Volume Reading 2744
Some tall shadows covered in turbid mist are like the ancient gods in ancient mythology. The skin glows with golden light and the eyebrows are careful. There are also ancient lines.
This ancient warship is actually very much like a boundless continent with its own universe inside.
On this, there are palaces, pavilions, mountains, lakes, and lakes, all of which are distributed in different landforms.
Except for these powerful figures sitting cross-legged at the front, Xu Tiao's creatures live in the vast land behind.
And the vast majority of the creatures came from the ancient world attached to the real world of Lingcheng.
There are also many slave groups—it can be said that they have lived on this huge and boundless ancient warship for generations... floating in the vastness of the insects, keeping the ancient warship running, repairing broken runes, etc.
For creatures like Yu, this place is their homeland, with vast mountains and rivers and boundless land boundaries, there are also islands, lakes, cities, and ruling classes, just like the world of practice.
Of course, for the entire vastness, this is just an ancient warship crossing.
Even though it is vast and boundless: the inner universe operates according to its own rules, but it also appears extremely turbulent: it cannot be shocked by the waves of the sky.
The existences crossing the vastness are all clouds and mist waves, but these waves and clouds have bred countless creatures and worlds.
One flower, one world, one spit out bodhi, it's not like this.
clang clang clang...
At this moment: the dull sound of heavy hammer knocking shamelessly resounded in a corner of a city: an inconspicuous blacksmith shop.
The moment the red-hot iron was soaked in water, there was a piercing sound of tempering, and the mist evaporated for a while.
And next to the water-soaked tempering pool, Yijin was holding the son of God, a young figure with bronze arms, repeating words in his mouth.
"Ninety-nine thousand to nine, ninety-nine thousand to nine hundred and ninety-nine two ninety-nine thousand to nine hundred and ninety-three...
Every time he raised the heavy hammer in his hand and hit it, he would count it repeatedly in his mouth.
This young man's appearance is similar to that of a human race, his pupils are gray, and his hands are covered with a layer of fine metal-like scales.
However, the other figures walking around him are more similar to other races, their shape and bones are also taller than ordinary human races, and they have the characteristics of other races.
These figures seem to be familiar with this scene for a long time...
Many people would stop in front of the blacksmith shop to look through the forged iron tools such as plain knives,...long swords,...horse arrows,...war spears, shields and so on.
But it will leave soon and will not patronize its business.
After Zhong Yu finished counting hundreds of thousands of times, the resting shadow of continuously hammering and tempering the shameful iron tool stopped.
His hair was very long and messy, almost flat, covering his face, and his face was also covered with scorched black marks.
But he didn't care, he turned his breath in the tempering pool, picked up the water and washed his face casually.
"I heard that the Lingxu royal family is recruiting the master craftsman of the loyal axe clan and the master of array management of the Tiangong clan. I don't know if they want to build and pay again this time?"
"Over the years, many people from the Ghost Axe and Tiangong clans have been conscripted, but I haven't seen many people coming back. I heard that they have been repairing something."
"But why do I feel that something is wrong? In the past, I heard that my parents have also been involved in this kind of thing..."
"Shh, keep your voice down, how dare you say such words, are you not afraid of being heard by the Lingxu clan? Be careful of beheading."
Hear the whispers of the voices and shadows coming and going.
The young figure who was washing his face suddenly froze in place, and the movements of his hands also suddenly stopped.
The eyes under the messy long hair suddenly turned back as if they had been quenched by the cold, a little cold and deep... one by one
"Brother Chu is eating..."
At this time, the curtain behind the blacksmith shop was suddenly lifted.
A young girl with a delicate face jumped up and down and shouted at the young figure.
Hearing this, this figure also seemed to come back to his senses. He replied, then washed his hands, took the handkerchief next to him and wiped it. Follow the girl over.
On one side of the curtain is a not-so-big courtyard, where some clothes are dried and some poultry are kept, which is full of life.
A sloppy burly Lao Zhu, sitting on a rocking chair, cracking peanuts.
"master."
This young figure shouted respectfully, sat down beside Fan Zhuo, took his chopsticks, and planned to eat.
"Your mind is disturbed"
The burly old man looked at the young eyes, and seemed to see through his mind at once.
He shook his head lightly: his body also sat upright all of a sudden.
"master"
The young figure was silent for a moment.
Under the messy long hair. That pair of eyes, Lu Ran shot a decorative light, and his voice contained a deep coldness, "You should know what is going on with Ru Nian."
The burly old man nodded and said slowly, "As a teacher, I naturally know that the Linghuang Clan is recruiting my Ghost Ax Clan and Tiangong Clan everywhere, and they have to do this every once in a while, but recently.
Since then, it has been a little frequent."
"Master, you know that this is a conspiracy and the result of all this, but why don't you stop it?"
"My Ghost Axe Clan and Tiangong Clan have been loyal to the Lingcheng Royal Family for generations. They have built troops and built formations for them. They have worked hard, but in the end, they used the name of building construction to recruit all of my Ghost Clan. And all of this, It's just to hide this shocking secret and prevent sentient beings from discovering this obstacle.
"The Lingxu royal family is really cruel."
At this moment, this year
The light figure seems to endure
