The Earth Conquers All Worlds

Yang Yang felt a little disappointed when he heard his sister's words, but he still said truthfully: "Ordinary Condensed Realm monks can't do it, and Condensed Realm players who specialize in healing spells may not treat the trace of him while healing." The source of life.

If I can invite that person, I am 100% sure to save his life. "

Yangyang's younger sister's eyes lit up, and she begged hopefully, "Brother, I can't accept my friend dying in front of me, please save him."

Her sad and weak appearance made her look extremely pitiful.

"Three months, my friend?"

Yangyang proudly asked softly, with no joy or anger on his face.

"Brother, the length of time has nothing to do with the relationship. We are really good friends."

"A good friend?"

Yang Yang was a little angry: "A very good friend, you just let me give everything I have. In reality, are you going to sell the house to save your very good friend?"

In her opinion, her brother's future and all his property can be given up for a good friend.

Yangyang's proud words made his younger sister flustered, and his elder brother seemed to have changed for some reason.

She stammered and said, "Brother...brother, money can be earned again, but if a friend dies, it is impossible to have it again."

In the end, the expression on her face became firm again.

"Can money and future be earned again?"

Proud Yangyang gave a wry smile, seeming to be somewhat dispirited: "Sister, let it be, I know you are still young and don't know the importance of career and money.

They are more important than many of our emotions most of the time. "

How can the younger sister know the burden of the man who has already started to support the family?

How difficult is it for a monk at the lowest level of the cultivation world to maintain his own cultivation and support a mortal to cultivate at the speed of a super genius?

Since the troops were stationed in the Iron Fort, except for the practice time which has been halved every day, all his free time has been spent on receiving Lingzhi tasks, and he has never had a moment of free time.

Don't forget, his wife and his son are still in the Cangqing Realm, and he still needs to save some cultivation resources for them.

For these reasons, even if he is an elite among the players and has inhuman diligence, his cultivation speed will inevitably lag behind the players of the same level around him.

Being assigned to command the Foundation Establishment Troop was a negative impact brought about by a backward cultivation base.

For these, he never complained. He is a brother, a husband, and a father. This is his due responsibility. Even if he is exhausted, he is willing and has no regrets.

But now, sister wants him to give up everything for a so-called friend whom he has only known for three months, and even overdraw the future, giving up his future to save him?

Hearing his brother's refusal, Yangyang's younger sister became anxious: "Brother, isn't it just some spirit stone materials and some in-game items? At worst, I'll just return them to you later."

Proud Yangyang was silent for a long time, and said in a voice neither happy nor angry: "Sister, I spoiled you, and made you think that cultivation is an easy thing.

I found that for you to delay my cultivation, falling behind from the guild is a cost-effective approach, and it is not conducive to protecting the naive you in the future.

Therefore, I decided that from now on I will not provide you with resources until I advance to the Realm Condensation Realm and have a stronger blood-forming ability. "

After finishing speaking, he ignored his pleading sister and hung up the communication.

"Brother, brother, you can't do this, this is a fresh life..."

Yangyang's younger sister shouted anxiously, but the video on the other side had already been hung up.

When she called back again, she found that she had been blocked temporarily.

She became frightened, as if she had fallen into a dark abyss, unable to see anything, as if the world had abandoned her.

"Brother, brother..."

Yang Liu couldn't bear it, and comforted him: "Yangyang, don't cry, maybe your brother has his own considerations."

Yangyang's younger sister said angrily, "What are you thinking about? He's cold-blooded. He only thinks about his virtual game property. He's selfish!"

The two Chinese teachers and math teachers next to her also politely comforted and advised her, which made her even more unhappy.

Next to him, Obosa, who had been holding on for a long time, suddenly fell like a cliff. He seemed to have sensed something. He struggled and put one hand on his chest, praying intermittently.

"My lord... the throne is high... above the stars, the lamb of the lord... returns to your bloody heaven..."

The surrounding villagers and players were silent, their eyes blurred with tears, and they could see that this respected elder was about to pass away. Inspired by him, the villagers could not help but put their hands on their chests and prayed in a low voice.

"...you are the master of killing, a great existence born of blood..."

Hundreds of villagers around prayed together, and the voices gathered little by little. At first, it was noisy and chaotic. After a while, the voices converged into a torrent, and the solemn singing and prayers enveloped the rural land.

The four players did not participate in their chanting prayers, and looked at the solemn and pious villagers around them in a daze.

It is obvious that they personally taught the religious classics that seemed ridiculous and boring to them, why is there a solemn and solemn atmosphere involuntarily infecting their hearts at this moment.

"My lord, my god..."

Obosa's face showed a look of relief, his head tilted slightly, and his body completely lost the breath of life.

The villagers showed mournful expressions, and the chanting of prayers did not stop, but became louder and continued for a long time.

"what is that?"

A player behind Yangliu exclaimed, looking in the direction of the church in disbelief.

The air above the roof of the crude church built of logs and thatched roof suddenly twisted, and a little bit of golden-red light gathered.

Suddenly, it was bright and generous, and endless holy light gathered from all directions, as if a sun intertwined with gold and red had suddenly appeared here.

"Lord! My God!"

All the villagers showed fanaticism and knelt down on their knees without hesitation, praying and chanting louder, instantly changing from shallow believers to devout believers, only one level away from fanatics.

The four players were stunned and couldn't believe their eyes: "Really, there really is a blood god? Isn't it just a religious belief that was fooled by the higher-ups?"

The golden and red faith sun intertwine and intertwine, slowly revealing a man wearing a black robe with a blurred face, holding a white long sword with a sacred scratch in the center.

"My saint, shall not die."

The figure's eyes were empty, and the power of faith around him produced a miraculous change. There was no vibration of the air, no fluctuations similar to divine consciousness, and all voices were automatically born in the hearts of all believers.

A golden and red intertwined holy light shone from his fingertips onto Obosa, who had lost his breath of life.

Surrounded by a golden and red holy light, Obosa's body was automatically suspended in the air, and the tattered but neat linen clothes disintegrated, revealing his tall and thin body that was twisted and wrinkled like an orange.

Under the shroud of the holy light, his body changed astonishingly.