"I want to retreat!"
After announcing this matter with great solemnity, Zhang Yang handed over the control of the Sword Immortal Camp to He Yimou, Wu Jun, and Guan Shan. Because of Qu Shang and Tao Yao, they had to follow up on the Evil Dream Sea battlefield to prevent anything from happening. Unexpectedly, Zhao Baiyi had to sit in the Dream Kingdom outside and patrol daily.
Although in theory, there is no possibility of any accidents, after all, the formation of thirty sky-grabbing swords is on duty every day. It can be locked in one second and launched in three seconds. In four seconds, it can kill the invading enemy from the ancient god Chicken Leg to the lowest. Any little minions will be given full seconds.
On weekdays, Zhang Yang, the laughing Taoist ancestor, never pays attention to specific affairs, so in fact, it really doesn't make any difference whether he is in seclusion or not.
But, all this is superficial.
In the secret, Zhang Yang is busy but no one knows. For example, this time, he wants to secretly go back to his hometown.
Because in the end, the core strategic goal has changed. Well, actually, this matter is not that important. With his style of digging holes wherever he wants, there is no ultimate goal or core goal at all. He just picks one out. The plan is to make the large group of confident disciples outside stunned and completely doubt their life.
After slipping out of the retreat, a thought appeared again in the Dream Wasteland a hundred thousand kilometers away. This place was already outside the daily patrol range of the Dream Kingdom. After a brief inspection, Zhang Yang nodded with satisfaction. Zhao Baiyi did everything flawlessly. He has a gentle personality and meticulous work. He is a rare internal affairs talent. His wife Taoyao is very unstable, as if she has not graduated from kindergarten. The two couples complement each other.
However, Taoyao has Qu Shang, the eldest sister, who is pressing down on her, and she has never made any trouble.
Li Guohuai and Jiang Rong both have extraordinary skills, great ambitions, and the ability to take charge of one side and take charge of their own affairs, so they were entrusted to work as trumpet 3.0, and they could use their fists as they pleased.
How can he have the style of a general, be decisive in situations, and have the courage to take responsibility? What is rare is that he is extremely enthusiastic about the Sword Immortal civilization that he has established with his own hands. This makes Zhang Yang happier than being extremely loyal to Zhang Yang, because this sense of identification is the best. Partner, comrade-in-arms, not subordinate, disciple, slave.
Guan Shan is good at strategizing, has a restrained personality, is elegant in temperament, does not like to be competitive, has unique views, and always has eye-catching suggestions. He is the best candidate for a dog-headed strategist.
Wu Jun is actually the eldest brother. He is low-key and has the least sense of presence. However, he is also the most loyal to Zhang Yang. Originally, he was not qualified to be promoted to the God of Sword Law, but because of this, Zhang Yang allowed him to be promoted. With him Here, Zhang Yang can hang out outside without worrying about a fire in the backyard.
By the way, Wu Jun is also the number one disciple of the Xuanmen appointed by Zhang Yang, and knows 30% of Zhang Yang's secrets. Others, even Qu Shang, can be regarded as confidants if they know 15% of the secrets.
As for the concubine Qu Shang, her role is relatively large. She can be used as a flag to show how friendly and kind this laughing master is, and can alleviate the suffocating atmosphere of terror between him and his disciples. A pioneer brick can be moved wherever it is needed, and usually, Qu Shang will not let him down.
Zhang Yang waited in the dream wasteland for less than ten seconds. Countless tree roots appeared silently around his body. The next second, he proclaimed his magical power and shrank 1.2 million passivated true spirits, turning his whole person into 1.2 million. An individual as big as a bacterium, wrapped in thin green threads in the tree roots, lined up to enter the Dreamland High Speed Rail 2.0, which was originally developed by the eight-color spiritual plant for itself, but in the end it fell into Zhang Yang's hands.
This kind of dream high-speed rail 2.0 has a main body that is only as thick as a hair. It can travel through dreams more covertly and economically. Even if it encounters any evil dream, it can pass through it calmly without disturbing the target.
In fact, since the operation of Dreamland High-speed Railway 2.0, it has passed through at least nine blockades set by the ancient gods of Dreamland.
Of course, transporting the existence of Zhang Yang is different from transporting ordinary black sharks. Just like every move of the ancient gods may cause landslides and cracks, every move of mortals does not even have the wind.
However, Zhang Yang himself has 1.2 million passivated true spirit particles. These passivated true spirit particles themselves have super concealment capabilities. What's even more amazing is that they can be divided into independent individuals.
Therefore, it is no exaggeration to say that there are only two ancient gods in the world who can sit on this Dream High-Speed Railway 2.0, one is Zhang Yang and the other is Mu Shaoan.
Suddenly, a million kilometers passed by in the blink of an eye, and the solid wall and clear wilderness blockade built by the ancient gods of Dreamland at a huge cost completely turned into a joke.
Almost half an hour later, Zhang Yang had arrived under the roots of the four world trees in the table world, and followed his figure in the table plane.
The whole process of returning is extremely easy. This is the benefit of Zhang Yang digging deep and wide.
So much so that those ancient gods could only deduce that there was the Greenwood World, but they didn't know that there was a Table World under the Greenwood World.
"Owner!"
The table has been waiting for me for a long time, and I am more humble than before. Alas, it is really sad and lamentable that people's hearts change as time goes by.
"You should call me Master. You don't need to be so humble. You did a good job this time. I am very happy to be your master. You have lived up to our relationship as master and disciple."
Zhang Yang had an extremely loving look in his eyes and touched the bald head on the table affectionately. At this moment, he was simply possessed by a kind, fat old man.
"Master! To be recognized by Master, this disciple will be willing to be shattered to pieces!"
The table couldn't help but shed tears and howl.
Ah, what a touching scene this is.
"Okay, my master knows the pain in your heart. My master's heart is also made of flesh and feels warm to the touch. None of our masters and disciples are treacherous, evil or cruel. Look at yours. Those brothers and sisters are as kind as children, and we are a family that loves each other."
Zhang Yang comforted him with kind words, and then supported him on the table, with a smile in his eyes, so kind!
After the two of them finished chatting, Zhang Yang casually asked, "How is the situation outside now?"
"Reporting to Master, it is now basically confirmed that the Sword Immortal World performed so well in the previous battle that it attracted at least more than 80% of the enemy's troops. In the next battle, the enemy will have at least two to three ancient gods personally taking action. The situation is not optimistic.”
Desk said cautiously, as if he was worried, and even the other hand hidden in his sleeve trembled slightly.
"Well, that's why I want to come back and take charge personally. No matter what, Sword Immortal World cannot afford to lose anything. This place has become a battleground between us and the enemy. So, in the face of the next battle, How are you preparing here?" Zhang Yang asked casually.
The hand hidden in the sleeve of the table trembled violently again, but he said sincerely: "Disciple will do his best to support the Sword Immortal World, two hundred billion, uh, there are no more two hundred billion now, there are still one thousand six hundred and fifty billion The Hundred Million Wood Demon Legion can attack at any time, of course, Master, please rest assured that the new wood demons are growing rapidly and will definitely not be held back."
"Great, if you win this battle, I will remember your first contribution."