Chapter 818 The Fate of the Toggle, the Net Change of All Beings

Looking at the silk thread, Zhang Deming frowned a little, then looked up and was taken aback.

He saw his own fate line, and found out that it was even more amazing, that he formed a net alone, independent of the fate net! ! !

I saw that his own silk thread was even more strange, floating above his head, tangled into a ball by itself. A lot of dense silk threads actively passed through his silk threads, and entered the net of fate after being entangled.

His whole thread of fate didn't have any direct contact with that big net at all. As for those silk threads that entangled him directly or indirectly, he somehow understood that it was the fate of the alliance disciples.

Looking at this scene, Zhang Deming thought for a long time before shaking his head, and said: "Forget it, to fiddle with fate and control fate, even for Seven Star Overhaul, it's still too early.

The initial control of Tao and reason, and the playing with concepts, should normally be the work of gossip monks, or just a start!

Now his real cultivation base is only heaven and earth, so why bother with so many difficulties! Lan Fuyao's silk thread is relatively independent, which is actually more beneficial for him to operate, and it will not appear that his cultivation is not enough, it should be considered a good thing! "

While speaking, he stretched out his hand, and flicked lightly at the illusory silk thread on the broken long piano.

In an instant, Zhang Deming's face turned pale, and the spiritual power in his body surged out like a flood that opened the gate, and it bottomed out in an instant.

He has practiced for almost seventy years, and in his nearly eighty years of life, he has never experienced such an exaggerated consumption of spiritual power, as if he was about to be sucked out the next moment!

It really wasn't something he should do with his cultivation!

With a drastic change in his complexion, he decisively opened the shadow, and while quickly replenishing consumption, he threw out a bunch of spiritual crystals, and the two bodies began to restore their spiritual power with all their strength.

With the massive consumption of spiritual power, the silk thread he plucked started to swim slightly. And as the silk thread swam, it slowly infected the entire mess of fate.

Even though Lan Fuyao's silk threads were not deeply entangled with the fate mess, but because the quality was too solid, the countless silk threads gradually affected the entire mess, causing it to vibrate slightly.

As the ball of messy threads vibrated, the threads interacted with each other, changing a lot of things.

At this moment, Zhang Deming froze with himself, his eyes gradually diverged, his pupils lost focus, and countless patterns of fragments flashed in his eyes and in his mind.

But these things flickered too fast, too many, and too fragmented, as if a two-hour movie was suddenly shattered, and countless fragments were extracted from it, and even turned upside down, and it only took ten seconds. flashed by.

While his spiritual power was being consumed violently, his brain seemed to be in shutdown as he watched countless fragmented images, completely unable to process them.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that these fragmented pictures seemed to have flashed to the end. A realization came to him that if he didn't do something, there would be nothing left to do.

And this kind of opportunity, for the same goal, seems to have to be a shocking means to have it again.

The reason why he has such a chance for all the targets is not because his cultivation base is so good now, it seems to be because of his special fate, dark and great, representing the ray of life for all living beings?

With this enlightenment, Zhang Deming didn't dare to hesitate any longer, he followed his instinct and grabbed one of the fragments.

"Ten Thousand Demon City, look for the trace of the weapon; to get vitality, open the weapon to give birth. If you want to wake up spiritually, you must have a soul. If you want to transform into a human body, you will be born outside the realm."

First, a text message suddenly exploded in Zhang Deming's mind.

Immediately, these words exploded into countless more fragmented paintings, all of which rushed towards Zhang Deming. Let Zhang Deming's brain completely shut down, and he was stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

At the same time, at the moment when Zhang Deming's brain went down, the entire fate network in front of him was shaken. During the fluctuation, countless lines were completely affected and their paths were changed.

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In the Lingxiao Realm, a group of bigwigs have returned to the Lingxiao Palace and started to build a seal. At this time, Jian Chen, the supervisor, frowned suddenly, and the sword of mountains and rivers in his arms flickered suddenly, and the mountains and rivers flowed faintly.

Yu Qianyu seemed to be out of control, bursting out with a strong spiritual light, which attracted everyone's attention. In front of him, an ancient wooden book appeared in front of him, and he flipped through it quickly.

