Logging 10,000 Years into the Future Novel

The top of the tower.

Open on all sides, there are clouds and mists, and Hefeng moves and wanders wantonly.

Those who live here for a long time will also have a strong ethereal and dusty atmosphere in their temperament and aura.

Inside the tower, there are two figures, one sitting and the other standing.

The ones sitting on the ground were all dressed in white martial robes. They were all of average stature and appearance, their eyes were slightly closed, and they seemed to be around forty years old.

In front of him were clear water, dry biscuits, and a long black forged iron knife.

The tall and handsome young man stood in front of this person, with a respectful posture, and said: "The World Grandmaster Conference is half a month away, can we prepare to go?"

The middle-aged man in white robes with closed eyes nodded slightly, uttering cold words from his mouth.

"Can."

The handsome young man nodded, immediately took out a brown kraft paper bag from his pocket, and handed it to the middle-aged man in white robe respectfully.

"What you want, that person's latest information."

"Leave it alone."

"yes."

The young man responded, and said nothing immediately, walked to the side of the edge of the tower, and jumped down from the doorless entrance.

The whole person disappeared like a big bird.

After the young man left, the white-robed middle-aged man sitting on the ground slowly opened his eyes.

His eyes are as warm as jade, exuding a faint luster.

After opening his eyes, the original ordinary appearance became no longer ordinary.

The middle-aged man in Baipao ate some dry biscuits and drank some water, then picked up the kraft paper bag left by the previous youth and tore it open at random, took out a few thin pieces of paper inside—check it out.

After reading it, the middle-aged man in white robe put down the information in his hand.

His eyes fell on one of the pieces of paper.

A personal profile was displayed above, and there was a photo on the profile. The photo showed a handsome young man with quiet eyes.

Next to the photo is his name - Lu Sheng.

"Lu Sheng is not dead, he will return in a short time... Break it and then stand up, is this about to be ready to attack Wu Sheng 970?"

The middle-aged man in white robe was talking to himself.

"The body of the eighth level is seriously injured, and it is indeed not the pride of the world. I was wrong....

"Do you regret it?"

The middle-aged man in white robe asked himself.

His eyes were calm, and he soon had an answer.

"Nothing to regret.

Zhao Ji is nothing but an old waste.

I, Tan Zhongyu, was a master of Jin at the age of forty-two, and became a martial saint at the age of eighty.

The Faxiang was born at the beginning, but it is as huge as a kilometer.

Zhao Ji won't know a hundred times better than that.

If there is a battle between life and death, within five strokes, you will be cut by the sword!"

The middle-aged man in the white robe took a deep breath, and Liuyun from all sides of the tower gathered one after another, jumping into his mouth and nose, making him look like a mortal person, like a banished fairy.

"My will is like a golden knife! When I chop everything..."

The middle-aged man in white robe picked up the long knife in front of him and pointed it.

The originally black long knife suddenly became golden, as if it had transformed from a piece of ordinary iron into a legendary magic weapon in an instant.

"Mere Lu Sheng, even if the talent is so evil, so what?

I have seen that the martial arts talent is ten times stronger than mine, and there are countless evildoers who are a hundred times stronger. In the end, I am not the only one sitting here.

The middle-aged man in the white robe calmly looked at the golden knife in his hand, and said word by word, calmly but firmly: "I, Tan Zhongyu, will definitely be the first person to leave this planet."

In an elegant courtyard.

A handsome young man with his eyes closed, sat cross-legged on a Qingshi board, with medicine tubes, bottles and cans placed in front of him, as if he was practicing breath adjustment.

At this time, a middle-aged man with a short beard, a Chinese character face and a short beard came out of the room.

Seeing the boy, he asked, "Zhao Ji, are you going?"

The young man opened his eyes and replied with gloomy eyes: "Do you think I can still go with my current state?"

The middle-aged man smiled narrowly, "I'm just asking you as a routine. It's a pity, for many years to come, you won't have the Nengjing share of the Dragon Kingdom..."

The young man's face was ugly, he seemed to open his mouth to scold, but he remembered something, held back abruptly, just gritted his teeth and said, "Don't forget to exchange for me the potion that can heal the spirit of martial arts from the leader.

Once you get the potion, I will naturally give it to you at double the price.

"Don't worry, this kind of good thing, you will never forget me!"

The middle-aged man laughed and strode out of the courtyard.

After the person left, the young man's ugly face eased a little, and he muttered to himself: "As long as Lin Zhengyue can successfully replace me with two bottles of nourishing liquid this time, I am sure that within three years, I will be able to recover from the injury of the martial arts soul." Recover at least 80%.

When the strength recovers a bit, take over the foundation of Jidao Martial Arts again, and then slowly accumulate the family property again...

