Chapter 2020: The List of Gods (Please give me a monthly ticket!)

Chapter 2020: The List of Gods (please give me a monthly ticket, please give me a monthly ticket!)

Li Cang was a little uncomfortable when he suddenly entered the MVP settlement screen, but the rebellious sons didn't know what politeness was, and rushed up.

"Evil beast! How dare you! Get out! Get out!"

As soon as the same source channel was opened, a lot of lackeys rushed out like wolves and tigers and began to sweep the battlefield. They were really like wolves and tigers. With the support of their old father, the big dog and the second dog, who usually existed as rations, dared to push the living fathers such as Master Moshan and Bone Sister to make way.

There was still some kind of complex force field energy between the skeletons of Ketuo, and the vitality was flowing endlessly, connecting all the scattered bones in an orderly manner like a string of beads, stubbornly refusing to really die, but the lackeys obviously didn't care about this kind of thing, and rushed up to take care of their own affairs and directly pushed it into the turtle back dragon lice.

The moment the turtleback dragonfly entered the homologous channel, the crystals piled up under the skeleton shattered, and soon the debris was all over the ground. Lao Wang shouted loudly: "Li Cang, you dog! You just watched me being buried in there? You——"

The two of them stared at each other and suddenly froze.

"How many years? How many fucking years have passed? Why is my skin so loose? Am I so old?" Old Wang stretched out his hand and tugged at his face, as if he was pulling a strand of gluten: "I, I, I, why do I feel so weak? What's the matter? What's the matter? Mr. Li! You fucking speak to me!"

Li Cang pondered for a moment and smacked his lips: "It would be a shame to lose the weight of a 200-pound strongman in 15 minutes!"

"?"

Old Wang was shocked to see the part below his belly. Although the belt was blocked by his drooping belly, at least the small bulge was still there, and his thighs, calves, and feet

were all there!

One! Should! All! All!

Anyway, I don't know what this guy heard. His legs went soft and he fell backwards with a burp: "What? I gave birth to a strongman weighing more than 200 pounds? What kind of curse is this?"

Full of power, anger and mania, at the same time, an indescribable weakness floated back and forth in Lao Wang's body, like the state that had just retreated after a lethal dose of adrenaline surged, contradictory, torn, but real.

Li Cang narrowed his eyes: "Well, the curse of the wish bone~"

In the field of vision, the entire Kgalegos Island Chain and even the entire airspace, at this moment, was like a thin layer on a drawing paper, forcibly pulled away from all directions to a central point, and the field of vision collapsed into a tiny point in a very short time, like a mechanical gyroscope condensed by the circulation of light, and then expanded infinitely.

——————

[Yangze Base Transportation Committee reminds you: There are thousands of tracks, but safety comes first. If you do not follow the rules, your loved ones will shed tears]

[Ahem, I'm kidding.]

[This is the last official message from Zong Minghu, the former residence Yangze Separation and Return to Silence Special Operations Group: In response to the former residence order, all non-essential personnel have been evacuated, asset transfers have been completed, the objects marked in the Feng·Fengshenbang are in a state of return to silence, the seal is operating normally, and the seal primer has been released. Goodbye, my comrades and compatriots, although I have never destroyed an enemy, I have defended my great motherland and people]

[Don't look back, go forward, there is light at the exit, don't move, don't touch, don't take anything away, forum input Yangze returns to silence, you will find the hidden entrance to its electronic epitaph]

[Then, goodbye, thank you for your efforts, and complete the last return to silence seal for Yangze]

[Wait, remember to take your buddy's ID card with you when you go out, Zong Minghu, 2001-2028, died at the age of 119, yes, we will use the death age to carve on my tombstone, if someone visits the grave, burn some small magazines for us~]

Li Cang weighed the multi-faceted crystal containing information such as identity and will, and put it away. All the information faded from the mini prayer interface like a tide, as if it had never existed, along with the shriveled living dead standing in the dark nothingness.

