Chapter 619: The boss of the trumpet In
three days, an extremely powerful chaotic life was born. He was millions of kilometers tall and hundreds of thousands of kilometers thick. His whole body was covered by super-rich law power. What he looked like was no longer important. His identity determined everything.
As soon as he woke up, he let out a unique roar. Every syllable of the roar carried a powerful and complete Taoist rhythm, and every movement was full of the power of heaven and earth.
To be frank, this chaotic life has just been born, and its strength has reached the level of a high-level god of laws, which is almost comparable to ten Qu Shangs. (Note: Different laws have different priorities. For example, the priority of the fairy and magic law is at the forefront, and the sword law 4.0 must be lower than the fairy and magic law.) But this is not all, because when chaos evolved, it also evolved a chaos weapon for this chaotic life. This thing is even larger, with a length of millions of kilometers, and is also set up for the creation of the world.
At this moment, the chaotic life let out a roar, the sound was as rhythmic as thunder, golden flowers on the road blossomed, and at the same time, the chaotic weapon was activated, and the classic plot was about to be staged.
But No. 09, who was in the situation, did not dare to be negligent at all. He used the resources he had secretly obtained before to shrink himself as much as possible, and then hid in the hair of the chaotic life. He originally thought that he could hold on, but as the roar of the chaotic life became louder and more urgent, and the laws of the Tao evolved more and more powerfully, he was directly bounced out.
Fortunately, this chaotic life form was still incomplete, otherwise even if he could have avoided the previous chaotic evolution, he would have been shattered and his soul would have been destroyed by the impact of this protective light.
But at this moment he still had the energy to fly towards the chaos weapon and quickly hide in a pattern that was tens of kilometers deep. This was the most correct hiding place, because what was next was the creation of the world, and everything in the entire chaos would ultimately be super-optimized by chaotic life and chaos weapons.
“So noisy!”
“So boring!”
“How abominable!”
The roar from the chaotic life gradually took on a concrete concept. This process was like a chick finally finding the talent to eat rice and drink water after hatching. Since Trumpet 09 was now a symbiotic entity with chaos, he could understand it.
Next, as expected, the big hands of the chaotic life reached around, and suddenly the entire chaos erupted with a huge storm of laws, and then, the chaotic weapon came into his hands.
"Drink! I want this day..."
"Drink! I want this land..."
The roar was like thunder, as if something was wrong, but it didn't matter. The chaotic lifeform was tossing around madly with the chaotic weapon, and the whole chaos was boiling. Account 09 had no time to watch the show and just hold on, enduring. As long as he passed this level, he would not only be an innate creature in this plane, but also at least a demigod of the law. Well, he didn't dare to steal too much, otherwise the ancient god "Game" would see it at the first sight.
Finally, the chaos opened up, and along with the rising of clear air, 1,800 embryonic forms of the avenue flew up and together formed the universe, the sun, the moon, and the sky.
Along with the descent of turbid air, another 1,800 kinds of embryonic avenues fell down, together forming the alternating cycle of the laws of spring, summer, autumn and winter.
But there are still countless chaos residues that have not been optimized. They fall to the ground like meteors and turn into innate spiritual treasures and innate creatures that will be born in an unknown period of time.
This also includes the 09 trumpet.
At this time, as expected, the chaotic life that created the world was exhausted to death due to incomplete development. His huge body fell down with a loud bang. Before he died completely, his body was controlled by another force and quickly turned into countless innate creatures.
09Xiaohao watched, not daring to breathe. He finally understood why the ancient god's 'game' wanted to speed up the evolution of chaos and the process of creation. Look at this race of innate creatures, which was clearly created based on the Thousand-Handed Shura clan and could perfectly restrain the Sword Immortal.
Maybe they still have various fatal flaws, but as long as there is one thing, that is to restrain the sword immortal. Look at that extremely strong defense, it is clearly evolved to resist the high-pressure sword energy.
