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Therefore, when other people use jade coins, they have to meditate first, wipe their spiritual altar, reach a state of spiritual clarity, and be consistent in words and thoughts before they dare to use jade coins. They are not like Feng Baobao, who always behaves in accordance with words, and thinks what she says.
Zhang Chulan counted the jade coins in his pocket and asked, "Uncle Meng, have you collected the money from the people from the Zhuochen Camp?"
Lao Meng opened the box and asked Zhang Chulan and Feng Baobao to put the money in. He said casually, "They are not in the same system as us. They have their own logistics officers, so we don't need to collect the money."
Every Nadutong employee had to hand over a portion of their jade money, and the spoils of war also had to be handed over and distributed by the marshal.
After all, these achievements were achieved not only by these vanguards, but also by the logistics staff working in the rear and on daily basis.
Other sects also make the same arrangement, collecting a portion from the sect’s public account and keeping a portion for each person.
The organization is responsible for handling pre-war preparations and munitions reserves so that the employees and disciples who fight hard on the battlefield can go to the battle with peace of mind.
Zhang Chulan took a look at the Zhuochen Camp, which still maintained strict discipline after the battle, and suddenly grinned:
"This group of colleagues really opened my eyes. Now I can reduce a lot of work when I go back."
The dragon fire bullets fired at the same time, with earth-shattering power, which opened his eyes. It only took three rounds of volleys to break the armor of the alien demon.
After the volley, the sharp knife team armed with divine power in the Zhuochen camp made a move, and even the immortals were moved.
After being armed with divine powers, the strength of these people is close to that of the top sixteen in Luotian Dajiao. However, the top sixteen contestants in Luotian Dajiao have trained hard for many years, while these soldiers from Zhuochen Camp have only been trained for a short time.
Some immortals recalled the feeling of being crushed by the tide of the times when the gate to the Northeast was blasted open by artillery fire.
Even immortals have the complexity of the changing times, let alone other extraordinary people in the world.
As a temporary worker, Lao Meng understood the hidden meaning of Zhang Chulan's words. He smiled innocently and did not express any opinion.
He is the senior person in every unit who works diligently every day, has no opinion on almost anything, and treats everyone with a smile.
Unfortunately, gentle people are not treated well and they are the most likely to be bullied.
Fortunately, the other parties were relatively tolerant of the work done by Lao Meng. Although they often used harsh words during work, they eventually recognized his work ability and let him do it and take it away.
Zhang Chulan smacked his lips and said nothing. Since Old Meng didn't say anything, how could a man like him say anything offensive?
However, looking at the Zhuochen Camp maintaining their weapons and checking their equipment, Zhang Chulan was delighted.
After he came back, he heard Xu Si complaining to him that as the spiritual energy of heaven and earth became more abundant, it became easier for acquired extraordinary people to break through. Many extraordinary people's sects became a little arrogant and tried to go back to the Han and Tang dynasties, when extraordinary people were the best among people.
In addition, more innate aliens have awakened. These wild aliens, without any teachers to teach them, are mostly very arrogant and aggressive. Many incidents of aliens injuring people have occurred in Tianjin.
Even though they had taken precautions in advance, Xu Si still worked several overtime shifts and complained to Zhao Fangxu all day about the lack of manpower.
However, after a while, when the Zhuochen Battalion, equipped with mass-produced Dragonfire ordnance, officially enters service, these problems will be solved.
Don’t think that I can’t do anything to you just because you’ve upgraded your version.
Surprisingly, we have evolved too!
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"I really didn't expect that the combination of the Zhuochen Pearl and the Hentian Clan's Dragon Fire Bronze forging technology could produce such a chemical reaction, doubling its power."
Yin Jun's eyes were always fixed on the situation on the demon-fighting battlefield, and the existence of the Zhuochen Camp also entered Yin Jun's sight.
The Zhuochen Camp was also dispatched during the last Nasen Island operation, but due to Hu Xiuwu's killing spree, they had no chance to show up. It was also the first time that Hu Xiuwu saw the Zhuochen Camp officially take action, and he compared the combat power of the Buyanqi and the Zhuochen Camp in his mind.
The three thousand Buyan Cavalry cannot defeat the three thousand Zhuchen Camp. Even if the Buyan Cavalry are ghosts and gods, the power of dragon fire is still their natural enemy.
Hu Xiuwu was not unhappy that his soldiers were outclassed, but was relieved:
"Very good. The Yang World has developed such a force. I don't have to worry about not being able to come back. The good situation now will be ruined in an instant."
"You can start preparing to travel now."
Chapter 515: Qing Tianyu rides out of the dust, protecting Qingping and carrying the sword
The sea of clouds rolls and the green trees stand tall.
In the middle of the endless sea of clouds, there is a towering sacred tree.
The tree crown is as broad as Qingcheng Mountain, and the trunk is like Optimus Prime supporting the sky and the earth.
This is the core of the God Realm. The Emperor of Heaven created the God Race here by combining the essence of the sacred tree. It is the holy place of the God Realm.
In this holy land of the sacred tree, there is only a goddess guarding and looking after the sacred tree.
However, the goddess has been a little confused recently.
How is he doing? Does he still like fighting as much as before? Is there anyone to heal him when he gets hurt?
The cold goddess is thinking about the person in her heart.
She controls the holy light and nourishes the sacred tree. She has been doing this job for tens of millions of years, so much so that many gods regard her as the sacred tree.
After finishing her daily work, she leaned tiredly on the branches of the sacred tree that reached from heaven to earth. The rainbow clouds left on the tree were like the most beautiful flowers on the sacred tree.
