The Fairy Just Wants To Lie Down Chapter 114

  Chapter 114 Brother Yi, some people say that you are dead

   It will be launched by Zai Shixian to boost morale. When Lu Haochu first saw it, he was also confused.

  The living immortal is powerful enough and famous enough, but his position is too high to make people resonate. The gap between them and living immortals is the gap between slum pickers and the richest man in the world. How could people from two different worlds resonate.

   Might as well play a little old fashioned and push a sacrificed soldier out.

  Tell how his family is, how ordinary his background is, how ambitious his ambition is, and then he sacrificed himself to protect his teammates or save others, etc.

  Although it is difficult to play a big role, it is at least a role model and will not be counterproductive.

   But after reading the information compiled by the headquarters, Lu Haochu found that his structure was small and his consideration was not thorough enough.

  Sometimes you don't need much empathy, what people need is an invincible hero, a tragic hero. The living immortal just fits these two points, invincible and tragic. Everyone in Invincible has already seen it from Da Leiyin's book, especially the last battle that was directly presented in front of the world in the form of a vision, which really made people see the power of transforming gods.

   Tragic is what he will say next.

   "Everyone should know that monks will have the five declines of heaven and man when they reach the end, and Huashen is no exception. Fist is afraid of being young, and this is the same for monks. The five declines of heaven and man are monks' old age."

  The trance-like expressions of everyone in the audience gradually became clear, and they began to realize the "gold content" of the living immortal's suppression of Mo Yuan.

  Before I was really tired, I didn't want to understand the time of Moyuan's birth and the lifespan of the living immortal. Now that I think about it, it seems that the living immortal was really going to die at that time.

   "Generally, the breakthrough is about 1,000 years old, and the peak of Huashen is 2,000 years old. It should be the peak of Huashen when Shixian stepped through the Ten Thousand Buddhas Mountain. The birth of Moyuan is 300 years apart, so the living immortal is at least 2,300 years old."

   "I'm going, I really have reached the limit. Although it is said that the limit is 2,500 years old, not everyone can live to that time."

   "This is equivalent to a centenarian single-handedly picking out the terrorist lair."

   "The five declines of heaven and man, I heard that the strength will drop significantly. I am afraid that living immortals are burning their lives to suppress Moyuan. Just like sword immortals, the strong who conquered the world for the sake of the world only lived 1,000 years in the end."

   "Immortal, hold the sky with one hand."

  When was Li Changsheng born? How old are you? These two issues are currently unknown, and scholars who specialize in this area have different opinions. Among them, the calculation of the average breakthrough time and maximum lifespan of Huashen is widely recognized.

  Everyone cheered up a little bit. There was a lot of discussion about the news, and the dull atmosphere seemed to be much lighter.

  Zhao Si looked at the string of information on the screen with a confused face.

  【Out of the Demon Abyss, there is only one God Transformation in the world, even though the time limit has come, you can hold the sky with one hand】

   There is also a specially drawn picture below, the wind is blowing, the clouds are dense, and an old man with gray hair is standing in front of the demon abyss.

   Not to mention that the painter the government hired is quite powerful, he vividly expresses the invincibility of covering the sky with one hand and the loneliness of the imminent end, and it looks like it was done by everyone. The memory obtained from the soul search of various prisoners is added below, which adds some reality invisibly.

  Everyone knows that this picture is drawn, and it can be matched with the memories of various demons, making people subconsciously think it is real.

  But is it really okay for you to spread rumors like this?

  Zhao Si raised his phone, took a photo and sent it to Li Yi.

  【Zhao Si】: Brother Yi, is this Mo Yuan?

  [Li Yi]: Moyuan is not like this, it is more like an opening in the void, inside is a secret realm. This is a commonly used method in ancient times. The small world can avoid the shackles of heaven to a certain extent and do things that cannot be done outside.

   Know a little secret again.

  Zhao Si really wanted to tell Li Yi that someone kept saying that you were dying outside. But just typed a few words, and immediately deleted it.

  Because this will expose Brother Yi's specialness.

  With the experience of being exposed by making up stories on the Internet at the beginning, Zhao Si has always guarded against Li Yi's news, especially the news that outsiders don't know. For example, Li Chang has lived for more than 5,000 years, and this information has not been disclosed.

  Those powerful people who are closely related to Brother Yi did not disclose Li Changsheng's age, which must have some special meaning, at least for those who know the insider, they cannot disclose it casually.

