Chapter 153 When the hatred of the past hits my heart!
The dream was so long that my memory began to become confused.
As a premature child of the eight-armed Yaksha clan, Ye Gourd is weak, so weak that he is not even qualified to hunt.
But it was lucky. When that terrible disaster struck, my grandfather wrapped it up with the grease of the ten thousand year sacred tree and isolated it from the outside world.
I hope that one day in the future, when all things revive, it can spread the seeds of the Eight-Armed Yaksha all over the planet again.
In fact, Ye Hu is not too enthusiastic about this important task.
Why are there so many little forks? To provide practitioners with raw materials for refining weapons and elixirs?
The various subdivisions of the Yaksha class are as numerous as the stars in the sky, and this one is no exception!
Besides, if it's just one of its own, how many generations of inbreeding will it take to regenerate a similar person with the same blood concentration as it?
But I never expected it!
As soon as Ye Hu climbed out of the pile of remains of his ancestors, he saw his "same kind" that looked exactly like him?
It seems that the other party is also quite confused, just like it!
"Brother, which part of yours was sent by the program team?"
Bei Mingren waved to Ye Hu, then pointed forward and whispered: "Fang Xiu has excellent ears, please be gentle!"
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Ye Gourd tilted his head as he listened to the weird syllables coming out of his kind's mouth. He stretched out a claw finger and lightly scratched the fossil pile, which was almost fused together, and it cut it in two.
Ye Hu took a breath instinctively, and his body instantly became thinner than a piece of paper and slipped out of the gap.
"hiss"
Bei Mingren took in a breath of cold air, and all the hair on his body exploded.
First of all, the identity of the android was ruled out due to the quick expression on the other person's face and the stench coming out of his mouth.
Secondly, with this extremely exaggerated "bone-shrinking skill", human identity is also eliminated first.
After looking at the softening black-yellow resin in the crevices of the fossil pile, no matter how slow Bei Mingren reacted, he could probably guess what it was.
He swallowed dryly, a biting chill instantly enveloped him, and his body began to tremble uncontrollably.
"Are you so impatient?"
Ye Hu was even more at a loss.
As soon as the other party sees it, he will let out a low whimper in his throat, stick out his butt, and tremble slightly all over. This is the Yasha clan's signal to court a mate.
As a young child, Ye Hu is shy and impatient.
After all, in the past, it was not eligible to participate in this kind of interaction.
But the other party is so desperate, what can it do?
Taking a breath, Ye Hu's body expanded again. His five-meter-tall body was as strong as a hill.
It grabbed the Beimingren's lower back with both claws and pushed hard...
"Um?"
Ye Hu retracted his claws, and there was a piece of skin-like thing hanging on it, as well as bright red, foul-smelling blood.
This kind of aura is that of a cultivator!
Evil cultivators, descendants of demons, brutal predators, and massacrers for fun!
In his mind, scenes of cultivators descending from the sky and slaughtering their own people instantly emerged.
Just to forge a good knife?
Just to make a Ten Thousand Souls Banner?
Even just to test the realm and combat power of the young cultivator?
Countless ethnic groups will die because of this!
"Fuck, run away!"
Bei Mingren suffered severe pain in his lower back. Because he was acting, he did not wear any protective gear.
Ye Hu's claws lightly scratched his body, tearing apart the bionic leather and his iron-like body.
This shows how terrifying this monster is.
After tearing off the disguise of Diyou Yaksha, Bei Mingren flew out and shouted loudly to all the actors in the bronze hall.
"Run quickly, Diyou Yaksha is really alive, he is the real Yaksha!"
Bei Mingren screamed hoarsely.
But the sound was instantly drowned in the thundering sound of fighting.
"Brother, be careful of that Yaksha!"
"More and more Yashas are waking up, even some with eight arms!"
"How many of our tribe have been transformed into demons by witches and wizards!"
"Haha, flesh and blood, flesh and blood!"
"Where did that kid come from? He stole the show with his bare buttocks? Do you have any shame?"
"Shit, tell him, don't take off your clothes!"
…
"grass!"
Bei Mingren stood shirtless, looking at all the cast and crew around him who were extremely involved in the performance, and suddenly felt like that big idiot!
"Grrrrrr!"
At this time, Ye Hu also jumped up, jumped out of the dark corner, and came after him.
It landed next to Beimingren. The raised craggy claws were just about to fall when they were shocked by the lively atmosphere of the performance. One claw was frozen in mid-air, and the three vertical eyes were full of doubts and difficulties.
The scene in front of me is familiar yet unfamiliar.
The same people are fighting each other.
Immortals are coming and going, their spells are shining brightly, light and shadow are flickering, magic weapons are smashing here and there, making jingling noises.
Similar creatures from all directions, with four limbs, six limbs, and seven limbs, were flying on the ground. With a tear of their claws, they tore a cultivator's body into pieces, causing his organs and blood to spurt out.
only.