In the book, countless runes began to change under the startled eyes of the other party. Countless stories in the book that have already taken shape, or are about to take shape, were tampered with right in front of his eyes.

And not just one or two, but batches!

"Damn it, move the life net? Who is so desperate?!" He watched the book tumbling, and as the words jumped, he ignored the detached and refined aura, and burst out with foul language.

And because of this huge movement, many people who looked at him, watched his reaction, and listened to his words were all slightly astonished, and then showed shock on their faces.

It was not only him who noticed, but also the three mysterious old men who were also like supervisors, their breaths were suddenly connected together, money appeared in their eyes, and they looked up at the sky frowning, as if they wanted to see something clearly.

After a long while, what he got in exchange was frowning, but there was no result.

There are several such changes around, but the most obvious one is Yu Qianyu's book, and everyone else is the same as Jian Chen, only feeling a little bit.

Such a change has caused countless people to fall into silence.

No one noticed that even the giant spider they were sealing and the remains of the demon emperor flickered undetectably.

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In the depths of the Hengduan Mountains, in an unknown place, a strong spiritual light suddenly flickered.

"Chirp..."

A strange bird song resounded throughout the Hengduan Mountains.

Originally, Haohao Tangtang had countless organizations of demon kings, and all parties were constantly searching for something in the mountains. At this moment, they were all taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, all the big monsters with Liuhe cultivation base were stunned, and then showed a surprised expression, and disappeared in a flicker.

Obviously, the whole group has been searching for the movement for decades, but this moment seems to be less important than that tweet.

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The Tianling Sect is ordinary, because the "Sage Sect" has become the state religion of the Tianling Empire, and the story of Zhang Shengren has spread throughout the Tianling Empire, and the low-level disciples of the Alliance and Zongmen are still governing the empire.

Therefore, even though decades have passed, there is no room for other sects to survive here. Zhang Sheng is the only one, coercing everything.

Even if the Holy See of Tianyu has official approval, it can build churches at will. But they built countless churches, and believers did not build as many churches.

Even so, the Holy See has not moved, and has been quietly searching for something in private, and this behavior has also continued for more than ten years.

The front and rear even started at the same time as the monster clan in the Hengduan Mountains, but one was looking for them in the Hengduan Mountains, and the other was in the Tianlingmen. They were relatively independent but strangely coupled.

Tianlingmen, Liuzhou, in a deserted church with no believers. A Si Ze is carefully serving a middle-aged man at the moment.

The middle-aged man was obviously wearing an ordinary robe, but he carried endless majesty. The other party was standing in the church at the moment, concentrating on praying.

Suddenly, the praying middle-aged man was taken aback. A pair of fiery red wings with a touch of pale gold on the back suddenly opened uncontrollably, and countless rays of light sprinkled on the entire church.

"Oh my God!"

Si Ze, who was standing cautiously behind the middle-aged man, suddenly showed a frenzied expression when he saw this scene, and knelt down in an instant, praying to the middle-aged man continuously.

The middle-aged man ignored him, turned around suddenly, as if he heard something, and looked in the direction of the Hengduan Mountain Range.

"This is the breath of the Lord... Did you find it in the wrong place? It's not at the Heavenly Spirit Gate at all, but in the Hengduan Mountains?"

In words, the middle-aged man has disappeared. After a while, when the light disappeared, Si Ze came back to his senses and realized that His Majesty the Pope, who made him crazy, had gone nowhere.

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At this time, the Tianyu Federation, the headquarters of the Holy See, and the main church suddenly began to shine with golden light, making the entire main church resplendent and resplendent.

In the pope's city, countless believers saw this scene and knelt down subconsciously. At this moment, the sound of prayers, prayers, and fanatical shouts of faith spread across the entire Pope, like a carnival of believers.

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Following Zhang Deming's flick, it seemed to affect the two worlds of Hongmeng and Tianyu, and countless people seemed to be affected, and their fates had undergone irreversible and unknowable changes.

For all of this, the most obvious perception is the Suanxiu.

Originally, at the moment of the great catastrophe, the secrets of heaven are enough to be chaotic. There are ten hexagrams, nine hexagrams are empty, and one hexagram has a vague result, which makes people blind, but the backlash is not discounted at all.

But at this moment, all those who are capable of computing are horrified to find that the future of this primordial world is not even a glimpse, and it seems to be a sign of something.

