The old man said, "The Holy Son has never been defeated. Although the incarnation was defeated this time, will it have any impact on him?"
The middle-aged man in the golden robe looked down on the old man, "Old Mo, you are too concerned!"
He continued, "If a top genius in the world cannot bear such a failure, his future achievements will be very limited, and his qualifications will be wasted in vain."
To become a strong man, qualifications are indeed indispensable, but the state of mind is equally important.
Failure is not terrible!
What is terrible is that you dare not face it after failure!
A trace of shame flashed across Lao Mo's face, "I am stupid. The Saint Son is extremely talented and has a strong mind. He is indeed not the kind of person who is easily confused."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe nodded, "Let's not talk about the Saint Son for now. Are the elves, dwarves, giants and other major tribes ready?"
Lao Mo said, "The first batch of geniuses from the tribes who are going to the lower world for training are ready and will arrive soon."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe nodded, "That's good."
Lao Mo hesitated for a moment, and then tentatively said, "Patriarch, the universe called Taichu seems to have a special martial arts weapon. The three thousand emperors who just went to support were killed in just a few breaths. The power is quite terrifying."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man in the golden robe had a flash of surprise in his eyes, "What kind of special magic weapon?"
Lao Mo waved his hand to shoot out a light curtain, and a special magic weapon appeared on the light curtain, which looked like a silver cannon.
This was reported by the monks who escaped back.
The middle-aged man in the golden robe looked at the silver cannon in the light curtain, and curiosity flashed in his eyes, "What a strange magic weapon."
Lao Mo nodded, "It is indeed very strange, I have never seen it before, and there is no such magic weapon in the heavens and the world."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe said: "Is there a video of the attack at that time?"
Lao Mo shook his head, "The incident happened suddenly, they were busy escaping, and only had time to record the appearance of the weapon, and there was no time to record the attack process."
Hearing this, the middle-aged man in the golden robe looked at the entrance of the passage behind the white jade square.
There is more than one entrance. In the space around the white jade square, there are densely packed deep caves, filled with restless laws of time and space.
The middle-aged man in the golden robe looked at the passage connecting to the Taichu universe, raised his hand, and the golden laws permeated between his five fingers, and the divine chain of order instantly poured into the passage.
"Crack!"
In just a moment, cracks appeared in the passage connecting to Taichu, unable to withstand the power of the middle-aged man in the golden robe.
Lao Mo hurriedly said, "Patriarch, no!"
The middle-aged man in the golden robe is a powerful immortal king. This channel connecting the lower world can't bear this force at all.
If the middle-aged man in the golden robe wants to forcibly deduce what happened in the channel before, he will definitely destroy this channel!
"The space-time of the lower universe is weak!"
The middle-aged man in the golden robe had no choice but to stop. The channel couldn't bear too high a level of power. There are many reasons.
The most important ones are two points.
One is that the heaven world is too far away from here, and there is an endless area between the two sides.
The second is that the space-time of the lower universe is too weak, which is completely different from the heaven world.
It is very difficult to connect two very unequal time and space across the endless area, and it can also allow people to travel back and forth. If you want to control the strength of the channel, it is not impossible.
The middle-aged man in the golden robe looked at Lao Mo and said, "There is no record of the specific process. Don't you have any memory of them being killed?"
Lao Mo nodded, "Yes, there is, but it's all bright light and the remains of the killed, and you can't see anything at all."
Obviously, when he came to report again, he had already seen the memories of the group of people who survived.
"But..."
Lao Mo continued, "After the attack, the special weapon disintegrated into waste."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe frowned, "Disintegrated? One-time?"
Lao Mo said, "Not sure, according to my memory, not only did the special weapon disintegrate, but even the several emperors who activated it were severely injured."
"Although they killed a lot of people, they also damaged their foundation and their strength was greatly reduced."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe looked at Lao Mo, "Since all the magic weapons are gone, you still mention this to me, are you worried that they have a second similar magic weapon?"
Lao Mo nodded, his face solemn.
That magic weapon is too strange and has amazing lethality. If there is a second one, then the passage to the Primordial Universe will be more difficult to deal with.
The passage connects to the lower world, and it was originally for the younger generation to practice. If too many people die because of it, it will not be worth the loss.
"Didn't you say that the people who activated the weapon were severely injured and damaged their foundation?"
"Then I think even if they have the same magic weapon, they can't activate it many times."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe smiled, "Because if it happens too many times, the first thing to be killed is their lives!"
Lao Mo said: "We still have to think about it.There is no way to stop this weapon. If a large number of people from the elves and dwarves die in this passage, they will probably hold our tribe responsible."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe nodded, "My angel tribe just happens to have a special secret technique to restrain magic weapons, maybe it can make them stop!"
Lao Mo's eyes lit up, "Then I am relieved."
"Lao Mo."
The middle-aged man in the golden robe looked at Lao Mo with admiration, "You have been busy for my tribe all these years, and you have contributed your strength to the utmost. This king has seen it all. After this matter is over, I will give you angel blood and let you join my angel tribe!"
Hearing this, Lao Mo's body trembled violently. The sudden surprise made him not know how to respond to the middle-aged man in the golden robe.
"Tribe... Patriarch... This is what I should do!" Lao Mo said excitedly.
"Okay, since I have spoken, I will not break my promise. You go and do your work first. "The middle-aged man in the golden robe patted Lao Mo's shoulder affectionately and said.
"Yes...Yes, thank you, clan leader, I will take my leave now!" Lao Mo quickly knelt down and kowtowed to the middle-aged man in the golden robe, then left with his body lowered.
Looking at Lao Mo's back, the middle-aged man in the golden robe still had a smile on his face, but a silk scarf appeared in his hand, wiping his left hand that had just patted Lao Mo's shoulder.
His eyes showed a strong disgust and disdain!
"Untouchable! "
The golden-robed middle-aged man sneered. A low-level creature of the human race wanted to have angel blood. He didn't even consider whether he was worthy of it!
What he said just now was just a pie in the sky!
After this matter is over, Lao Mo can go and die!
Why?
Because he didn't fully understand his status!
If he had rejected his proposal just now, he would still be alive. Otherwise, it means that he has worked hard for these years just for the angel blood.
How could the angels let go of such a person who wanted to taint the angel blood?
The next moment, the golden-robed middle-aged man walked to the back of the White Jade Square. in the temple.
He came to a room in the temple.
This place looked like a meeting room, with a long table in the middle, surrounded by golden and magnificent scenery, and the walls of the room were engraved with angel totems.
Not long after the middle-aged man in the golden robe entered the room, a group of people pushed open the door and entered in a line.
Each person who entered the room had at least seven pairs of wings behind them!
In the angel clan, seven pairs of wings represent that the cultivation has reached the realm of the Immortal King!
At this moment, the number of people entering the meeting room exceeded twenty!
The middle-aged man in the golden robe, who was sitting in the main seat, frowned because not all the people were there!