The old man said: "The Holy Son has never been defeated. Although he was defeated in the incarnation this time, will it have any impact on him?"
The middle-aged man in golden robe glanced at the old man and said, "Old Mo, if you care, you will be in trouble!"
He continued: "If a top genius in the world cannot bear this kind of failure, his future achievements will be very limited and his qualifications will be wasted."
If you want to become a strong and upright person, qualifications are indeed indispensable, but your state of mind is equally important.
Failure is not terrible!
The scary thing is that you don’t dare to face it after failure!
A trace of shame flashed across Lao Mo's face, "Old slave is just stupid. The Holy Son is extremely talented and has a strong mind. He is indeed not the kind of person who easily gets confused."
The middle-aged man in golden robe nodded, "Let's not talk about the Holy Son for now. Are the elves, dwarves, and giants all ready?"
Lao Mo said: "The first batch of talented people from several tribes to go to the lower realm to experience are ready and they will arrive in a short time."
The middle-aged man in golden robe nodded, "That's good."
Lao Mo hesitated for a moment, and then said tentatively: "Clan leader, that universe called Taichu seems to have a special weapon. The three thousand emperors who just went to support were killed in just a few breaths.
Hundreds, the power is quite terrifying."
Hearing this, a flash of surprise flashed in the eyes of the golden-robed middle-aged man, "What kind of special magical weapon?"
Lao Mo waved his hand and created a screen of light, and a special magic weapon appeared on the screen, which looked like a silver cannon.
This was reported by the monks who had escaped.
The middle-aged man in golden robe looked at the silver cannon in the light curtain, curiosity flashed in his eyes, "It's a very strange style of magic weapon."
Lao Mo nodded, "It is indeed very strange. I have never seen it before, and there is no such magical weapon in the world."
The middle-aged man in golden robe asked: "Are there any images of the attack at that time?"
Lao Mo shook his head, "The incident happened suddenly. They were running for their lives and only had time to write down the appearance of the weapons. There was no time to record the attack process."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man in golden robe looked towards the entrance of the passage behind the White Jade Square.
There is more than one entrance, and the space around the White Jade Square is densely lined with deep cave entrances, filled with restless laws of time and space.
The middle-aged man in golden robe looked at the passage connecting the Taichu universe, raised his hand, and the golden law filled the five fingers, and the divine chain of order poured into the passage instantly.
"Crack!"
In just an instant, cracks appeared in the passage connecting Taichu, which could not withstand the power of the middle-aged man in golden robe.
Lao Mo quickly said: "Clan leader, no!"
The middle-aged man in golden robe is a strong man in the Immortal King Realm, and the passage connecting the lower realm cannot withstand this power.
If the middle-aged man in golden robe wants to forcefully deduce what happened in the previous passage, he will definitely destroy this passage!
"The space-time of the lower universe is weak!"
The middle-aged man in golden robe had no choice but to stop. The channel could not withstand too high a level of power. There were many reasons for this.
There are two most important points.
First, the world of heaven is too far away from here, and there is endless territory between the two sides.
Second, the time and space of the lower universe is too thin, and it is completely the opposite extreme from the heaven universe.
It is very difficult to connect two very unequal time and space across endless regions and still allow people to travel back and forth. If you want to control the strength of the channel, it is not impossible.
The middle-aged man in golden robe looked at Lao Mo and said, "If the process of aggregation is not recorded, is there no memory of them being bombarded?"
Lao Mo nodded, "Yes, there are, but they are all bright and broken limbs, and there is nothing visible at all."
Obviously, when he came to report again, he had already seen the memories of the group of people who survived.
"but……"
Lao Mo continued: "After the attack, the special weapon disintegrated into useless products."
The middle-aged man in golden robe frowned, "Disintegration? One-time?"
Lao Mo said: "Not sure. According to my memory, not only did the special weapon disintegrate, but even the emperors who activated it were seriously injured."
