Chapter 943 (1/2)
Xiao Wuhao is very reasonable in his analysis, and Wu Tian also nods slightly from time to time.
Pondering for a short time, there is no way of heaven: ”should the ice Demon Lord and others be included?”
”No, they are not your confidants. After killing the false gods, the Jidao holy soldiers who armed them will not be able to return them to you. This kind of business is not cost-effective. Moreover, with their current strength, as long as they do not fight with the pseudo gods, their lives will not be in danger.”
Wu Tian nodded.
Once upon a time, it was right that the ice Demon Lord and the emperor of Jiaohuang were kind to him, but they should be paid off for their efforts over the years.
Xiao Wuhao said: ”in fact, according to my idea, we can declare war on the false gods when the four sacred animals are resurrected and the poems and Xiaoyi pass the customs.”
”How long will they be closed?” There is no way of heaven. He knows that the Resurrection time of the four gods and beasts is no more than ten years. However, the time for poetry and Xiaoyi to inherit the fox God inheritance is uncertain.
”No more than a hundred years at the most.”
No one can be sure.
All of a sudden, the little Wu Hao thief said with a smile: ”you son of a bitch, you don't know, this time I got the baby.”
”What baby?” Every day I was stunned.
”Do you think Xiaoyi is very sad when something happens to poetry? When she was sad, her tears would not fall
”You...”
Wu Tian is angry, and his poems are almost killed. Xiao Wuhao is such an asshole that he is in the mood to collect Xiao Yi's tears. He is heartless.
But before he opened his mouth, xiaowuhao waved his small hand, took out a jade bottle with big palms and tears from his arms, and said faintly, ”I do this for everyone's good. If you are not happy in your heart, you can pour it out.”
”How shameless you are Wu Tian gnaws his teeth and sprays fire in his eyes.
Xiaowuhaoming knew that he couldn't shed his tears. He also made such a gesture. Obviously, he was teasing him. He was not polite. He said, ”let the hand of God give birth to the innate soul of soldiers. As for Han Tian and others, you can do it yourself.”
The hand of God is the most suitable holy soldier for him besides chopping God.
However, over the years, with the improvement of strength, the hand of God is of no use at all. It has been kept warm in the spiritual pulse. Now with Xiaoyi's tears, it is natural to awaken the soul of the army for it at the first time.
”Hypocrisy!” Xiao Wuhao despised him to the extreme and then said curiously, ”Shenmu is taken away by xianbitong. How can I see you without any worry?”
”Why should I worry? It should be the Protoss.” Wu Tian Mou son cold light flash, will own plan, secretly told small Wu Hao.
”Damn it, you are trying to make this idea, but you are really excellent. The divine wood is the divine object of the divine family, and the God King will guard it in person. In this way, no matter what decisions he makes and what orders he gives, he can't escape your eyes and ears.
In addition, when we rush to the divine world, they will certainly stop us in every way. Then we can catch turtles in the urn. Just think about it, the whole person will feel refreshed. Ha ha... ”
Xiao Wuhao laughed triumphantly.
Wu Tian's face also has a touch of cold.
As soon as the laughter was collected, Xiao Wuhao said, ”OK, no nonsense. I'm going to find Shangxuan and begin to awaken the spirit of innate soldiers.”
Wu Tiandao: ”wait a minute. I don't know how to talk about the death of Shangxuan's little grandson. I think it's better for you to talk about it as a master.”
Xiaowuhao nodded, with a trace of melancholy, into the star world.
He sent the God of beheading into the starry world. Wu Tian sat in the void and looked at the distance. His whole body could not help but feel a sense of sadness, which filled the sky and the earth.
The appearance of the three Protoss brought great trauma to the eastern region. Even if the protoss were uprooted, it would not be enough to calm down the public anger.
”Xu Yan, Tang Yun, you will not die in vain, the protoss will become your funeral objects!” Wu Tian murmured, his eyes closed slightly, and he began to communicate with the God tree.
After a hundred breaths, Wutian finally got in touch with Tongtian Shenmu, and a magnificent picture immediately appeared in front of him.
Shenmu is the second carrier of Wutian. He can see everything that Shenmu can see.
In short, now is no heaven in the divine world.
The divine world is very vast. If you look at it, you can't see the edge at all. Under the sacred wood, there is a huge city with magnificent buildings. Outside the city is a piece of rolling mountains with beautiful peaks and beautiful water. White clouds float in the mountain stream, just like a fairyland.
It's hard to imagine that in such a beautiful and elegant place, how could there be such a cruel and heartless person of three big families? Wu Tian is angry. The protoss are not worthy to live here.