Chapter 574: Suppressing the Luck As
the gray mist gradually dissipated, Zhang Yang woke up from his deep sleep, blinked his eyes, and smiled softly. He wanted to say, "Jiuzhu, you are too arrogant," but then he thought, would he become a psychopath if he teased himself?
But then again, if a normal person has dozens or hundreds of alts, he will definitely become a psychopath. As for him, well, he is already a heretic psychopath.
Just now, the subject mobilized the resources in the dream dimension, allowing the dream to briefly invade the world of the Xing clan, and shared all the information, a large amount of resources, and some of the subject's thoughts with him through this dream express delivery method.
What a joke! Do you think we, the trumpet players, don’t have any complaints?
Do you have the guts to swap places?
Huh? "Oh my god, this subject has given himself so many soul shocks that it even affects me. I hope he doesn't really become a psychopath."
Zhang Yang thought to himself with self-mockery, there is no difference between the trumpet and the main body, just like the left hand is called Zhang Yang's hand, and the right hand is called Yang Zhang's hand. Oh, on a cold day, one hand in the pocket is a privilege, and the other hand is holding the steering wheel is abuse, what and what? So this can only be that the plague god Feimo is too powerful, and his influence is simply off the charts.
After thinking about all sorts of things in his mind and treating it as a way to relax and have some fun, Zhang Yang looked happily at an extra-large brick not far from him. This brick was actually made up of two bricks merged together, one black and one white. The materials used were the same as black and white chess pieces, well, the kind that make up black and white chess pieces.
There is no way around it. Zhang Yang's body is too weak, and his spirit is too weak. If he dares to call out the name of the ancient law, then unpredictable and unspeakable things will surely happen, which will be more terrifying than encountering strange curses, demons and monsters.
Therefore, these two black and white bricks are the innate treasures sent by the main body to suppress the luck.
Suppressing destiny! This shows how deep, terrible and serious the hole he dug for himself was.
Zhang Yang sighed twice, but he didn't feel guilty about anything, because since this matter existed, it would explode sooner or later. Instead of doing that, it would be better to take action in advance to control the situation - to suppress the destiny!
These four words are not just boasting, nor are they something that can be shouted out lightly by anyone.
Those who don’t understand can talk about it every day, but those who understand – should keep it in their hands every day.
This is almost equivalent to the nuclear weapon controller box in Zhang Yang’s hometown. It is very heavy and valuable.
"We need to change our thinking. The established strategy of the Civilization trumpet doesn't need to change in general, but the process in between and the nature of the tasks that this Civilization trumpet needs to carry out are different."
Zhang Yang pondered, his eyes never leaving the two oversized bricks.
"First of all, the witch fire of the ancient witch clan actually attracted the Plague God's Spray, so the lock actually jumped from my small account to the main body. This is not right. The main body should not be affected, so it is necessary to use black and white bricks to suppress the luck. There are a total of 32 black and white chess pieces. It is very likely that the gray line of the Plague God's Spray will be locked on me. But isn't this a bit wasteful and rigid? After all, if there are really idiots on the Xing clan who want to kill someone with a borrowed knife, thinking that they can use the ancient god here to fight against the big spray, they will probably be stupid to death!"
"Oh, I don't care how they die, but their actions are bound to affect the main body's plan, so good steel should be used on the blade. If I, a trumpet, can't share the worries of the main body, then this is really an excellent trumpet!"
As Zhang Yang's thoughts turned, he had already decided where to use the two black and white bricks that were used to suppress his luck.
"From now on, you will be called Fantian Brick, and you will be called Dinghai Brick."
Walking out of the huge tent, Zhang Yang saw the three fire-bearers. It was really hard for these three old men to follow him, as they followed him closely, as if they were afraid that he would run away, even though they were expressing their piety and respect.
"Don't worry about me. Now, I'll give you an important task. You see this mountain, right? Go build a witch prayer altar on the top of the mountain. It can be as grand and luxurious as you want. If you don't have enough materials, rob them. If you don't have enough sacrifices, kill them. In short, after the altar is built, I will use my witch prayer talent again to cleanse the filthy spiritual energy in our people's bodies."
Zhang Yang gave the order. He has now changed his original strategy and is no longer in urgent need of more people. Because according to the main body's speculation, the top leaders of the Xing clan might be ready to lift the blood seal at any time. So, from this point of view, the hundreds of billions of Xing clan members in the entire Xing clan world are people he can use.
As for what is fair or unfair, come on, he is just a small account. Do you really think he is obsessed with role-playing and wants to restore the supreme glory of the ancient witch clan?
That can only be a tragedy, no matter whether it is Zhang Yang who takes action or the top leaders of the Xing clan, it will be a tragedy.
The fate of the ancient witch clan is closely linked to Da Feimozi. Anyone who wants to restore this glory must first face Da Feimozi.
After sending away the three fire-bearers who were dominated like fools by the glory of the ancient witch bloodline, Zhang Yang took the black and white bricks and came to a place with winding mountains, soaring dragons and tigers, and clear ground veins. He directly activated two bricks and smashed them down.
Well, nothing happened.
But after more than ten breaths, an illusory dragon shadow emerged from the mountains hundreds of miles away. It was very weak, but also very clear.
It is weak because there are only so many earth veins here, and it is clear because the black and white bricks are too powerful. Well, to be honest, as innate treasures that can suppress luck, they are only used to knock down a mere earth vein that is not even a branch. It is really a waste of their talents.
The dragon shadow of this land vein has not even developed any intelligence yet, and in fact it is still hundreds of thousands of years away from forming the shape of the land vein.
But at this time when the world is in chaos and the spiritual energy is polluted, what else can Zhang Yang complain about when he can find such a pure dragon shadow of the earth vein?
"Whenever a land vein is born, it must be in the shape of a dragon, because dragons can change, turn and move freely. But the land vein I want is one that contains the heaven and earth inside and gives birth to all living things outside. In layman's terms, it means it can eat, give birth, and work!"
As Zhang Yang said this, his fingers quickly touched a dozen key points of the dragon shadow of the earth vein. In an instant, the earth vein turned into the shape of a tree, with a trunk, rhizome, and crown, flourishing and expanding into a standard sphere.
Seeing the ball, Zhang Yang suddenly sighed and chanted in a very lonely voice: "When I went there, the willow trees were swaying. Now I come back, the ball is my toy."
"What? That's too profound to understand. Okay, the gist is - when I lived on Earth, I never thought that one day I would create an Earth-like planet with my own hands."
(End of this chapter)
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