Cultivation Of Coders

Chapter 818: The fate of being stirred, the web of all living beings changing

Looking at the thread, Zhang Deming frowned a little, looked up and was stunned again.

He saw his own destiny line, and found that it was even more strange. It was a separate web, independent of the fate web! ! !

I saw that his own silk thread was even weirder, floating above his head and tangled into a ball. Many dense threads took the initiative to pass through his threads, and then they entered the web of fate.

His entire thread of destiny had no direct contact with that big net. As for those threads that actively entangled with him directly or indirectly, he inexplicably understood that they were the fate of the alliance disciples.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Deming thought for a long time before shaking his head, and said, "Forget it, it's still a bit too early to play with fate and control fate, even for Seven Star Overhaul.

The initial mastery of Tao and Li, and the playing with concepts, should normally be a matter for Bagua monks, or just the beginning!

Now that his true cultivation level is only Liuhe, why bother with so many difficulties! Lan Fuyao's silk threads are relatively independent, which is more conducive to his operation and will not cause him to have insufficient cultivation. This should be considered a good thing! "

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and gently plucked the illusory thread on the broken long piano.

In an instant, Zhang Deming's face turned pale, and the spiritual energy in his body surged out like a flood, bottoming out instantly.

He has been practicing for almost seventy years, and in his almost eighty years of life, he has never experienced such an exaggerated consumption of spiritual energy, as if he was about to be drained into a man in the next moment!

Sure enough, it's not what a cultivator like him should do!

As his expression changed drastically, he decisively activated the Anzi, and while quickly replenishing the consumption, he threw out a bunch of spiritual crystals, and the two bodies began to restore their spiritual power with all their strength.

With the massive consumption of spiritual energy, the thread he moved began to swim slightly. And as the thread moved, it slowly infected the entire mess of fate.

Even though Lan Fuyao's silk threads were not deeply entangled with the fate mess, but because the quality was too solid, the countless silk threads gradually affected the entire mess, causing it to vibrate slightly.

As the mess of silk threads vibrated, each thread affected each other, changing a lot of things.

At this moment, Zhang Deming froze with himself, his eyes gradually dilated, his pupils lost focus, and countless patterns of fragments flashed in his eyes and in his mind.

But these things flickered too fast, too many, and too fragmented, as if a two-hour movie was suddenly shattered, and countless fragments were extracted from it, and even turned upside down, and it only took ten seconds. flashed by.

While his spiritual power was being consumed violently, as he looked at countless fragmented images, his brain seemed to be in a state of shutdown, unable to process it at all.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that these fragmentary images seemed to have flashed to the end. A realization dawned on him that if he didn't do something, there would be nothing more he could do.

And it seems that if you want to have such an opportunity again for the same goal, you must use shocking means.

The reason why he has such a chance for all the targets is not because his cultivation base is so good now, it seems to be because of his special fate, dark and great, representing the ray of life for all living beings?

With this understanding, Zhang Deming did not dare to hesitate any longer. He followed his instinct and grabbed one of the fragments.

"In the City of Ten Thousand Demons, look for traces of the weapon; to get the vitality, turn on the weapon to give birth. If you want to awaken your spiritual wisdom, you must have a life soul. If you want to transform into a human body, you must know your own life from outside the realm."

First, a text message suddenly exploded in Zhang Deming's mind.

Immediately, these words exploded into countless more fragmented paintings, all of which rushed towards Zhang Deming. Zhang Deming's brain completely shut down and he was in a daze, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.

At the same time, the moment Zhang Deming's brain shut down, the entire fate network in front of him was shaken, and countless lines were completely affected and changed their way.

······

In the Lingxiao Realm, a group of big guys have returned to the Lingxiao Palace and started building seals. At this time, Jian Chen, the supervisor, suddenly frowned. The mountain and river sword in his arms suddenly flashed, and the mountains and rivers were faintly flowing.

Yu Qianyu seemed to be out of control, bursting out with a strong aura, attracting everyone's attention. In front of him, an ancient wooden book appeared in front of him, and he started turning the pages quickly.

In the book, countless runes began to change under the stunned eyes of the other party. Countless stories in the book that had already taken shape, or were about to take shape, were tampered with before his eyes.

