One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

The man wearing the bronze mask was extremely confused: "Why, you, who inherited Yuelong, and at the same time harbored such anger and hatred, would stand by Jiuhua?"

Long Bo stared at the painter for a long time, then suddenly smiled and said, "Painter, do you know what [Long Bo]'s image is in the Jiuhua myth, and what does it refer to?"

Longbo is a grown-up, with a body of thirty feet.A few steps around the universe, sucking in giant clouds.Cangming is the roof of the room, and Beihai is the basin.One fished six fish and died, and two mountains sank due to land.

"It means... fisherman."

"31 years..."

In his eyes, the "absolutely not false" that the painter said was burning... blood hatred.

"In order to catch your giant claw..."

"I'm whole..." Every word of the man seems to be soaked with bloody pain, it is a mortal blood feud that has been repeated for 1 days and nights, carved into the bones and blood, and pierced into the soul!

"...I have been waiting for 31 years!"

Hanba said to him - "You have to be worthy of your hatred"

Now, standing here with an identity that even the painter couldn't see through, he finally deserves his hatred.

"31 years..." The painter couldn't think of such a long time ago, but he could understand what he meant from Long Bo's tone.

"I see. Have you ever survived one of our operations?"

He murmured in a low voice: "It turns out that the hatred that touched me...was aimed at me?"

"Ha ha ha ha ha……"

"To show that level of hatred without showing any hostility towards me...you are such a monster, Long Bo."

"Monster?" Uncle Long said with a low smile, "It's all thanks to you."

Standing here, he has reaped the abundant fruit that is within his reach after 31 full years of dormancy.

"Then, it can be regarded as the surplus of the winner." The painter still asked curiously, "What's the matter with that token? It is definitely not a fake. Could it be that Yuelong has been incorporated by Jiuhua long ago, the heir of the founder of Yuelong, Have you all surrendered?"

"Founder...heir."

"Who told you that the one holding that token must be the heir..."

"...instead of the original founder?"

At this moment, even the painter was completely speechless.

The original... founder.

The man who founded Yuelong 400 years ago...isn't dead yet? !

"……I see"

The painter murmured, "It's not my fault."

That Hanba, that young man who seemed to be subordinate to Uncle Long and obeyed Uncle Long...

He turned out to be the founder of Yuelong who lived for a full 400 years, and that token was in his hands from beginning to end... all in his hands!

Such a reality is no longer within the control of any calculation.

The painter at this time has already understood everything, understood Yuelong, and understood that when the natural disaster took root in Junmi City for 19 years, Jiuhua had already begun to sharpen the blade swung at the throat of the natural disaster 31 years ago.

"It's amazing... From this point of view, the most amazing person should be the person who came up with this whole plan and is willing to trust you and Hanba."

The painter exclaimed: "Is it Xun Jianzhang or Zhao Changlie? No... Xun Jianzhang would not use such a slanted method. Thinking about it, it should be Zhao Changlie's handwriting."

"Even... as long as I die, no one will know the nature of Yuelong. You can continue to travel overseas in this capacity, and at the same time swing a knife at the most critical moment."

After sighing, the painter looked at Uncle Long: "Then, what are you going to do with me? Let me think about it... Jiuhua must make me go back alive, but you..."

The man smiled and said, "The anger and hatred in your eyes don't seem to allow you to do this. Anyway, it's normal for me to die in the chaos, isn't it?"

"It seems that you are already prepared for your end."

Long Bo's face was expressionless: "I hope you can maintain such an expression in the future."

"Hehehehe..."

The painter raised his head to look at the center of the church, looked at the figure bound by thorns, and said with emotion: "You are right, Uncle Long. God is nothing, so I don't believe in God, I only believe in myself."

"Carefully, step by step, until today, the one who can bury this plan in Jiuhua is myself."

He put his hand on the mask and said in an extremely satisfied tone: "It's really my luck to be able to fight against someone like you at the last moment."

