The world is an actor

Chapter 155 When the old hatred hits my heart!
The dream was very long, so long that Ye Huan's memory had already begun to be confused.

As a premature baby of the eight-armed Yasha clan, Yegou is weak, so weak that he doesn't even have the qualifications to hunt.

But it was lucky, when that terrible catastrophe came, Grandpa wrapped it with the ointment of the Ten Thousand Years Divine Tree, isolating it from the outside world.

I hope that one day in the future, when all things recover, it can re-scatter the seeds of the eight-armed yaksha all over the planet.

In fact, Ye Huan was not too keen on this important task.

What are you doing with those little forks?Provide practitioners with raw materials for refining alchemy?
In the class of Yasha, there are countless types of subdivisions, such as the sky full of stars, and it is not inferior to this one!
Besides, as long as it jumps alone, how many generations of inbreeding will it take to regenerate a similar bloodline with the same concentration as it?

But don't think so!

As soon as Ye Huan crawled out of the pile of ancestor's remains, he saw a "similar" that looked exactly like it?
It seems that the other party is also quite at a loss, just like it!
"Brother, which part of yours is it? The program team sent it?"

Bei Mingren waved at Ye Gourd, then pointed forward, and whispered: "Fang Xiu has excellent hearing ability, please move lightly!"

"?"

Listening to the strange syllables coming out of the mouth of the same kind, the night gourd tilted its head. It stretched out a claw finger and stroked lightly, and the pile of fossils that were almost fused together was cut into two by it.

Ye Huan instinctively took a breath, and his body instantly became paper thin, slipping out from the gap.

"hiss"

Bei Mingren took a deep breath, and the hairs all over his body exploded.

First of all, the other party's smart expression and the stench exhaled from the mouth, the identity of the bionic person is first ruled out.

Secondly, this kind of exaggerated "bone shrinking skill" is the first to rule out the identity of human beings.

Looking at the softening black-yellow resin in the cracks of the fossil pile, Bei Mingren probably guessed what it was no matter how slow the reaction was.

He swallowed dryly, a bone-piercing chill enveloped him instantly, and his body trembled uncontrollably.

"Are you in such a hurry?"

Ye Hu was even more at a loss.

When the other party saw it, they whimpered in a low voice, pouted their buttocks, and trembled all over their bodies, which was the signal of courtship of the Yasha family.

As a young child, Ye Huan is shy and impatient.

After all, in the past, it was not qualified to participate in this kind of interaction.

But the other party is so urgent, what can it do?
Taking a breath, Ye Huan's body swelled up again. The five-meter-high body was as strong as a hill.

It grabbed Beimingren's back waist with its claws, and gave it a hard...

"Ok?"

The night gourd withdrew its claws, and there was a piece of skin hanging on it, as well as bright red and foul-smelling blood.

This kind of breath is a cultivator!
Evil cultivators, race of demons, brutal predators, murderers for fun!
In my mind, scenes of cultivators descending from the sky and slaughtering their own people instantly emerged.

Just to forge a good knife?

Just to make a Ten Thousand Souls Banner?

Even just to test the realm and combat power of the little cultivator?
Countless ethnic groups will be sacrificed for this!
"Fuck, run away!"

Bei Mingren's lower back was in severe pain, because he was out to act, and he was not wearing any protective gear.

Ye Huan's claws lightly scratched at his body, tearing the bionic skin and his iron-like body together.

It shows the horror of this monster.

After tearing off the Earth You Yasha camouflage on his body, Beimingren flew out, shouting loudly at all the actors in the bronze hall.

"Run, Diyou Yasha really came back to life, it's a real Yasha!"

Beimingren hoarse.

But the sound was instantly drowned in the sky-shattering fighting sounds.

"Clan brother, be careful of that Yasha!"

"More and more yakshas have come to life, and there are even eight-armed ones!"

"How many of our clansmen have been transformed into demons by voodoo warlocks!"

"Hiss, flesh and blood, flesh and blood!"

"Where did that kid come from, to steal the show with his bare butt? Is there any shame!"

"Fuck, you say him, don't take it off!"

……

"Fuck!"

Standing shirtless, Bei Mingren looked at the cast and crew around him who were extremely devoted to the performance, and suddenly felt like that idiot!
"Grumble!"

And at this time, Ye Huan also jumped up, rushed out of the dark corner, and came chasing after him.

It landed next to Beimingren, and the raised jagged claw was just about to fall, when it was shocked by the enthusiastic performance atmosphere of the scene. One claw froze in mid-air, and the three vertical eyes were full of doubts and difficulties.

The scene in front of me was both familiar and unfamiliar.

The same people fork wars.

Immortals come and go, spells are radiant, light and shadow flicker, and magic weapons are thrown back and forth, clanging and clanging.