And not just one or two, but batches!

"Damn it, use the life net? Who is so desperate for life?!!" He looked at the book rolling, and as the words jumped, he didn't even care about the aloof elegance, and directly burst out with swear words.

And because of this huge movement, many people who looked at him, looked at his reaction and listened to his words, were slightly stunned, and then looked shocked.

He was not the only one who noticed. There were also three old Tianji men on the side who also did not take any action. They also looked like supervisors. Their auras suddenly connected. Money appeared in their eyes. They frowned and looked up at the sky, as if they wanted to see something clearly.

After a while, all he got was a frown and no results.

There were several other people around who had experienced such changes, but the most obvious one was Yu Qianyu's book. Everyone else was the same as Jian Chen, but only slightly felt it.

Such changes have caused countless people to fall into silence.

No one noticed that even the giant spider they were sealing and the demon emperor's remains seemed to flicker slightly.

······

Deep in the Hengduan Mountains, in an unknown place, a strong spiritual light suddenly flashed.

“Chirp·······”

A strange bird call echoed throughout the Hengduan Mountains.

There were originally countless Beast King organizations, and teams from all sides were constantly looking for something in the mountains. At this time, they were all stunned.

Immediately afterwards, all Great Monsters with Liuhe cultivation were stunned, and then showed an expression of surprise and disappeared in a flash.

It was clear that the whole group had been searching for the action for decades, but this moment seemed not as important as that call.

······

Heavenly Spirit Sect is secular, because the 'Saint Religion' has become the state religion of the Tianling Empire, and the incident of Saint Zhang has spread throughout the Tianling Empire, and the lower-level disciples of the alliance and sect are still running the empire.

Therefore, even though decades have passed, there is no room for other sects to survive here. Zhang Sheng is the only one who dominates all.

Even if the Tianyu Holy See receives official approval, it can build churches at will. But they built countless churches, but not as many believers as they built churches.

Even so, the Holy See did not move, and privately it has been quietly searching for something. This behavior has also continued for more than ten years.

It even started almost at the same time as the Beast Race in the Hengduan Mountains, but one was searching in the Hengduan Mountains and the other in the Heavenly Spirit Sect. They were relatively independent, but surprisingly coupled.

Heavenly Spirit Sect, Liuzhou, a deserted church without any believers. Si Ze was carefully serving a middle-aged man at the moment.

The middle-aged man was obviously wearing an ordinary robe, but he carried endless majesty. He was currently standing in the church, praying intently.

Suddenly, the praying middle-aged man was taken aback. A pair of fiery red wings with a touch of light gold on the back suddenly opened uncontrollably, and countless rays of light spilled onto the entire church.

"Oh my God!"

Si Ze, who was standing carefully behind the middle-aged man, suddenly showed a fanatical expression when he saw this scene. He immediately knelt down and prayed continuously to the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man ignored the other party and suddenly turned around, as if he heard something, and looked in the direction of the Hengduan Mountains.

"This is the breath of the Lord... Could it be that you are looking in the wrong place? It is not in the Heavenly Spirit Sect at all, but in the Hengduan Mountains?"

In words, the middle-aged man has disappeared. After a while, when the light disappeared, Si Ze came back to his senses and realized that His Majesty the Pope, who made him crazy, had gone nowhere.

······

At this time, the Tianyu Federation, the headquarters of the Holy See, and the main church suddenly began to shine with golden light, making the entire main church resplendent and resplendent.

In the pope's city, countless believers saw this scene and knelt down subconsciously. At this moment, the sound of prayers, prayers, and fanatical shouts of faith spread across the entire Pope, like a carnival of believers.

······

With Zhang Deming's move, it seems to have affected the two worlds of Hongmeng and Tianyu. Countless people seem to have been affected, and their fate has undergone irreversible and unknowable changes.

For all of this, the most obvious perception is the Suanxiu.

Originally, at the time of the great catastrophe, the heavenly secrets were chaotic enough. Ten hexagrams appeared, nine were empty, and one hexagram had a vague result, which made people blind, but the backlash was not discounted at all.

But at this moment, all those who are capable of computing are horrified to find that the future of this primordial world is not even a glimpse, and it seems to be a sign of something.

······

All these things have nothing to do with Zhang Deming.