"But Uncle Long... just like what you said, I really underestimated your strategy."

"But have you... underestimated me too?"

When Long Bo suddenly felt bad, the bronze mask on the painter's face spewed raging fire—but not outward, but...inward.

Even though the flame didn't hit Long Bo, the blazing sensation still made his skin burn, and the painter just fell silent and fell with his head up.

Hearing the sound, Qiongqi pushed the door and entered, looking at the painter who fell on the ground, his face was full of surprise: "This..."

Long Bo looked at the dead painter with a solemn expression. At this moment, without any information, he did not know what the death of the painter meant.

Only the painter himself knows, but he has no obligation to tell Long Bo about it.

——He had already considered the worst-case scenario long before the plan was designed.

Under the circumstances that it is impossible for Psheton to be defeated, the worst situation is naturally that one's position is exposed, the Nine Flowers cultivators are airborne and beheaded, or the ground is washed by missiles.

So what is he going to prepare for... what?

It is nothing more than a prop that can kill oneself instantly, and...

...It's just a small program that links his own life with [Psherton]'s overclocking self-destruct switch.

"It's too late to turn around now, Director!"

The operator yelled: "Rush back to the surface and reload the maximum amount of Yuanling crystals, we can-"

"Can what?"

Fan Ning asked back: "What do you think will happen if this Yuanling riot, which can't even withstand the [Mending Stone], breaks out completely?"

"..."

At present, the general view of Yuanling science is that the Yuanlings floating in the atmosphere on the surface of the earth all escape from the earth veins.

The vein that wanders through the entire planet is the vein of Yuanling, the vein of life, and the foundation of all extraordinary.

All modern Yuanling industries are also established based on this point - the most basic and important energy, the extraction technology of Yuanling crystallization, the refinery must be built near the most dense veins of Yuanling, with the continuous innovation of Yuanling extraction The technology crystallizes Yuan Ling, which is easy to carry and use.

Is the spirit of the earth veins strong?For this era, it is thick, very thick, but according to scholars' research... Compared with the era of cultivating immortals, there is no difference between the earth veins and Yuanling in this era, and the gap between water puddles and vast seas.

In the era of cultivating immortals, even cultivators who have reached the extreme realm must be cautious when touching the earth's veins, and the primordial spirits swayed by any battle between the top cultivators at that time can be worth tens of thousands of people in this era. Kilometers of earth veins Yuanling.

The reason why the earth veins and primordial spirits of this era are so violent is not because they really have the atmosphere of the era of cultivating immortals, but because the strength of cultivators in this era is limited.

Fan Ning has a transcendent talent in the precision of controlling the Yuan Ling, and now he can't even feel the Yuan Ling in the current earth vein riot. The pain all over the place caused blue veins to sprout on his forehead.

He couldn't imagine...how on earth did Wang Jingxian manage to lock Pselton's position against such a berserk primordial spirit.

But now, there is no time left for him to sigh.

turn back?Of course he can turn back. According to the amount of data, it is indeed too late to turn back now.

But this completely unusual riot seemed to tear apart the entire earth vein... If it couldn't be stopped immediately, what would happen in the end! ?

"Everyone..."

The man's hand didn't leave the joystick for a moment, and several veins burst out on his forehead one after another: the surge in his body, like endless power and burning blood, made him, a villager in the mountains, spend his whole life learning, laughing Roaring out: "Fight to death with me!"

In the cockpit, all the operators pushed forward with red eyes, and then forward!

"[Sky Mending Stone] remaining energy, 20.00%, 17.00%, 12.00%..."

Not enough energy.

Unexpectedly, such a change, even if the data calculators with such a big change reserved a lot of space and filled in extra Yuanling crystals, they couldn't withstand the tearing of this violent Yuanling at all.

"Seven percent, six percent..."

The number falling to the bottom line seems to indicate their end.

why?

Why have you already reached this point, why have you reached this distance... so much less energy!

