Village Building Order Frenzy

Trumpet 09 Zhang Yang was 'unconscious' for thirty minutes.

It was really a long thirty minutes, because he himself knew that although these members of the Xing clan looked stupid and thick, as if they lacked a string in their brains, they were actually as smart as foxes.

It was because of their negative aura of being cursed and hunted down by the big spray that they became what they are today, so if his acting skills were seen through, he would have no choice but to run away.

Fortunately, when he opened his eyes again and 'woke up', everything was normal. His fiancée, who was nine meters tall and weighed ninety-eight tons, was staring at him affectionately with tears in her eyes. , the distance between the two sides is only a few centimeters, an extremely dangerous distance.

But Zhang Yang still restrained a series of horrible symptoms such as hair standing on end all over his body, retching, nausea, stomach pain, headache, arthralgia, femoral head necrosis, etc. There was a complex of shock, surprise, joy and many other emotions in his eyes.

"Are you—ready?"

"Well, it's all over, my husband, from now on, you are the supreme patriarch of the Xing Clan." The thick, tall and moving princess said with tears in her eyes, wait, it's agreed to be the fiancé's, and the blood of the Witch Clan Recovery is too overbearing.

Zhang Yang was too frightened to move, but he still quickly said in an excited tone:

"No, there is no Xing Clan anymore. From now on, there is only the Ancient Warrior Clan."

He will never forget the serious business, and his real purpose is to bring up the ancient war witch clan.

"Okay, it's time to completely regain the former glory of our family. If we hesitate any longer, we will really exterminate our family." The burly princess seemed to have made a decision, so she took out a personal item and handed it to Zhang Yang.

"Husband, this is a core ancestral line that our family has passed down from ancient times. It is a part that was separated from the heart of the earth. It carries the hope of our ancient warrior clan, but now I hope to use this core ancestral line Heal your husband, and then lead us out of the shadow of despair."

"Nuclear core ancestry?"

This time Zhang Yang was really shocked. As a guy who has a deep understanding of the history of the ancient Wu clan and a guy who has a limited understanding of the core nature of the fourth sequence, he understands what the core ancestry means, because even if it is The Sword Immortal civilization on the main body does not have a similar core leyline.

Let's put it this way, the core ancestry of the ancient witch clan is similar to the emperor's throne in the mortal world, which is an extremely noble privilege and something highly recognized by time.

As for why, it is very simple.

Any civilization that survives in the fourth sequence must survive a time catastrophe before it is eligible to obtain the core leylines.

Only those who have survived two time cataclysms are eligible to obtain a core ancestral line.

It can be represented by the simplest data.

After going through a time catastrophe, the heaven and the earth self-generated the core earth veins, and the lifespan of the heaven and earth reached 500 million years.

After two catastrophes of time, the heaven and earth self-generated core ancestral veins, and the lifespan of heaven and earth reached five billion years.

After three times of time calamity, the heaven and the earth self-generated the core divine veins, and the lifespan of the heaven and earth reached 50 billion years.

As for what will happen to a civilization that has experienced four or more time catastrophes, Zhang Yang doesn't know.

In short, even the incomplete core ancestry is of extraordinary value.

At this moment, Zhang Yang was tremblingly about to accept this precious gift, but the princess took a step aside to let out the white-bearded wizard behind him.

At this moment, the old guy was staring at Zhang Yang with eyes as deep and wise as the sea, and then slowly said, "Xing Tian, ​​where did the secret technique you used just now come from? Those who have never known that I and the witch clan have related secret arts."

Hearing this, Zhang Yang hummed in his heart. Sure enough, these guys are not easy to fool. Fortunately, I was prepared, otherwise the car would overturn at this moment.

"To be honest about this matter," Zhang Yang showed a trace of shame, "You are right, great witch, what I just used was not my method of fighting witches, but my method from a place in the far north. I got it from the ruins, there were many strange things suppressed under the ruins at that time, it's a pity that there are only fragments of this method, otherwise I would-cough cough!"

Following a burst of violent 'coughing up blood', Zhang Yang really took out a strange black skull with one horn. This skull did not belong to a member of the Xing clan. The meaning flows from it, and it is extraordinary at first glance. As for whether others can realize something, it has nothing to do with him, anyway, he himself has realized it.

The white-bearded witch took over the black skull, and the seriousness in his expression finally relaxed, apparently his doubts about Zhang Yang had begun to disappear.

And after consulting for a while, the old man still couldn't figure it out, so he really asked: "Now that the evil spirits are rampant, can you teach me your method of suppressing evil spirits?"

Zhang Yang smiled wryly, "Of course I am willing to report back to the great witch, but I still don't know how I learned it in the first place, it's like a dream. In addition, I don't think it's some kind of mysterious power, it's more like It's some kind of sacrifice, and it needs to be sacrificed to activate it."

When Zhang Yang said this, the great wizard and the other wizards glanced at each other, as if they had thought of something, and then nodded to the princess.

