In the Great Han world.
Chen Liu.
"Today, I've gathered all of you to discuss how to deal with Dong Zhuo. Now, Yuan Shao has sent a letter saying that he is preparing to attack Luoyang together. What do you think I am…"
Cao Cao sat at the head of the table and looked around at his generals and strategists.
He was about to ask for advice.
suddenly
Ding dong.
No one could hear a strange voice in his mind.
Back then.
When Cao Cao first heard this voice, he thought that something was wrong with him.
Until he understood.
It was the notification sound of the Myriad World Chat Group.
Although he didn't quite understand what this chat group was.
However, Cao Cao had learned a lot of extraordinary things from chatting with the group members inside.
For example, the world apart from theirs.
There were also countless worlds.
However, Cao Cao also had something on his mind.
Not long ago, an expert suddenly appeared in the chat group.
He actually came from the V9-level Wilderness and claimed to be an undying golden immortal!
"Could it be that there are really immortals in the myriad worlds?”
Cao Cao sighed deeply.
He calmed down and prepared to see what those people had posted.
But the next second, he was stunned.
"Sleep for ten thousand years!"
Cao Cao subconsciously shouted.
"My lord, what did you say?"
Xiahou Dun and a group of strategists were discussing how to deal with Wu.
In the end, he saw his lord shout.
Recently, he had always felt that something was wrong with his lord.
It was very easy to get distracted, as if there was something on his mind.
He would be distracted during meetings, eating, and even walking.
There was even one time when he almost fell.
It made everyone nervous.
Cao Cao didn't explain and just waved his hand.
"Today's meeting will end here.”
"The few of you, leave. I have something to do.”
"Without permission, no one is allowed to approach!”
The generals were stunned, not expecting Cao Cao to do this.
But they had no choice.
He hurriedly agreed and left.
……
A Chinese Ghost Story World.
Zuo Qianhu held a sword in his hand, his eyes focused on a large tree in front of him.
He did not move at all.
Suddenly, a gust of wind blew past.
A few leaves detached from the branches and drifted down with the wind.
At this moment.
Zuo Qianhu finally moved.
He turned into a black shadow and rushed into the wind.
A flash of sword light.
In the blink of an eye.
The relocated household returned to its original spot as if nothing had happened.
With a clang, the sword returned to its sheath.
The few falling leaves in the air suddenly split into two.
He didn't know when.
The leaves were cut open from the middle.
They were impartial and uniform.
At this moment, another leaf fell to the ground, still intact.
"Sigh, I missed the last move."
Zuo Qianhu could not help but shake his head and sigh.
With his strength, not to mention these few leaves.
Even if it was ten times more, it could still be easily cut open.
However, at the last moment, the voice of the chat group suddenly sounded in his mind.
Let him miss.
"Sigh, forget it. Let's see what these people are talking about.”
His state of mind was in chaos.
Zuo Qianhu didn't force himself to continue cultivating and opened the chat group.
Then, he was completely stunned.
……
Wudang Mountain, Purple Cloud Hall.
Zhang Sanfeng was preaching to a group of disciples.
Song Yinqiao, Yu Daiyan, and the others were mesmerized.
Suddenly.
Zhang Sanfeng stopped talking.
All the disciples hurriedly looked up, and their hearts could not help but thump.
As expected, it was like this again.
Recently, Zhang Sanfeng was often distracted.
Whether it was cultivation or preaching, he would always be stunned as he spoke.
It was said that he was in a trance.
But in fact, everyone thought that he was old.
The disciples all felt sorry for Zhang Sanfeng.
He was more than a hundred years old, but he was still worried about his disciples.
Everyone felt useless.
They thought that Zhang Sanfeng was suffering from dementia because of them.
But little did he know.
Zhang Sanfeng was just chatting in the water group.
At this moment, Zhang Sanfeng saw the message in the chat group.
Sleep for 10,000 years!
"You guys can do your homework first."
"I have something to do, so I'll leave first."
Before he finished speaking.
Zhang Sanfeng ignored his disciples 'confusion and stood up to leave.
……
Fantasy world.
Ye Fan was sitting in the room meditating.
"Sigh, I've been cultivating for so long, but I've never been able to open up the Sea of Bitterness.”
"I don't know if it's the wrong method or if my aptitude really isn't good enough.”
Ye Fan was very distressed.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not even reach the entry level.
Ye Fan was very unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.
Suddenly, a voice sounded in his mind.
"What are these guys talking about?"
"However, their world level is too low, so they can't help me. Perhaps only that big shot from the Primordial World can help me.”
However, Ye Fan was a little helpless.
What right did he have to ask that big shot to help him?
Sighing deeply, Ye Fan casually opened the chat group.
He was completely shocked.
"This!"
Ye Fan was already unable to breathe.
One had to know.
Even in her world, the strongest Martial Monarch Realm expert could only live for tens of thousands of years.
However, this big shot had only taken a nap and ten thousand years had passed.
This was truly unimaginable!
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