Behind Zong Minghu, a virtual path gradually meandered out, first allowing only two people to walk side by side. As Li Cang Laowang's sky island came over, a light from nowhere silently and slowly illuminated the space of the same width as the sky island.

"This can't be"

"Hmm"

Old Wang hurriedly entered the four words "Yang Ze Gui Ji" in the forum search portal, and suddenly widened his eyes. An independent forum interface that they had never seen before and was hidden appeared. The huge pure Chinese instead of the so-called divine text was particularly eye-catching: [Seal·Fengshenbang]

"Time: 2028/07/15, Wushen year, Jiwei month, Xinchou day, Jichou hour, Shadong"

"Location code: Yangze"

"Number of people in the event: 107126"

"Event node: Divine disorder, conventional conservative means failed"

"Event Central figure of the case: The Northern Heavenly King of Wealth (folk custom) shows the four generals of the Demon Family, Mo Lihong (the progress of "The Investiture of the Gods" is 40 chapters)"

"Status: Single and Silence"

"Those who see it will be at peace, and the law is not easily passed on."

After they read it, the characters in the status column suddenly changed, and another line of small red characters appeared: "Supplementary seal in progress."

In front of the sky island, there was a person standing under the light on each path, with the same crystal suspended in front of him. The magnificent pan-island chain settlement was half-hidden from the darkness by the light and paths guided by more than 100,000 people.

The sky was dark and blurry, the sun was a suppressed dark red, and the Dyson sphere-like structure blocked it layer by layer, so that it looked more like a total solar eclipse ring. Sixteen illusory chains linked the island chain and the sky lock, squeezing out the bright sunlight and blazing sunfire from the sun ring, flowing and turning into the brilliance of chains and runes.

Li Cang frowned and waved his hand.

The lackeys spread out silently like a tide, retrieving crystals one by one, which were the carriers of the identity information and last words of these 107,126 people.

They were not dead, but they were not alive either.

Their life forms had been distorted and assimilated, integrated with Yangze, and became part of the entire seal, unable to be peeled off.

Old Wang sucked his teeth and acted as Li Cang's mouthpiece: "More than 100,000 people, buried alive in such a place, what the hell!"

"There is no civilian." Tai Xiaoyi said: "This base was completely emptied before it was sealed, here, there are only them."

"The so-called primer is Ketuo and Naizhong?"

"Is it."

"Fuck, look!"

A straight giant chain fell down, and it turned into thousands in mid-air. Countless rune chains that did not shrink at all anchored countless strange shapes in the central area, densely packed tens of thousands, and in the center, there was a huge figure standing there, almost only its feet could be seen, but not its head.

The heavy stone shell formed by the dust and ashes covered its original appearance. Only the outline was seen. The complex outline with multiple heads, arms, bodies and faces made it look quite ferocious, almost losing its human form. With its feet on the island chain and its head high in the sky, it was unknown how many thousands of miles long it was. It looked like it could swallow the sky and the earth. A half-open broken umbrella was standing beside it, and the hanging chain passed through its heart, breaking into two sections. The giant beast that looked like a lion, tiger, mink and mouse lay dead at its feet.

The fantasy embodiment of blood is like this. It is not that the three-headed and six-armed Zhazi of the Northern Duowen Zuntian King has turned into a different manifestation. Just like many people don’t know whether the official history is correct or how wild the unofficial history is, cultural inheritance and plagiarism, rumors and fallacies, you think and I think, so that the fantasy embodiment of myths and legends in the alienated blood era can make what kind of moth, which version, or chimera multiple bodies is impossible to predict.

The one in front of him could be called the Northern Duowen Zun Tianwang, the Mo Family Four Generals Mo Lihong, or Duowen Tianwang Mo Lihai, but in the end and now, it is nothing, just an incarnation of disaster like the zombies, monsters, and insects.

"Are you greedy?" Lao Wang reached out to grab the skull of a Western dragon, but his palm just passed through it like catching the moon in the water, without even a ripple: "There are artifacts and top-level materials all over the ground, but I can't eat them, Cangzi, what do you say?"

"I said, can you die farther away?"