"I don't know the main reason either. Ugh, what on earth did Zhang Yang do to reveal such a big flaw? Even Ancient God Game wants to take the opportunity to deal with him, but it has nothing to do with me?" 09 Xiaohao thought, and then continued to observe, trying his best to suppress the impulse in his heart.
Cou, from now on, my surname is Yang and my name is Chigua, how can you not accept it?
Next, just keep hiding, get enough benefits, and then while the two planes are fighting, return to the world of sword immortals and become a free and easy invisible boss. Wouldn’t that be great?
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In the world of Sword Immortal,
The sun was shining brightly as Mu Shaoan sat comfortably on a recliner, drinking a little wine and pulling his beard, feeling very comfortable.
It feels so comfortable without that older cousin always causing trouble and hindering us.
Now, the entire Sword Immortal World, except for the Qingmu World and the Sword Immortal Hall, even the temporary authority of the World Tree is in his hands.
Oh, score two thirds.
After all, Li Guohuai and Jiang Rong next door don’t seem to be too stupid. Before they are promoted to God of Laws, they can still be fooled, but now they have to be dealt with fairly.
But even so, it's easier to deal with a hundred smart people than one big fool.
“A-choo!”
Just as Mu Shaoan was thinking a thousand things in a second, and planning for the future at the speed of processing nine hundred and eighty-seven things per second, his nose suddenly felt itchy, and a sneeze interrupted all his thoughts.
He subconsciously threw two destiny chess pieces onto the giant destiny chessboard that had just been built not far away. The next second, he shot up like an old cat whose tail had been stepped on, and landed directly on the huge destiny chessboard that was tens of thousands of meters high and covered thousands of kilometers. His eyes were as big as two balls! "What the hell? A near-death game! Why is this happening? Is Fatty Zhang sacrificing me again?"
Mu Shaoan was so angry that he blew his beard and glared, then he quickly took out a strange insect with an ostentatious face from his chest and stabbed it one hundred and eighty times. Then he seemed to remember something and counted with his fingers.
I was trying to help and accidentally injured him.
My cousin actually behaved so well this time? No, he had no idea that this crisis was coming. For an ancient god like this, please go find a big rooster and end your life.
"Uh, no response?"
Mu Shaoan took out the strange human-faced insect from his heart again. He really wasn't seeking revenge. He just wanted to remind Zhang Yang in this way to come back quickly, because the old nest was in danger!
After blinking his eyes, he cautiously, tiptoed, and extremely gently stabbed the human-faced insect eighteen times, each stab piercing its back.
The strange insect whimpered silently and a lot of black blood flowed, but the arrogant face on it still did not open its eyes, as if it was not cursing him.
"I'll make it up, cousin, you're so cruel, cousin, I give in."
With a sigh, Mu Shaoan had to put away the curse in his heart. It seemed that Fatty Zhang was trapped in the dream dimension for some reason. Hey, how does the saying go? If you don't do it, you will die!
But this time, Fatty Zhang took away six great masters of laws and tens of millions of main sword immortals, so the house is extremely empty. I don’t know where this crisis comes from?
"It's my bad luck!"
Mu Shaoan cursed and began to deduce using a brand new chessboard of fate.
What he didn't know was that at this moment on the throne in the Sword Immortal Hall, a piece of strange purple wood was quietly placed there. There were hundreds of shocking large holes on it. Through these holes, a line of small words could be vaguely seen.
"The subject is not at home. If you have any questions, please ask the housekeeper."
"If you ask where the butler is, all the trumpets are him!"
——
"puff!"
In that new world, Yang Chigua lay on his back in despair in a hidden crevice of the rocks, spurting out mouthful after mouthful of golden blood like it was free.
My heart hurts so much.
It hurts so much, it hurts so much.
Tears flow silently.
Damn it! My demigod of laws is gone just like that!
(End of this chapter)
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