The years when I would transform

At this time, in the South China Sea of ​​China on Earth, the highest leader of China was watching the live broadcast of the cosmic media with a deep gaze. He said to the current President Liu of the Chinese Academy of Sciences: "I hope that the mortals' layout will go smoothly. Whether the Yanhuang people can truly return to the universe depends on this battle."

"I firmly believe in the inheritance of Emperor Yan, and I also firmly believe in mortals." Dean Liu has an indescribable confidence in mortals. He seems to think that even if mortals do not obtain the fusion of Emperor Yan's residual thoughts, they can still successfully lay out.

"President Liu, although Sun Wukong is one of the most outstanding evolvers in the past two thousand years, the opponent is a private evolver who has lived for more than eight thousand years. Can Sun Wukong be his opponent?"

There was a hint of worry in the chairman's tone. The power and unfathomable depth of Yinfeng made him full of uncertainty about the upcoming showdown.

If the Yanhuang tribe cannot create the illusion that they are unfathomable, then they will always be regarded as an inferior race, and the subsequent plans of mortals will not be implemented. In the long run, the Yanhuang tribe will eventually be enslaved by other races and forced to hand over the legendary [divine objects] and [eight nine mysterious skills], that is, the transformation method.

The Yanhuang tribe should not even think about handing over the [divine object] in exchange for a chance to survive, because the Yanhuang tribe itself does not know what this so-called [divine object] is...

Even if they really possess the [divine object], will the Yanhuang tribe hand it over?

The backbone of the Yanhuang race is famous throughout the universe, otherwise they would not have been killed and reduced to a lowly race.

The Chairman's concerns are not without reason.

Yin Feng, an evolver who has lived for more than 8,000 years, has experience and strength that cannot be matched by Sun Wukong. However, President Liu responded to the chairman's concerns with a calm attitude.

"Chairman, have you forgotten the wisdom of mortals?" Dean Liu said with a smile, "Mortals once said that Sun Wukong is one of his trump cards. Since he dares to say so, there must be other plans. Mortals' plans are always beyond our imagination. I believe that he must have a way to deal with the hidden salary."

After hearing this, the chairman nodded slightly, with a hint of expectation in his eyes. He knew that President Liu's trust in Fan Ren was not groundless. In the past few years, Fan Ren had led the Yanhuang people out of many difficulties with his wisdom and courage.

The members of Yihu Chennianjiu have all made their mark in various fields. The wisdom of ordinary people, the execution of Xiaotian Dog, and the fighting power of Wang Xiao...

Uh!

And Wei Yan's ability to act cool and be thick-skinned...

It is a pity that Empress Su Yin is no longer with us. Otherwise, she would have been a famous assassin in the universe...

The Chairman sighed and said, "Our Yanhuang people have already fought a desperate battle..."

The words were full of heaviness and helplessness. The Yanhuang clan was indeed in a situation of fighting a do-or-die battle. If the Yanhuang clan could not create the illusion that strong people were emerging in an endless stream this time, then the Yanhuang clan had no future.

Among all the races in the universe, only the ancestral planet Earth of the Yanhuang race is not afraid of being attacked. Most of the people on Earth are ordinary people anyway, so what if the Earth is destroyed?

The evolvers have all fled into the universe, so what if they killed ordinary people?

Moreover, the mortals have long said that no matter how dangerous the Earth is, they must not come back to rescue without permission...

This is why people who are barefoot are not afraid of wearing shoes!

I don't even want a home anymore, what else can you do to me?

The survivors of Blue Star left behind the "seeds" of the Yanhuang Clan, and their bloodline continued. Therefore, the Yanhuang Clan on Earth had only one goal...

Dry!

Mortals want to make the outside races in the universe think that the Yanhuang clan is a clan that becomes stronger when faced with stronger opponents and is indomitable. If the enemy continues to become stronger, a more powerful force will emerge from the Yanhuang clan.

To put it simply, if you hit the small one, a big one will pop out. If you hit the big one, an old one will pop out. What if you hit the old one?

Will an old antique jump out?

If these old antiques do not abide by the moral code of war and launch a surprise attack on the planets under their control, who can tolerate it?

It's impossible to arrange a legendary figure who is supreme and free of thoughts, or even in the state of integration with the gods, to be in charge of each planet, right?

The Yanhuang clan is single, and the Earth is in the Milky Way. If you want to fight, just go ahead, come on, let’s hurt each other…

This is an open conspiracy, and an almost shameless one at that.

The hostile races of the Yanhuang tribe will not sit idly by and watch the forces formed by mortals expand and develop, and mortals will not allow the Yanhuang tribe to continue to develop slowly and in a low-key manner, so the current situation has been caused.

The Chairman’s heavy sigh drifted away in the wind of the South China Sea, and it seemed that even the wind felt the helplessness and determination of the Yanhuang people at this moment.

Indeed, the Yanhuang tribe has stood on the brink of life and death, and a desperate battle has become their only choice...

In the live broadcast of the cosmic media at this time, Wen Zhong transformed into a crane. His feathers were as pure and dazzling as snow. His white feathers fluttered like snowflakes. With a pair of wings, he looked like an angel descending, sweeping out patches of light.

Yin Feng had an indifferent expression. He still stretched out one hand and waved it lightly, extinguishing all the light. Then he flicked his fingers calmly, and with the sound of thunder, Zhao Zilong, who was holding the Seven-Star Lamp, was blasted away.

Zhao Zilong coughed up blood, 70% of his bones were broken. The light of the Seven Star Lamp quickly healed Zhao Zilong's body.

"You are no match for me, but you don't run away. Are you waiting for reinforcements from your Yanhuang tribe?"

Yin Feng's voice echoed in the universe, with a hint of disdain and ridicule, scanning Wen Zhong and Zhao Zilong as if he was looking at two insignificant ants.

"I'm very curious, are there any other masters in your Yanhuang tribe?"

Not only Yin Feng was curious, but evolvers of almost all races were curious. They all believed that the strongest evolver of the Yanhuang tribe was here, because for thousands of years, it had been people like Huo Qubing and Zhao Zilong who had been dealing with them.

Apart from them, there were no other strong men in the Yanhuang tribe.

But now the actions of Zhao Zilong and others are very strange. They are no match for Yinfeng at all, but they don't run away and still come to die. Is there something wrong with the brains of the Yanhuang people?

Do you have to bury the strongest evolver here?

Huo Qubing suddenly laughed out loud, with a flash of disdain in his eyes. He said proudly: "How can a waste like you who has only accumulated knowledge over the years but has no ability to comprehend it be able to peek into the profound heritage of our Yanhuang people?"

Yinfeng is more than 8,000 years old. When he was 7,300 years old, he broke through the realm of heaven and man and reached the realm of supreme thoughtlessness. He is extremely talented.

But in Huo Qubing's mouth, the inheritance became a waste that relied on living long to reach the supreme state of no thoughts. This sentence was really hurtful.

In fact, Huo Qubing did not really mean to ridicule the pension, but he really looked down on it.

He believed that Yin Feng, as a member of the Golden Horn Tribe, one of the top ten races, possessed endless resources and evolution methods, but it took him more than 7,000 years to reach his current level. He was simply a waste.

If he himself possessed the resources of a pension, he would be able to break through to the supreme state of no thoughts at the age of three thousand.

"It's really a waste."

Huo Qubing’s good friend, Zhao Zilong, was coughing up blood while “finishing the job”, and he was doing it very seriously!