Chapter 288 The lucky little guinea pig settles an old score [Please subscribe]

Author: Three Color Cup Milk Tea

Chapter 288 The lucky little guinea pig settles an old score [Please subscribe]

The western realm has a pyramid structure as a whole.

Located at the bottom of the pyramid is the material plane with the largest number and the thinnest energy.

These immeasurable material planes, sinking and floating at the bottom of the pyramid, are the cornerstone of the entire western realm.

Every moment, new planes are born from chaos, and old planes are annihilated.

Originally, during the reign of the Supreme God, Lord Yahweh, there was a divine envoy sitting in each plane to ensure that the Supreme God's absolute rule would not be shaken.

The material plane is usually guarded by a two-winged envoy who is equivalent to a ninth-level pseudo-god. While managing the plane, it can also ensure that the belief in the supreme god of this plane remains unshakable.

One hundred and twenty-nine thousand six hundred divine planes are controlled by six-winged divine envoys, assisted by the remaining four-winged and two-winged divine envoys.

As for the twelve main god planes, naturally there are twelve main gods who are personally in charge, and the remaining twelve wings and ten-winged divine envoys are assisting.

As for the Lord Jesus, the Supreme God, he usually sits in the plane of the Supreme God himself and rarely goes out.

Level by level in this way, it is guaranteed that the entire western realm is under the absolute rule of the Supreme God and nothing will go wrong.

Unfortunately.

At the beginning, when Lord Yahweh, the Supreme God, ordered the invasion of the Eastern Realm, he drew away all the divine envoys and devoted all his troops to the battlefield.

Within the entire Western Realm, all the divine envoys have been evacuated and turned into empty shells.

But he was unlucky. When he encountered the great world, he not only died on the spot, but also the twelve main gods of the quasi-holy realm, tens of thousands of twelve-winged gods of the Daluo realm, and more than five million Taiyi realms.

The ten-winged divine envoys, countless eight-winged divine envoys from the Golden Immortal Realm, and the remaining six-winged, four-winged, and two-winged divine envoys were all annihilated.

Even if there were occasional remaining divine envoys, they were killed by Hongjun and others, eradicating the roots without leaving any trouble behind.

The absolute hegemony that once dominated the entire western realm disappeared and became a part of the dust of history.

At the same time, it is precisely because the Western realm has become a blank that Yuanshi, Zhunti and other saints were so concerned about preaching that they fought so hard in the Zixiao Palace that they almost did not perform a full martial arts exercise.

To the saints, today's Western Realm is a big piece of cake, a large blue ocean, and you will make money if you grab it.

It is a pity that Taoist ancestor Hongjun favored the longevity son and left the entire preaching matter to him, leaving the saints helpless.

Fortunately, the Changshengzi did not take it all to himself. He brought all the Daluo monks in the prehistoric world with him, thus dividing the whole big cake.

After arriving in the Western Realm, Li Changsheng distributed all the main god planes and god planes to the other prehistoric monks, leaving only the immeasurable material plane.

In this way, everyone will be happy.

The material plane has the largest number and the poorest spiritual energy. Other ancient monks look down on it, but Li Changsheng does not dislike it.

After some experiments, he waved his hand and spread tens of thousands of system malls across the infinite planes, looking for guinea pigs to preach for him.

"What happened to the material plane? Don't underestimate the material plane!"

Li Changsheng said calmly.

‘B348754215’ plane, Azure Star.

Eagle Sauce Country, a remote town in Alaska.

It's one o'clock in the morning, in the dead of night.

In a small farmyard, the coffee table in the living room was filled with empty cans and some miscellaneous dinner plates filled with leftovers.

The large LCD TV on the central wall was still playing the intense movie "Only Two People".

There were no lights on in the living room, but the light reflected from the TV still illuminated the living room brightly.

What is clearly visible is that a young man is lying on the sofa in the living room, drunk and asleep.

"call out"

At this time, a meteor flashed across the sky and disappeared briefly.

Without anyone knowing, a faintly shining entity fell directly into the drunk man's body.

