Village Building Order Frenzy

Lavender bed nets with patterns, velvet quilts, exquisite furniture, soft and thick carpets, and gorgeous lamps all symbolize the noble status of the host.

However, at this moment, the strong smell of herbs mixed with the smell of rotting flesh filled the whole room, and the uncontrollable and painful coughing sounded continuously, no matter how noble the blood status was, it was useless in the face of the epidemic.

No. 09 Zhang Yang looked at the half-rotten woman on the bed who could still breathe, and shook his head regretfully.

If possible, he really wants to save this woman, not only because she is his fiancée, but also because as long as he marries this woman, he can gain most of the control over the entire kingdom, which is of great importance to his plan. It is important to help, but now it seems that everything is not necessary.

Walking out of the room, No. 09 Zhang Yang heaved a long sigh, the Xing clan members are cocooning themselves, of course he is also cocooning himself.

They all thought that they could use the witch fire to guide the big droplet to come, but unexpectedly, although the guidance was successful, and it really temporarily pushed back some intentions of the "game" ancient god, it also successfully attracted the core level of the big droplet the power of.

A terrible plague, with an indescribable curse, broke out crazily within a few days. It first polluted the earth's veins, and then the already crumbling heavens fell, and the entire world of Xingzu became a playground for big droplets.

Even if it is as strong as a god, it can only linger on.

His fiancée, who had been conquered for hundreds of years, was already close to a god in strength, and now she can't hold on.

As for No. 09 Zhang Yang himself, he was captured by that unspeakable curse early on. If it wasn’t for his own passivated true spirit particles that can suppress the mutations in his body, he would have died a long time ago, no, or It has become a plague spirit under the control of Big Spray!

"I'm probably the most unlucky and most failed trumpet."

With a wry smile, Zhang Yang looked at the extremely prosperous capital a few days ago, but now it is a hell on earth.

This huge city has a history of 100,000 years, and there are two gods sitting in it. It is known as the most invincible Satre mango (Xingzu language: giant of the earth, and the Xingzu civilization adopts the kingdom system, and there is no secular isolation).

"I don't know how the main body is preparing? The original plan was to strive for a buffer of 1,000 to 2,000 years, but it only lasted for 500 years."

No. 09 Zhang Yang sighed, and due to the suspected will of the ancient god of the game, he has not communicated with the main body for five hundred years, and only transmits some information one-way from time to time.

Now, he only needs to complete the last one-way information intelligence, and then he can die calmly.

No. 09 Zhang Yang walked slowly, not far away was piled up with swollen corpses, but hideous monsters kept crawling out of the corpses, or the corpses simply turned into new monsters.

The sky was gloomy, and there was only a dark vortex left, which seemed to be some kind of evil eye, but in fact it was the fallen heaven and earth infected by the big droplets in the Xingzu world.

At this moment, under the will of the big spray, it continuously rains poisonous rain and evil wind on this land, destroying and infusing every surviving creature.

And on the earth, evil and filthy seeds emerged from the soil and corpse water, and thrived. They stretched out their teeth and claws in strange shapes, and kept singing a strange song that ordinary people could not hear. The wind blows into the distance, over mountains, over rivers, tall city walls, powerful witchcraft, and supernatural powers cannot stop them. They will penetrate into the souls of any living beings, among the true spirits, and they will be on the verge of death all the time. Screaming, roaring, polluting, tearing.

The criminals, it's over.

The fire of civilization passed down from the ancient Wu clan is also completely over.

No. 09 Zhang Yang walked step by step, and smashed all the plague corpses, plague spirits, and plague insects blocking the way with a huge hammer with a blank face. The black flesh and blood were like cinders swirling, paving a road behind him. Spacious runway.

"boom!"

The houses on the street in front suddenly began to collapse in a large area, and then a dark hand several times larger than the locomotive protruded out. With just a push, half of the street collapsed again, revealing a burly giant with a height of 100 meters.

"It's you, father-in-law."

No. 09 Zhang Yang's mouth curled up. The person in front of him was the former king, the god of the Xing clan, and the igniter of the ancient witch fire. He was once an important partner in Zhang Yang's plan.

When the change happened four days ago, Zhang Yang entrusted him to guard their own leylines. After all, for the Xing tribe, it doesn't matter if the sky collapses, but the leylines must not be lost.

As a result, it now appears that this future father-in-law has been impregnated by the power of the big spray, and has completely fallen.

"Then, let's make a break!"

