother.”

Hearing Third Sister's last words, the woman in blue was also shocked. She looked at the man in disbelief. She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and said decisively: "Whatever Second Brother needs me to do, Sixth Sister, I will do my best."

The man looked at the sky, his pupils shrank, and said solemnly: "The Holy King is unattainable. Forty thousand years ago, the Holy King from the previous generation left through the sky. There is no more Holy King in the grassland. The nine saints will sing and I will appear on the stage. There will be internal fighting. He has always wanted to ascend to the throne of the Holy King in the hope of solving the mystery of the Ascension. However, he not only refuses to make progress, but also angrily recruits mutant geniuses from hundreds of tribes and raises them to a certain level. He swallowed them all and wanted to go further. Now, with his eight thousand years of life, he will not even let go of the newly born babies with strong blood from all races. Such people who have lost all their conscience are worse than animals. , he can still be the Holy Son! Taking advantage of the death of his beloved Boss Tang, I will rise up and send him to see Zongzu. If the Third Sister and the Sixth Sister are willing to help me, I hereby swear that once I become the Holy Son of the Hundred Clans, I will keep a low profile and bide my time. For five hundred years, I will not sit still and wait for death. I will send troops to the Holy City. I want the position of Holy King. I will break the prison of heaven and earth for my tribe and ascend to the upper world. If I don't succeed, I will become a benevolent person."

The second brother's words made the two women's blood boil with excitement. Although they were far from reaching the later stages of their lives, they would eventually grow old. Even if they were able to ascend at the end of their lifespan, they would have no more potential to explore in the upper world.

The Zerg are cold-blooded, cruel and indifferent by nature, and they always struggle to become stronger between eating and being eaten.

Regardless of their long lifespan, they are actually spent in long-term seclusion refining the opponent's bloodline and improving their own bloodline.

Therefore, a place of retreat must first be secretive, and secondly, have strong defense.

There are nine Holy Sons in the Duckweed Prairie. Each Holy Son rules tens of billions of miles of grassland, similar to the division of power in Zhongzhou, except that their Holy Palace is not in the grassland, but in another world.

For example, the "Chaotian Palace" of the Four Holy Sons in front of you requires specific paths and spatial nodes to reach.

It's like a mysterious existence.

As for the Holy King, he is a super powerful existence that surpasses the tenth-level Heavenly Demon.

However, for 40,000 years, it is as if this world has been cursed by heaven and earth. The realms above human gods and demons are unknown. All roads are sealed. Even the powerful bloodline and memory inheritance of the Zerg race have been lost. Blank.

Weird and chilling.

The Zerg tribe has serious internal strife, devouring each other, and genocide occurs from time to time. However, their vitality is extremely tenacious, especially the various non-spiritual insects, which are as numerous as the sands of the Ganges and have super strong reproduction. And it is precisely because of their countless powerful bases that they are able to mutate and brew so many otherworldly and terrifying aliens.

They are respected as strange insects, and they are comparable to the ten ancient strange insects of the top ten mythical beasts and the top ten ferocious beasts.

The three of them immediately reached an alliance, and arranged related back-up plans for the five domain masters under the four saints. After repeated discussions and deliberations for a long time, they finally came to the space node for the third time and made a decision.

Of course, their subsequent conversation was covered up by magical powers, and Wang Lu didn't know what they said.

The man glanced quickly in all directions at the moment before the node arrived.

Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he kept pointing out that the three of them turned into three clear lights and shot into the node with the same route and precise entry time as Zi Jiu.

The three of them left for a long time, and everything was normal except for the "clattering" strong wind.

The red sun was hanging high, falling from east to west, and the sky was full of stars. So many stars looked like countless insects.

"Bang."

The sun came at dawn, and the sky and the earth were bright.

With this, a strange insect that was a hundred times smaller than the tip of a needle drilled out of the void and immediately fell into the tiny space node.

Wang Lu slowly appeared. This was the wonderful monitoring method left by the second brother.

I don’t know whether it was because of his strong sense of uncertainty about whether someone was there or his usual meticulous style. This person could replace the fourth son of the saint and succeed in one battle.

Because he was so rigorous that he would not miss any calm and steady grasp.