In the magnificent palace, the Dream Palmist in black robes stepped into the huge palace from the mist, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty environment.
He quickly arrived in front of the throne, bowed and said:
"Great Elder, something happened. Yuanshi Tianzun and Fu Qingyang teamed up to kill the Seventh Elder, the Eleventh Elder, and the two masters of the Southern Branch of the Psionic Society."
The three-meter-tall cloaked giant sitting high on the throne lowered his head and fell into a long silence.
This is already the fifth master of the Southern Sect who died at the hands of Yuanshi Tianzun.
From the six elders at the beginning, to the third elder, the ninth elder, and now to the seventh elder and the eleventh elder.
With the five masters and the few evil professions, it will take at least ten years for potential newcomers to be promoted and replenished.
No, it has been at least fifteen years, because Yichuan Mei, who is most promising to be promoted to the master, and several other dream masters have returned to the spiritual realm.
Almost all the substitutes are dead.
"I know!" The great elder's voice was ethereal, revealing a suppressed anger.
The Dream Palmist continued:
"The official account of the Songhai branch issued an announcement in the afternoon, saying that they would launch a hunting operation against the elders of our southern sect, led by Yuanshi Tianzun and Fu Qingyang..."
Perhaps sensing the great elder's irritable mood, the Dreammaster's tone sounded a little frightened.
The Dream Palace shook violently, as if there was a sudden earthquake.
It took a while for the shaking to stop, and the Palm Dreamer who reported it was lying on the ground, not daring to move.
"The leader participated in the destruction of the Wuhen Hotel and formed a deadly feud with Yuanshi Tianzun. He failed to kill him in the Saint Realm. It is inevitable that the Southern Sect will suffer today's revenge." The Great Elder sighed and said in a deep voice:
"You can prepare an announcement for me. Members of the Southern Faction have been keeping a low profile recently and should not go out or gather."
As for the other elders, he will notify himself.
"I understand." The Dream Palmist bowed and stepped back.
…
At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuanqing, who had been having sex during the day until night, comforted his girlfriend who was curled up in bed, sweating and white, and went to the top floor of the villa in a bathrobe.
With the help of Fu Qingyang and Taiyimen Wolongfengchu, he successfully gathered the materials and prepared to enter the gang warehouse tonight to refine the two elders of the Nihility Sect.
One of them is the seventh elder, a person at the late seventh level, and the other is the eleventh elder, a person at the mid-7th level.
It is worth mentioning that the ranking of the elders of the Nihility Sect, the top five are based on strength, and starting from the sixth place are based on seniority.
Therefore, although the eleventh elder has higher experience than the ninth elder, he is ranked lower. The ninth elder was promoted to master a few years earlier than him.
Before entering the gang warehouse, Zhang Yuanqing planned to deduce and look for opportunities to refine the Three Talents Pill.
At present, the upgrade plan has been formulated, but without the medicinal materials, everything is empty talk.
However, it is not easy to find a suitable main medicine. It is too difficult to hunt down the Dark Rose Guardian, and it is impossible to enter the Taiyi Sect Dungeon.
If you can't solve the problem with your brain, you can only rely on stargazing.
Taking out the Daluo Astrolabe and using the power of the stars to ignite the stars on the disk, Zhang Yuanqing raised his head and looked up at the starry sky. His temperament became ethereal and mysterious, and his eyes were filled with pure starlight.
The stars in the sky change like program codes, indicating future development and intersecting the direction of the long river of destiny.
Zhang Yuanqing did not see his own ending in the long river of destiny.
This means that he will inevitably participate in demigod-level battles in the future. He is not qualified enough to deduce the secrets.
He looked back in the river of destiny, narrowed the scale of his deduction, focused on upgrades, and then saw many blurry shadows.
Zhang Yuanqing took these shadows into account and deduced them repeatedly.
After a full hour, he opened his eyes and got a prediction from the stars that the opportunity to refine the Three Talents Pill would be 35 days later.
However, it seems to involve a high level of power, so we can't really see it clearly, we can only get a hunch.
