Chapter 1000: Is the Head of the Emperor so Blackhearted?
Hearing this, Reeves kept nodding his head.
"Everything is as the guest said..."
"All the ghosts and monsters that survived at that time broke through the shackles and reached the realm of Martial Immortals."
"And our heavy pupils, the strongest are only in the fairyland. In the end, I don't know how many people were lost to suppress the disaster of the world."
"It's ridiculous to say that, in the end, we had to do the opposite."
"Let people take the initiative to believe in some ghosts that are not very harmful, so as to dilute the negative incense desires that each ghost gets."
Reeves flashed memories and smiled bitterly, "For example, the knocker, is one of them."
"They are collective ghosts, with a huge number, and they share a lot of negative incense."
"But the harm is very small. They are not strong individuals, and they can only hurt people after knocking on the door, which can be well guarded against."
This statement came out.
Su Lang couldn't help but nodded.
However, he was very surprised by one of Reeves' words.
"Reeves, did you say something wrong?"
Su Lang asked suspiciously, "The strongest of your Clan Eyes are only quasi-immortals?"
"That's right."
"In our entire Clan with heavy pupils, the strongest is the quasi-immortal. The world is imprisoned, preventing us from breaking through the immortal level."
"Only a very small number of people can, after reaching the quasi-immortal level, use the 'Fengtian chapter' to continuously provide incense and wishing power to the head of the heavenly emperor, and finally be favored, and become immortal and immortal heroic spirits after death, that is us The dream of everyone in the Double Eyed Clan."
Reeves looked frantic, "And immortal-level heroic spirits are also a great help for us to resist the natural disasters in the deep sea."
Hear this.
Su Lang's mouth twitched.
"The shackles of the world?"
"I am afraid it is the shackles set by the head of the emperor, so that the warriors of the heavy pupils cannot break through the immortal level."
"After all, after the warriors of the Chongtong tribe reach the immortal level, they will inevitably share the wishing power of the head of the emperor, bringing more terrifying consumption to the head of the emperor, and the gains outweigh the losses."
"But we can't just cut off the hope of the Chongtong clan, and create some fairy-level heroic spirit, hanging like a carrot in front of the donkey of the Chongtong clan, tempting them to continuously provide incense."
"Also, even if the incense and willpower provided is enough, to become a fairy-level heroic spirit, you have to die."
"A Martial Sage also has a million-year lifespan. Isn't this equivalent to delaying for many thousands of years before 'paying wages'?"
Su Lang muttered in his heart, "Is the head of the Heavenly Emperor so black-hearted?"
At this time.
The warriors outside gathered more and more, and someone came to ask whether to let people enter this hall.
"After we leave."
"You open the space formation and let everyone in."
Reeves said to the people who came to ask for instructions, "You must appease and guide people's emotions, and don't panic, otherwise you will not be able to atone for your sins!"
"Yes! Please rest assured, the city owner!"
The person asking for instructions patted his chest and assured.
"Please come with me, my distinguished guests."
Reeves turned around and saluted Su Lang.
"Let's go."
Su Lang nodded, took a group of clones, followed Revis and waited for Martial Saint to leave.
After everyone left, the space formation was activated, making the seemingly small space larger and able to accommodate more people.
Countless low-level warriors poured in, prostrate and worshipped around the statue of the head of the emperor...
With nine clones, Su Lang followed Reeves and the others to the city wall closest to the deep sea.
The towering city walls are densely covered with formation patterns, and various defensive weapons stand in abundance, reminding Su Lang of the time when he resisted the beast tide on Blue Star.
The deep-sea natural disaster is still two hours away.
Therefore, Su Lang and the nine clones were arranged to rest in a quiet room.
The rest of the Clan Wusheng continued to make the final preparations before the war.
"Two hours."
"It's enough for me to make a lot of parts for super humanoid weapons."
Su Lang muttered in the quiet room, took out the cauldron, and began to concentrate on refining.
A section of the city wall.
The two heavy-eyed martial arts saints are secretly communicating.
"I didn't expect that the prophecy left by the head of the great emperor countless years ago has actually come true."
"Powerful visitors from another world have come, and all of them are the 'candidate emperors' in the prophecy."
"And our Chongtong family has served the head of the Emperor for countless years, but no one can get such an honor."
"Even if these days aliens can help us resist the deep-sea natural disaster."
"But they shouldn't be allowed to be 'candidate emperors' and have the opportunity to compete for the position of emperors."
"We have resisted countless deep-sea natural disasters, why can't we get such an opportunity?"
A short and fat Wusheng had a hint of resentment on his face, and said with emotion, "Why is the head of the stalwart Heavenly Emperor so kind to those outsiders?"