Reborn for ten thousand years, the Eternal Heavenly Lord

Ruan Qingtian has been laughed at by Zhongtian Realm all his life, but now he can become the master of one-third of Zhongtian Realm, even in name. Who in the world can do this?

To accomplish such a big thing in the Zhongtian Realm, in addition to planning, it is also necessary to integrate many factors such as the right time, the right place, the right people, and other factors. Otherwise, no matter how deep the plan is, it cannot be completely hidden from everyone. Now, apart from the background of the Upper Heaven Realm, Are there any others?

Is it enough to rely on the protection and support of the big man in the heaven to have godhood, fight against disasters, and share the respect of the three realms?

Po Meng also began to think deeply.

Time is precious and cannot be wasted. Wu Su seemed to feel something. He flew out of the mountain where he was practicing, flew into the sky, and shot to the ground from high in the sky.

His hands hit each other to make two "pop" sounds, which attracted everyone's attention. He looked at several people with different expressions, cleared his throat, and waited for a while, until Meng Shenjun's eyes were filled with light. When he spoke, this light was not an expectation, but a sign of anger. He was afraid that if he continued to pretend, he would be fed by Po Meng.

"Not many people know about Ruan Qingtian, but some do know."

Zhang Clan frowned, feeling like he couldn't let go: "Why are you still allowing him to take action?"

"It's only a matter of time before the Zhongtian Realm is discovered, but have you noticed that in order to monopolize the fortune of the Zhongtian Realm, the current demons invade in interface units. No alien creatures enter, so the credit must be given to them. , after all, there are many incense burners and many ghosts, so it is best to eat alone. Not only will they block the news, but they will also kill some outside creatures who get the news to prevent the news from leaking.

It is not easy for Zhongtian to cultivate his vitality for so many years. Why does Uncle Mao stick to the passage and why there is a dark killing path? This is not something that can be cultivated in Zhongtian. How many years ago, the inheritance of Zhongtian was almost cut off, and the stars were broken. Broken, without the stars, there would be no Zhongtian. In order to leave the Zhongtian world, the ancestors did a lot of things and paid an unimaginable price to mend the situation.

Who is better at planning?

Letting the monsters in and defending together is one of them. "

The frown on Zhang Clan's brows was lifted, his eyes were wide open, and he looked at Wu Su in disbelief. The matter was finally figured out. He suddenly felt a little heavier on his shoulders, causing his feet to sink into the ground unconsciously: "Then who is the backer of Cangsheng Sect?"

Wu Su felt the heavy weight of the Zhang family. As the fourth generation patriarch of the Wentian Sect, the arrangement for him to protect this small world was considered well-intentioned. The Zhang family was the eighth generation Wentian disciple. It was time to know something deeper about it. It's a hierarchical thing.

He stepped forward and patted Zhang Clan on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Young man, are you scared?"

"I'm not afraid. I just feel like I'm not capable enough to take up the burden all at once."

Wu Su smiled even more happily, and the smile on his face was so thick that he couldn't help it. This kid made him more happy than Wu Hao, "Just don't be afraid. What are you afraid of? Millions of monsters can be used by the Zhongtian Realm, what else? So scary.”

This laughter is full of fighting spirit, unyielding and self-confidence. There is no coward among Wentian Sect disciples.

"Let's go and fight. Don't forget, you still have us behind you. Don't dare to say anything else. In this three-acre land of Zhongtian Realm, your ancestor will protect you, so you will have no worries."

Zhang Zu pulled up his feet that were stuck in the ground and shook off the sand and soil stuck to his shoes. Hearing this, he paused for a moment, but did not get the answer he wanted to know. He stopped shaking his legs, stood up straight, and said to Wu Su seriously. : "I want to have a real experience and be able to give it a try. I can't always be sheltered under the wings of the sect. I don't want to be unable to take responsibility when disaster strikes, and watch my lover and relatives being killed but be powerless."

Wu Su was stunned. There was a lot of resentment in Zhang Clan's words. It seemed that he had been holding it in for a long time. He thought for a while and said unnaturally: "Ancestor doesn't protect you every day. He just uses the method of divination to help you determine your good or bad luck." , It doesn’t mean that much, it’s just...”

Zhang Clan's emotions are very pure, with a clear distinction between love and hate, and strong opinions. He put his emotion on his face and insisted on his own thoughts to Wu Su: "I want to go to the devil world to experience. I can't grow up under the protection of the sect all the time. You also I said that time in the Zhongtian Realm is precious, and I want to grow up, at least not to be the object of protection all the time. Besides, I already have people to protect, and I need to become stronger in order to protect more people."

He turned his head and looked in the direction of Burning Blade. When he mentioned that there was someone he wanted to protect, his clear eyes were a little shy.

Wu Su continued to laugh awkwardly, covering up his embarrassment with laughter, and laughed intermittently. Then he suddenly realized that he couldn't help it anymore. He was amused by his embarrassing laughter, and he laughed out loud for his sect. I am also proud of this disciple.

"Okay, he is a man. From today on, you can follow me."

"Ancestor, I want to be independent!"

A violent bullet hit Zhang Clan's head, and Wu Su said angrily: "If I don't teach you a few ways to save your life, if you really die, the eighth generation of Wentian will be terminated. Should I go to hell to find a school? Yumu Brain, it’s so good to study, it’s a thousand times smarter than you, hey!”

"Parents, then... what about me?" Hu Dou, who had already identified the Zhang family as the sons of the Zhongtian Realm, was suddenly shocked when he saw that Wu Su was going to take away the Zhang family.

If the Zhang clan is not here and the rules of heaven and earth directly kill him, who can he ask to explain? It will feel very painful to be struck by lightning.

"boom"

A giant transformed hand grabbed the ground where Fu Dou was and stepped away.

Invasions and counterattacks occur every day in the Zhongtian world. Ruan Qingtian is holding back his ultimate move, Zhang Clan is learning his ultimate move, but what about Wu Hao in the scholarly world?

"Ahem..." He habitually exhaled turbid air. After being injured by Mr. Da's Tao, his consciousness could not fully recover, and even his body was affected. He often hunched over and walked slowly back and forth in the Confucian Temple. Walking, accompanied by intermittent coughing.

The disciples of the Confucian Temple have long been accustomed to a young man walking around the building like an old man, and they all respectfully call him sir when they meet him. I feel that my husband is in good spirits these days, and he even hears less coughing. I don’t know if it’s an illusion, but his rickety waist seems to have straightened up.

From the Confucian Temple to sweeping the mountain, one after another, I read the poems on the stone tablets. When I read something that touches me, I stay and let the emotion or touch settle down before going to the next level. Among the disciples of the literary group, I am very fond of He has many stories about his deeds, and he is also aware of this gentleman's achievements. He often has good intentions for his whereabouts, such as leaving water bottles or food.

This matter has been going on for a while, and no matter how gossiping people follow his footsteps, it becomes boring for a while, and everyone slowly goes about their own business.

The gentleman who was walking slowly seemed to be sensing something, and he pinched his fingers quickly. His withered face slowly showed light, his smile slowly widened, and he suddenly said in a voice that only he could hear: "It's time!"