Choice 5842

It has been thousands of years since the Mo people invaded the Three Thousand Worlds. Before the Qiankun Furnace came into existence, the human race had been trapped in the more than ten large-scale battlefields. Except for those large-scale battlefields, Lingxiao and New Great Domains, almost all the big domains were reduced to The hand of the Mo people.

Therefore, the human race has always faced a big problem.

That is the problem of cultivation materials. The large area occupied is too small, and there are few ways to obtain materials. It is completely impossible to meet the needs of all ethnic groups by relying on the supply of a new large area.

During the Great Migration that year, the major sect families, and even the Paradise Paradise, brought out a lot of good things, especially the Paradise Paradise, which has accumulated countless thousands of years, and each family has a wealth of wealth.

But after thousands of years, the materials brought out in the early years were almost consumed.

Especially with the rise of the rising stars of the human race, the birth of a large number of open heavens in the star realm and the ten thousand demon realm, the demand for materials is rising almost every year.

In the past, many forces of the human race were entrenched in different regions of the three thousand worlds and were self-sufficient, but now it is no longer possible.

So many years ago, the Terran side was trying to resolve this potential crisis.

The matter of materials is nothing more than throttling expenditure and open source.

Throttling is simple, try to save as much as possible to avoid unnecessary waste, and now even the rules that allow teams to transform warships in the past have been cancelled.

However, the open source is a headache for the people. In the early years, there were many hunters who went to loot the team of the Mo people to transport materials. There were some gains, but the risks were also great. few.

Most of the Mo disciples controlled by the Mo people were the hunters back then.

Yang Kai has also knocked on the bamboo poles of the Mo people, and he has gained a lot, but after all, this is not a long-term way.

Therefore, after discussing with Mi Jinglun that year, he organized a team to mine materials within the human race, led by a number of veteran eighth-grade teams, and secretly sent them to the depths of the Mozhi battlefield to mine materials.

This team has a total of tens of thousands of people, and the overall cultivation base is not too high, and it can't play a big role on the battlefield, but it doesn't matter if it is just mining materials.

The entire battlefield of Ink is innumerable, and the materials are abundant, which is suitable for them to play.

The selected 8th-grade veterans are also old, or have suffered from injuries, and are no longer at their peak. Ouyang Lie was among them back then, but he was later sent back by Yang Kai to report.

Yang Kai and this team agreed to hand over to them once every 100 years to receive the mined materials. For more than a thousand years, everything has been stable as usual, but since the last time he appeared seven hundred years ago, until today, Yang Kai has come again.

Many old-fashioned 8-pins are naturally eager to see through. Seven hundred years is not a long time for them, but they are left alone. Desperate thoughts arise.

Therefore, after the message from the sackclothed old man, the eighth-rank scattered everywhere appeared immediately, and they were all pleasantly surprised when they saw Yang Kai's promotion to the ninth-rank.

"Junior brother hasn't shown up for so many years, is he trying to break through?" The old man in linen asked, which is also a very reasonable guess.

"That's not it." Yang Kai shook his head, "This matter is a long story."

"Don't worry, say something slowly." On the side, another Eighth-Rank quickly picked up a futon and threw it to Yang Kai.

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} They are now eager to know the changes in the human race in the past seven hundred years.

After a short while, everyone took their seats, and Yang Kai brought the changes of the human race over the years.

Hearing that the Qiankun Furnace appeared in the world, the stalemate between the two tribes was broken, the war broke out in an all-round way, and everyone's expressions froze.

I was overjoyed to learn that the human race gave birth to four ninth grades in the world in the furnace.

Hearing that Ouyang Lie was also among the four ninth-ranks, the group suddenly became uneasy.

"That dog thing has actually been promoted to the ninth-rank?" A gray-haired eighth-rank almost stared out his eyes, and the corners of his eyes twitched.

"Can he still have this shit luck?" Another Eighth-Rank was also envious.

Originally, at the level of the eighth rank, everyone is an old man. They have fought against the powerhouses of the Mo clan for countless years. Strength, unless you fight to the death.

The team that was arranged to guard the mining materials here is also considered a sweetheart.

But something happened that year, this guy Ouyang Lie was sent back to Three Thousand World by Yang Kai to report, and as a result, he had a chance by accident.

The mood of a group of elderly people suddenly became complicated, and they felt that they had missed a lot...

"Hey, stupid people have stupid blessings, the ninth rank is the ninth rank, and the human race has one more ninth rank, which is a good thing." The old man in linen coughed lightly.

Everyone nodded in agreement: "Yes."

Envy or not, as far as the general trend is concerned, Ouyang Lie's promotion to the ninth rank is indeed a great help to the human race. What everyone can't understand is that this guy Ouyang Lie is also very lucky. Leaping to the Dragon Gate.

"In this way, in the Qiankun furnace, the Mo people lost a lot."

