With the gray-white mist gradually dissipating, Zhang Yang woke up from his deep sleep, blinked his eyes, and smiled softly. He wanted to say something, "Zhuhu, you are so arrogant," but then he thought about whether he would become the one who teased him. Neuropathy
But then again, if a normal person has dozens or hundreds of trumpets, he will definitely become a psychopath. As for him, alas, he is already a heretical psychopath, okay
Just now, the subject used the resources in the dream dimension, directly allowing the dream to briefly invade the world of the Xing tribe, and shared with him all the intelligence and a large amount of resources as well as some of the subject's thoughts through this dream express method. .
What a joke, do you think we, the trumpet players, don’t have any thoughts
Do you have the ability to swap places
Um
"Hey, let me guess, the subject has shocked his own soul so many times that it has even affected me. Don't really become mentally ill."
Zhang Yang thought mockingly to himself, there is actually 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, having a warm hand in your pocket is a special treat. Holding the steering wheel with the other hand is abuse, what and what
So this can only be because Lao Shizi's Droplets of the God of Plague are too powerful, and their influence is simply overwhelming.
After some random thoughts in his mind, Zhang Yang thought it was time to relax and have fun. Zhang Yang happily looked at an extra-large tile not far away from him. This was actually made of two tiles merged, one was black and the other was white. , the materials used are black and white chess pieces, well, the kind of things that make up black and white chess pieces.
There's no way around it. Zhang Yang's body is too weak, and his true spirit is too weak. If he dares to call the name of the ancient law, then something unfathomable and unspeakable will definitely happen, guaranteed to be worse than encountering strange and cursed demons and monsters. Be scary.
So these two black and white tiles are innate treasures sent by the main body to suppress luck.
Suppress your luck!
It can be seen how deep, terrifying and serious the hole he dug for himself this time is.
Zhang Yang clicked his tongue twice, but he didn't feel guilty, because since this thing exists, it will break out sooner or later. Instead of doing this, it is better to control the situation in advance - to suppress the luck!
These four words are not something to be blown away, nor are they something that can be shouted out by just anyone.
People who don’t understand can talk about it every day, but people who understand should wear it on their hands every day.
This is almost equivalent to the nuclear weapon controller box in Zhang Yang's hometown. It's worth a lot of money.
"The thinking needs to be changed. The established strategy of the civilized trumpet generally does not need to change, but the process in between and the nature of the tasks that the civilized trumpet needs to carry are different."
Zhang Yang pondered, his eyes never leaving the two large tiles.
"First of all, the ignition of the ancient witch fire actually attracted the droplets of the plague god, so the lock actually jumped from my trumpet to the main body. This is wrong. The main side should not be affected. , so this requires the use of black and white tiles to suppress luck. There are thirty-two black and white chess pieces in total. There is a high probability that the gray line of the droplets of the God of Plague can be locked on me, but is this a bit wasteful? Rigid? After all, among the Xing tribe, if there is really an idiot who wants to borrow a knife to kill people, and thinks that he can use the ancient gods here to fight against Big Fei Mozi, he will probably be killed!"
"Oh, I don't care how they die, but their actions are bound to affect the main body's plan. Therefore, good steel must be used on the blade. I am a trumpet. If I can't share the main body's worries, tsk, this is really an excellent little guy. Number!"
As Zhang Yang's thoughts flowed, he had already decided where to use these two black and white tiles used to suppress luck.
"From now on, you will be called Fantian Brick, and you will be called Dinghai Brick."
After walking out of the huge tent, Zhang Yang saw the three fire-raisers. It was really hard for these three old men. They stayed close to him, 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. Have you seen this big mountain? Go and build a witchcraft altar on the top of the mountain. It should be as grand and grand as it is and as luxurious as it is. If you don't have enough materials, just grab it. , if the sacrifices are not enough, kill them. In short, after the altar is built, I will use my talent of witchcraft and prayer again to remove the filthy spiritual energy from our people's bodies."
Zhang Yang ordered that he has now changed his original strategy and is no longer in urgent need of more people, because according to the main guess, the top leaders of the Xing tribe may be preparing to lift the blood seal at any time, so from this perspective, The tens of billions of Xing Clan members in the entire Xing Clan world are all people he can use.
As for whether it is fair or unfair, come on, he is just a trumpet. Do you really think that he is possessed by role-playing and wants to restore the supreme glory of the ancient witch clan
That can only be a tragedy, whether it is Zhang Yang's action or the high-level execution of the Xing tribe, this will be a tragedy.
The fate of the ancient witch clan has been closely linked to Big Feimozi. Whoever wants to restore this glory should face Big Feimozi first.
After sending away the three fire-raisers who were dominated by the glory of the ancient witch clan's bloodline like fools, Zhang Yang took the black and white bricks and came to a place with winding mountains, dragons and tigers leaping, and clear earth veins. He directly put the two bricks Activate and smash down.
Well, nothing happened.
But after more than ten breaths, an illusory earth dragon shadow was extracted from the hundreds of miles of mountains. It was very weak, but also very clear.
Weak because there are only a few earth veins here, clear because the black and white bricks are too powerful. Well, to be honest, they are innate treasures that can suppress luck. At this moment, they are only used to beat a mere branch, which is not even a branch. The earth veins are really overqualified.
This earth vein dragon shadow has not even developed spiritual intelligence, and it is actually hundreds of thousands of years away from forming the shape of the earth vein.
But in today's time of chaotic heaven and dirty spiritual energy, if you can find such a pure earth-line dragon shadow, what else can Zhang Yang be picky about
"Whenever the earth veins are born, they must be in the shape of a dragon, because the dragon changes, moves around, and is free. But the earth veins I want are to contain the heaven and earth within, and to produce all kinds of spirits outside. As the saying goes, they can eat, give birth, and do things!"
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. The trunk, rhizomes, and crown of the tree flourished and expanded into a tree. Standard round ball.
Seeing this round ball, Zhang Yang suddenly sighed and recited in an extremely lonely voice:
"In the past I left, and the willows were still there. Now I am here, and the balls are used as toys."
"What? It's too advanced to understand. Well, the general idea is - I lived on the earth in the past, how could I have imagined that one day I would personally create an earth-like planet?"