At this moment, in the training room of the Bailingmen Dwelling Holy Residence, Zhang Deming recovered from his brain shutdown after a long time.

"Boom!"

With a soft sound, Zhang Deming lay limply on the ground, like a boneless person.

"Huh...huh...huh..."

The moment he came back to his senses, his complexion turned pale, and he began to pant violently.

Since the beginning of his practice, he has never been so drained as he is now. The Taoist body, the original body, the shadow, and all the spiritual power are all gone. If he continues to consume it, his body, which is comparable to that of an immortal, will be ruined. Can't hold on.

The whole person was exhausted due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, and he lay powerlessly on the ground, panting continuously. At this moment, if someone came, the three-year-old would probably be able to kill him with a knife.

Fortunately, he has already thrown a lot of spirit crystals just now, and the Taoist body of Baimai Palace has also been opening the practice pool.

So with the automatic operation of the script, his withered dantian gradually began to have aura. And with the recovery of his spiritual power, he gradually recovered.

After a long time, when Zhang Deming roughly recovered his mobility, he immediately raised his head and looked at the broken Changqin floating in front of him.

In the blink of an eye, Zhang Deming couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, although the Changqin is still broken, it seems as if it was just dug out of the corner of some ruins. But Zhang Deming still noticed the weak movement.

Moreover, Changqin's condition did not continue to deteriorate, and the light spot of Enlightenment in the Spiritual Education Space did not continue to dim, but a faint luster appeared instead.

Although these are not permanent, they are temporary and will not last long, but enough is enough!

Feeling the information that had brought his boss down before, and some blurry pictures, the smile on Zhang Deming's face became more and more obvious.

"The City of Ten Thousand Demons in the Hengduan Mountains. With my current level of cultivation, I can actually visit it!"

While whispering, Zhang Deming closed his eyes again and began to recover his spiritual power.

······

Two days later, in the inner circle of the Zhang family, in the small courtyard of Zhang Bodao.

Zhang Deming, with Zhang Sermon on his face, left the room and appeared in his small courtyard.

After checking it carefully and finding that there was no problem, Zhang Deming came to the courtyard and sat down, as if talking to himself: "Call Ze Li."

At the gate of the courtyard, Zhang Dailong and Zhang Daijun, who were guarding the gate boredly, were both surprised. Ancestor is awake?

Is the ancestor who has been in seclusion on and off for decades finally coming out of seclusion?

The two looked at each other, and Zhang Dailong turned around and ran away, decisively going to inform Zhang Zeli.

······

After a while, Zhang Zeli led a group of people and hurried to the small courtyard. He greeted Zhang Deming and said, "My grandson has met my uncle (ancestor)!"

Zhang Deming looked up at the group of people in front of him. Now the entire senior management team has grown a little bit, with a few more new faces, and of course most of them are the same people from before.

After all, it has only been so many years. For monks, let alone changing generations, many of them are probably not yet fully familiar with all their duties and management scope!

The extra number of new people is obviously due to development needs and the need for extra managers from other departments.

"How has the clan developed over the years?" Zhang Deming looked around and asked.

"Returning to my uncle, since according to my uncle's request, all channels were opened to encourage births, the population has increased six times in the past fifty years.

Because we followed my uncle's instructions in advance and had professional planning from the construction team, everything is now in order.

Nearly half of the empty Xiao Heavenly World has already been utilized. Although the town is still sparsely populated, it only takes another 30 to 50 years to complete the initial layout of Xiao Heavenly World.

However, due to vigorous development of Fansu, many cultivation disciples with too low aptitude have been deeply involved with Fansu, living in the town of Fansu, and becoming leaders in urban construction. "

At this point, Zhang Zeli took a careful look at Zhang Deming before continuing: "This situation is seriously different from Hongmeng's current situation. If my uncle thinks it is inappropriate, my grandson will order rectification before contacting Hongmeng."

"Why do you want to change it? It's what I want to see. It's very good. It should be like this for low-level disciples. If you want me to say, it's better to be conservative. Those with high talents and prospects can go to the city when they are low-level. Polish it," Zhang Deming said.

Upon hearing this, some of the surrounding managers raised their heads and looked nervously at Zhang Zeli.

(End of chapter)