A wisp of flute suddenly sounded from a distance, extremely beautiful, like a waterfall flowing down from the nine heavens, a hundred turns, changeable, suddenly turned again, turned into a mist in the morning mountains, ethereal, wisps, as if in it, with a layer of cool and soft moisture on the cheeks.

Unconsciously, Xiao Yin didn't know when it would end, and Mu Shaoan was shocked to realize that he had teleported from the Chaos Base Headquarters to the second war zone.

It's not the first time he's come to the second war zone, but the last time he went directly to the mission world of the second war zone and didn't come to the second war zone headquarters.

Like other theaters, the second theater has its own unique and memorable headquarters.

Now as soon as he arrived, Mu Shaoan couldn't help but shout wonderful, not to mention anything else, just Fang Cai's short flute sound, I am afraid that it will be at the legendary level, even if he is a rude, incomprehensible barbarian, at this moment, he has unexpectedly increased the upper limit of 20 points of passivation spiritual power, it is conceivable that if he can personally get this flute sound master to blow the flute day and night, well, sin and sin.

Collecting his mind, Mu Shao'an looked around, there were no high-rise buildings, no strange-shaped fortress walls, not even ancient cities, where they were located, just a landscape, very small.

The sky is round, and the earth is square, like a seal in a landscape painting.

That's right, Mu Shaoan observed again and again, and finally determined that the headquarters of the Second War Zone was a three-dimensional imprint of a seal.

There are paintings in the landscape, there are landscapes in the paintings, people are in the landscape, but they don't know in the paintings.

So it's a magical place.

I can't see people, the green mountains in the distance, the river is long, there seems to be a fisherman fishing in a small boat, a fishing rod, as if it can catch the whole world.

It's no wonder that the Second War Zone has always been a maverick.

Mu Shaoxin thought secretly, so he walked over and wanted to say hello to the fisherman, but he didn't know if he didn't go, he was startled when he left, he looked at the fisherman who was only three or five miles away from him, but when he walked like this, he found that there was no end, the earth stretched under his feet, and he went out thousands of miles in an instant, at this speed, he would never want to see this fisherman in his life.

So Mu Shaoan immediately understood that people didn't want to see him.

The name of the barbarian and the lawbreaker may still be a big man in other war zones, but in the second war zone, I'm really embarrassed, people don't like him at all.

But it can't be helped, who made the anti-virus hunters in the second war zone all antiques.

At this moment, Mu Shaoxin suddenly moved, took out the code token and looked at it, and found that the code token that he couldn't figure out before had actually changed, and there was an extra poem on it.

"One look, two or three miles, four or five houses in Yan Village, six or seven trees in front of the door, eight or ninety flowers. Good poetry!

Mu Shao'an chanted, and felt that his words were fragrant, no way, good poems are so magical.

However, this ancient poem seemed to be a hint, so he began to look around, looking for a small village where he could see two or three miles away, and there were fireworks rising.

But it's a pity that there are ancient trees on the mountain, and there are moss under the trees, and insects climb on them, which turned out to be grasshoppers.

"Barbarians, don't come unharmed?"

An old voice suddenly sounded behind him, but it was a little familiar, and when he looked back, he was really an acquaintance, a postman in the second war zone, and he had also sent him the Immortal Heavy Shield refined by Ou Yezi, the Heavy Armor of a Thousand Mountains, and the Sky Spear, but that was hundreds of years ago.

"Haha, hello old master, are you here to help? Great, I have a puzzle here, please help me with a consultation. ”

Mu Shaoan was overjoyed, and hurriedly handed over the code token, he hated this kind of crepe trick the most.

Unexpectedly, the old man who was the postman immediately turned his head when he saw the token, and waved his hand again and again: "Little brother, I can't do it, this thing can't be handled by others, it will be unlucky to look at it more, I am going to other war zones to deliver letters, and I happened to pass through the mountains and rivers teleportation array, and I saw you chanting poetry here, so I came to say hello, and this thing in your hand should be kept well." ”

"Uh, old master, what the hell is this thing about?"

Mu Shaoan was stunned for a moment, but still asked.

"Hehe, you're holding this thing, you don't even know it? But don't ask me, I can't say, I'll be unlucky. ”

The old man who was the postman said that he was about to leave, but Mu Shao'an was anxious and shouted: "Then what does this poem mean? ”

Hearing this, the old man who was the postman turned around, glanced at Mu Shaoan with a strange face, and said:

"Well, this poem is good, but there is no hidden meaning at all, but if you put it on that thing, there is only one meaning, that is, there is no meaning, the old man said that. ”

After speaking, the old man who was the postman drew a circle with his finger on the landscape in all directions, blinked his eyes, and teleported away with a whoosh.

Mu Shaoan stood in place dumbfounded, puzzled.