There were only a dozen meters away from the marked distance, but the final energy could no longer support Fan Ning and the others to reach the final destination.

If they had moved faster, if Long Bo and the painter had said a few more words, if...

Any one assumption may change the current situation.

——The final distance seems to be a mockery from fate, the ruthlessness of God's will.

Even the person who has been silently watching the scene here... can hardly restrain the urge to reach out, as long as she gently pushes a little bit, the situation will be completely different.

But just before she was about to stretch out her hand, a ray of heavenly light suddenly pierced through the earth, passing through the turbulent flow of Yuanling that even the deep excavator controlled by Fan Ning could not resist, as if entering no one's land. enter!

The man watching the scene withdrew his hand and smiled contentedly.

After the deep excavator dug into the ground, the repairers who were repairing in the Jiuhua also came to the main control room.

"Is it the last one?" Wang Jingxian, who had a bandage around his left eye, murmured to himself, and then chuckled, "Hmph, that guy actually stole the limelight."

"You're not in the limelight, girl of the Wang family." Luo Long, who took off the [Tiansheng] helmet, stroked his beard and smiled, "I heard that you laughed like a madman at that time."

"who said it?!"

The woman with a girl's figure frowned, but subconsciously frowned because of the pain in her eye sockets: "That's called... Chic!"

"Speaking of which, who took down the first Psheton? How could it be so fast?" Nan Zhenjun, who was contacting on the ground, asked.

"Who knows, who still has the time to check this, let's wait until that kid Fan Ning gets the last one."

And just when everyone believed that this disaster was coming to an end——

The earth... cracked open.

It was a sudden, completely unpredictable crack without warning.

The tremor was so terrifying that it directly tore open three bottomless huge cracks in this area!

The command room fell into dead silence for three seconds during the communication.

"Re-maintain order, hurry up!"

Nan Zhenjun's roar came from the communication, and the cultivators in the main control room who were about to have their eardrums shattered by the loud noise also woke up.

"What the hell is this! What's going on!"

Luo Long suddenly slammed his fist on the wall: "What is that kid Fan Ning doing!"

But Wang Jingxian reacted immediately: "This level of Yuanling riot... just that spell can't stop it! Let him come back!"

"The fluctuations of the underground spirits have become so violent that the values ​​cannot be measured!"

The operator in the main control room was covered in cold sweat: "This... this... we can't even contact Colonel Fanning!"

Just when they were overwhelmed by the sudden change, there was another loud noise from the ground.

"The magnitude of the earthquake is soaring! But it's not the entire Junmi City, only an area around here... But even so, this magnitude will make everyone on the ground... everyone..."

"I can only... I can only trust the director, he will definitely be able to..."

"Even if his spells can hold up, Yuan Ling crystals are definitely not enough... yes!"

Wang Jingxian's gloomy eyes instantly brightened: "Yuan Ling! As long as he can supply enough Yuan Ling! According to that guy's ability, he might be able to survive!"

"Yuan Ling?! How to go down and give him the Yuan Ling crystal! It will be torn apart!"

"There's a way... There's a way... Yuanling Chaotic Flow..."

Wang Jingxian covered his left eye, endured the severe pain, and his brain seemed to be overloaded thinking crazily: "Convey... channel... channel!"

"Hedge!"

She said loudly: "Fight against the turbulent flow of Yuanling! It's like putting a hollow tube into a basin of water... As long as the hollow tube is hard enough, no matter how rough the water is, it won't affect the channel in the middle!"

The girl murmured: "As long as the tube is formed with a large enough Yuanling, then there is no need to send any Yuanling at all, just create that momentary opportunity for Fanning, create that momentary barrier for him, and create a momentary barrier for him. Resist that moment of tearing, even if it's only for a moment...according to his speed, a moment is enough!"

"Nan Zhenjun!" Luo Long roared loudly into the communicator, "You still have a few cultivators there!"

"One thousand 370 nine!"

"All gather, quick!"