The Original Seeker

"...Everyone, we are about to open a new page in human history. Now I announce that the ‘Great Expedition’ plan has officially begun!"

Through the network of thousands of large-scale naval vessels and nearly 100 billion federal citizens, Kirkov, the current Speaker of the Federation, announced the beginning of the great expedition with a deafening voice.

In the past few decades, through the early formulation of the Star Luo plan, mankind has eliminated most alien races in the solar system in an organized manner. In the future, the vision of the Federation is to spread the glory of human civilization inside and outside the galaxy.

"Papa Papa Papa Papa..."

There was thunderous applause in the main venue where the mobilization speech was held.

At least on the surface.

But in fact, the large number of new generations in the Federation did not seem to be very cold about the plan of this tribe's expedition to the outer galaxy.

Living well in the solar system, rushing to move is really meaningless.

As for the threat of the White Land, in the past few decades, they have also cooperated quite happily with this group of pre-humans who claim to be holy walkers.

Although there are occasional quarrels due to the differences in the three views, it is not a contradiction that is difficult to bridge.

Many of them had relatives with the Federation many years ago. It was said that decades ago, it was not good to have carried qiāng together, lived in the same window together, and had friendship with each other.

It was only because of differences in ideas that human beings split into two factions.

Especially the new generation born outside the earth, they have no feelings about the so-called hometown at all.

But the high-level federal leaders who have experienced the pre-separatist era clearly know that this is just an occasional period of stability in Bai Mo's unstable zhàdàn.

For a true immortal who has lived for more than ten thousand years, there is no bubbling for 30 to 40 years, and it is no different from ordinary people taking a few months of summer vacation.

However, this fairy's "vacation" is equivalent to half of an ordinary person's life.

Individuals with the best news know that the past few decades of the disappearance of the white ink were only the result of the ferry return.

Perhaps many dark people had hoped that he would fail to cross the Tribulation and end his sinful life, but now the other party is clearly returning triumphantly, and even has the ability to move towards the sun.

The solar system shouldn’t be left for long.

Five words sum up everything.

Companion with a monarch is like a companion with a tiger.

Regardless of the confusion and dissatisfaction of the new generation of transcendents, the plan of preparing for the expedition has not been affected at all.

The lofty parliamentarians can't bear to have an arbitrary "god" on their heads.

Since it cannot be defeated, then take the initiative to stay away.

As for the ordinary citizens living on the Great Thousand Leadership, the impact of all this is not big, anyway, they have lived on the leadership whose internal environment is like the surface of the planet for their entire lives.

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"I said it, it makes no sense."

Xinglingyi, who was cut in half by Baimo's reversal sword, almost completely eliminated the martial arts will entangled in his body for continuous destruction in a few seconds.

"It will make sense." Bai Mo didn't think so, once again condensed thousands of hands of black shadows and slashed towards each other.

Yi didn't answer any more, his backhand was a bunch of giant "grapes", smashing into the center of the black shadow incarnation of Bai Mo.

The dark part of the ice disappeared and the snow melted instantly under the conversion of mass and energy.

However, this is only better than nothing.

Both of them are giants comparable in size to planets, and destruction within a range of one or two hundred square kilometers is not at all painful.

In the eyes of low-level transcendents, moving mountains and reclaiming the sea, there is no way to escape the possibility of map guns, and they are mosquito bites.

The mass that Bai Mo lost was only equal to the amount he ate in a few seconds inside the sun.

And the number of grapes he wiped out with each knife was roughly equal to the amount that Yi would eat in a few seconds inside the sun.

If nothing else, the two of them can compete for hundreds of thousands of years in this battle.

The most likely outcome is that two guys who eat and fight, in the battle that lasted for hundreds of years, wiped out the sun.

Bai Mo obviously didn't have so much time to spend with this star.

From the beginning, he hadn't planned to kill each other on the sun.

This is the absolute home of the Protoss. I really want to eliminate it completely, even if I am a bit higher than the opponent, it will take at least a hundred years.

If he was really the kind of true fairy with a life span of tens of thousands of years, it would not be too wasteful to consume this amount, but the curse of Dao Hua would severely limit his time.

"Tao-Yan -"

At this moment, in the endless attrition battle between the white ink representing the darkness and the Xinglingyi representing nothingness, a layer of white light with some mysterious aura suddenly appeared.

There seems to be endless information, in the white light that can't stay in these blazing flames.

"what is this?!"

From the moment when the white light appeared, Yi has been staring at the white light, even putting the liánzhàn fight aside.

It can easily read the information in the white light.

That is a whole path that can be moved on!

Open the way to yourself without reservation!

Compared to what he "sees" in front of him, Yi feels that the inheritance within the Protoss clan is simply pitiful, even though most of those inheritances were made by himself.

But it’s no wonder that they have not been able to open up their minds for a hundred years, and even the characters and languages ​​of the population have no mature primitive protoss civilization. They all rely on instinct, rely on sensation practice, and there is no systematic summary and induction, let alone a system.

It is indeed incomparable to the transformation of Taoism that has gathered countless wisdom and exchanges with human beings.

What Bai Mo showed it was exactly what he thought of the original manuscript back then, and then a copy was thrown to the Federation, and the other was made public on the Baizhi Dadi intranet.

Later, they also used supercomputer simulation, plus a large number of monks to improve day and night.

A monk who cannot be cultivated may not be able to directly toss this method of transformation, but through decomposition, simplification, and splitting it into countless small modules, he can still contribute to its optimization.

...

Yi was struggling.

The road that is completely open to yourself is so **** it!

It was going to reincarnate again, and even the race had to be transformed into the opponent's appearance.

That is a complete change from the inside out, the real spiritual level!

And there is less than half of the success rate.

But there is a temptation that he can't resist at all-lifespan ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Protoss is an extremely short-lived existence.

The low-level protoss at the bottom have a natural life span of less than three years, and the burning core will slowly extinguish like a candle in the wind and re-turn into a ray of Mars in the sun.

Countless protoss in this ocean of light and heat, cycle of life and death at a rate of two to three years.

It is as strong as the four first-level protoss, but only has a life span of only a hundred years.

Without these foreign enemies, they might have a good mentality.

Compared to their siblings who are like meteors, it has been a long time since they have fifty times the length of their lifespan.

But everything is afraid of comparison.

If you reincarnated as a human race, even if you were just a guy at the bottom, he would have a good life for eighty years.

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