"Although they killed many people, they also damaged their own foundation and their strength was greatly reduced."
The middle-aged man in golden robe looked at Lao Mo, "Since the magic weapon is gone, why are you still mentioning this to me? Are you worried that they have a second magic weapon of the same kind?"
Lao Mo nodded, his face solemn.
That magical weapon is too weird and its lethality is astonishing. If there is a second one, then the passage of the primordial universe will be more difficult to deal with.
The passage connects to the lower realm and was originally intended for the younger generation to gain experience. If too many people died because of this, it would be more than worth the gain.
"Didn't you say that the people who activated the weapon were severely injured and their foundations were damaged?"
"Then I guess even if they still have the same magic weapon, they can't activate it a few times."
The middle-aged man in golden robe showed a smile, "Because there have been so many times, the first thing we want is their lives!"
Lao Mo said: "We still need to find a way to stop this weapon. If a large number of people from the elves and dwarfs die in this passage, I am afraid they will pursue our clan."
The middle-aged man in golden robe nodded, "My angel clan happens to have a special secret technique to restrain magic weapons. Maybe we can make them disappear!"
Lao Mo's eyes lit up, "Then I'll be relieved, old slave."
"Old Mo."
The middle-aged man in golden robe glanced at Lao Mo with admiration on his face, "You have been busy working for our clan over the years and have spared no effort to contribute your own strength. I have seen it. This time, I will give you an angel."
Bloodline, let you join my angel clan!"
Hearing this, Lao Mo's body trembled violently, and the sudden surprise made him not know how to respond to the middle-aged man in gold robe.
"The clan...the clan leader...this is what the old slave should do!" Lao Mo said excitedly.
"Okay, now that I have spoken, I will not break my promise. You go ahead and do your work." The middle-aged man in golden robe patted Lao Mo's shoulder affectionately and said.
"Yes...yes, Chief Xie, I will leave now!" Lao Mo quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the middle-aged man in gold robe, and then left with a low body.
Looking at Lao Mo's back, the middle-aged man in golden robe was still smiling, but a silk scarf appeared in his hand, wiping the left hand that had just slapped Lao Mo on the shoulder.
His eyes revealed extremely strong disgust and disgust!
"Untouchable!"
The middle-aged man in golden robe had a sneer on his lips. A low-level creature from the human race still wanted to have the blood of an angel, but he didn't even bother to see if he was worthy of it!
What I just said was just painting a cake!
If this thing is over, Lao Mo can die!
Why?
Because he does not fully understand his status!
If he had rejected his proposal just now, he would still be alive. On the contrary, it means that all his hard work over the years was for the blood of angels.
How could the Angel Clan let go of someone who wanted to tarnish the blood of angels?
The next moment, the middle-aged man in golden robe walked into the temple behind the White Jade Square.
He came to a remote room in the temple.
There were actually four beautiful women with delicate skin in the room, dressed in tulle.
Moreover, these four women have somewhat unique looks. Their ears are longer and pointed than normal people. On their backs, there are special wings of different colors.
Elves!
These four women are from the elves, one of the highest ethnic groups in the heaven world!
After the golden-robed middle-aged man entered the room, four elven women rushed up to him, looking impatient and with red faces.
The middle-aged man in golden robe didn't hesitate at all. He immediately took off his clothes and started fighting with four elven women.
…
After it was over, the middle-aged man in golden robe left the room and came to another room.
It looks like a conference room here, with a long table in the center, surrounded by splendor, and the walls of the room are covered with angel totems.
Not long after the golden-robed middle-aged man entered the room, a group of people opened the door and filed in.
Everyone who enters the room has at least seven pairs of wings behind them!
In the angel tribe, reaching seven pairs of wings means that one has reached the realm of the Immortal King!
At this moment, the number of people entering the conference room actually exceeded twenty!
The middle-aged man in golden robe who was sitting at the main seat frowned because not everyone was there!
This chapter has been completed!