But at this moment, the flowers are wilted, the sunset is hazy, and the goddess is leaning against the tree trunk with her eyes closed to rest. Although she is not crying, her beautiful face shows sorrow. The feeling of "Xi Shi holding her heart" in the world is just like this. It is as if the original clear moon is covered by dark clouds, leaving only a little moonlight, which makes people feel pity and cherish it, and wish they could draw their swords to cut the dark clouds.
There was someone who would protect her, accompany her, and help her overcome her distress and loneliness.
But that person disappeared.
"Fei Peng..."
The goddess embraced the trunk of the sacred tree, whispering the name of the person she missed.
God cannot get sick, and iron knives and steel swords cannot break through God's defenses.
However, God will be hurt by lovesickness.
The sacred tree is sacred and inaccessible, so the goddess is equally inaccessible. This is the idea of most gods in the divine world.
So for tens of millions of years, she was the only one who collected the holy light for the sacred tree every day, blooming alone on the crown of the sacred tree day after day.
Until the heroic and brave god general appeared, she finally broke her lonely life of tens of millions of years.
Even though he was a man of few words, even though he always talked to her about competitions that she had no interest in, even though there were laws in the divine world that gods could not fall in love with each other.
But she still yearned for the only light in her life. Although she dared not express her feelings due to the laws of heaven, she enjoyed just being with him every day. Even the originally boring and hard work became sweet because of her anticipation for his arrival.
They were gods, and she had thought that such beautiful days would last forever.
Unexpectedly, heaven does not fulfill man’s wishes, nor does it fulfill God’s wishes.
The god deserted his post and was banished to the mortal world by the Emperor of Heaven.
From then on, she was the only one left under this vast sacred tree.
She has experienced the warmth of companionship, so how can she endure the loneliness of being alone?
From that day on, there was not a single day that she did not miss him; from that day on, there was not a single day that she did not recall him; from that day on, every ray of holy light that she gathered was soaked with her lovesickness and absorbed by the sacred tree.
Perhaps it was her sincere emotion that made the sacred tree, which had been with her for thousands of years, feel sad.
The treetops are like a clear lake, with leaves rolling and rustling, noisy like heavy rain, whispering like private talks, and the soft sound is like the melodious music of heaven, spreading in all directions.
The goddess sat up in a trance. She had heard this voice many times.
That was the sign before the sacred tree bore fruit, and the ritual music for the birth of the sacred fruit.
She has made preparations to pick the divine fruit. This is also her job. The divine fruit of the divine tree is the treasure of the Emperor of Heaven. After the fruit falls to the ground, it must be sent to the treasury of the Emperor of Heaven.
However, things seem a little different nowadays.
The sacred tree, which originally bore fruit only once every ten thousand years, unexpectedly produced twin fruits this time.
The goddess had never encountered such a situation during the time she had been guarding the sacred tree.
The green fruit was hanging on the branch, and before the goddess could pick it, it fell down under the blowing of the fairy wind.
The goddess flew down from the branch, ready to catch it.
Unexpectedly, something strange happened.
The green fruit in the air emitted a faint glow, and it continued to grow and deform like an embryo, evolving into a torso, arms, facial features, and internal organs.
The short time that the fruit fell seemed to last for half a person's life. When it landed on the ground, it had turned into a new god with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes, heroic and courageous.
The goddess was a little dazed. She saw the grace and demeanor of former gods in this newly born god.
When the divine man opened his eyes, the goddess woke up as if from a dream, her face slightly red, and she waved her staff to gather the fallen leaves of the sacred tree. She used her divine power to shape the fallen leaves, weaving them into a robe, and covered the newly born divine man.
The high crown, shoulder armor, tight clothes, and wrist guards were the attire of the generals that she was most familiar with.
The god who was dressed in clothes looked around blankly, looking at the green water and the misty sea of clouds around him, and said in confusion:
"Where am I?"
"You are in the divine realm, at the foot of the sacred tree."
The goddess picked another green divine fruit that looked normal, then floated down and answered his question. At the same time, she curiously asked him:
"What are you? Can a divine fruit also become a spirit?"
The fruit that just fell to the ground shook its head in confusion.
Click,
The thin branch bearing the fruit broke quietly and fell onto the head of the new god.
The god-man seemed to have foresight and grabbed the twisted branch as if he was grabbing a magic sword.
Holding the sacred branch as if holding a sword, the deity stroked the twisted branch with his eyes closed and remained silent, as if he was communicating with the sacred tree.
The goddess waited patiently for him to speak. In the task of maintaining the sacred tree, she had already honed enough patience.
When all the green leaves on the twisted branches had fallen and the twigs had become sharp, the god suddenly opened his eyes. His eyes were no longer as clear as before, but more restrained and crystal clear. His aura was no longer as sharp as before, but instead was restrained and his brilliance was hidden.
Just now it was like a newly born gem, dazzling and brilliant; now it is like a polished, warm jade.
"Shuugo, I'm Shuugo. Who are you?"
The divine man realized himself and remembered his own name.
"I am the guardian of the sacred tree, Xiyao."
'really. ’
When he was in the submerged world, he saw the layout of the divine world and had some guesses, so he flew towards this sacred tree. But when the goddess said her name herself, Xiuwu still found it interesting:
"I replaced the protagonist of The Legend of Sword and Fairy VII, but ended up meeting the heroine of The Legend of Sword and Fairy III."
The twisted branch in his hand trembled slightly, as if instinctively celebrating the new life.