The same kind in all directions crawled on the ground with four, six, and seven limbs. When their claws were torn off, they tore apart a cultivator's body, and sprayed organs and blood.

just.

The power is a bit low.

Low profile version?

Ye Huan raised his head and sniffed lightly, as if there was no spiritual power in the air.

But without spiritual power, how did it wake up?

Of course it doesn't matter.

The important thing is the low-end version of the world.

It has been smart since childhood, and Grandpa said that its comprehension is as smart as a seven or eight-year-old cultivator.

The spiritual power in the air is negligible, but there are cultivators and weak and dregs of the same kind.

It means that the force value of the world has been greatly reduced!
Then wouldn't it be the Fork of Heaven's Chosen!
The master of the world!

"Fang Shaoxia came just in time, we are all helpless against this giant bronze coffin!"

On the other side, when Wuri Ninggui and the others saw Fang Xiu coming, they quickly stepped aside and displayed thirteen huge bronze coffins in front of Fang Xiu.

Thirteen giant coffins about three meters high stand quietly on the ground,
Although I don't know how many years it has been left in the hall, the exterior is still bright, and the engraved patterns on it are clearly visible.

Wuri Ninggui and others seemed to have overused their spiritual power, they all looked panting and sweating profusely.

"Fang Shaoxia is a disciple of the Holy Land, so he can definitely do it!"

"That's right, the young foundation-builder must have a magic weapon that cuts iron like mud!"

All the patriarchs of Mangyuan gave Fang Xiu an expectant look.

"Please step back!"

Fang Xiu nodded slightly, touched by the atmosphere of being rewarded with high expectations.

Since his rebirth, most of the incidents that happened to him were bloody, and the normal atmosphere of cultivating immortals like today is really too rare.

"Yunlin Prison-Suppressing Sword!"

Fang Xiu shouted, a small silver sword appeared in the air next to itself, and shot at the huge bronze coffin with a whoosh.

The original hard coffin, which Wu Ri Ninggui and other Mangyuan patriarchs were helpless at first, was as soft as bean dregs in front of the silver sword, and the coffin lid was instantly split in two.

Everyone looked inside at the same time, and saw the old man in a huge dark green cloak lying quietly in the copper coffin.

His eyes were closed, his face was bloodless, and his skin was dry, as if the blood in his body had dried up. Only the slight rise and fall of his chest proved that this person was not a corpse.

"Who disturbed my Qingxiu!"

A hoarse voice came from the old man's throat. Just as the old man opened his eyes, a big hammer fell on his face, smashing the old man to death in the copper coffin, his head was shattered.

"Trouble your sister!"

The chief of the Iron Lizard Tribe wiped the red and white stuff off his face and smiled coldly.

"This is what the cultivation world should look like!"

Fang Xiu nodded secretly, applauding the decisiveness of the Chief of the Iron Lizard Tribe.

In the world of cultivating immortals, ghosts and gods are unpredictable. If you encounter this kind of sleeping old guy, if you don't kill him with one blow, do you want to fight against him and wait for him to wake up?
Authors of comprehension novels really don't have basic knowledge of comprehension!

"Fang Shaoxia, please continue!"

The other Mangyuan patriarchs present were also impatient, raising their weapons one after another, eager to try.

There were only thirteen copper coffins in total, except for the last three that hid real strong men, there were only ten bronze coffins with bionic people lying in them.

But there were sixteen people present at the Mangyuan patriarch.

Who can grab the role depends on the individual's ability.

"it is good!"

With a wave of Fang Xiu's finger, the small silver sword flew and cut open the huge bronze coffins one by one.

Regardless of the possible dangers in the copper coffin.

Even for someone who killed the witchcraft warlock with his own hands, swords were on the verge of breaking out, pushing and scolding, and the emotions were intense.

Fang Xiu was greatly touched. The fact that the Mangyuan tribe has been poisoned by voodoo warlocks for thousands of years seems to be true.

"The last three are left!"

Fang Xiu turned the silver sword and flew towards the last three giant coffins deep in the hall.

For some reason, the sixteen Mangyuan patriarchs who were fighting over each other before took a few steps back, with a slight trace of undetectable tension and solemnity on their expressions.

"Is there something strange in these three giant bronze coffins? Why don't I feel it!"

Fang Xiu was puzzled and couldn't help becoming vigilant.

"Battlemaster, I have no objection to your people joining, but how did you promise me!"

In the live broadcast, Fang Xiu's silver sword flew up and shot at the last three bronze coffins. The naked Beimingren also jumped out at this moment, standing in the middle of the hall, yelling loudly. , I knew he was stealing the show.

Xu Bo frowned, feeling angry from his heart.

He doesn't care about his proud status as the leader of the interstellar war. In the program group, the smooth progress of the plot is more important than anything else.

"We agreed that your six fighters joined the crew and can only act according to the plot and character design. Why did he take off the Yasha bionic suit and disrupt the normal progress of the plot!"