That's Lu Sheng..."

At the mention of this name, the boy's eyes immediately showed a trace of horror and fear.

"He didn't die! With his temperament, sooner or later he will find him.

I have to figure out a solution first!

If it didn't work, he risked everything and sought the protection of Lin Zhengyue and Tan Zhongyu.

No matter how strong Lu Sheng is, he can still take my life under two fifth-level martial saints?"

"He didn't dare... He couldn't do it..."

As if to comfort himself, the boy muttered for a while, his mood gradually calmed down, and he closed his eyes again.

The World Grandmaster Conference held once every ten years is about to begin, and on the Azure Planet, all parties are in a state of flux.

A group of masters and masters belonging to various powerful forces from various countries began to leave for the venue where the conference was held.

This is a surge of power on the bright side.

And that group of people at the top of the world.

Also walk out from deep mountains, big rivers, sea abyss....

This is a grand event in the world of martial arts.

Likewise, too....

A gathering of gods among men.

Golden Circle Island.

Dozens of powerful ring seals stood neatly on the shore.

In front of them, a figure stood with hands behind their backs, volleying above the sea level.

This figure doesn't look surprising, even (acea) a little flat.

But when he existed, all the light in this world seemed to be taken by him alone, and dozens of masters and masters seemed dim.

The invisible general trend of the world revolves slightly around him, and he is the center of the world, the only one between the sea and the sky.

But this center, the only one, was standing quietly with the other grandmasters and grand masters at this time, as if waiting for something, and there was no sign of impatience on his face.

Soon, the sea level in front of you had an abnormality.

Silently, a huge gap appeared in the calm sea level, and the sea water separated to both sides.

There is a billowing heat wave, accompanied by a strong radiance gushing from the bottom of the sea.

A large amount of water vapor rose from the sea surface, covering the entire sea area in an instant, turning the sea surface into a vast expanse of whiteness.

There are also large groups of fish and shrimp floating up, which have been completely cooked.

A grand master standing on the shore

There was a huge expression of emotion on their faces.

Then this moving expression turned into deep awe, revealed on the surface.

This scene reminded them of the great sun bathing the East China Sea, the sun rising from the sea.

In the era of the round sky and the earth, the ancients generally believed that the sun and the moon in the sky were governed by gods.

The sun god drives the sun chariot, emerges from the sea in the early morning, circles the sky, and returns to the water at night.

If the myth is true, the scene in front of me...

It is the best proof!

The god of the sun, who is in charge of light and heat, is slowly coming out of his palace under the sea.

A body radiating infinite light and heat stepped out of the sea step by step.

From the moment this figure appeared, the rules and balance of this world were broken.

The light that originally gathered on the person on the sea level was taken away in an instant.

The general trend of the world around him was also severely broken up.

The person who came out of the bottom of the sea descended slowly with a posture as if he ruled the world.

Then...

The light and heat converged within a few breaths, and all wonders and visions disappeared.

A black-haired young man who was described as majestic and calm-eyed finally appeared in front of everyone.

"grown ups."

Harold took a step forward and bowed slightly to show respect.

As the highest ruler of the ring seal, a ninth-level warrior, Harold didn't feel anything wrong.

Even, he felt that it was some kind of honor.

Not everyone has the opportunity to get acquainted with a powerhouse like Lu Sheng.

"He's gotten stronger..."

Harold could clearly feel that Lu Sheng's gaze fell on him, like two fiery pillars of fire, giving him a slightly burning sensation on his skin.

Let him tremble.

Lu Sheng once said that he only had an eighth grade, and Harold didn't believe a word of it.

[This is the eighth level? This is the eighth level, I cut off my head, An Anxing Wusheng and Lei can go together

A guide! Definitely an existence at the level of a guide.

Even if not, the difference is not far...]

"Ready?"

Lu Sheng glanced at the many ring seal masters behind Harold, and asked casually.

In the previous battle, the ring seal masters were almost killed and wounded. It didn't take long for a bunch of them to appear again. I don't know where Harold found them.

"Everything is ready and ready to go at any time."

Harold replied respectfully.

"Then let's go."

Lu Sheng nodded lightly.

So Harold stretched out his hand, and a small pale gold private jet flew out of Golden Circle Island.

Lu Sheng and Harold stepped into the private jet as soon as they moved their feet.

The cabin is luxuriously decorated, wine cabinet, TV, bed... as long as you can think of it, almost everything is available.

There are also six top beauties with different skin colors and hair colors in revealing stewardess uniforms in the cabin.

Seeing Lu Sheng's unwavering expression, Harold gave him a look, and the six stewardesses immediately retreated to the rear cabin.

Lu Sheng randomly found a seat and sat down. The first thing he did was to check his current strength. .