Chapter 573: The Plague God's Saliva
When Zhang Yang No. 09 successfully ignited the witch fire of the ancient witch clan, Zhang Yang, who was in the world of sword immortals, also woke up from meditation (sleep) at the same time.
"Huh? Why do I suddenly feel like I've fallen into a pit and am about to encounter a bloody disaster? Could it be that someone is trying to trick me?"
Zhang Yang muttered to himself, then counted with his fingers - what the hell, old rules, the true spirit vibrates three hundred times, first comprehensively, from the inside to the outside, then from the outside to the inside, boom boom boom boom boom...
Ten minutes later, Zhang Yang stood in front of the World Tree, refreshed and in better shape than ever before.
"Tsk, it's really true that everyone wants to come to me to make a fortune. Master Zhang is so easy to--"
Before he finished speaking, Zhang Yang's eyes widened wider than oranges. Damn! What the hell? Again? At this moment, his blunted true spirit particles suddenly dispersed, and he saw a gray line as thin as a spider silk passing through the unknown void and about to wrap around his body.
This gray thread is truly invisible, colorless and unobstructed. Even Tao Yao's ten eyes of heaven could not detect it, let alone Li Guohuai's Tianshu Palace. The thirty-five layers of the heaven and earth barrier are like nothing in front of this gray line.
If Zhang Yang had not been a wealthy man who already possessed eighty-eight units of Chaos - the ancient laws of black and white, he would not even have discovered this thing.
"Oh my god, this is really a case of sitting at home and getting into trouble. Who is setting a trap for me? Hey, could it be some small account?" Zhang Yang was very confused, because although his true spirit was blunted now and he could no longer split the small account to drag the corpse forward, he had created a lot of small accounts before this, and these small accounts grew wildly on their own, and he didn't have to worry about them at all. Among them, there were as many as fourteen small accounts that he needed to pay special attention to, so he couldn't figure out where the trap came from for a while? "No matter, since I've jumped into the trap, I'll deal with it first. Do you really think I'm still the number one main body back then? If you want to take the top position, you small accounts have to wait!"
Zhang Yang smiled and without saying a word grabbed his little cousin to do hard labor. Well, young people need more training.
A few seconds later, Mu Shaoan appeared, complaining.
"I say, Old Zhang, why are you so reckless? You even used the Heaven and Earth Order. I'm currently at the critical moment of studying the Law of Sword 4.0. I tell you, if you lose your inspiration, you won't be able to pay for it. Damn it, cousin, what are you doing? Why do you always do this to yourself? I think you are the king of the barbarians. Okay, okay, can't I just give up my throne and let someone more capable do it?"
Mu Shaoan screamed because he had already seen the seemingly ordinary gray line and was so frightened that he jumped thirty meters.
"Stop talking nonsense. Do you think I am willing? I was sitting at home, eating hot pot and singing songs, and who knew this thing would fall down? I am so wronged! Think of a solution quickly!"
Zhang Yang stood there, looking very anxious, and took out two pieces of iced watermelon and started eating them.
Mu Shaoan sighed. He was sure that he must have done many evil things in his past life and the next, which was intolerable to heaven, so he had to have such a shameless cousin. It was a pity that such a kind, pure, handsome and unparalleled cousin had to be forced to do hard labor.
"Cousin, to be honest, you know about the third-generation insecticide, right? This is the important reference target of the third-generation insecticide, the legendary saliva of the God of Plague. As for why it is the saliva of the God of Plague, please forgive me for not knowing anything. As for the reason, I will not and cannot tell you. Anyway, I think the power of this thing is about one-tenth of the third-generation insecticide. If you fail, all your belongings will be gone. Well, you can only wish you good luck. I'm busy."
Mu Shaoan snatched a piece of iced watermelon from Zhang Yang and left in a hurry. He was a hard-working person and would not be lazy like someone else.
"The saliva of the Plague God?"
Zhang Yang seemed to be thinking about something and didn't care about Mu Shaoan's departure. He originally wanted this kid to come and see if the gray line was a third-generation insecticide. If it was, he would immediately pack his luggage and turn around and run. If not, then he would also be prepared to run.
Of course, you have to do a few moves before running.
With a thought, the Galaxy Mark of the Trainee Time Guardian appeared before his eyes. The numbers on it were still the same: year, month, day, hour, minute, second - 24:24:24:24:18:0. "I want to exchange for all the information about the Plague God's saliva."
As Zhang Yang finished speaking, the galaxy mark began to spin rapidly. In an instant, an answer appeared, and then three minutes were deducted from him. Zhang Yang shuddered in pain, but it also showed how powerful the Plague God's saliva was.
"If this continues, I'll have to take the initiative to find work. I don't want to be eliminated in a million years."
With a sigh, Zhang Yang clicked on the complete information provided by the River of Time.
