Village Building Order Frenzy

In the howling of the cold wind, orange flames jumped, engulfing the frozen cyan corpses.

　　 Last night, the trumpet Zhang Yang became an orphan again. His uncle, aunt, and his cousin Xing Yu all died. The cause of death is unknown.

　　 But in the village, more than this one suffered the same. A total of forty-five men, women and children died.

　　 "It must be the black devil. The black devil is back. It took their souls and weaved them into black fishing nets. Before the nets are woven, more people will die."

An old woman wearing a coat of animal skins, a huge beast helmet on her head, and strange textures on her face and hands, whispered beside the fire. This seems to be the elder in the village, who is responsible for teaching everything. The children are basic witchcraft, and seem to have a high status.

Zhang Yang hid in the crowd, observing everything calmly. He is only fourteen years old now, is about two meters tall, and weighs nearly two hundred kilograms. However, he will be five meters tall and weigh 800 kilograms in adulthood. Among the clansmen, they are really petite and weak.

　　 By the way, it is worth mentioning that in this small village, there are as many as seven or eight villagers close to the demigod level.

　　 But this is not a good phenomenon.

　　Because this means that the Heavenly Dao in this world has been a little out of control, the Qi Yun merits are tilted, and the Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi has fallen into a blind blowout or blind dry state.

　　 The legendary gods walk everywhere, and the description of demigods is not as good as a dog. In fact, it is revealing the fact that this world is about to collapse, no matter from which point of view it is the same.

　　 This can be exemplified by the world of the Thousand Hands Human Race.

　　 Thousands of hands are powerful, but in their mortal world, the highest force is A+, there is no legend, but who dares to say that the thousands of hands are weak?

　　 That was able to carry the tide of mechanical zombies, but also to beat the tide.

In the same way, the strength of ordinary mortals is gradually declining and gradually shrinking in the world of Fang Jian Xiu that is publicized. Even if a large number of Mahayana appear every year, the cultivators who are flying in the clouds and mist are already far away from the mortals. Sight and life.

　　 Under various concealing methods, even the records of immortal cultivators and some of the circulated classics of cultivation methods have become ghost novels, selling dog skin plasters on the street.

　　 In short, a mortal must look like a mortal.

　　 It’s just fine to reproduce offspring with peace of mind. It’s great to have a happy life.

　　Of course, this is also of great benefit to the managers of Yifangtiandi.

　　 The first is the reduction of various expenses.

　　 Next is the reduction in consumption of various Reiki Laws.

The third is controllable. There is no need to lower the immeasurable calamity to reform the treatment. To be honest, in Zhang Yang's opinion, if one side of the world has an immeasurable calamity to correct it every once in a while, it can only be said that the manager is incompetent. Heaven is incompetent, and the ultimate growth of this Fang Tiandi is a question mark.

　　 So it is very important to control this operation.

　　 This is also the point that Zhang Yang has been busy planning.

　　 Control all threatening forces, and mortal matters must be resolved by mortals themselves.

what?

　　Worrying about encountering ghosts and monsters is unfounded worry.

　　 There will be monsters and ghosts, but if it is the mortal's turn to figure out a way to deal with it, it is enough to show that the managers of this world, such as Zhang Yang, have long since died or fled.

　　Before that, let alone demons and ghosts, even the slightest amount of supernatural phenomena in the mortal world could not be afraid to exist.

　　 Tianji Hall, Inspection Hall, Penalty Hall, each department has multiple angles and multiple guardianships, it is strange if something goes wrong.

　　 A world like this can be regarded as a normal, healthy, lively, and vibrant world.

　　 On the contrary, there is a health problem.

　　 is like this world of Xing people.

　　 Not only did the mortals have a force comparable to the demigod level, but also the indescribable shadow foulness appeared. This does not mean that the spiritual energy is revived or the celestial spheres are converged, but that they are dying.

　　 "Banzhuan No. 7 records important information. Once my trumpet dies, this information will be archived first and sent back to the main body at all costs."

"According to the known information, there has been a spiritual revival in the Xingzu civilization. Well, the current level is probably the fourth stage. I am not sure if the Xingzu people’s management has had their heads drawn or been bewitched by the big wave orcs, and let them Aura recovery happened and fermented?"

"Of course, I also detected indescribable shadows that can directly plunder mortal souls, so I have an immature idea, that is, the rules of the game of this ancient **** are probably hidden in a corner of the world. In other words, as long as our sword repair civilization dared to break that wall, it means that we jumped directly into the shabu-shabu. So, for the time being, we can’t break that wall. Will pass."

"But in this way, according to the game mechanism of this ancient god, the pressure we face will become greater and greater. Therefore, we must adhere to the original strategy for 10,000 years. No, 100,000 years cannot be shaken. External requirements It is safe, the interior must be clean, and every inch of new land must be bombarded hundreds of times with the Soul Concussion Package and the One Hundred Thousand Thunder Tribulation Package."

"Finally, I want to reiterate it again. I have a firm view of the conditions that may occur in the rejuvenation of spiritual energy. The behind-the-scenes control of the 9,999 Tibetan sword ground veins must be in my own hands. Well, the information is recorded."

Zhang Yang arranged the most important things for this trip~www.NovelMTL.com~ and started to continue eating melons and watching the show. Oh, no, he should observe this white land and my future with a sad and hesitant mood. , Is it also so sad?

　　 After half an hour, when the bodies of all the dead were burned to ashes, the management of the village on the other side did not discuss a countermeasure, which was inevitable.

　　 And people are in panic, naturally no one will think about Zhang Yang's trumpet, and it is even more unlikely that anyone will seek his inheritance.

　　The wind is bigger.

　　 The snow is thicker.

　　 people, more hungry.

　　 Returning to the already cold home, Zhang Yang quickly started a fire to cook. This is a skill that his trumpet has already mastered. There is no need to worry about being seen through.

　　 "So, sometimes it's good to establish an organization of anti-virus hunters."

　　 Zhang Yang sighed silently in his heart, the wind and wind ate up all the food reserved, and then closed his eyes to understand the basic witchcraft of the Xing people.

　　 It is almost predictable that the dark shadow will come again tonight, and people will continue to die. Although Zhang Yang, the trumpet, has completed the main task, if he can live for a while, it is naturally excellent.

　　 But to be honest, even he himself doesn't really believe this possibility.

　　 After all, this place is too remote. The ice covers everything. There are demigod-level beasts and weird demon spirits outside the village. There are unknown shadows watching in the village. He is just a child.