  Zhao Si's own guess is: Practice is basically for longevity and detachment, whether it is Bodhi Realm or Demon Abyss, it is all for living longer. Li Chang has lived for more than 5,000 years, and if it spreads out, it may attract other people's prying eyes.

   With Brother Yi's invincible attitude, he probably won't care about it, but it doesn't mean he can spread it at will, which will cause unnecessary trouble to Brother Yi. As for what to do when it is revealed in the future, that is also a matter for the future.

   It is impossible to say that the concentration of heaven and earth aura increased at that time, and Brother Yi became even more invincible.

  Anyway, it's always right to keep everything in one hand.

  【Zhao Si】: Brother Yi, how is this person painting?

  [Li Yi]: Not bad.

   "Pfft..." Zhao Si couldn't help but chuckle, if this news is seen by the government, it will definitely be misleading.

   If Brother Yi continues to appear in the future, will they be confused? Why is Li Changsheng still alive?

   Until now, many people have not understood the meaning of the name Living Immortal. Li Changsheng is an objective existence, and he is an immortal in the eyes of the world.

  Lu Haochu on the stage didn't notice Zhao Si's abnormality, and while switching the "small composition" that the government put together with information, he was doing ideological work impassionedly.

   "According to the memories we have collected, this suppression process is extremely difficult. It took decades for the living immortals to fight against Moyuan non-stop until he vomited blood."

   Naturally, this was not made up by the government. Whether it took decades or vomiting blood, there is a certain basis.

  Zhao Si accessed the company database through his mobile phone and saw that the details of this piece of information were indeed true, but he did not believe it.

   Either there was some misunderstanding, or the government spread rumors.

  Zhao Si couldn't bear to send a letter on his mobile phone to ask.

  【Zhao Si】Brother Yi, why did the government say that you vomited blood when you hit Moyuan? Is it true?

  But most people obviously believed it. It is understandable that the God of Aging suppressed the Ancient Demon Abyss alone, and it was a bit difficult.

   "Just like we are now, fighting day and night to maintain social stability. Although we are definitely not as good as others, we are all for the world and for the lights of thousands of families."

  Lu Haochu paused. There were more impassioned and positive words in the speech, but he didn't plan to say any more.

"I know everyone is very tired, but please hold on for a while. We may not be able to decide the overall situation, we may not be able to solve the Moyuan, and we may not be able to lead the way. But the society needs us, and the people need us. The stability of the country cannot only depend on soldiers , but also rely on the auxiliary police to handle civil disputes.”

  The information on the big screen is slowly scrolling, which records the enemies who suppressed Moyuan for decades, because it is extracted from the memory of the enemies, there is a lot of information, including their exercises.

  【Moyuan has been born for a hundred years, and the immortals are coming, overwhelming the world: Those who want to get out of the devil's abyss and ascend to heaven, take a step forward】

  【Mo Yuan was born a hundred and twenty years ago, the inheritance of the ancient blood demon appeared, one person won the God of Destruction, and fought against the Immortals】

  【Moyuan was born 130 years ago, 3 Moyuan biochemical gods, dozens of Nascent Souls, all besieged together】

  【Moyuan was born a hundred and fifty years ago, and immortals sat in front of Moyuan, and no demon dared to take a step forward】

In the end, Lu Haochu quoted the words of Immortal Yi, which was also what Immortal Zai once said: "We can't save the world, we can only save our compatriots in front of us. We are just little monks who practice qi and build a foundation. All we can do is save people. This is for the common people. It's important to say."

   "The detailed information has been sent to your mobile phones, and you can watch it at any time. In the end, you are the heroes of the people."

  Lu Haochu raised his hands to salute these exhausted soldiers, and then left with the documents. There was no commotion in the conference room, no shouts of encouragement, everyone was very quiet, and everyone lowered their heads.

   They are ashamed of themselves.

  The biggest blow to them during this period was hopeless fighting and meaningless fighting. No matter how **** they fight, they can only look at those powerful people in the end, they can solve the problem, and they are just a tool to reduce casualties.

  The most frightening thing is not danger and death, but meaninglessness.

  Zhao Si was also silent like everyone else. During this time, he often wondered if it was meaningful? They died so many people, they threw their heads and blood, but in the end they couldn't solve the problem.

  Every time he sees a colleague killed in battle, he will ask himself.

  Why didn't I wait for Brother Yi to solve it? I couldn't be a hero even if I was exhausted. If I didn't want to join the company, I wouldn't force myself. But he still does it, Zhao Si just wants to be a hero.

  The phone vibrated slightly, and Li Yi sent a reply.

