Mortal's journey to immortality

Chapter 988 Planning

Wang Lu stared with bated breath and waited patiently.

The grassy mountains are thousands of miles wide, and it will take some time for the space nodes to come back again.

When he thought about it, there must be more than one path in front of him to enter the space node. At the same time, the world inside has already involved one of the secrets of Duckweed Prairie.

A quarter of an hour passed, and Wang Lu felt something in his heart, as if someone was coming.

"call."

He immediately took out a high-level and intermediate-level Heaven-Deceiving Talisman and a high-level and high-level Mark-Removal Talisman, floating high into the sky like a line of blue smoke.

There are dark green grassy mountains in front, back, left, and right. You can't go there. The only hiding place is the void.

The grassy mountains appear to be calm and peaceful, but in fact they are dangerous and unpredictable, and only a fool would touch them.

The person who came not only arrived quickly but also had great strength. He was at least a Heavenly Demon level expert.

In less than two breaths, three heavenly demons, one man and two women, happened to arrive at the position where he and Zi Jiu had previously volleyed.

Except for the faint demonic aura that seemed to be absent, there were no traces of demonic beasts on the three people's bodies.

The man is like a humble gentleman, as gentle as jade, cool and calm.

A woman in a red dress is charming, passionate and heroic; the other in a blue dress is ladylike, calm and noble.

The three of them came together and seemed to have a good relationship.

The woman in the red dress asked doubtfully: "I heard that the Nine Frontiers where Boss Tang was stationed was attacked by a human race in the early stage of becoming a god. Even he himself died, and he died in such a confused way that his men went to fight for his body. There is no human race left. At this time, the Nine Frontiers are leaderless and in complete chaos. I don’t know what the Holy Son thinks, but he has to invite us to come and discuss countermeasures. Who is the Lord of the Nine Frontiers is not a word from him."

The man smiled and said: "Boss Tang has been guarding Jiujiang for 600 years. Except for the last time when the Holy Son deliberately let a few people in thirty years ago, there have been no mistakes. How could he have thought of killing a man from nowhere?" The demon butterfly that came here, self-righteously thought that eating it would lead to the status of a holy son. Not only did it fail to achieve it, but it ruined its life and became someone else's treasure. It was really clever but misguided. The third sister didn't know something. The Holy Son summoned us here, which can be regarded as the reason for Boss Tang. Their Jade Mantis clan is extremely sensitive to blood. For more than a thousand years, the Holy Son has stayed in place and has not moved forward. Except for some opportunities, maybe he himself The potential has been exhausted, and there must be something external to go further. And this bizarre and mysterious demon butterfly may be the way to break the situation."

Hearing this, the third sister in the red dress looked shocked, and the woman in blue covered her mouth with her delicate hands.

After pausing for a few breaths, the third sister asked: "Second brother guards the second border, which is so far away from the ninth border. He sees every move of Boss Tang and that man and butterfly as if he has seen it with his own eyes, and he is even more concerned about the thoughts of the Holy Son. It’s so accurate that it’s hard to believe. Could it be possible, second brother?”

Hearing the last words of the third sister, the woman in blue was also shocked. She looked at the man in disbelief. She suppressed the turmoil in her heart and said decisively: "Whatever the second brother needs me to do, the sixth sister will do my best."

The man looked at the sky, his pupils shrank, and said solemnly: "The Holy King is unattainable. Forty thousand years ago, the Holy King from the previous generation left through the sky. There is no more Holy King in the grassland. The nine saints will sing and I will appear on the stage. There will be internal fighting. Constantly, everyone wants to ascend to the throne of the Holy King, hoping to solve the mystery of the ascension. You and I both belong to the Four Holy Sons, but not only does he not want to make progress, he also recruits mutated geniuses from hundreds of tribes to his side and raises them to a certain level. Swallowing them all, wanting to go further. Now, with his eight thousand years of life, at the end of his life, he will not even let go of the newly born babies with strong blood from all races. Such people who have lost all their conscience are worse than animals. , can still be the Holy Son! Taking advantage of the death of his beloved boss Tang, I will rise up and send him to see Zongzu. If the third sister and the sixth sister are willing to help me, I hereby swear that once I become the Holy Son of the Hundred Clans, I will hide my power and bide my time. For five hundred years, I will never sit still and wait for death. I will send troops to the Holy City. I claim the position of the Holy King. I will definitely break the prison of heaven and earth for my hundreds of tribes and ascend to the upper world. If I don't succeed, I will become a benevolent person."

The second brother's words made the two women's blood boil with excitement. Although they were far from reaching the later stages of their lives, they would eventually grow old. Even if they were able to ascend at the end of their lifespan, they would have no more potential to explore in the upper world.

The Zerg are cold-blooded, cruel and indifferent by nature, and they always struggle to become stronger between eating and being eaten.

Regardless of their long lifespan, they are actually spent in long-term seclusion refining the opponent's bloodline and improving their own bloodline.

Therefore, a place of retreat must first be secretive, and secondly, have strong defense.

There are nine Holy Sons in the Duckweed Prairie. Each Holy Son rules tens of billions of miles of vast grassland, similar to the division of power in Zhongzhou, except that their Holy Palace is not in the grassland, but in another world.

For example, the "Chaotian Palace" of the Four Holy Sons in front of you requires specific paths and spatial nodes to reach.

It's like a mysterious existence.

As for the Holy King, he is a super powerful existence that surpasses the tenth-level Heavenly Demon.

However, for 40,000 years, it is as if this world has been cursed by heaven and earth. The realms above the human race's gods and those above the celestial demons are unknown. All roads are sealed. Even the powerful bloodline and memory inheritance of the Zerg race have been lost. Blank.

Weird and chilling.

The Zerg tribe has serious internal strife, devouring each other, and genocide occurs from time to time. However, their vitality is extremely tenacious, especially the various non-spiritual insects, which are as numerous as stars in the sand of the Ganges and reproduce extremely strongly. And it is precisely because of their countless powerful bases that they are able to mutate and brew so many otherworldly and terrifying aliens.

They are respected as strange insects, and they are comparable to the ten ancient strange insects of the top ten mythical beasts and the top ten ferocious beasts.

The three immediately formed an alliance and laid out relevant back-up plans for the five domain masters under the Four Saint Sons. After repeated discussions and deliberation for a long time, they finally wandered over to the space node for the third time and made a final decision.

Of course, their subsequent conversation was covered up by magical powers, and what was said was unknown to Wang Lu.

The man glanced quickly in all directions just before the node arrived.

Seeing nothing unusual, they kept pointing. The three people turned into three clear lights and shot into the node with the same traveling route and precise entry time as Zijiu.

The three of them left for a long time. Except for the strong wind, everything was as usual.

The red sun hung high, setting from east to west, and the stars filled the sky one after another. So many stars looked like countless insects.

"boom."

The sun comes at dawn and the sky and the earth are bright.

Along with this, a strange insect a hundred times smaller than the tip of a needle emerged from the void and immediately fell into the tiny space node.

Wang Lu slowly appeared. This was the wonderful surveillance method left by his second brother.

I don't know if it's his strong sense of uncertainty about whether someone is there or his careful and meticulous style. This person can replace the Fourth Holy Son, and it is very likely that he will succeed in one battle.

Because he is so rigorous that he does not let go of anything that is specious and steady.