This information is not in the form of text, images, or pictures. It is very strange. If you only use your eyes to see and your ears to hear, you will never get the answer. So you have to use your true spirit to sense it. Moreover, the beginning of the information warns that you must have a true spirit of five leaves or above to try to sense it.
Zhang Yang is now of course a five-leaf true spirit, and because he was blunted halfway, to be honest, even he himself doesn't know the upper limit of his defense ability. Anyway, referring to Mu Xiaogui, he thinks he can also withstand the third-generation insecticide - then, three days later, after Zhang Yang finished using his true spirit to sense, he knelt on the ground and retched, and the liquid he vomited turned into an extremely terrifying monster the moment it appeared in this world, as if some great terror was about to befall.
"Draft Master!"
Twelve black and white chess pieces rotated and smashed down, suppressing all the strangeness on the spot, crushing it continuously, leaving no residue.
Finally, Zhang Yang lay on the ground with lingering fear. He felt dull, no, old, as if he had recovered from a serious illness and struggled back from the brink of death.
It was a full hour later that he finally had the energy to curse.
"Oh my god, how can there be such an evil and unsolvable bastard in this world?"
The Plague God's saliva has nothing to do with the Plague God, but in fact it is hundreds, thousands, or even tens of thousands times more powerful than the Plague God.
This is not a specific creature at all. It exists purely to disgust people. No, no, no, even the information provided by the Long River of Time does not have its specific source. It can only be confirmed that this thing is a mass of paste. It is not very big, but very, very, very huge. If the unit is grid (10,000 kilometers in length, width and height), the total volume is about 10 to the ninetieth power. Oh my god, Zhang Yang can't imagine how big it is! (After all, someone doesn't know how big it is)
In short, it's scary. Can you imagine a huge, sticky mouthful of phlegm flying steadily towards you? And you can't avoid it?
"So this is the truth. Someone is tricking me and activating some kind of power, which then attracts the Plague God's saliva. Then the Plague God's saliva will lock onto me in a straight line, so this mouthful of sticky phlegm just flew towards me. And this gray line is the positioning device of the Plague God's saliva."
"Don't let me catch you, you little bastard!"
Zhang Yang was so angry that he was almost scratching his head and had no idea what to do. At this moment, the reply letter he sent three days ago asking all the trumpets to report their work finally arrived. It only took him three seconds to identify the outbreak site of the problem.
"09 small account? Oh my god, brother, you've caused us so much trouble this time. Why did you activate the witch fire of the ancient witch clan for no reason? Are you asking me to shed tears and kill Ma Su? Um, wait, the Plague God's saliva can actually melt through the ancient god's game barrier, right?"
Zhang Yang blinked his eyes and suddenly felt that this might be a huge opportunity.
Think about it.
They are now trapped in the game barrier of the ancient gods. It is easy to escape. The Death Ship can break through by force, but in doing so, they will have to abandon the foundation they have worked so hard to build.
That's why he sent out his trumpet to try to find an opportunity to break through.
But now, if we can attract the Plague God's saliva, we will definitely be able to break through the barrier, so now we only need to do two things.
First, throw the guiding coordinates of this gray line out, at least to the people of the Xing clan.
Second, no matter what, we must complete Sword Dao Law 4.0 before the Plague God's saliva arrives. Only in this way, and then combine the swords of tens of millions of Mahayana sword practitioners like an engine, can we get this world out of this vortex of events at the fastest speed!
Oh, as smart as I am, it's so despairing and suffocating.
Once you figure out the truth of the matter, the rest will be easy.
Based on the peculiarities of the plague god's saliva, Zhang Yang immediately made three inferences.
First of all, the ancient witch tribe must have a great deal to do with the plague god's saliva. Either they created it, or they were all trapped in it. This explains why the people of the Xing tribe had to wander throughout the fourth sequence, change their surnames and names, and even seal and block their core talents.
Secondly, it is not ruled out that the people of the Xing tribe deliberately jumped into the game trap of this ancient god, because to them, the saliva of the Plague God is like a nightmare cloud, always lingering in the blood genes of their tribe, and it may explode at any time and kill everyone.
However, they are able to survive in the game of the ancient gods. Perhaps they want to use the power of the ancient gods in the game to fight against the saliva of the plague god?
It is very likely. Otherwise, there is no way to explain why the world of the Xing tribe collapsed so quickly. Maybe they did it on purpose. Even if their own trumpets did not light the witch fire today, the Xing tribe members would definitely light the witch fire themselves.
Third, the Plague God’s saliva is mostly related to time waste, so it is very likely that there will be a mission to guard the River of Time at that time. He has to plan early. If he can do it in one wave, it is better to do it in one wave. After all, the time number is very important.
"So, I have to hurry up and process more Chaos-Ancient Black and White Laws. At the same time, I must also increase investment in the 09 trumpet and let him transfer the hatred value of the gray line to taunt it. Otherwise, it will always fall on my head. I wonder if you are a ruthless person!"
(End of this chapter)
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