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All these things have nothing to do with Zhang Deming.

At this moment, in the training room of Bailingmen Habitat Holy Residence, it took Zhang Deming a long time to recover from his brain crash.

"Boom!"

With a soft sound, Zhang Deming lay limply on the ground, like a boneless person.

"Huh...huh..."

The moment he came back to his senses, his complexion turned pale, and he began to pant violently.

From the beginning of his practice, he has never been drained as much as he is now. The Taoist body, body, and Anzi are all gone. Can't hold on.

The whole person was exhausted due to the exhaustion of spiritual power, and he lay powerlessly on the ground, panting continuously. At this moment, if someone came, the three-year-old would probably be able to kill him with a knife.

Fortunately, he has already thrown a lot of spirit crystals just now, and the Taoist body of Baimai Palace has also been opening the practice pool.

So with the automatic operation of the script, his withered dantian gradually began to have aura. And with the recovery of his spiritual power, he gradually recovered.

After a long time, when Zhang Deming roughly recovered his mobility, he immediately raised his head and looked at the broken Changqin floating in front of him.

With a glance, Zhang Deming couldn't help laughing.

At this moment, although the Changqin is still broken, it seems as if it has just been dug out from the corner of some ruins. But Zhang Deming still noticed the faint agility.

Moreover, Changqin's condition did not continue to deteriorate, and the light spot of Enlightenment in the Spiritual Education Space did not continue to dim, but a faint luster appeared instead.

Although these are not permanent, they are temporary, and they won't last long, but enough!

Feeling the information that caused his boss to crash before, as well as some blurred pictures, the smile on Zhang Deming's face became more and more obvious.

"The Ten Thousand Monster City in the Hengduan Mountains, with this level of cultivation, you can go for a stroll!"

Whispering, Zhang Deming closed his eyes again and began to recover his spiritual power.

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Two days later, in the inner circle of Zhang's family, in Zhang Budao's small courtyard.

With Zhang Deming's preaching face on his face, Zhang Deming left the room and appeared in his small courtyard.

After careful inspection, Zhang Deming came to the courtyard and sat down, and said as if talking to himself: "Call me Ze Li."

At the gate of the yard, Zhang Dailong and Zhang Daijun, who were guarding the gate boredly, were both startled. Grandpa woke up?

Back and forth, the ancestors who have been in seclusion on and off for decades are finally going to leave the seclusion?

The two looked at each other, Zhang Dailong turned and ran, and decisively went to inform Zhang Zeli.

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After a while, Zhang Zeli led a group of people to the small courtyard in a hurry, greeted Zhang Deming and said, "Grandson, I have seen my uncle (ancestor)!"

Zhang Deming looked up at the group of people in front of him. Now the entire senior management team has grown a little bit, with a few more new faces, of course most of them are the same people from before.

After all, it's only been a few years. For monks, not to mention changing generations, many people probably haven't fully familiarized themselves with all their duties and management scope!

There are many newcomers, obviously because of development needs, there are more managers from other departments.

"How has the clan developed these years?" Zhang Deming looked around and asked.

"Returning to Uncle, since according to Uncle's request, the population has increased by six times in the past fifty years since all branches started to encourage childbearing.

Because of the professional planning of the construction team according to my uncle's orders in advance, it has been in order now.

Nearly half of the empty Xiaotian Realm has already been utilized. Although the town is still sparsely populated, it only takes another 30 to 50 years to complete the initial layout of the entire Xiaotian Realm.

However, due to the vigorous development of Fansu, many cultivation disciples with too low aptitude have been deeply involved with Fansu, living in the town of Fansu, and becoming leaders in urban construction. "

At this point, Zhang Zeli took a careful look at Zhang Deming before continuing: "This situation is seriously different from Hongmeng's current situation. If my uncle thinks something is wrong, my grandson will order rectification before contacting Hongmeng."

"Why do you want to change it? It's what I want to see. It's very good. It should be like this for low-level disciples. If you want me to say, it's better to be conservative. Those with high talents and prospects can go to the city when they are low-level. Grinding and polishing." Zhang Deming said.

When the surrounding managers heard the words, they all raised their heads and looked at Zhang Zeli nervously.