"35 days later..."
Zhang Yuanqing put away the astrolabe and disappeared from the rooftop of the villa.
…
A copy of Mo Zong's organ city.
Zhang Yuanqing drew the pattern of the spiritual vessel that summoned the Empress, and after waiting for a long time, Lao Bangzi could no longer read it back and ignored him.
"Oh, it seems she doesn't want to see me in the near future." Zhang Yuanqing sighed in disappointment.
I was still thinking about whether I could ask her to catch a Japanese travel god and feed him to eat. Now it seems that improving the recipe is the biggest concession for the stubborn and strong empress.
Zhang Yuanqing erased the spirit urn formation and began to draw the spirit refining formation.
After he finished drawing the spirit urn formation, he vomited out the power of the twelfth yin and transformed into an old man and a young man, who were the seventh elder and the eleventh elder.
The two spirits reappeared in the sky, filled with resentment and resentment. They were immediately restrained in the formation by the gloomy yin energy that erupted from the spirit vessel formation.
"Two elders, please hand over all the props and materials in your inventory." Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile.
"Yuanshi Tianzun!" The eleventh elder with a youthful image said with a ferocious face: "We would rather expose our souls than become your slaves. The great elder and the leader will avenge us."
Naihe was suppressed by the formation and unable to self-destruct.
The seventh elder sneered, "You want our family wealth? In your dreams, you can kill us if you can."
Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "Is your tough talk a traditional skill of the southern sect? I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you. I'll let the Ninth Elder do your ideological work."
A mouthful of Taiyin power spurted out, transforming into a beautiful woman in the shape of black smoke.
When the Ninth Elder saw his two colleagues standing in a familiar formation, he was stunned for a moment, and then said with a strange expression and a complex look:
"You, are you here too?"
She was a little unwilling, a little angry, and a little bitter. Two more elders from the Southern Sect were poisoned by Yuanshi Tianzun.
But deep down inside, there was a trace of schadenfreude.
I have been exposed to the rain myself, and seeing others being exposed to the rain also makes me feel happier.
This is an evil profession.
The two elders of the Southern Sect stared at her coldly, "You actually committed yourself to Yuanshi Tianzun. You are living without dignity. It is better to die cleanly."
"You are not worthy to be an elder of the Southern Sect."
"Have you forgotten how you became a freelancer? Oh, you are actually a slave to someone from the lawful camp. It's embarrassing."
The Ninth Elder listened with a smile on her face. After the two of them finished scolding, she said calmly:
“Between life and death, I chose life, what’s wrong with that!
"There is nothing shameful about becoming the master's spiritual servant. The master is most nostalgic for the spiritual servants who followed him in the early days, the Inferi. The former was promoted to the peak saint, and the latter even stepped into the realm of domination.
"If I serve my master well, I may be able to reach a higher level in the future. Let alone being a slave or a maid, I just hate that I have no body and cannot serve my beauty."
Seeing her two former colleagues furious, she said sweetly:
"Except for occasionally assisting in battles, I followed my master without being humiliated or suffering. I don't know how relaxed and happy I am. Occasionally, when I have a heart attack and become ill, my master can use the power of the sun to wash away my evil thoughts."
At this point, she changed the subject and said coldly:
"You are in the spirit refining array, unable to self-destruct and unable to resist. You are destined to become spiritual servants. The so-called heroes are those who know the current affairs. Since you have fallen into the hands of your master, it is better to abandon the dark and turn to the light like me and suffer less.
"Your props and materials are just additions to the master. Do you really think they are so important? They are dispensable. If you hand them over now, it is equivalent to surrendering. Otherwise, you will become a spiritual servant in the future and be abused and tortured by the master every day.
, why bother?”
The expressions of the two elders changed.
They have no ability to negotiate or resist. They will become spiritual servants in the future and will not be able to self-destruct.
Zhang Yuanqing clapped his hands and said:
"Your props are still yours to use. I won't want them, and I won't like them either."
After the spirit body is refined into a spirit servant, it is equivalent to death. The character card automatically returns to the spirit realm, and the items in the inventory will naturally return with it.