Fortunately, in fact, he didn't need to understand anything, because only a few seconds had passed, and the code token suddenly trembled slightly, and the surrounding mountains and rivers seemed to change with it, like a phantom, and Mu Shaoan found himself in another landscape painting axis.

Left and right are gentle curved hills, layers of mist, green smoke drifting, a few green bushes, a bend of the stream, at the end of the stream is a small village, about two or three miles, far away, you can still hear the sound of chickens and dogs barking.

So that's it.

Mu Shao'an was stunned, but suddenly felt that something was wrong, because the code token in his hand disappeared for some time.

He was not in a hurry, he walked into the village, and saw an old man, a grandmother was driving a small donkey on the millstone at the entrance of the village, squeaking and grinding rice, very comfortable.

As soon as he saw Mu Shao'an, the old man and Grandma were nothing, but the little donkey screamed and looked very excited.

But as soon as the old man whipped down, the little donkey suddenly became honest.

"The old body has seen adults, the sky has changed recently, this evil animal is very unstable, is there any move?"

At this time, the old grandmother stopped and said to Mu Shao'an.

"Huh?"

Mu Shaoan blinked, a little confused, this is clearly the world of an ancient poem, how can it seem to have become that mysterious prison?

"What do you mean, I'm new to the city, can you please help me?"

"Of course, my lord, this world is a spatial prison made up of a poem, specially used to imprison a big man in the virus camp, that is, the missing ancestor of the third virus, which is rumored to be the toe of the third virus. ”

"Of course, this is not an ordinary toe, but when the ancestor of the third virus invaded the world of Journey to the West, he was incarnated as if, and then was chased to the void by a powerful anti-virus hunter team at that time, and finally cut off a toe, although the third ancestor virus disappeared later, but this toe contains the source code of the ancestor of the virus, you must know that the original exploration ship of prehistoric humans accidentally brought back the virus original stone from the depths of the universe, and what was hidden in it was the sleeping virus source code, and these virus source codes contained traces of other civilizations that these viruses had devoured, so prehistoric humans increased their efforts to study itThis research has caused trouble. ”

But even so, there are still huge treasure troves hidden in the source code programs in these virus rough stones, and there are even signposts leading to other cosmic civilizations, which is the reason why the scientists of prehistoric humans are extremely excited. Who can be indifferent in the face of treasures? To put it mildly, it is true that the virus camp wants to devour our human civilization, and this is the nature of viruses, but why don't we human beings want to get the source code from the bodies of the five virus ancestors? Because once we get the complete source code of the virus and decipher it, then we will be equivalent to getting at least five or more cosmic civilizations at once. ”

"And the five progenitors of the virus are actually a whole virus source code that is separated, which is why viruses have always been used to devouring each other, because they are desperate to become a real whole. Even, the reason why the Fifth Ancestor Virus was able to successfully infiltrate our Chaos Base was also deliberately done by some high-level officials, all for the sake of profit. ”

"So, adults should understand the importance of the toe of the Third Ancestor Virus held in our prison, this donkey, is where the toe is incarnated, and the grinding it pulls is made of the bones of the ancient dragon, which is similar to an earth, and only this kind of power can completely seal the weirdness of this thing and block the perception of other Ancestor Viruses. Anyway, that's the case, do you have any other questions?"

After some explanation, Mu Shaoan was really dumbfounded, he really didn't expect that this jailer and this mysterious prison still had such a treacherous inside story.

It turned out that the Fifth Ancestor Virus had been lurking inside the Chaos Base for a long time, and it was deliberate by some big people.

It turns out that prehistoric human civilization was destroyed by the virus in this way, but it really responds to that sentence, if you don't die, you won't die.

But then again, it is also a matter of course that the actions of those scientists of prehistoric human civilization are not formed by this kind of tireless exploration?

Without adventure and exploration, we wouldn't have known that crabs would have been so tasty, and that spiders weren't actually delicious.

Without adventure and exploration, we wouldn't know the world is so big.

How could those other cosmic civilizations that were swallowed by the virus not have curiosity for human civilization?

Moving forward comes at a cost, but it can't be stopped.

"Damn, I'm really not fit to be a philosopher. ”

Mu Shaoan has a headache, he can't criticize prehistoric humans in public and private, and he doesn't have this qualification.

Even in the face of this donkey carrying the source code of the virus at this moment, he is not qualified to deal with it.

Killed or chopped?

The Fifth Ancestral Virus is definitely here to snatch this toe, so is it to let it snatch and merge the whole virus, or just destroy it?

The big names who want to come to the Chaos Base can't decide.

But I'm a barbarian, how do I decide?

"Perhaps, there is only one last option. ”

With a long sigh, Mu Shaoan solemnly switched the title of Barbarian Law Breaker.

Just let it all come to God's will, or my intuition!