"Your Highness, if things are really as Xing Tian said, then most of this method of suppressing evil comes from the hands of my Zhan Wu clan's deadly enemy, the disgusting clan, because this one-horned skull is the characteristic of the clan-wearying people. There is a unique way to counteract the curse, but it is a pity that back then, I, the Zhanwu Clan, turned into the Xing Clan, and searched for the clues of the Mizuzu's wandering in the void, but plunged into this place of death, and the Mizuzu had already become the blood of the ancient god. Food."

The great shaman is indeed the smartest and most knowledgeable one, he found the foundation in just a few words, and determined the nature of this matter, and the burly princess believed it completely.

Zhang Yang watched with 'weak' cold eyes, but he just sneered in his heart. Sure enough, love is here to deceive people. The princess's remarks just now are really good acting skills. Fortunately, his morality is even better. India pushes it to the misogynistic curse.

As for the head of the blood-hating clan, it is an old antique that was unearthed by other trumpets many years ago. After all, they are all spy trumpets responsible for inquiring about information. The civilization before the Xingzu people inferred the rules and reality of the "game" of the ancient gods.

Therefore, in terms of understanding of misanthropy, he must be better than this great witch, after all, he has never been alone.

"Husband, can this evil-suppressing method be permanent, or at least semi-permanent, and can it last for a period of time? After all, there are still many people of the same family who are suffering from the cursed plague. Every time I think about it, my heart breaks."

At this time, the stout princess was sitting on the side of the bed again, grabbing Zhang Yang with her huge hands—the same rough and huge hands asked sadly, teardrops the size of watermelons fell, and Zhang Yang's clothes were smashed and thumped, very loudly. It's almost wet.

Zhang Yang scolded in his heart, but at this moment he showed a resolute expression, watermelon-sized tears rolled out uncontrollably, and he choked up as if his throat was on fire: "My wife, don't cry. Life—I'm afraid it can't be done, that kind of method needs to sacrifice at least five million years of life, but now, I only have a few decades of life left, I can't have children with you, I die Don't rest in peace!"

"Can sacrificing five million years of longevity cure evil forever?" The white-bearded wizard on the side entered again, and the draftsman, didn't you see our watermelons rolling all over the floor?

Zhang Yang maintained a sad angle of looking at the sky at 90 degrees, and his watermelon-sized tears shrank back. After all, his tears were only shed for the woman he loves. As a licking circle, I am honored, I-vomit, I can't make it up anymore.

"No." Zhang Yang shook his head sadly, "Five million years of sacrifice can only solidify three years of evil suppression, sorry, I'm too useless—"

Watermelon-sized tears poured out again.

Watermelon: Come on, I'm just messing with someone! ! !

Hearing Zhang Yang's words, he looked at the black one-horned skull again. The white-bearded witch and the stout princess glanced at each other, and they both saw a kind of meat bun in their eyes. The grit of the wolf, strong, determined, resolute, nutty!

"Husband, are you willing to die for me?"

The stout princess pressed on Zhang Yang's body again, her voice distraught.

Zhang Yang: I've been crushed to death by you, okay?

Watermelon-sized tears rolled out again.

"I... I am willing! As long as you can live, I am content."

Zhang Yang showed a gratified smile.

"Then now, this core ancestral vein is fused by you, and the power of the ancestral vein can lend you 30 million years of life. How long can it be solidified this time?"

White Beard entered again. Of course, considering that Zhang Yang was dying and unconscious at the moment, it was understandable.

"Thirty million years, probably, no, it can be permanently solidified for three hundred years! And it can cover the entire royal city, but I don't know—I don't know how many people in the clan can be saved in time, I, I am so sad!"

Zhang Yang whimpered and cried, tears the size of a wine jar fell out this time, sorry, he was so excited.

How many lifespans did the main body spend to create a complete God of Plague seal, the total amount was less than two million, and what was obtained was a permanent Plague God seal that could cover the entire world, but now—tsk tsk tsk.

The princess and the bearded wizards made eye contact again.

"Your Highness, we must do this. If we delay this any longer, our Zhan Wu clan will be completely wiped out, and—"

The voice of the great shaman suddenly disappeared, but this was a secret voice transmission with the princess, and he should be discussing in case Zhang Yang took the core ancestral line and ran away.

But without their discussion, Zhang Yang knew that if he couldn't get away, the core ancestral line would not really be handed over to him, but he might be given an authority, what authority, a super shareholder.

At that time, he will be able to share enough life essence from the core ancestors.

This is the correct way to open.

After all, no one is a fool.

Therefore, he also had to create a small Plague God Seal that could be solidified for a long time.

Theoretically, this is impossible. The God of Plague Seal must be completed within the specified time, otherwise it will dissipate.

But Zhang Yang has his own way, as long as he can maintain the Plague God Seal for three to five days, and when the main body kills the Plague God's Heart, the power of the big spray will automatically perish and dissipate, and the thick princess will still have a big white beard How could they possibly know the truth? At most, they thought that this evil-suppressing method was so powerful that it brought our world back to life.

Then Zhang Yang is tantamount to using the empty glove white wolf method to get assets worth at least 10 million years of life at the cost of less than 100,000 years of life, and ask you whether you are convinced or not.

Hey, am I too good?

Well, the main body, quickly abdicate and make way for the virtuous!