The power is a bit low.
Low profile version?
Ye Hu raised his head and sniffed, it seemed that there was no spiritual power in the air.
But without spiritual power, how could it wake up?
Of course this doesn't matter.
What matters is the low-end version of the world.
It has been very smart since it was a child. Grandpa said that its understanding is as smart as that of a seven or eight-year-old cultivator.
The spiritual power in the air is almost invisible, but there are cultivators and weaklings of the same kind.
This shows that the world’s force value has been greatly reduced!
Then wouldn’t it be the Chosen Fork!
The Lord of Life!
"Young Master Fang came just in time, we are all helpless against this giant bronze coffin!"
On the other side, when Wu Rininggui and others saw Fang Xiu arriving, they quickly opened an opening and displayed thirteen huge bronze coffins in front of Fang Xiu.
Thirteen giant coffins about three meters high stand quietly on the ground.
Although it has been left in the hall for unknown years, its appearance is still bright, and the lines of seal carvings on it are clearly visible.
Wu Rininggui and others seemed to have overused their spiritual power, and they were all panting and sweating profusely.
"Fang Shaoxia is a disciple of the Holy Land, so he can definitely do it!"
"That's right, a young foundation-building expert must have a magic weapon in his hand that can cut through iron as well as clay!"
All the Mang Yuan clan chiefs cast their expectant glances at Fang Xiu without hesitation.
"Please step back!"
Fang Xiu nodded slightly, touched by this atmosphere of high expectations.
Since his rebirth, most of the things that happened to him were bloody. A normal atmosphere of cultivating immortals like today is really rare.
"Yunlin Prison Suppressing Sword!"
Fang Xiu shouted, and a small silver sword appeared in the air next to itself, and shot toward the giant bronze coffin.
The hard coffin, which Wu Rininggui and other Manchurian clan leaders were helpless to do at first, was as soft as bean dregs in front of the silver sword, and the coffin lid was split into two in an instant.
Everyone looked inside at the same time and saw an old man wearing a huge dark green cloak lying quietly in the copper coffin.
His eyes were tightly closed, his face was bloodless, and his skin was dry, as if all the blood in his body had dried up. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that this person was not a corpse.
"Who disturbed my Qingxiu!"
A hoarse voice came from the old man's throat. As soon as the old man opened his eyes, a big hammer fell in front of him, directly smashing the old man to death in the copper coffin, and his head was shattered.
"Disturbing your sister!"
The leader of the Iron Lizard tribe wiped the red and white stuff on his face and smiled coldly.
"This is what the world of cultivation should be like!"
Fang Xiu nodded secretly, applauding the iron lizard tribe leader's decisiveness.
In the world of cultivating immortals, ghosts and gods are unpredictable. If you encounter such a sleeping old guy, if you don't kill him with one blow, do you have to fight him hard and wait for him to wake up and then compete again?
The author of cultivation novels really has no basic knowledge of cultivation!
"Please continue, Young Master Fang!"
The other Mang Yuan clan leaders present were also impatient and raised their weapons one after another, eager to try.
There are only thirteen bronze coffins in total. Except for the last three that contain truly powerful men, there are only ten bronze coffins with bionic people lying inside.
But there were sixteen Mang Yuan clan chiefs present.
Who can grab the role depends on one's ability.
"good!"
Fang Xiu waved his finger, and the small silver sword flew, cutting open the giant bronze coffins one by one. The Mangyuan clan chiefs present rushed towards the bronze coffins, fighting for it.
There was no regard for the possible dangers inside the copper coffin.
Even over who personally kills the sorcerer, the swords are at war. You push me and scold me, and the emotions are intense.
Fang Xiu was greatly touched. The story that the wilderness tribe had been poisoned by witchcraft and sorcerers for thousands of years seemed to be true.
"There are only three left!"
Fang Xiu turned the silver sword and flew toward the last three giant coffins deep in the hall.
The sixteen wilderness clan leaders who had been fighting over each other before, but for some unknown reason, all took a few steps back, their expressions showing a trace of undetectable tension and solemnity.
"Is there something weird in these three giant bronze coffins? Why don't I feel it?"
Fang Xiu was confused and couldn't help but become vigilant.
"Chapter Commander, I have no objection to your people joining, but how did you promise me!"
In the live broadcast, Fang Xiu's small silver sword flew up and shot towards the last three bronze coffins. At this moment, the naked Beimingren jumped out and stood in the middle of the hall, shouting. Anyone with a discerning eye could see it. , I knew he was stealing the show.
Xu Bo's brows twitched, anger rising in his heart.
He doesn't care about Feng Xiongao's identity as the leader of the interstellar war group. In the program team, the smooth progress of the plot is more important than anything else.
"We have agreed that when your six warriors join the crew, they can only act according to the plot and character design. Why did he take off the Yasha bionic suit and disrupt the normal progress of the plot!"