[Ding! The ‘God-level Mall Live Broadcasting System’ is activated. Dear host, you are welcome to use the ‘God-level Mall Live Broadcasting System’ refined by the ‘Lord of Time and Space’! 】

Drowsily, a voice sounded next to the drunk man's ears.

Unfortunately, he was already drunk and did not hear it.

"belch"

After a while, the man burped, exhaled a long breath of alcohol, and opened his hazy eyes.

He shook his dizzy head, as if he had drunk something.

"Just now, I seemed to hear something? Live broadcast? Mall? System?"

Lin Bei had a look of confusion on his face and muttered to himself.

He quickly turned on the light and looked around, and found that it was still a familiar living room. He had not traveled through time or been reborn. Lin Bei breathed a sigh of relief.

After going to the bathroom and washing his face, he lay back on the sofa and gently rubbed his eyebrows, which had become a little swollen and painful due to drunkenness.

Lin Bei, 24 years old, comes from a small mountain village in the hinterland of Rabbit Country. He was an orphan since he was a child. His parents died young and he grew up eating the food of hundreds of families.

After successfully completing nine years of compulsory education with the benefit of exemption from national welfare, I started my journey of further study in a social university.

Originally, Lin Bei thought that his life would pass like this.

I never thought that a bloody scene would happen.

When he was twenty-two years old, that is, the year before last, he received a letter from Eagle Sauce on the other side of the Atlantic.

His grandfather who died early had an eldest brother, his uncle, who left Yingjiang many years ago.

After working hard for most of his life, this man earned a private farm of more than 10,000 acres, got married, had children, and settled down in Yingjiang.

It's a pity that in the Free Eagle Country, gun battles occur every day.

Four years ago, the uncle's family suffered the aftermath of a gun battle. His son and his family were all killed, leaving only the uncle who survived.

However, the old man was hit hard by this and has never been able to get sick again, and his physical condition is getting worse day by day.

Seeing that he was about to die, the uncle began to deal with his funeral affairs. The property he had worked hard for half his life could not be left to the foreign devils.

So, he sent a letter back to China, hoping to choose a nephew to adopt him in his hometown and inherit his property.

After receiving the letter, Lin Bei went to Yingjiang, successfully verified his identity, and inherited the property left by his uncle.

I have to say that even though the uncle went abroad at a young age, he still lived up to the inheritance of the descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, which is farming.

Starting from scratch, he earned a private farm of more than 13,000 acres, with an overall value of hundreds of millions of eagle coins.

Converted into rabbit currency, that's five or six billion.

Such a large industry naturally arouses the covetousness of the hawk sauce capitalists.

So, after Lin Bei came to Yingjiang, he passively 'made' a bunch of bad friends, 'indulged' in pleasure, spent every day in a drunken and drunken life.

These foreign capitalists made a good calculation. When Lin Bei died suddenly and there was no heir, they could "reasonably" divide the family property he left behind.

At the beginning, Lin Bei didn't know the dirty things here. He just thought that Yingjiang people were really hospitable and extremely enthusiastic.

But as time passed, he slowly discovered something was wrong.

It's a pity that it's so difficult to break the situation when you are in the middle of it.

"Buzz"

Lin Bei, who was thinking about the past, only heard a buzzing sound. The next moment, his eyes widened and his breathing became rapid.

He suddenly rubbed his face, his face filled with disbelief.

"Snapped"

He slapped himself hard, but found that it was not a dream.

"System Mall? Are you still there?"

Taking a deep breath, Lin Bei asked tentatively.

[Ding! Dear host, the ‘God-level Mall Live Broadcasting System’ intelligent assistant is here to serve you wholeheartedly! 】

The next moment, a mechanical sound sounded in Lin Bei's mind.

"It's actually true! Who is the Lord of Time and Space?"

Lin Bei's face showed ecstasy. When he was in China, he read a lot of online novels, so he was no stranger to the existence of systems.

【No comment!】

"Okay, then I'll call you Xiaozhi!"

Things are changing. When he came to my house this year, Lin Bei quickly accepted the existence of the system and gave the smart assistant a name.

As for the Lord of Time and Space, he was not too entangled.

【Okay, Xiaozhi is at your service!】
To be continued...