A hundred years of accumulated points.

Chen Xia's heart skipped a beat and everything was added to his luck.

The picture is auspicious.

[Luck value: 141]

[Obtained the title: Son of the Chosen.]

[Son of the Chosen One: You are the son of God. Your luck has reached a level of fantasy. It will not appear normally, but when things get bigger, your luck will get better. 】

This is quite suitable for gambling on life.

Chen Xia nodded, feeling relieved that he had one more trump card.

His cultivation level has reached the peak of Nascent Soul. Relying on the support of "Giant Turtle Breath Technique" and the spiritual energy of Xiaodongtian, his cultivation speed can be said to be terrifying, and he will soon reach the Mahayana cultivation level of the immortal world.

Regarding the division of realms, Diao Weng did not have a clear explanation. He only said that there are those above and below the saints. To be above the saints is to step into the path of the emperor and then transcend.

All saints are just ants, there is nothing to say.

Among all the heavens, there are two great emperor figures sitting in the Cangtian Sword Sea alone. One is at the highest point in the Cangtian, and the other is at the deepest point in the Sword Sea.

Chen Xia lived in the disciple's house above the sword blade and was raised as a preliminary disciple.

There are a total of a hundred preparatory disciples in the house, with all kinds of appearances. It is simply a collection of abnormal creatures.

Chen Xia is the most unpretentious one, with no horns on her head and no tail on her back.

This also led to Chen Xia being despised the most.

In addition, he has a lazy temperament, and what stands out is the word "openness".

Therefore, these weird-looking preparatory disciples were unwilling to deal with Chen Xia. Even if they heard that Chen Xia was the emperor's son, they didn't interact too much with them.

There are always a lot of seedlings of the Great Emperor, but the one who is lacking is the Great Emperor.

Chen Xia was also happy to be free, sitting in front of the door every day to practice, waiting for the event of sinking into the world.

He didn't wait too long. The fisherman came with a Taoist futon and asked Chen Xia to sit on it and let his consciousness sink.

"What's the principle?" Chen Xia asked curiously.

"Do you want to listen to scientific explanations or unscientific explanations?" asked the fisherman.

He adopted the discourse of technological systems.

Chen Xia thought for a while and replied: "Scientific."

The fisherman replied: "According to the thesis of the Mecha Monkey King on the technology side, a person's spiritual thoughts can be divided into countless parts, and each part can enter a world independently."

"The method of traveling involves the time system. The nuclear power immortal explained that time is relative..."

"Okay, I understand."

Before the fisherman finished speaking, Chen Xia spoke first.

The fisherman glanced at him and asked again: "Do you want to listen to the unscientific explanation?"

Chen Xia shook his head, "No need."

Because this setting has been unscientific from the beginning.

Especially the moment when the mecha sage and the nuclear-powered immortal appeared, this unscientific attitude was taken to a higher level.

The fisherman nodded, "Then prepare to sink your spiritual consciousness. If you separate one percent of your spiritual consciousness, you will naturally find a small interface that increases the speed of time by a hundred."

"Okay." Chen Xia nodded, concentrated his mind, and began to control the division and sinking of his consciousness.

He divided it down to one hundredth with extreme accuracy.

And it was this one that began to travel through the heavens and the worlds.

If every universe in the universe is regarded as a point of light, then what Chen Xia is looking for is the tiny point of light among them.

His consciousness moved quickly, browsing the information in all the worlds, searching for it quickly.

After an unknown amount of time, he finally saw a tiny ball of light flashing alone in the corner.

Chen Xia's mind jumped and he crashed into this tiny ball of light.

Many memories welled up in his mind.

AD 301.

The meteorite landed and brought "superpowers".

Human beings who gain abilities become extremely powerful and powerful, breathing fire and making ice.

Contrary to strong power, temperament will become violent and begin to violate rules and laws.

In AD 310, superpowers rioted and the world collapsed.

10 years of the new century.

The new government created the "Nighthawk" organization, which specializes in hunting down wanted superpowers.

Chen Xia is a junior "Nighthawk". She is sixteen years old and has just passed the exam. She is currently on the street, in front of a crowd of people fleeing in panic.

"Run quickly, the superpower is coming!"

"Quick, don't block it, run!"

"..."

All kinds of panicked shouts rang out, and the crowd fled in panic, without any order. No one paid attention to the stampede that occurred, because behind them was a more terrifying existence.

stranger!

Violent fires light up from time to time, bursting the windows of buildings, shattering cars, and killing people very quickly.

Chen Xia frowned, and there was a constant thought in his body, asking him to protect the people.

He thought for a moment and guessed that this idea should be the will of heaven and earth.

As an outsider, he came to this small world and was assigned an identity by heaven. He must do things to conform to this identity immediately, otherwise he may be rejected by the will of heaven and earth.

Chen Xia's identity is the "Nighthawk" of the new government, so he naturally wants to protect the people.

There are no other "nightjars" around.

Chen Xia must take action.

All the data of his body are one percent of the original body, his strength is 3, and his realm is the fifth level of Qi training.

That should be enough, right?

Chen Xia walked forward, going against the flow of panicked people, and headed towards the location where the fire broke out.

The further you walked in, the more corpses were scorched by the flames, lying on the ground in various directions, lifeless.

The crazy flaming figure waved the flame in his hand, making loud noises, and chased the fleeing people.

Until he met Chen Xia.

"Hello."

Chen Xia said politely, then pulled out a steel pipe from the rubble on the side and pointed it at the Burning Man.

Pyro looked cruel, raised a ferocious smile on his lips, and said: "Welcome to... the barbecue party!"

Chen Xia frowned.

This person is somewhat perverted.

Exploding flames suddenly struck in front of him, and the intense burning sensation tore at his skin.

Chen Xia lowered his body, drooped his arms slightly, and suddenly swung them.

The steel pipe roared out and hit Pyro's head with a bang, causing blood to flow out.

Step!

Chen Xia's figure had already arrived in front of the burning man, caught the fallen steel pipe, held it with both hands, and smashed it again.

The Pyro's head was beaten into a strange and distorted shape, but his body did not change. He still stood straight on the spot, looking at Chen Xia with crazy eyes, and smiled ferociously again.

So another steel pipe.

Boom!

Pyro's head turned a weird 180 degrees Celsius, still laughing, and erupted violent flames, melting the steel pipe.

"I want to roast you until you are delicious, crispy on the outside and tender on the inside."

Pyro smiled ferociously again.

"No."

A huge fist appeared in front of Huo Ren, and what came next was a destructive force greater than that of a steel pipe. His head was dented by the hammer, and his body couldn't support it, and it smashed into the ground.

Chen Xia chased after him and landed on the burning man's head with consecutive and extremely fast fists. He didn't care about the scorching flames on it and murmured in his mouth.

"I think you really haven't seen what Wing Chun is!"

Pyro's head was hit so hard that he kept hitting the ground, sinking deeper and deeper.

His ferocious smile gradually turned into a scream, and his body struggled, but he had less and less strength to resist. The flames became sluggish until they went out and lost their breath.

Chen Xia stood up, raised his fists that were burned to pieces, put his hands on his hips, looked at the burnt and fragrant corpse of the burning man, and commented.

“Now available for KFC Deluxe Lunch.”

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Chapter completed!