Xu Bo pointed at Beimingren and asked angrily.
"My soldiers will never do such abnormal behavior for no reason!"
Feng Xiongao was also surprised by Bei Mingren's strange behavior.
He waved his hand to interrupt Xu Bo's words and communicated with the Northern Dark Blade through the Space Marine's separate brainwave channel.
"Xiao Ren, what happened!"
"Boss, please inform the program team that the guy next to me is a real guy!"
In his brain waves, Bei Mingren's voice was trembling.
"What, what a guy!"
Feng Xiongao, who had always been indifferent and calm, was suddenly startled. He looked at the live broadcast screen again, and sure enough, beside Bei Mingren, he saw the figure of the eight-armed Yaksha who was obviously larger than the android Yaksha.
"Director Xu, please confirm whether this eight-armed yaksha belongs to your program team!" Feng Xiongao said urgently.
"What can be confirmed about this? The Yaksha in the scene copy is not from our program team. How could it be that he grew up in this ruins himself?"
Xu Bo was stunned and felt that Feng Xiongao's question was a bit ridiculous.
Your people are running around and messing with the show crew, what are you doing with the bionic Yaksha!
But don’t tell me, the Yaksha in the picture is indeed a bit too realistic and tall.
And unlike the bionic yaksha template produced by the show, this yaksha has three eyes, all of which are vertical.
"Geng Fafa, Hao Youqian, have you made your own decisions again and randomly filled in props and dungeon creatures?" Xu Bo turned around and asked.
"I'm only responsible for the props, the flesh-and-blood things have nothing to do with me!"
Geng Fafa shook his head and messed up his greasy shawl hair.
"This has nothing to do with me. Bionic humans are all mass-produced from the same template. If you make one individually, the cost is too high and it is difficult to reimburse!"
Hao Youqian also waved his hand quickly.
"so?"
Xu Bo's heart skipped a beat.
He looked at the live broadcast again and found that the eight-armed Yaksha next to Beimingren was not even the slightest bit more real than the cheap bionic man.
"Inform all the actors to stop the performance and exit the hall immediately. My people will take over this alien creature immediately!"
Feng Aotian stood up violently.
The emergence of new unknown species cannot be taken lightly by any civilization.
"No, no!"
Xu Bo shook his head firmly.
Once the performance stops, the entire program will be scrapped.
Even if the audience is tolerant, they can still accept the re-interpretation of the plot.
But what about Fang Xiu?
If he discovers that the world is fake and the whole world is making fun of him, with his current strength, he may not go on a killing spree!
The entire cast is equally dangerous.
"Shut up, the Space Marines have officially taken over G36, and the Space Marines are arresting them!" Feng Xiong said angrily.
"Fart, G36 is in the public area of the Galactic Alliance. It is only restricted by the alliance's general convention, and other laws are invalid!"
Xu Bo even responded tit-for-tat: "All reality shows in the alliance are performed in public areas in order to escape the control of various laws. Even if the king of heaven comes, he can't control us!"
"grass!"
"day!"
"Director, Chapter Leader, stop arguing, that thing is fighting with the witchcraft wizard!"
"Fuck, I died in one round!"
Geng Fafa and Hao Youqian didn't even bother trying to stop the fight. They pointed at the live broadcast and were so frightened that they couldn't even finish their sentences.
…
Ten seconds ago!
The small silver sword whirled in mid-air and crashed down towards the last three giant bronze coffins.
"Peng!"
However, before the small sword fell, the lids of three huge bronze coffins flew up and shot out without any warning.
"The witchcraft wizard is awake!"
The sixteen tribe chiefs, who had been waiting attentively for a long time, shouted in unison and rolled in all directions. Three bronze coffin lids "just happened" to fly over their heads where they originally stopped.
Then.
Then it smashed straight towards Beimingren and Yehu, who were standing in the middle of the hall.
"Grrrrrr!"
Ye Hu turned his head and swung his huge disproportionate claws casually. Three coffin lids weighing more than several thousand kilograms were twisted and deformed by it like rubbing waste paper!
Ye Hu looked far away with three vertical eyes and saw three extremely coquettish figures flying out of the copper coffin with great force.
"The power of witchcraft is boundless, and everything can be bewitched!"
Three voodoo warlocks played by Space Marines flew high into the air, with their arms spread wide and waving their staffs.
The dark green brilliance illuminated the entire bronze hall.
The dark wind howled, the ghostly mist piled up, and shadows resembling the Earthly Yaksha were flying and roaring in the hall, like wronged souls suffering from endless torture.
"GuluGulu (cultivation cultivator)!"
The hatred of the past came into his heart, Ye Hu screamed and filial piety, and disappeared in a flash.
The next moment, in front of the three space warriors, a sharp claw protruded from the void. With just one stroke, the body of the space warrior, which could withstand guns and cannons, was instantly torn into countless pieces.