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Wu Ming and Zheng Zha fell to the ground, followed closely by two saints. Neither of these two saints were human beings. One of them was the saint of the mud clan, and the other was the saint of the pigeon clan. These two saints followed closely.

After the two of them, as soon as they landed on the ground, they immediately activated their energy and holy path, and began to clean up the turbulence of time and space that broke through the world from above.

From this aspect, although Zheng Zha is much stronger than these two saints, he has specialization in the arts. These two saints have holy ways, are saints, and have unlimited energy. For this kind of

They are much better at calming down the turbulence of time and space than Zheng Zha. Unless Wu Ming takes action, the two of them are indeed the most suitable here.

At this time, the Holy One of the Dove Clan respectfully said to Wu Ming: "Your Majesty, this place has been cleaned up, but there is something a little bad about this plane."

Wu Ming looked at the Holy One of the Pigeon Clan, and the Holy One of the Mud Clan next to him took over the topic and said: "Your Majesty, he was born in the Dove Clan and has a very wonderful racial talent. He can hear the narration, so he said this

If something is wrong with the plane, there must be something wrong with this plane."

Wu Ming was even more confused. He knew about the two holy races, the Mud Clan. The race was not powerful and there was nothing surprising about it, but he didn’t know about the Pigeon Clan. According to the ancient books of all races,

There are almost no records left in the world, and they belong to a hidden race among all races.

Among the thousands of races in the ancient world, some races have always been well hidden. Even during the war between the races, they hardly exposed their racial characteristics too much. For example, the logic race is one of them. The world only knows the career path of the logic race.

It is the crown of all career paths, known as the strongest, named

The arcanist career path, but what the arcanist career path is, and even what the Logic people look like, how many there are, and what their racial talents are, these are not known to outsiders. Maybe there are ten thousand people.

The higher-ups knew something, but it was not spread widely.

The same situation also exists in several hidden races among all races. These hidden races usually have one thing in common, that is, their racial talents are very powerful or unique, and even directly involve the original talents, and the more

Strong racial talent means huge racial flaws. Such a race is both very powerful and very weak. If it is not hidden, it will be in danger of being exterminated by other races.

Apparently the pigeon family is one of them.

The holy figure of the pigeon clan said respectfully: "My clan's unique racial talent is the narrator. It may be very powerful or very weak, but it is very wonderful. It is most appropriate to use it at this time."

Wu Ming asked curiously: "What does the narration mean?"

The Saint of the Dove Clan said: "Your Majesty should know that certain things, certain prophecies, and certain information will exist directly on the essence of the multiverse, right?"

Wu Ming nodded, and the Holy One of the Pigeon Clan breathed a sigh of relief and said: "The talent of our Pigeon Clan is to go one step further on the basis of listening to the information of the multiverse. But what exactly is it? In fact, even our race itself does not

Know that we can hear 'narration', similar to the one in the story, that is not spoken by humans, the narration part of the story."

Both Wu Ming and Zheng Zha were a little confused, and the holy figure of the pigeon clan continued: "For example, when I came to this plane, I heard the narrator say that four more specimens had arrived. Let's not talk about the power of the two adults.

, he and I are both saints, but both are called specimens, which is enough to imagine the weirdness and horror of this plane. If it were normal, I would never enter such a plane, but now I will firmly follow it.

Behind His Majesty."

Wu Ming hesitated slightly, but Zheng Zha said carelessly from the side: "What's the point, Wu Ming, fight them, fight the world, order the world."

Wu Ming suddenly said angrily: "Are you thinking about my power as the Human Emperor again? Didn't I explain it to you before? Although I have the power of the Human Emperor, so far, I am only the one in the dark world.

The Human Emperor of the World Plane, to other planes, I am not considered the Human Emperor, so you want me to defy the sky, the earth, the air, I'm sorry, this kind of thing is suitable for you to do."

"Yes, really?" Zheng Zha laughed and touched his head and said, "Even if you praise me..."

"I didn't praise you!!" Wu Ming suddenly shouted angrily, and he looked forward and said: "Anyway, let's enter this world first. My partner's aura appeared here, maybe

Maybe they are here now."

Just when Wu Ming was about to step into it, the holy throne of the Mud Clan suddenly said: "Your Majesty, I have one more thing to remind your Majesty."

Wu Ming nodded, and the Holy One said: "Does Your Majesty know the specific layers of the turbulence of time and space?"

Wu Ming shook his head slightly, and the saint said: "We have survived billions of years in the turbulence of time and space, so we have some experience with the turbulence of time and space. If the entire turbulence of time and space must be described carefully,

It is actually shaped like a cone-shaped funnel. It becomes narrower as it goes upwards, and wider as it goes downwards. Just like the world that Your Majesty saved before, if a plane has complete rules, then it will gradually sublimate until the end.

All things are renewed, and it even has a certain chance of escaping from the turbulence of time and space, but it is impossible now. The four elephants guard the four poles, and even if the rules are intact, they will never be able to escape the turbulence of time and space."

"But at the top of the turbulence of time and space, the plane there is basically the same as the real plane. It's just that it's not easy to get there. It's difficult even for us to get there. It all depends on chance, and

We will also pay attention to maintaining the integrity of the rules there. Basically, any battles will not be caused there. After all, it is the only place where we lingering ghosts can feel the reality."

"From the turbulent flow of time and space downwards, the lower you go, the lower the completeness of the plane there. After reaching a certain level, some phenomena will occur. We usually call them distortions. Of course, there are other existences that are different.

names, but the general meaning is the same, that is, these planes will show strange situations similar to memes. Although they are not nearly as unsolvable as memes, the degree of danger will gradually increase as the level decreases.

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"From top to bottom, the evaluation we give is nine levels. The ninth level is the highest point. It is almost the same as the real plane. The previous dark world belongs to the fourth level, and our current position belongs to the third.

level, generally speaking, when the plane reaches the third level, the weirdest plane among them is already equivalent to a world where memes are rampant. The planes on the first level all belong to this type. It is said that there is also a third level.

The zero level, but that is not a place we can go to. Only high-level saints will lurk there. We have no idea what is there and what the situation is."

After hearing all this, Wu Ming had some confidence in his heart, and he said to the two saints: "You are so honest with me, do you really want to follow me?"

The two saints looked at each other, and they both saw surprise in each other's eyes. At that moment, they knelt down and worshiped. The saint of the pigeon family said: "Your Majesty, of course we have something to ask for, but following your majesty's heart can be learned by heaven and earth.

After the First World War xx, we..."

"Wait, wait a minute, what kind of battle?" Wu Ming asked blankly.

The two saints looked at each other strangely, and the mud clan saint said: "Let's fight xx."

Wu Ming was even more confused. He looked at Zheng Zha and said, "What battle are they talking about?"

Zheng Zha also looked at Wu Ming strangely and said: "A battle with xx, it sounds very awesome...what do you mean?"

"Are you talking about the battle of XX? The battle of Chacha?" Wu Ming asked again with a strange look on his face.

"What Chacha?" Zheng Zha looked strange and replied: "It's a battle with xx."

"..."

Wu Ming covered his head and said: "No, I got a meme!!"