As time goes by, the number of stars also increases...
"Seven hundred..."
"Eight hundred..."
"Nine hundred..."
"one thousand……"
When Xiao Yan's mind was completely immersed in the internal situation of this Dantian, he also carefully and carefully counted the specific number of stars contained in his body, trying not to miss any one. When the number of stars reached a thousand,
In that dantian, bursts of roaring sounds erupted in an instant.
The next thing I saw clearly was that the mist that lingered and hovered next to the stars, showing a light and chaotic color, immediately changed into a large pale yellow color.
"Yellow level..." At this time, Xiao Yan also pondered for a moment, and clearly felt an extremely powerful force, which quickly took shape in his body, and immediately moved towards his limbs at a very fast speed.
The direction flows away.
However, the yellow-level star sea is the lowest level of star sea. Even if it is possible to break through to the God of War very reliably, it is only a yellow-level star sea. In the future, even in the future, the growth and strengthening of the cultivation path will bring great consequences to Xiao Yan.
There are too many obstacles.
The path of cultivation is to cross a single-plank bridge with thousands of troops and horses, falling one step at a time, falling step by step, which is very cruel and ruthless. If the foundation is not laid well, the road will become narrower and narrower in the future, and in the end it will be impossible to reach the higher level.
Therefore, Xiao Yan's target is Xuan level or even Earth level. If there is a chance, Xiao Yan dares to imagine trying to attack the heaven-level star sea, which is almost unique in ten thousand.
It took half a year for the number of stars in Xiao Yan's Dantian to increase to one thousand. Of course, for a strong man like Dou Xian and Dou Shen, time is no longer a limit, and time is no longer the biggest enemy of life.
Although it is not eternal life, with practice, one can live long enough. Therefore, the biggest enemy is resources.
When resources are scarce, competing against each other will become a more terrifying enemy than time. To survive, time is no longer the enemy, but everyone is involved in the struggle for control of resources.
When Xiao Yan was struggling to break through the God of War, Uncle Zhong was also wandering in the God of War alliance for half a year. As the Lord of the Ninth Heaven, he could also enter higher heavens for a short time.
After several attempts, Uncle Zhong's face didn't look good. It was obvious that things were not going well. At this time, Uncle Zhong came to the eighth heaven. Compared to the ninth heaven, the number of people in the eighth heaven was much smaller.
It's also less noisy.
Uncle Zhong came to an exquisite courtyard. In front of the door were two pear trees with white flowers in bloom, which looked a bit poetic.
"Uncle Zhong, please see me!"
Uncle Zhong stood in front of the door, cupping his hands and fists.
"Uncle Zhong? Why are you here looking for me when you are not in your ninth heaven?" The door of the other courtyard was not opened, but a long and emotionless voice came from it.
"Sir Xiuzhu, we have something to discuss, could you please take a moment to speak." Uncle Zhong continued to clasp his fists.
"No need, it seems that you have also chosen to surrender. Maybe I will do the same in the future, but not now." A voice came from the other courtyard, seeming to have guessed Uncle Zhong's intention.
"Master Xiuzhu, this time the palace master needs to go out, and there are eyes all over his head. In this calamity... we have to help him." Uncle Zhong gritted his teeth and said in a heavy voice.
"No help."
The voice is still flat.
"This is our mission." Uncle Zhong's eyes showed a ruthless look.
"Mission? If he wants to take it, I will give him my life, but if he wants me to be a thug, I'm sorry, I won't do it." Xiuzhu's voice came out again, with determination. Uncle Zhong seemed to have expected the solution.
"Uncle Zhong, the situation has changed. We can all be free in this troubled world, and we don't have to participate in the disputes. You and I are just chess pieces, an abandoned piece that is not enough to change the chess game. Why risk our lives?"
Bet." Just as Uncle Zhong turned around, the voice in the other courtyard continued, and Uncle Zhong's steps hesitated slightly.
"Xiuzhu, no matter in the future or in the past, you and I are just ordinary people. This game of chess is not something that you and I can guess and see clearly. Whether it is a living piece or an abandoned piece, you and I are all here.
In the game of chess, you thought you could stay out of it, but in fact... you were killing yourself." Uncle Zhong tilted his head slightly, with two strands of bangs blocking his eyes, and his whole person suddenly became fierce.
"I'm not here to beg you, I'm just here to inform you that that's it, you decide for yourself how to choose. You have the final say whether you want to play chess or live chess, Xiuzhu." After Uncle Zhong finished speaking, he stopped talking nonsense.
Pull away and leave.
With his strength, in the eighth heaven, he can only be regarded as a mid-level player. There are many people who are stronger than him, but Uncle Zhong is walking alone on the road, and no one around him dares to tease him.
What Uncle Zhong said after he left was such that no sound could be heard from the other courtyard...
Uncle Zhong had notified the people he thought might be able to help, but the outcome was not smooth. Uncle Zhong simply returned to the ninth heaven, and he had to prepare for the worst.
However, on his way back, Uncle Zhong accidentally bumped into Bai Ling, the master of the seventh heaven.
After the two people met, they both smiled and yawned at each other.
"Where are Lord Zhongbo going?" His Highness Bai Ling was also the first to ask.
"I have nothing to do, so I want to take a walk around. Is Your Highness Bai Ling going to look for the confidante in Qianbao Pavilion?" Uncle Zhong smiled slightly, and Bai Ling also smiled noncommittally.
"Shu Ya didn't bring any trouble to Lord Zhong Bo, did he?"
"Of course not. The woman next to His Highness Bai Ling is so smart and sensible. At the same time, she completely monopolizes the economic lifeline of the Ninth Heaven. There is no trouble." Uncle Zhong also greeted the Master of Bai Ling and said.
While the two were communicating, they also entered the ninth heaven. Compared with the eighth heaven, the ninth heaven is more down-to-earth and more chaotic. However, experts are very worried about this kind of chaotic scene.
Clearly, compared with the Ninth Heaven, it is the safest and quietest place in the God of War Alliance.
"Speaking of which, it has been such a long time since the Golden List Ceremony ended. I would like to take the liberty to ask where His Highness Xiao Feng from the Ninth Heaven is now and how his situation is?" Bai Ling spoke first,
He asked Uncle Zhong, the God Lord, after all, he had met him once in Wanji Pavilion.
After hearing these words, Lord Uncle Zhong's face was obviously very shocked and unbelievable. He had predicted that there were many possibilities for him to find Bai Ling and ask for help. But he spoke in such a straight-to-the-point way, and
Infinitely close to the ultimate goal of his hard work. This is something that he never imagined.