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Four Three Seven: One Month Countdown

“Are you allocated the population?”

Facing the illusory chess, Yang Jian kept shaking his head while thinking about the chess path.

After a long time, he gave up a son: "Although it's difficult, I will do my best to help you."

Without thinking, Zheng Gan reached out and ate his car, and returned it to the general: "You seem to be in a difficult situation, so if it is inconvenient, forget it."

When Yang Jian saw that his car was being sucked, his face turned red with anger. He glared at Zheng Gan with three eyes, and seemed to want to strangle him to death.

But no matter how much you think about it, you are still discussing the matter: "It's not about being embarrassed, but about your desire to move the population to the dungeon, which is not realistic in itself."

"What do you say?" Zheng Gan asked back.

Yang Jian reached out and ate Zheng Gan's sword. He immediately smiled proudly: "First, except for the Eagle Valley, all the dungeons are not suitable for humans to live for a long time. Your supplies cannot withstand such a large population for more than a month of survival, and more so, guarding has become a problem.

Second, although there are many dungeons with the second floor suitable for humans to live in, if you move into the second floor, what should you do if you are attacked by a monster in the middle? How many guards do you need to protect them carefully?

Third, now the bosses in the dungeon are dead, and the dungeon is gone. The demon god doesn’t know that it’s okay. If he knows that people are in the dungeon, he may take them away in one wave. It’s too difficult to keep the confidentiality work.”

"That's right."

Zheng Gan sighed helplessly, drew Yang Jian with a cannon, and became a general again.

“rnm!”

Yang Jian swears in anger.

The hundreds of gods watching this game of chess could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Yang Jian lost to this two-year-old child when he played chess?

But Yang Jian was not showing any weakness, and the remaining cannon jumped, the general.

"However, I advise you to hide as many people as possible.

The island on the first floor of Eagle Valley can live in 100 million. Just stay first. Don’t let the demon god continue to kidnap people. If you continue, it will be very unfavorable to you."

Zheng Gan frowned and raised his head: "What do you mean? Do you know the purpose of the demon god kidnapping people?"

Yang Jian shrugged and pointed at his head: "This imaginary space created by the Creator God for us can see everything in the Rodinia continent.

We have seen all these battles in the war of saints and the counterattack of gods and men.

What's more, we are also watching the fall of the ancient times with our own eyes. Do you think we know?"

When Zheng Gan heard this, he immediately raised his spirits: "What is their purpose?"

Yang Jian's face turned cold, and his hand hanging on the chess piece also stopped there: "Awkward Devil."

"Great Devil?" Zheng Gan was curious about this strange word.

Yang Jian said: "All the demons you have encountered so far belong to the superior demons or the most superior demons.

Aren't you curious? Why is there no lower-level demon god?

A inferior demon is the lower demon god.

【】You know this if you have a skill fallacy?”

"I know." Zheng Gan nodded and listened carefully.

Yang Jian said: "If you want to talk about a bad demon, you must first talk about fallacies. If you want to talk about fallacies, you must first talk about your truth.

You know the truth best yourself. I don’t need to say it, its characteristics are extremely universal.

Truth is prosperity and the origin of all powers in the world.

Fallacy is just the opposite. It is decay, the opposite of truth, and the end of all powers in the world.

All its characteristics are exactly the opposite of truth.

Any skills and existence within the system will be degraded by it.”

“Deterioration?”

"That's right."

When talking about this, Yang Jian's face became gloomy, as if he had recalled something bad.

He said quietly: "It can silent all skills, whether it is Dragon Breath or your Yang Jiuzhu, will all be gone.

Not only a skill, it can also degrade everything in the world. By deteriorating one's own cultivation, it can deprive you of your strength, revoke your level, and regress you into a mortal.

Not only that, if truth is the purest power in the world, then fallacy is the gathering of worldly filth.

Not only deterioration, it can also pollute life.

This is also the origin of the demon god.

Gods and people who are polluted by fallacies will become primitive demons, and the primitive demons will become the middle demon god. After the middle demons usurp the power of the foundation of the divine system, they will evolve into the demon god.

Ordinary humans, humans without human hearts, will become inferior demons, that is, the lower demon god.

The combat power of the evil demon is very weak, at best it is the level of the final boss of the dungeon.

However, its materials are easy to obtain, and ordinary humans and even children can pollute and transform them into inferior demons. Therefore, once [] starts to make inferior demons, their number will increase dramatically in a short period of time."

Speaking of this, there have been more than a dozen steps back and forth between the two sides.

After Yang Jian finished his last sentence, with a bang, the only remaining horses and cannons formed the hindshot and pointed them at Zheng Qian's chess.

"After the horse, general."

The chess game was reversed instantly, and Yang Jian suddenly smiled and said, "Die chess, you lost."

Looking at his defeated chess, Zheng Qian had no intention of putting it on at this moment?

So that's it. We are preparing for the final battle. Are the demons also preparing?

Is it just to capture so many people to create a bad devil?

If this is the case, they can't be allowed to catch them anymore.

He raised his head and asked, "What about my dad Zheng Yang?"

He has been releasing his blood from the candle dragon to the foundation, why is this for?"

When Yang Jian heard this, he couldn't help but frown.

He shook his head and said, "I don't know this either."

"Don't you say you can see the entire Rodinia here?"

Yang Jian closed his three eyes helplessly and said, "I really don't know.

Since the ancient times of the Ming Dynasty, he has been pouring his blood of the Zhulong essence into the foundation of the Rodinia continent every now and then.

But for so many years, I have never seen him do anything good about doing this.

Not only that, do you know? In the ancient times, his highest level was lv3800. What level was that? The power that could kill you and Zhao Aotian with one punch is not even much weaker than the current [].

For so many years, he has been releasing Zhulong's essence and blood, and his level has fallen again and again, and he has never seen any benefit in doing so.

To be honest, if you ask me, I want to know what he is doing.”

It started in the ancient times of the Ming Dynasty?

Hearing this, Zheng Qian couldn't help but mutter in his heart.

No wonder there is so much blood in the mantle of Candle Dragon. Has he started this strange behavior since the ancient times of the Ming Dynasty?

There is no benefit, persist for hundreds of millions of years.

Or, he is an idiot, which is obviously impossible.

Or...

He was planning a huge conspiracy, and the benefits were enough to make him give up all the conspiracies of cultivation from the ancient times to the present.

"I see."

Speaking of this, Zheng Qianmeng stood up: "Thank you for the information you provided."

As he said that, he turned around, opened the space bridge, and prepared to leave.

"Zheng Gan."

Before leaving, Yang Jian suddenly called him.

Looking back, he was ready to look at himself, gritting his teeth and said, "We have made an appointment on the battlefield, let us gods take the lead."

Not only him, but also the gods around him exuded unimaginable murderous aura.

There are more than thirty days left, and the resentment that has been hoarded since the ancient times has finally exploded.

Every god is ready.

Not for justice, not for good and evil.

Just for the purest hatred of [] and the demon gods, these gods are ready to fight, even if they die together.

Zheng Gan smiled.

“Yes.”

After saying that, he left the imaginary space.

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