  [Li Yi]: I was idle and bored at that time, so I refined a Daotian Fortune Pill, and then fought them against the catastrophe and coughed up blood, I probably won't be able to do it now.

   Zhao Si saw the message with a smile on his face, it was bitterness, self-deprecation, and more relief.

  He whispered: "Brother Yi, compared to you, we are ants on the ground. We don't have eyes to see the world you see."

  Zhao Si got up and put on his company hat, the badge on it was slightly reflective. The badge is similar to a police badge but it's black, and this badge is called No Night. Because in the past, their actions needed to be hidden in the dark and could not be known by the world.

  The others also stood up and put on their hats, the tiredness in their eyes disappeared.

   What they did was important to the people, and that alone was enough.

   "Everyone, it's time to go to duty."

  The moment Zhao Si stepped out of the room, Zhao Si felt extremely happy, the mana in his body suddenly began to circulate involuntarily, the spiritual platform was opened, and the spiritual consciousness appeared.

   Zhao Si, the foundation was established.

  Luo City, a basement somewhere with cheap rent.

   There was a strange light in the dark room, corpses were twisted and overlapped one after another, femurs were broken and knees rested on shoulders, heads were cut off, and they were thrown everywhere in corners and piled up with plastic bottles.

  The expressions on their faces were extremely frightened, as if they had suffered some kind of inhuman torture.

  There are two living people in the room, one is sitting on the sofa or drinking wine with two legs, and the other is hung upside down on the wall with darts stuck in his body.

  The person sitting on the sofa was wearing a black vest, his face was pale, and his skin was covered with tiny red cracks, which looked like blood vessels and tattoos. This person was Wang Sheng, whom the government had been hunting down.

   "There are 108 pedestals, and there is one left. We need one of the wronged souls born in the solar calendar and the sun, and now we have it, but why the **** don't you change! Why don't you change the wronged souls!"

  Wang Sheng waved his hand, and the blood on his skin instantly came alive and intertwined with his palm, turning into a whip, hitting the man hanging on the wall. Immediately, drops of blood splashed, the man was torn off a large piece of flesh and blood, and the darts on his body were also shot into his body.

  The severe pain made him sway from side to side like a loach, but he couldn't make a sound.

  This kind of torture has lasted for three days and three nights, Wang Sheng naturally did not do it out of any special habit. But in a place with sufficient yin energy, if you die with intense emotions, it is easier to turn into a wronged soul.

  For the soul, emotions are one of the most effective ways to stimulate power.

  Wang Sheng whipped the man frantically, tearing off a large piece of flesh and blood with each stroke, and soon the right half of the man's body exposed bones and tattered internal organs.

  He finally couldn't hold it anymore, and took his last breath.

  The next moment, the Yin Qi pervading the room suddenly gathered, and a resentment condensed from the corpse.

   The resentful soul rushed towards Wang Sheng before it took shape.

   "Good, good! I finally got it done." Wang Sheng slightly opened his mouth and sucked the resentful soul into his mouth, chewed for a while, and then spit out a black ball full of saliva.

   "It's done!"

  Wang Sheng placed the black sphere on the top floor of the pedestal in the room, which is the uppermost heaven, knelt on the ground and chanted spells over and over again. A gloomy and cold atmosphere permeated the room, and a layer of frost appeared, and the flies that were crawling over the corpses were also frozen to the ground.

   After an unknown period of time, he felt the surroundings suddenly quiet down, and then a surge of fear rushed straight to his forehead, and a supreme will descended.

"well-done."

  The voice sounded from the bottom of my heart. I couldn't tell the difference between male and female, old and young, and there was only boundless divine power.

  The Heavenly Corpse Saint, his master, the person who gave him this divine power.

   "In a few days, I will be able to return to the human world, escape from the abyss of magic, fight for the great opportunity opened in the world and seek revenge from that person. Although we are trapped in the abyss of magic, it is not without gain"

   "We are not weaker than you in this world."

  The sound became weaker and weaker, and finally fell silent.

  The next moment, a gloomy light appeared on the altar and merged into Wang Sheng's body, and his aura rose sharply, from the middle stage of foundation establishment to the late stage of foundation establishment.

  Wang Sheng stood up from the ground, feeling the unparalleled power in his body, he couldn't help smiling.

   Now that his mission is complete, it's time to do something of his own.

   "Li Lili, you used to ignore me, but now you, a mortal, can't compare to a fairy like me, but I am infatuated and willing to give you a chance."

  (end of this chapter)

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