Yang Kai nodded: "A few fake kings died, and there was another king, but Namo Naye was promoted to the king and escaped a disaster. In addition, in addition to the four nine-rank promoted in the Qiankun furnace, Senior Brother Wei Junyang and Luo Senior Sister Ting He has successfully broken through before, and now Xiaoxiao and Wu Qing have also gotten rid of the restraint, and each united the army."

Someone silently calculated, "So, there are only eight of the ninth-rank human race right now?"

"Nine!" Yang Kai looked at the person who spoke, "There is another one that you are not very familiar with. Now he is in charge of the Chutian Great Ban, but he is the reincarnation of the bite."

Naturally, he was referring to Wu Kuang, but Wu Kuang didn't have much dealings with the powerhouses in the Heavenly Paradise.

When Yang Kai sent him to Chutian Great Forbidden, he was only eighth-rank, and he could only cultivate to the ninth-rank realm in such a short period of time by using the Heaven-devouring tactics.

The crowd was excited.

Think back to the time when the Great War in the Territory of the Sky was fought, the rank nine accumulated by the human race for countless years were almost wiped out, and even the contemporary Dragon Emperor and the Phoenix Queen were killed, only Xiaoxiao and Wuqing were left, but they still had to clamp down on that. The ink-colored giant god cannot escape.

After thousands of years, the human race finally gave birth to a new ninth grade, and the number was not too small.

After so many years of struggle and persistence, finally ushered in a glimmer of light.

Afterwards, Yang Kai told them about the current situation of the Human Race in detail, and all the eight-ranked people who listened to it were eager to go to the frontline battlefield and kill him upside down.

After all, they also knew that they had other tasks on their shoulders, so they finally endured it.

try{mad1('gad2');} catch(ex){} But in seven hundred years, the situation of the two races has changed so much, but they did not expect it, but it is also reasonable.

Previously, the confrontation between the two peoples was restrained, one was the Mo people's fear of Yang Kai, and the other was that both the people and the black people were accumulating their own strength.

The existence of the Qiankun Stove has broken this situation that has been maintained for thousands of years, and a full-scale war is naturally imminent.

"The reason why it has been delayed for so many years is really an accident. I have been waiting for you for a long time." Regarding why he did not show up for such a long time, Yang Kai only mentioned it in a word, and did not detail that he was taken by the Qiankun furnace. When it comes to the end of the world, there is no need for too many people to know about this kind of thing.

The old man in linen waved his hand and said: "It's only seven hundred years, so why not wait, the soldiers are fighting on the front line, and we are not in danger here."

Yang Kai looked solemn: "I am here today, one is to hand over the materials that have been mined over the years with you, and the other is to ask you if you have any plans to go back. If so, I can send you back."

Everyone was overjoyed when they heard this. They have been mining materials on the battlefield of Mozhi for more than a thousand years. They basically do nothing on weekdays. Their cultivation strength has reached their level, and they no longer need to practice. Practice is useless, no The enemy clashed with them, and the days were very boring. Naturally, they missed the life in the battlefield.

So when Yang Kai said this, many people immediately turned their heads into chickens pecking at the rice, expressing that this was a good thing.

On the contrary, the linen-clad old man pondered for a while and said, "The human race supplies are very tight right now, aren't they?"

Yang Kai nodded: "The matter of materials has always been difficult to solve. Although the Human Race has recovered a lot of large areas, the harvest is not great. Before the Black Ink Clan evacuated, almost all the universe was smashed."

Among the many recovered large domains, it is almost an empty shell. The Black Ink Clan obviously will not leave the universe containing the materials to the Human Race, and after being occupied by the Black Ink Clan for so many years, the valuable universe is almost mined.

As for the materials carried by the Mo army itself, they were swept away with their evacuation, so how could they stay to feed the enemy.

Hearing this, everyone's excited expressions froze, and they all calmed down.

Yang Kai said again: "Don't worry too much about the supplies, I will find a way."

"What good idea do you have?" the old man in linen asked.

Yang Kai smiled and said: "The human race is in short supply, and the Mo people are not in short supply. They have never had a headache for materials. Since they have it, they will borrow some."

He said that the cloud is light and the wind is light, as if the Black Ink Clan would really borrow it, but the eighth-rank present did not understand, even if Yang Kai is now a ninth-rank, it is not easy to think of the Black Ink Clan's idea. It is not comparable to that in the past, the human race is strong, and the Mo people have not become stronger.

The sackclothed old man pondered for a moment and said, "Humans share weal and woe, and the matter of materials is a major matter. Although the efficiency of our mining materials is not too high, there are still some gains, and we have been hiding well for so many years. The Mo people have never found our traces, so let’s stay and continue to mine materials, as for things on the battlefield, leave it to those younger generations, what do you think?”

This is a question for the other eight-rank, after all, he can't represent everyone by himself.