Chapter 1529： Codex is at hand!

The interior of the Battlestar is large, and it can still accommodate more than three million people living in the area except for the heavy outer shell and the core power zone. This is to remove the dangerous areas that are severely damaged and closed, otherwise five million people will be able to pretend.

However, the Pokol people have low fertility and have developed for so many years, but there are still only a million people.

When the chaos began, the Plocks who were able to fight all took up the weapons, and the remaining old and weak women and women followed the guidance and entered the refuge in the depths of the Battlestars, and waited until the crisis passed.

The terrible catastrophe described by the ancestors was a lingering shadow. The Plocks feared the recurrence of the disaster, so they had already established refuge to ensure that their race could continue to be passed down after the disaster.

The battle continued, but the battlefield began to move toward the center, and a horrible figure gathered here to fight the real elite of Plock.

The Proctor manipulated the vestments left by the ancestors, and sorrowful anger and sorrow with the Loucheng monks. Some of them were repaired to reach the king's level, and they cooperated with each other to resist the attack of the monks.

The number of people sometimes does not determine everything. When the monks in the city are killed in the core position, only a handful of people are eligible to participate in the battle.

The monks in the city finally met the enemies who could barely be called opponents. They laughed and clashed with the Plocks, and then they continued to crush and marched slowly toward each other's bodies.

It will not take long for these Plocks to be killed.

Realizing that there is no possibility of victory, those of the Plock’s high-levels are preparing to flee. They arrange for the transfer of the same family without combat power and try to communicate with these enemies.

Until now, the Plocks are still confused. What do you guys who suddenly become a space fortress?

So when they tried to make contact, they immediately got the answer that made them laugh and cry. The other party came to the code of time and space.

"These madmen, if they say what they want to do early, how can we pay such a big loss?"

The highest-ranking chief of the Prok people shouted loudly, and then could not wait to let the men convey the order, as long as the other party is willing to evacuate the space fortress, they will surrender the space-time code.

Although knowing the value of the space-time code, the Plock people care more about their homes.

In the past, many people have studied the secrets of the Space-Time Code, but in the eyes of the Proctor, those records are too sensational, and God knows which madman works?

If you really follow the secrets of the Space-Time Code, even if you don't become a madman, you will become a complete monster!

It is with this kind of thinking, so since the time and space code, the Plock people have always put it on the shelf, who would have thought that this would bring such a curse to themselves?

Knowing this early, it is better to throw it into the void!

When the Plocks shouted that they would hand over the space-time code, the battle suddenly subsided in a very short period of time. The Plocks, who still had the conviction of death, were full of mistakes and could not understand what happened.

But as long as you can save your life, it is better than anything!

The empty and huge venue is like a stadium. The figure of the Loucheng monk occupies a different position, watching the Plock people across the cold.

Although it is only a hundred people, but in the eyes of tens of thousands of Proc people, the other party is like a terrible devil, you can easily crush yourself into powder!

At the forefront, it is still the landlord who looks like a tree man. At this time, he is a tens of meters tall ironwood tree, and the surrounding thousand square meters are full of sharp weeds and vines. The more blood is moisturized, the more lush it is.

"Hand over the time and space code, we will evacuate immediately!"

The voice of the Shuren monk sounded in the mind of the highest-ranking chief of the Plock. Looking at the horrible figure of the other side, the hearts of the Plocks trembled at the same time, but more were sad and helpless.

Although there are space fortresses to rely on, there are thousands of transport ships and hundreds of thousands of mercenaries, but when powerful enemies enter the base camp, they still have no ability to resist.

Perhaps it is those seemingly powerful things that gave the Prock people a false self-confidence, which made them forget that improving their physical strength is the best way to protect themselves, and ultimately they have paid a painful price!

"I will hand over the time and space code, but you must first evacuate from here!"

Plock’s supreme chief tried to put forward the conditions, but found that the opposite side cast a taunting look, feeling the meaning of those eyes, his heart filled with humiliation.

"Now you are not qualified to speak the conditions, either hand over the time and space code, or die now!"

As soon as the voice fell, the weedy vines on the ground began to spread. The grass blades that were shot were easily pierced through the metal walls. The vines were wounded on the ground and directly torn into pieces of flesh and blood, and then in a very short time. Absorbed in time.

Looking at the weird grass that quickly approached, the Proctor shouted back a dozen meters, trying to stay away from the terrible plants, and then looked at the tree man monk with a look of horror and anger.

The other party apparently used this method to warn the Plocks that if they did not know the lift, the battle would start again.

"Well, I will take the time and space code."

Plock’s top commander trembled, turning his head and taking a metal box, and placed it on the grass in front of him. Then he saw a tree vine flying out, rolled up the metal box and sent it to the tree. In front of the monks.

Open the box and check it. The Shuren monk nodded. Then he saw his body shrink rapidly. The weed vines began to shrink and eventually covered the body of the Shuren monk.

"We will also borrow a few shipping ships, I hope you don't mind!"

The Plock people screamed and smiled. They only hoped that the gangs would leave quickly. Where would they dare to say anything and say, what are the several shipping ships compared to the losses suffered by the Battlestar?

Half an hour later, an armed battleship and nine transport ships sailed away from the broken space fortress and swiftly moved toward the depths of the void.

On the front of the armed warship, riding a famous city monk, the action at this time has ended, naturally to the moment of distribution of interests.

According to the previous agreement, this action was completed by the cooperation of the people. The scores of the acquired martial arts points naturally need to be divided equally. Although they cannot get rich overnight, they are still very exciting.

The complete time and space code is worth 10 million points. It can be said that as long as it is all obtained, it can complete the trial of the fifth theater and become one of its official members.

This is why many monks in the city admire Tang Zhen. The time and space code in his hand is worth 2.5 million points, plus the two million points he originally had. Maybe after several trials, he Can become a full member of the fifth theater!

However, the other party has come to rely on the ability to do all of this, so the Loucheng monk is admired at the same time, but also admired the strength of Tang Zhen.

After all the points were allocated, the Shuren monks looked at the crowd and scanned the circle, eventually falling on Tang Zhen.

"Lord Tang Zhen, I heard about your name very long ago. I didn't expect to have a cooperation this time, and you have brought me a surprise."

"Aoki predecessors are polite, if you don't take the lead, we can't complete the battle so soon!"

Tang Zhen said in a faint tone that the other party automatically compliments himself, obviously preparing for the next words.

The tree man monk named Aoki smiled and continued to use the vicissitudes of the temper: "The original information was obtained by Lord Tang Zhen, which is of great help to our actions. How should we act next? I want to hear Listen to your suggestions."

"Nature is attacking bloodthirsty, how do you feel?"

"Yes, I think so too!"