In the Lingxiao Palace, Bai Ze cried and cried, giving full play to his lifelong acting skills.
"Those Twelve Golden Immortals are so arrogant. It is simply insulting to gentlemen. I, I, I am being treated by them, by them..."
Bai Ze was sobbing as he spoke: "Twelve pillars of divine fire, brilliant fire, burning my body and soul! I was in a trance at that time, as if I saw the late emperor waving to me!"
"They are not trying to kill me. They are slapping His Majesty in the face!"
"They are plotting against me today, but they will dare to rebel tomorrow!"
"The ambition of the Twelve Golden Immortals' thieves is clearly revealed. I hope Your Majesty will find out clearly!"
As the saying goes: I am willing to cut myself off, and I dare to bring down the teachings.
When God is willing to sacrifice his skin, the effect is simply explosive.
Anyway, when Mingyu saw Bai Ze bursting into tears, he was very moved.
He stepped down from the throne, helped Bai Ze up, and said with great emotion: "It's my fault for not thinking well, thank you for your trouble. But if you go on this trip, you will be able to replace Duobao, the great disciple of Jie Jiao, in one wave, and I can't
Thought-of!"
"Huh? Duobao?"
Bai Ze's eyes were stunned, and his mind suddenly shut down.
"Isn't that Guang Chengzi?"
He recalled the scene at that time. Could it be that Guangchengzi, a brother-in-law and brother-in-law, sacrificed his life generously in exchange for the promotion of other golden immortals?
Mingyu looked at the dumbfounded Bai Ze and secretly felt funny. He said, "When you came to the lower realm, I told you that not all the twelve golden immortals are interpreters."
"And your luck seems to be very bad. The first batch of golden immortals you encountered were quite watery!"
Mingyu paused, glanced at Bai Ze, who was still in a daze, and said with a strange expression: "But if you were able to exchange Duobao away in the end, it can't be said to be a loss, it can even be considered a small profit."
No loss?
That's good!
When Bai Ze heard this, his lips curled up and he was no longer sad.
He stood up calmly, stood respectfully on the side of the throne, and asked: "Are those twelve golden immortals fake?"
Mingyu smiled and said: "Not entirely, at least half of it is true."
"One and a half?"
Bai Ze's mouth twitched.
This is no longer the twelve golden immortals mixed with water, but the water is mixed with golden immortals!
"Huanglong? 'Afraid to leave grandchildren'?"
After Mingyu's reminder, Bai Ze quickly locked the target.
Huang Long's final counterattack left a deep impression on Bai Ze.
It can be said that if it were not for Huang Long, the Twelve Golden Immortals who performed the "brother, friend and brother respect" probably would not have stabbed the "elder brother" in the back.
And "Afraid of leaving grandchildren" seems to have always had some hostility towards "Guangchengzi".
It was also his fault that "Guang Chengzi" took the blame.
Then there were the golden immortals’ Gonghuo.
"So, Huanglong is a real Huanglong, but 'Guangchengzi' is a treasure, and 'Afraid of leaving a grandson' is Guangchengzi? Are all the Chanjiao Immortals who are eating melons the most likely to be Jiejiao Immortals?"
"And this time around, I actually replaced the 'Chief Disciple of Jie Jiao'?"
"And because of the beginning of the great tribulation, the chief disciple of Chanjiao will soon follow in his footsteps?"
Bai Ze's cerebellum was spinning very fast and he quickly filtered out the relationship.
One for two.
Earn blood!
"Well, there's still help!" Mingyu looked at the beaming Bai Ze and nodded secretly.
He thought just now that Duobao's attack had directly evaporated Bai Ze's IQ.
Now it seems that Bai Ze has successfully integrated into the general environment and is no longer as simple as before.
"I don't know if it's a good thing or a bad thing."
Mingyu always feels that the simple great wilderness of the past has gradually drifted away without knowing when.
I don’t know who introduced the painting style of Honghuang.
"Oh, by the way, Your Majesty!"
At this moment, Bai Ze, who turned from sadness to joy, seemed to remember something.
He straightened his face and said seriously: "Although the 'Guangchengzi' will get the punishment they deserve, it is a fact that the Twelve Golden Immortals are very restless. If they dare to use the banner of 'Qing Jun Side', there is no guarantee that others will not betray them."
If we are causing damage, should we...contain it?"
Bai Ze said the last sentence very tactfully, but Mingyu understood it.
He shook his head and said: "The big universe is a game field. Everyone places bets and participates together. According to the rules of the game, I can formulate new ways of playing. Then of course they can use the rules to avoid risks and carry out countermeasures."
The saints who can come to participate in this catastrophe of immortals and demons seem to be some unreliable fun gods.
But who is actually stupid?
Except for a group of unknown vests.
Digging holes and countering holes are the most common methods used by the fun gods.
After all, not everyone can be the God of Music.
First you have to make sure you can survive.
How can you eat melon if you can’t survive?
How to dig a hole if you can't survive?
The heroes who explore the avenue and often travel on the timeline know how to avoid danger.
Just like Bai Ze who "died miserably".
The difference is that as soon as the front leg died, the back leg came to Lingxiao Palace to cry.
"As I said before, a world of stagnant water is not what I want. Those who can finally break through the catastrophe and come to meet each other in Lingxiao are the ones of my generation!"
Mingyu is here to control the tribulation, and he is never afraid of the gods making trouble, he is just afraid that they will not make trouble.
For a performance like this "Qing Jun Side", the more exciting the better!
"I just don't know if I can take this opportunity to elect the 'grandfather'."
Mingyu looked at the windy and treacherous universe, with some expectation in his eyes.
The Grand Duke is here, and the gods avoid him.
Without this kind of grace, we will not be able to control the overall situation in the future.
If you want to become a "Tai Gong", you must become the greatest winner among the gods of fun.
Originally, Mingyu's attention had been on the top gods today, but seeing Gongsun Qi and others made him think of another possibility.
'Perhaps, latecomers are not incompetent!'
While Mingyu waited for the situation, his eyes fell on Bai Ze, thinking about how to arrange a suitable identity for him.
Got it!
Mingyu glanced at the golden list hanging in Lingxiao Palace and called out softly: "Baize!"
"I'm here!"
Bai Ze immediately replied respectfully.
Mingyu said to him gently: "It's best to find a chance to die while taking advantage of this catastrophe."
"ah?"
Bai Ze's eyes were blank again.
Your Majesty, what are you doing?
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Jiuding Iron Temple Mountain.
When the Kunlun Mountains were wiped out by a thunderbolt, Master Du'e was thankful in his heart.
"Fortunately, Pindao didn't go to the outskirts of Kunlun Mountain to build a dojo, otherwise he wouldn't have been able to survive the second round!"
As the ancient immortal of West Kunlun, Master Du'e had a little thought about Kunlun Mountain at the beginning.
Fortunately, he changed places at the last moment.
"But this mark..."
Master Duer looked at the blood-red lines in his hands and fell into deep contemplation.
"Oh~~, this is not bullying an honest person!"
He muttered: "I'm really not hungry, poor Taoist."
Just as he was speaking, Master Duer snorted, which sounded like a bell, and sprayed out two white lights, which seemed to be able to absorb people's soul in a trance.
"My general, Zheng Lun, has met Master Du'e."
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