fifth form

Chapter 1517 The best environment
"Power of faith? Messenger? Coordinates?"

After cursing Pressenel, Zhang Xuezhou also led Song Fengying away from the fighting area.

He held the Essence and Blood Witch Gu medium smeared on white photo paper in his hand, and occasionally asked Song Fengying about it.

More than a thousand meters away, the harsh sound of critical strikes and the sound of countless moths flapping their wings was like the roar of a shipwreck, making people extremely uncomfortable.

A thousand meters is a long distance, but for high-sequencers and ferocious beasts, this is the normal movement range for combat, and even this combat area must be expanded at least ten times.

This is an area that is difficult for Zhang Xuezhou and others to escape in a short time. Even escaping to the military zone outside the city does not mean safety.

After Zhang Xuezhou briefly chanted the curse, he tried his best to find a place to hide.

He relied on the Bichen Jue to sweep around, and then he could barely distinguish the road among the dust and powder in the sky.

When Song Fengying mentioned some of the events of the past few days, Zhang Xuezhou was startled and looked at the temple of the Tour people.

Obviously, the path of cultivation in the world is not limited to genetic fighting techniques and realm techniques. Wild cultivation is also suitable and powerful.

Even people such as Turcolando and Turkarando who were cultivated in the wasteland have special abilities that are difficult for others to replace.

But Huang didn't dig everything out, and even wasted it to a large extent, leaving it to the point where it was picked up by the descendants.

"A person's power is limited!"

No matter how amazing Huang was in the past, and how he went upstream to become a rare special practitioner in ancient and modern times, Huang could not reach his limit.

Sitting in the soul jade for hundreds or thousands of years, the famine still cannot be solved, and all we can do is wait for Yu's return.

Zhang Xuezhou needs to be grateful that he has never carried everything on his shoulders alone to lead the way forward, especially after communicating with Ren Anran, he knows very well that he will have companions in the future.

Just like genetic martial arts, the more participants, the more development it has and the potential to break through the bottlenecks faced by individuals.

There won't be many of them, but they are only two realms away from the limit of practicing realm art, and many of their predecessors have walked the same path over and over again.

Zhang Xuezhou can even ask other realm arts for reference, and does not need to start everything from scratch.

And they also have the spiritual strengthening ability to adapt to realm arts.

Various factors made Zhang Xuezhou feel that he would not repeat everything Huang faced, but he undoubtedly needed to deal with the little tail left by Huang.

"The power of faith must be based on the pious spiritual power of the Tour people. This should be a special spiritual power, and there must be something to rely on!"

Fortunately for Zhang Xuezhou, Pressenel learned the local culture and used normal language to communicate with Song Fengying, which made it easy for him to deduce relevant information.

"Even if Pressenel dies, this kind of sustenance needs to be destroyed, otherwise it will be found by other descendants..."

"He also said that he wanted to resurrect his 'my lord', and he also said that I have 'my lord'. I didn't understand 'my lord'. Anyway, that's what he said!"

Zhang Xuezhou was concerned about the shrine's belief that must be destroyed. When he and Song Fengying found a wide and thick dome building, Zhang Xuezhou also heard some additional news from Song Fengying.

"'My Lord' should be an extraterrestrial demon. Among them are the extraterritorial demons he belongs to, and the extraterritorial demons that refer to me. Pressenel is the subordinate of the extraterritorial demons. So where did the real extraterrestrial demons go?"

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't help but think of the cooling red crystal metal blocks that were thrown out and exploded randomly, and the explosive sword that Nagus obtained, which made it difficult for him to judge for a while.

"Is that the godhead mentioned by Huang?"

"Why was it that Huang was able to discover the divine personality in the sea of ​​spiritual consciousness, but not in reality?"

"That's right, Huang has never really seen the godhead, and this thing has also changed its appearance!"

……

Many thoughts kept popping up in Zhang Xuezhou's mind. Almost every word of Song Fengying gave Zhang Xuezhou various associations and judgments.

He was not sure whether his judgment was correct, but Zhang Xuezhou undoubtedly guessed more than he did before.

He even wondered whether there was something divine like a red crystal metal block hidden in his body, and whether the extraterrestrial devil lived in it.

If the godhead could be removed from him, it would undoubtedly be possible for him to get rid of the extraterrestrial demons.

"Do you think the photos and videos we got are meaningful? Will others believe it? Will they think it is a disgusting drama horror movie? Mom is a little unsure now!"

"Is there something wrong with me?"

"The impact of the sinkhole incident on us seems to be continuing!"

"If we are recognized as monsters like Pressenel, will we be bombarded with rockets?"

"Mom just wants to control public opinion more and try to whitewash us so that other people can find no fault!"

"These monsters are so destructive that they will be wiped out. If we contribute to the economic development of the Red Alliance, we should not end up like this, right?"

……

What Song Fengying was nagging about made Zhang Xuezhou equally wary.

He didn't like the opacity of information before, but Zhang Xuezhou enjoyed the benefits of opaque information.

There are even such people as Nagus.

Even though Naggs caused bloodshed in the British Confederacy, this did not affect other people's classification of Naggs as an alien.

Human beings' appearance is their best way to hide, and Nagus's success has indeed pointed out a way for Zhang Xuezhou.

Zhang Xuezhou couldn't recreate Nagus, but he needed to get closer to Nagus in order to avoid everything Song Fengying was worried about, and even prevent problems that Nagus might bring.

In a short period of time, Zhang Xuezhou and Song Fengying were also baptized by various information storms, and another plan emerged in their mind.

This allowed Zhang Xuezhou to have a clearer understanding of his own situation and make better plans for the future.

"A Red Alliance citizen who doesn't want to be a Sequence Committee member is not a good Red Alliance citizen!"

Zhang Xuezhou's vision went from seeking to insert himself into Xijing City, to gaining a foothold in Xijing City, and then planning to become a sequence committee member, and finally rose to the position that Zhou Xin and others once held.

For him, a bad era may be coming, but the Red Alliance also has an almost optimal environment.

The older generation enters the Old Mansion, and the new generation fails to control it well, and even begins to be plotted by Nags.

The emptiness of Xijing City corresponds to the lower threshold for Zhang Xuezhou's continuous improvement.

Nags may also become his support, acting as an ally for a period of time.

Zhang Xuezhou also has the Tu'er tribe in the Thousand Islands Alliance who may become a die-hard ally.

He doesn't seem to have any advantages, but in fact he has the conditions to win over many people.

It is even possible for Zhang Xuezhou to temporarily mediate the conflict between the British Confederacy and the Red Confederacy.

He set his sights on the dusty field in the distance. As long as all the targets could be successful, he would have all kinds of convenient foreign assistance conditions.

Thinking of various situations, Zhang Xuezhou could not help but chant in a low voice to the essence and blood witchcraft medium smeared on the white background photo paper, relying on the witchcraft in "Hong Lie" to continuously curse Pressenel to encounter bad luck.