"Do you still want to kill Daoyuan now?" An Song asked carefully.

Ding Yi is now a time monk and has the magical power of time. Even if the assassination is not successful, he can still escape without any or any place. Time Assassin is a higher-level assassin than him, the shadow killer, and this is the real thing that comes without a trace. Just imagination is amazing, no wonder An Song said so.

Ding Yi did not answer positively, and he asked An Song back, "I don't know, what suggestions do you have?"

An Song said: "I advise you not to have that dangerous idea. Ding Yi, I ask you, how much do you know about Tianyuan Skill?"

Ding Yi only knew that Daoyuan was the most powerful Tianyuan Master among the Tianling Masters, but why did he call him Tianyuan Master? And what is Tianyuan Technique? To be honest, he really didn't know, especially Tianyuan Technique, which was the first time he heard people talk about it.

Seeing Ding Yi's face was confused, An Song explained seriously: "The so-called Tianyuan Technique is the supreme mystery of the Tianyuan master combining great prophecy, great imprisonment, and great judgment."

Ding Yi was a little confused and asked curiously: "Since Master Tianyuan has great prophecy, why did he still use his subordinates to predict my appearance?"

An Song said: "I can't say anything about it. Maybe his great prophecy has any restrictions, or his great prophecy, originally needed to rely on his prediction team, the three thousand great way, and the magical powers of each Taoist sect have their own mysteries, and I can't say them either. Otherwise, Yu Chao wouldn't slip away from him. Obviously, there are still some prerequisites for him to launch this supreme mystery."

Ding Yi asked again: "There is also the great confinement technique you mentioned, which means that he can imprison the world and block time and space?"

An Song said with some uncertainty: "I don't know whether time and space can be blocked, but Ding Yi, you know that Tianling Master can simulate the magic of various Taoist sects, the Great Confinement Technique is the mantra, that is, the supreme mystery of the tongue spirit system. I have never played against the masters of the mantra system, so I am not very clear."

Ding Yi said: "It seems that the so-called Tianyuan Technique should be just a compound mystery against the enemy. I roughly understand what the Tianyuan Technique is. Thank you, your information is very important. You are right. I do want to find trouble with Daoyuan, but after you say this, I roughly understand the gap between myself and Daoyuan. I have to say that I have no choice but to do this for the time being, this is the number one person in the world."

When An Song saw Ding Yi adopting his opinion, he felt a little relieved.

Ding Yi glanced at An Song and asked, "Since you are planning to reform yourself, I am willing to give you another chance. What are your plans in the future?"

An Song said: "This time the matter has nothing to do with Zhang Shangzhi, Xu Zhijian, Lu Kuan and others. It is my personal idea. I hope the National Teacher will not target them afterwards, the Secret Group, the Tiger Group, and the Wolf Group. I think it's time to split up. No matter what decision you make, I'm An Song said, "As for me, if the National Teacher still trusts me, I know that the Tianlong Kingdom is secretly training a large number of people and preparing to go to the big world. I am lurking, raiding, assassination, etc., and I still have some experience. I can serve as an instructor..."

Ding Yi nodded and said meaningfully: "Ansong, you are indeed a smart person. It seems that you have made preparations for both hands a long time ago, and you even made a lot of money.

I will accept your opinion.”

An Song was a little nervous, he asked nervously: "Then, national teacher, you..."

Ding Yi nodded and said, "I said that I like to deal with smart people, and I have no reason to reject your opinion."

After the conversation between the two, Ding Yi asked An Song to leave.

After An Song left, not long after, Zhuge Qingmin came to Ding Yi timidly.

"National Master, I know that my crime is unforgivable..." Zhuge Qingmin said.

Ding Yi waved his hand.

"There is a great horror between life and death. In the situation at that time, it is normal for you to compromise. As a Yuan-level master, everyone's cultivation level was all done by a few Jiazi, and they worked hard and worked hard. They finally managed to achieve it. In one night, they were just flowing eastward, and no one wanted to end up deadly. I can understand it."

Hearing Ding Yi say this, Zhuge Qingmin did not relax at all. He would rather hear Ding Yi scold him loudly.

"Zhuge, you should be glad that I saved Yuwen Jian in time. You must know that An Song killed Yuwen Jian, and the next person to kill is me. He will never do it himself. Then the only one who does it is you. This is a letter of fame. An Song is a smart person, he will definitely do this. Do you think so?" Ding Yi said softly.

Zhuge Qingmin nodded aloud.

