Chapter 800 Youth Memorial Book

Only truly great existences are qualified to step into the court of the gods.

There is the real orthodoxy and core existence.

There is no doubt that even the existence that can step into the threshold of the heavens and gods also has an unparalleled personality of immortals and gods. Compared with ordinary people, they are basically a sky and a ground, and they cannot be compared at all.

They have an extremely long life, which can be used to study anything in the world. For them, the little tricks of mortals may not even be as good as scum.

Because some of them can do it with just a thought, or even do it better.

No human being dares to measure the strength of such an existence, because in front of them, any mortal is just a tiny speck of dust that can be blown away for thousands of miles when he speaks.

At least this was the case until these mortals failed to ascend to become true immortals.

Perhaps only after this ascension, can one see the tip of the iceberg of the whole world in this extraterrestrial world.

As for those mortals...

Just like what Zhenjun Bixiao said at that time: "That's just some chaff, those who are really hopeful to escape, I have not found many people in this sea of ​​ten thousand immortals, let alone received many people. When I meet one, but I don’t know what’s good or bad, so I’ll have to deal with it personally in the Gods of the Heavens…”

"Originally, I planned to save this ignorant mortal and give him a good fortune." There seemed to be a faint flash of anger in her indifferent face, "It's crazy! If there is a chance, I will let this mortal know about this lord. It's amazing!"

"Could it be that you are too aggressive, Zhenjun?" The old man laughed.

"Huh?" She stared with a pair of evil eyes, "Could it be possible that I have to beg these mortals in a low voice?"

The atmosphere was a little quiet for a while.

She looked at the teacup in front of her eyes, as if she wanted to see the other world through the mirror-like water in the cup: "No matter which god is behind you, no matter how many people are involved in this matter..."

"Everything will be cleaned!"

"This will be these ignorant ants..." She sighed indifferently, "A catastrophe!"

"No one can escape!"

"But..." The old Taoist also said solemnly, "It's just a group of mortals, is it necessary?"

"Old Taoist priest," Zhenjun Bixiao said, "Have you forgotten why you issued the 'Martial Restriction Order' back then?"

"I only blame them for standing on that road." Zhenjun Bixiao said, "So by the way, they were crushed to pieces."

"..." The old Taoist was suddenly silent, with a look of regret on his face.

"That kind of existence, even if the world is destroyed and then recreated, it's just a matter of turning the palm of your hand." Zhenjun Bixiao's eyes were flat, as if describing an absolute fact, "It's really stupid. At that time, even the person behind you A god can't protect himself, but as a mere mortal, what can you use to fight?"

...

And this time, Yuanyuan Network Clubhouse.

Boss Fang has just downloaded the broadcast.

The barrage on the screen still didn't stop.

A group of elves sat on the sofa and giggled: "Hahaha! Watching the boss catch funny balls is fun."

"You skin!" Luo Lin was still learning the boss's landing instant kill operation, "Let me skin you!"

"Hehehehe, I feel like I'm about to be caught like a ball."

"Boss." A group of people gathered around, "Why don't you broadcast it, let's broadcast it for a while."

"That's right." Sera literally grabbed Boss Fang's arm and refused to let him go. "Didn't you say there is a triangle mid laner! I want to learn too..."

"Isn't it!?" A Kailan Bell also jumped out next to him, angrily said, "The triangular mid laner that was agreed~! Why is it gone!?"

"Hey—!?" The elder Elf Hiru next to him widened his eyes, "Are you still the queen!?"

What triangle mid laner are you looking at?

While chatting with Penguins, Jiang Xiaoyue had potato chips, iced black tea, and spicy sticks in her hands, all of which were obviously prizes from Boss Fang, and she also sent a message: "Boss, why don't you stop broadcasting...we'll broadcast it later Well……"

"It won't be broadcast today, it will be broadcast tomorrow, and tomorrow I will broadcast a Wushuang Sword Fairy for you, five knives per second."

"Yeah! Good, good!" The group of elves who heard the news first, their eyes lit up with excitement. The previous instant kill has tested the grasp of all aspects, and it can be said to be very powerful. Then what is this one second five? What kind of skill is a knife?

In the Jiuhua City store, Nalan Mingxue obviously received this message immediately, and walked out of the store with the corners of her lips slightly raised.

"Miss Nalan." Lan Yan beside her said with a grin, "You seem to be laughing more and more now."

"Yeah?"

"Perhaps." Perhaps it was only at this moment that he could reveal such a sincere and heartfelt smile, "After all, only here, there are not so many intrigues, and there is no need to think about trivial matters in the family."

Such a rare peace, every day is a kind of enjoyment.

Holding a freshly released official physical novel of "Dungeon and Fighter" in her arms, she sighed softly: "You said... how great it would be to be able to do this every day from now on."

"Miss, what are you talking about?" Lan Yan laughed, "There are so many of us, as well as those elves, as well as the group of silly bird alliance soldiers in Half City, the group of prudish old Taoist priests in Yuanyang City, and every day You can meet all the cute and cute Mengxin... We come every day, does the boss have the nerve to close the shop?"

"It's also..." Nalan Mingxue sighed, "Unknowingly... It's been several years, since I just entered Lingyun Academy that year, I'm almost graduating now, time flies so fast."

"That's right..." Lan Yan muttered, "It's true, the boss, I haven't held any activities in the past two years. When we were together, we used to have annual meetings and various small prizes, but now they are gone... "

"I don't know..." Nalan Mingxue said, "Maybe the business is too busy after the store grows."

She expressed some understanding: "And then they will broadcast live to us, and those people on the Western Continent are so strong, the boss must be stepping up to improve their strength."

"Right……"

"Oh—!" Lan Yan's eyes suddenly lit up and said, "How about... let's hold an event by ourselves!"

"It's a big deal, we prepare the gifts ourselves!"

"The idea seems to be good." Nalan Mingxue and the Nalan family are also shareholders of the Wuwei Dao League. The language of runes made by "God", and even the imitation of the previous prizes and so on.

"Then let's make a teaser video as well!" Lan Yan suggested, "By the way, Miss Nalan, do you still have the game pictures of Diablo, Legend, and Immortal Sword?"

"I'll go back and look for it."

"The video is called...Youth Album! How about it?"