Xu Bo pointed to Beimingren and questioned angrily.

"My soldiers will never do such an abnormal behavior for no reason!"

Feng Xiongao was also very surprised by Beimingren's strange performance.

He interrupted Xu Bo with a wave of his hand, and communicated with Beimingren through the separate brain wave channel of the space warrior.

"Little blade, what happened!"

"Head, quickly inform the program team, the guy next to me is a real guy!"

In the brainwaves, Bei Mingren's voice was trembling.

"What, what a guy!"

Feng Xiongao, who had always been indifferent and calm, was also shocked. He looked at the live broadcast screen again, and sure enough, beside Bei Mingren, he saw the eight-armed Yasha figure who was obviously a circle bigger than the bionic Yasha.

"Director Xu, confirm whether this eight-armed Yasha belongs to your program group!" Feng Xiong said arrogantly.

"There is nothing to confirm. The Yaksha in the copy of the scene does not belong to our program group. Could it be that it grew out of this ruin!"

Xu Bo was stunned for a moment, and felt that the question of Feng Xiongao was a bit ridiculous.

Your people are running around, what are you doing talking about the program group's bionic Yaksha!
But don't tell me, the Yaksha in the picture is indeed a bit too realistic and tall.

And different from the bionic yaksha template of the program group, this yaksha has three eyes, all of which are vertical.

"Geng found out, Hao Youqian, are you making your own decisions again, filling in props and dungeon creatures randomly!" Xu Bo turned around and asked.

"I'm only in charge of props, flesh and blood things have nothing to do with me!"

Geng Fang shook his head directly, messing up his greasy long hair.

"It has nothing to do with me. Bionic humans are mass-produced from a single template, and they are made individually. The cost is too high to be reimbursed!"

Hao Youqian also quickly waved his hands.

"so?"

Xu Bo's heart skipped a beat.

He looked at the live broadcast again, and found that the eight-armed Yaksha beside Bei Mingren was not real at 01:30 compared to the cheap bionic man.

"Notify all the actors, stop the performance, and leave the hall immediately, my people will immediately take over this alien creature!"

Feng Aotian suddenly stood up.

The emergence of new unknown species cannot be taken lightly by any civilization.

"No, no!"

Xu Bo shook his head resolutely.

Once the show stops, the whole show is scrapped.

Even if the audience is tolerant, they can still accept the reinterpretation of the plot.

But what about Fang Xiu?

If he finds out that the world is fake, and the whole world is making fun of him, with his current strength, he might not want to kill him!

The whole cast is just as dangerous.

"Shut up, the Star Warriors officially take over G36, and the Star Warriors will arrest them!" Feng Xiong said angrily.

"Fart, G36 is in the public area of ​​the Galactic Federation. This place is only restricted by the general convention of the Alliance, and other laws are invalid!"

Xu Bo was even more tit-for-tat: "All the reality show performances of the alliance are chosen in public areas, in order to escape the control of various laws. The king of heaven is here, and I can't control us!"

"Fuck!"

"day!"

"Director, battle group leader, stop arguing, that thing is fighting with voodoo warlocks!"

"Fuck, I died in one round!"

Geng Faming and Hao Youqian didn't bother to try to persuade them to fight. They pointed at the live broadcast screen, so scared that they couldn't finish their sentences.

……

Ten seconds ago!
The small silver sword whirled in mid-air, and slashed down towards the last three huge bronze coffins.

"Oh!"

However, before the little sword fell, the lids of the three huge bronze coffins flew up and shot out without warning.

"Witchcraft Warlocks are awake!"

The sixteen chiefs who had been waiting attentively for a long time shouted in unison and rolled in all directions, and the three bronze coffin lids "just happened" to fly over the heads where they had stopped.

then.

Then it went straight to Beimingren and Yegou who were standing in the middle of the hall.

"Grumble!"

The night gourd turned its head, and with a random wave of its huge disproportionate claws, the three coffin lids weighing over several thousand catties were twisted and deformed by it like rubbing waste paper!

Ye Huan looked into the distance with three vertical eyes, and saw three extremely coquettish figures flying out of the copper coffin with great momentum.

"Witch power is boundless, everything can be Gu!"

Three voodoo wizards played by space marines soared high, their arms outstretched, and they waved their staffs.

The dark green brilliance illuminated the entire bronze hall.

The ghastly wind howled, ghostly mist piled up, phantoms resembling Earth You Yashas, ​​flying and roaring in the hall, like innocent souls suffering endless torment.

"Gulu Gulu (Cultivator)!"

The hatred from the past hit her heart, Ye Huan howled and roared, and disappeared in place with a swipe.

In the next moment, a sharp claw protruded from the void in front of the three space warriors. With just one swipe, the body of the space warriors, which could withstand guns, was instantly torn into countless pieces.

(End of this chapter)