"But have you ever thought about this problem? If you kill me, can you still stop? You must also eliminate the people in the camp, and then you can't stop because there are too many people you want to kill. In the small world, there are many people who have learned puppet art. Once the sword is unsheathed, there is no way to stop.

The heads of people who don’t kill are rolling and blood flowing into a river, and that’s impossible to stop. I think the small world has more than 700 million people, and the last one can survive, maybe less than 100 million. Then there will be no more heavens, and there will be no Tianlong Kingdom. There are ruins everywhere, and ghosts everywhere..."

The sweat beads on Zhuge Qingmin's face were rolling. The situation Ding Yi said was not that it would not happen, but that it would definitely happen.

The policy of Tianlong Kingdom hiding soldiers among the people has made many civilian families with fire phoenix puppets, mechas, and these weapons, that is, there are at least 100 million mortals who were nothing in the past, and they can also burst out with powerful combat energy. In addition, Ding Yi promotes puppet technology across the country, and there are countless puppet technicians among the people who can make various weapons. If they want to avenge Ding Yi, it would be a very terrible thing.

Not to mention, there are many cultivators who support Ding Yi. No one can predict what the small world will eventually evolve into.

Zhuge Qingmin had not considered this issue at the beginning, but at that time, he was shocked by Ansong and only considered his own safety. He had no time to think about other things. At this time, when he heard Ding Yi's re-report, he felt his scalp numb and his whole body was trembling.

"No matter what you thought at that time, whether it is a temporary solution or a delay or awaiting change, supplement will not let you get out. As long as you go along with him, the small world will fall apart because of this matter, and the Tianlong Kingdom will never have peace. Your desire to return to the surface is no longer possible."

Zhuge Qingmin knelt down, burst into tears, unable to cry

Into sound.

"You can let the position of president of the Presbyterian Church." Ding Yi said.

Zhuge Qingmin nodded.

"I have forgiven you, and as for you, I will give you another chance."

Forgiveness requires more courage than punishment. It is actually very difficult for Ding Yi to make this decision.

Although the Tianlong Kingdom lacks great masters like Ansong and Zhuge Qingmin, Ding Yi took the path of cultivation and technology, and whether or not they are powerful monks is not that important. Ding Yi left them behind was that he was unable to catch his strength, and he had no way to solve them for the time being. Another reason, through the actual contact, understanding and observation over the years, Ding Yi clearly saw the essence of these cultivators.

Cultivators, even powerful cultivators at the Yuan level, are actually really as Ding Yi said. They are just a special group that is self-centered and profit-oriented. Although they have vast supernatural powers, great abilities and great magical powers, their final purpose of cultivating is just for themselves to be able to achieve great liberation.

Ding Yi finally said to Zhuge Qingmin: "Zhuge, although your promise to me is greatly reduced, what I promised you will not change. After you go back, you should think about it carefully."

After Zhuge Qingmin left, Ding Yi sat alone on the rocks and began to think.

Ding Yi is now "fat". On the surface, his time cultivation has greatly improved this time and he has become a time cultivator that everyone respects, but in fact, his strength has been much less than before.

Fortunately, he is a puppet Taoist monk. Even if his other cultivation qualifications have been greatly degraded, his puppet technique will not regress.

But he suddenly gained the ability to travel through time and space, which made his silent heart lake inevitably swell again. Ding Yi believed that An Song should reveal the truth to him.

To be honest, he was a little surprised by what potential strength the Shenwu Empire had. He had already attached great importance to the Shenwu Empire. He thought that in the game "Jingtian", the strength of the Shenwu Empire was designed to be very terrifying. Unexpectedly, the real strength of the Shenwu Empire would be much more terrifying than he set.

Not everyone opposes themselves. There shouldn’t be too many people who really stand with Daoyuan. To attack the Shenwu Empire, it doesn’t have to both sides to hedge each other with all their might. The world of cultivation is not like the world of mortals. After all, it’s still a battle between kings and kings.

Master Tianyuan’s Tianyuan Technique is actually the real headache for Ding Yi.

This is the first time Ding Yi has learned that Daoyuan has such a supreme mystery, which exceeds Ding Yi's original imagination.

Fei Tmall suddenly appeared on Ding Yi's shoulder. Ding Yi's body stiffened first and then relaxed again. This time, Xiao Hui was definitely the key. Who would have thought that this abandoned cat from Doumen City would be such a magical existence?

"Xiao Hui, this time it's thanks to you, otherwise, my brother would have died in the Butterfly Tomb." Ding Yi gently touched Xiao Hui's little head.
Chapter completed!