The Original Seeker Chapter 775: Alchemist

"We are not rare for that little luck, martial arts is my only one, with pure will as the core, air luck, this illusory foreign object, I am lucky, but I lose my life." Huang Wuji looked indifferent. Said.

Different from people who like to learn by analogy and spend a lot of time cultivating other roads, he is a very traditional cultivator who concentrates on working together.

Except for martial arts, he almost never cared about other roads. He belonged to the kind of ascetic monk who was immersed in his own world.

So after a blank glance at Ramdor, the two again hid in the gap of the space layer and started fighting, disappearing into the battlefield like a passer-by.

Shrouded a whole starry sky, the brilliance of the will of silver and red mixed, also gradually dissipated with the disappearance of the fighting two, leaving only a large number of ordinary monks who were still deeply shocked by this power.

"A man should be born like this."

Somewhere in the space battlefield, a low-level mercenary wearing power armor said enviously in the direction where the light disappeared.

"One day, I will climb to his place!"

The companion next to him sighed quietly.

The two martial arts monks did not hide their thirst for such power in the slightest.

After all, Huang Wuji and Olga both represent the pinnacle of the Union martial arts, as long as they are practicing martial arts, there is no one who does not know them.

"..."

"This Huaya guy really has a pitfall in his mind, and he is not interested in luck, what else is he doing on the battlefield..." After he left, Ramdor commented on the barrenness.

"What age is it...returning to Huayao." Huolin couldn't help but sneered when he heard it.

Compared with the cultural integration of the middle and lower classes that have continued for several generations, just over a hundred years, for the high-level monks who have long lived, is just a period of time in their lives that is not too long.

In the early days of the major civilizations on the earth, the people at the bottom were forcibly promoting the use of federal language, and after living together for several generations, the gap between civilizations has faded a lot.

This is also due to one of the most important decisions of the Federation at the time-to disperse and rearrange all people's living quarters instead of directly transplanting the distinct arrangement of the earth.

Cultural barriers often come from prejudice and ignorance. When foreigners who were demonized and stigmatized in the past become their own neighbors, many past prejudices will be self-defeating.

After more than a hundred years of running-in, the concept of foreign races in ordinary people's minds has faded a lot, especially the new generation after the establishment of the Federation, they have become completely accustomed to the society where multiple human races live together.

But the high-ranking monks are different.

Especially those "old antiques".

In the age of the earth, several major civilizations are still opposed to those who have become famous in those years. Whether it is aesthetic or other, they are deeply ingrained in the concept of alien races in their minds.

Although the immortals can be ever-changing, they still have what they think is "beautiful", and this concept of "beauty" is often related to their background.

Like Ramdor, his kingdom of God was destroyed by the Huaya Federation. It is a fantasy to expect him to treat the Huaya people as his own clan.

Over a hundred years, it’s not enough to change the minds of true immortals. After all, they are replaced by ordinary people. Among them, they have witnessed the autumn of the spirit river and have not embarked on the path of cultivation. Most of the graveyard grass. It's all three feet tall.

After the short-lived old stubbornness died, these long-lived old stubbornness remained.

A small number of immortal old stubbornness, their persistence, has made it impossible for the Federation to truly integrate.

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Kirkov was also from that era, but he didn't care much about race before, and now he doesn't care much.

Furthermore, he was arrested and worked in the land of Baizhi for several years, only to make up for the ransom money and escape.

This has always been a history he didn't want to mention, and few people in the Federation knew about it.

"You guys also picked a good time." Ramdor said without paying attention to Hollin's sarcasm.

"A total of four true celestial beings went to cross the robbery."

Kirkov’s time for the attack was very good. There are almost thirty true immortals in the Federation, and four of them went to the ferry to return to the robbery, and they couldn’t participate in this battle of luck.

The time it takes to ferry a reincarnation catastrophe is as short as ten or eight years. It is as long as a cloud catastrophe. It has evaporated for fifty to sixty years. What's more, it may have died in another world. There has been no news for a hundred years .

Kirkov picked the right time for most of the true immortals in the Ramdor camp to go to other planes to cross the robbery.

Originally, the number of true immortals in the two camps was four to six. As a result, while Kirkov's camp was one less person, Ramdor's camp was directly less than three people, and he just pulled back three to three.

In addition to the two camps, some relatively neutral immortals hold some precious civilization space coordinates in their hands and concentrate on developing other worlds.

For them, what kind of system should they use, who will be the emperor, who will be the chairperson, and even the federation does not exist, all are clouds. They only care about one acre of land in their lead ship, and they concentrate on harvesting the different world on weekdays. Leek.

I don’t care about human affairs.

……

"I think the monk's title needs to be unified."

"The Speaker..."

"From now on, we are alchemists, alchemist civilization." Kirkov said categorically.

"It seems that you understand." Seeing Kirkov's reaction, Ramdo smiled tacitly, "Then I can't let it go."

"You can't eat the cake all by yourself." Kirkov was a little dissatisfied.

Looking at the two dumbing each other, the immortals present seemed to understand what was going on, only Mila who relied on the pendant to watch from a distance looked dumbfounded.

At this time, all the battles were halted like pressing the pause button, and the fighters belonging to the Ramdor camp and the pyrotechnic camp faced each other.

"Boss, do you know what they are doing? They are renaming the country and civilization..."

"Qingyun. They are redefining the federation ~IndoMTL.com~ or the future of the empire by way of naming, so as to allocate the air fortune from the federation."

"Is there really such a thing as luck..." Milla and Serra listened, staring suspiciously at the picture provided by the pendant.

"Even if it is true, can you take your luck into your own hands just by changing your name?"

The pendant didn't answer again this time.

"Ramdor." The Blue Witch King suddenly said as if he had changed himself, "Our battle ends here."

"Have you taken the initiative back?" Ramdall asked.

"Finally suppressed the two lingering guys for a while."

The personality structure in the Blue Witch King is more complicated.

First of all, it is a tree monster, and when it opened the bloodline memory, it was contaminated by the bloodline memory, gained a lot of valuable experience, and also gained a hatred that didn't belong to him.

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