He looked down upon the props of the two elders. From the battle during the day, it was easy to see that the two of them did not have the best props, and they were all level 7 quality props.
The prop god no longer looks down on low- to mid-level 7 props.
However, instead of returning to the spirit realm, it is better to stay and still be used by the spirit servants when the time comes. The strength of the spirit servant means that he is strong.
After hearing Yuanshi Tianzun's promise, the two elders of the Southern Sect looked at each other, hesitating and struggling. After a full quarter of an hour, they chose to surrender.
In fact, even if they don't surrender, they can't escape the fate of being enslaved. Instead of doing this, it is better to hand over the props and materials and jump from the Southern Sect to work under Yuanshi Tianzun.
New job, new life.
…
The next day.
Zhang Yuanqing hugged Guan Ya, woke up from a light sleep, put on his clothes, and after a simple wash, he crushed the jade teleportation talisman.
The scene blurred for a moment, then became clear.
In the medieval-style meeting hall, his figure appeared at the head of a long solid wood table covered with animal skins.
Ten seconds later, figures appeared on the seats out of thin air.
Xiahou Aotian, the Master of the Killing Palace, the Demon Eye King, Xiao Yuan and Ms. JOJO.
The civet cat jumped from the high-back chair to the table, raised its tail, arched its back, yawned lazily, and said:
"Who are you going to kill in such a hurry for a meeting? Can I apply to have a poodle hold meetings for me in the future?"
"No, Ms. JOJO!" Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile: "Elder Dog is not a member of our gang."
He turned to look at the other three people and said:
"Today's meeting is an internal meeting of Return of the Dead. I want to announce two things to you: First, I am about to enter the dungeon of the American God Association and conduct a 35-day marathon dungeon strategy. During this period, you should try your best to
Keep a low profile and don't cause trouble.
"Two, after 35 days, no matter what you have to do, you'd better make time. I will arrange the task on that day."
Ms. JOJO opened her cat eyes wide, "Are you ready to sprint for promotion to the Lord of the Sun?"
Everyone present had different expressions. Xiahou Aotian was a little shocked. In his opinion, the strength of the copy some time ago was already the limit of the limit.
Whether it was psychological or physical, some discomfort arose.
Unexpectedly, Yuanshi Tianzun would undergo a more intense and higher-intensity upgrade. Was he stimulated or felt some pressure?
Madoka was more worried and frowned, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice:
"I watched the stars last night and found that the fate of two months from now cannot be deduced or watched. This means that in two months, the world will be in chaos and the levels involved will be extremely high.
"I have a feeling something big will happen in two months."
The Demon Eye King raised his eyebrows: "Two months later, the moral value will disappear again?"
Zhang Yuanqing said: "It's extremely possible."
No wonder he was in a hurry to upgrade! Everyone suddenly realized that Yuanshi Tianzun, who intended to compete for the throne of the Lord of the Sun, was now only a level 7 ruler, far away from the peak ruler, let alone the realm of demigod.
It's normal to be stressed.
Two months... The Demon Eye King whispered to himself.
Zhang Yuanqing continued:
"I will not bring anyone with me for this upgrade. You guys should stay dormant. I will communicate with the Beauty God Association and publish the dungeon strategies regularly. You can learn about my current situation through the published information.
"If I die in the dungeon, Xiahou Aotian will take over the position of gang leader and become your leader."
For some reason, Xiahou Aotian didn't feel happy.
"While entering the dungeon, I cannot provide you with the gang leader, and the props in the gang warehouse will be handed over to Xiahou Aotian. If anything happens, you can just go to him." Zhang Yuanqing said: "If there is no problem, let's adjourn the meeting."
"Wait a minute!" The master of the Killing Palace raised his hand and asked, "If you conquer the gang dungeon of the Beauty God Association, will there be a sleeping woman?"
Madoka immediately looked over with stern eyes, like a lioness guarding her territory.
Zhang Yuanqing seemed not to have heard it, and said without changing his expression: "The meeting is dismissed!"