Zhang Yang smiled wryly, he didn't want to escape anymore, and he couldn't beat him, and he didn't expect the subject to avenge him, alas, being a trumpet is a life of a thief!

"The Will of the Earth!"

With a low growl, the huge hammer in his hand, which was originally three meters long on each side, lit up with battle patterns of the ancient witch clan. This is the strongest on the surface of the earth that he has deciphered in the past five hundred years by studying the blood inheritance of the ancient witch clan. War pattern, as long as there is enough ground force to support it, even a god can get down.

As for this giant hammer, he made it out of two black and white bricks that suppress luck, and it can be regarded as an artifact.

I think that at the beginning, he relied on this sledgehammer and the strongest hammer on the surface of the earth to blow up the fiancé's father of his fiancée who was still arrogant at the time, and thus captured the heart of his stronger fiancée, and then started He made a brutal marriage proposal, and now that he has lost the support of the power of the earth's veins at this time, here, and in this situation, then it is right to say goodbye to himself.

"Umagri poisoned Allah!"

The former father-in-law, who was a hundred meters tall, suddenly heard a voice from the mouth of the fallen god, but it was the language of the ancient witch clan.

The translated meaning is—surrender to our Lord, offer your true spirit, and you will have eternal life.

If it wasn't for the wrong scene, Zhang Yang would have laughed, how about making fun of your sister? Such a low-level line, a billion times the bad reviews are good!

Holding a sledgehammer in hand, he jumped to a height of a thousand meters, and the will of the war-patterned earth on the sledgehammer instantly evolved, like a towering mountain with a radius of hundreds of miles crashing down.

The fallen god on the ground suddenly opened its big mouth, as if it was laughing, no, its big mouth was expanding, and it expanded to thousands of square kilometers in an instant, and rotten air gushed out of the big mouth!

The mountain-like giant hammer in Zhang Yang's hand began to shatter into pieces like rotten mushrooms before it fell, and the war pattern of the will of the earth flickered, ready to be extinguished at any time.

With a sigh, Zhang Yang didn't want to avoid it, anyway, he would die, so he jumped in and blew himself up!

And at this moment, a ray of spiritual light lit up, like a ray of golden sunlight piercing through the fog, directly enveloping Zhang Yang's mind.

"Come on, I can finally connect to the Internet!"

Zhang Yang almost shed tears of excitement.

It only took one thousandth of a second, the subject's consciousness and the consciousness of the 09 trumpet synchronized the information and data.

Then in the next one-thousandth of a second, 09's trumpet Zhang Yang knew everything, and he even thought about feeling that Qu Shang, the female supporting role of ten thousand years, no, thirty thousand years, was finally about to be righted.

In one second, networking ends.

The main body did not send any huge resources, nor did it have any power to deliver, but just data synchronization is enough.

The sledgehammer in his hand was half rotten, chaotic—the ancient law of black and white was still a bit weak in the face of the core pollution of the big droplets, and Zhang Yang jumped into the giant mouth.

"Plague God Seal!"

Printing, carving, all done in one go!

A Plague God Seal that was only one-twentieth completed appeared in front of Zhang Yang. Even if the unfinished Plague God Seal would dissipate in a few minutes, it was enough to severely damage the fallen god.

The golden light exploded, thousands of auspicious colors, instantly destroying the surrounding darkness, leaving nowhere to hide from any filthy shadows!

"boom!"

A large hole with a diameter of more than a kilometer was directly melted away by the power of the God of Plague Seal, and Zhang Yang fell down intact, while the fallen god who had been severely injured jumped into the big hole with a wail, and fled to the depths of the earth.

"Phew! I didn't expect that the main body would be so awesome in just five hundred years. The plague god's seal is really awesome, and the plan of the plague god's heart is really daring. Hey, Xiao Shangshang's figure is really good."

The 09 trumpet made public and laughed happily. This is really a hopeless situation.

Well, what surprised him the most was that Qu Shang was so courageous, how brave!

But then again, Qu Shang has really followed him for more than 30,000 years, life and death all the way, even if he is a little ambitious, but he has never let him down.

At the beginning, he actually disliked him very much, when Qu Shang recommended himself for the first time.

"So, Zhang · Ice-cold scumbag · delicious watermelon · wooden spear rebellion · pit pit phase pit · Yang Are you delicious? Haha!"

After teasing himself, Zhang Yang quickly recovered. The main body cannot come here, so he can only rely on himself to find the core strength of the big spray, and then accurately lock it.

In short, there is nothing wrong with the trumpet serving the main body.