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Chapter 147: Dapeng's War Book, Ye Yan's Homecoming

The method of killing Dao realm...can this really work?

In the bedroom.

Zhou Zheng looked at the handwritten paper in his hand with some doubts in his eyes.

Li Zhiyong can't just give him a technique. He has to use his own body to experiment; at least he has to conduct some research, think twice, and prove it three times.

However, this method of condensing the foundation of the Dao looks pretty good, at least it is quite easy to get started.

Zhou Zheng put down the paper, closed his eyes and concentrated.

Not long after, several lotus flowers overflowed around him. Zhou Zheng observed carefully with his spiritual sense, feeling faintly disappointed.

Eleven-petaled lotus? And the eleventh-petaled lotus is still very weak.

There is still a long way to go from the perfect foundation of Taoism mentioned above, the perfect twelve-petal lotus.

He always thought that he had forged the foundation of the road consciously, and now the foundation was very solid. He didn't expect that there were still so many flaws and 'bubbles'.

Simply, Zhou Zheng mobilized his essence, energy and spirit with the mentality of giving it a try.

The essence of essence solidifies the pure yang, and the sea of ​​qi condenses the true meaning.

The sword is forged with gods, and the Taoist foundation is forged with the spiritual platform.

Soon, a bright long sword appeared above Zhou Zheng's head. Zhou Zheng looked up and felt a little guilty for no reason, but decided to trust Zhiyong for once.

cut!

The sword shadow struck down vertically and exploded on Zhou Zheng's forehead.

"I go!"

Zhou Zheng let out a soft cry and lay sprawled on the soft mattress. For a moment, he felt as if he had fallen into the deep sea and could not breathe for a long time.

After a while, Zhou Zheng finally got up, looked down at his palm, then closed his eyes and looked inside to sense himself.

The Dao realm has fallen from the peak of the Guixu realm, but only a little.

But the foundation is indeed a little stronger.

"Well, it's really useful."

At this moment, Zhou Zheng looked at the blank sheets of paper he had just obtained again, and carefully considered how credible Li Zhiyong's words were.

Go ask Laojun?

Forget it, it might be taboo to ask Laojun about this invisible matter.

Since Laojun has paved the road for them, it is enough to run along this road.

Zhou Zheng reflected on this first calamity again. The more he went through it, the more he felt that there were many dangers hidden here and he was indeed lucky this time.

'If you have a chance, go to Sister Sanzang and say thank you.'

The Buddhist Heart Sutra is well-deserved.



Feng Qing has not been happy recently.

Of course, the main reason was that the recent twenty-six consecutive games made him doubt his understanding of the game.

The secondary reasons are much more complicated.

First, because Blue Star has become a new whirlpool in the Three Realms, his people have the vision to leave this star and live in other stars.

This is actually very reasonable.

Emperor Ziwei has publicly announced that he will move the Futian League headquarters to Blue Star within ten years;

Blue Star will transform from a little-known little star in a remote country to the center of the Futian Alliance.

At that time, let alone the masters of the demon race, even the newly transformed spiritual creatures would either go to the immortals' pet shops or the immortals' slaughterhouses.

The future of Blue Star does not have a way out for their saint race.

Second, Feng Qing and other demon kings from Blue Star have just received orders from their ancestors, telling them to consume the strength of Futian Alliance on Blue Star at all costs.

It seems that a war has broken out in the outer star field, but the aftermath of the battle has not yet touched Blue Star.

Feng Qing gained a high reputation among the Blue Star Monster Clan because he rescued a large number of masters during the [Siege of Qingshan City]. He also received special attention from the ancestors, who intended to train him to become a member of the Blue Star Monster Clan.

Words matter to people.

If it were an ambitious person like King Qingyuan (mourning, remembering, and dying), this kind of thing would naturally be done through the pole.

But Feng Qing now wants to ask those ancestors:

'And after that?'

Will the ancestors of each family come to Blue Star in person?

Or will the ancient saint clan giants be invited to come and fight Emperor Donghua?

A bunch of old guys are going to do nothing and just let them die, just to disgust the Futian Alliance?

His mother is very happy.

Of course, Feng Qing did not express his dissatisfaction, but stayed at home in the name of recuperating and left everything to the other sixteen demon kings.

If he really had to leave Blue Star, although Feng Qing would be reluctant to leave, he would still be able to accept it.

He is not sure that Blue Star will continue to protect his people in the coming waves.

But Feng Qing always had some regrets in his heart.

His failed relationships...

"well."

Feng Qing raised his hand to cover his heart.

It hurts here.

So I picked up my phone, scrolled the screen out of boredom, glanced at the dozen or so messages sent by the Peacock King, replied with an emoticon of just waking up, and then opened Moments and swiped through them.

Oh? Zhou Zheng, the Langweixian, was reincarnated and posted on WeChat Moments?

This is quite rare.

[Ordinary daily practice. (PS: Refers to just finishing writing a 5,000-word paper on disasters, and then came to the construction site to help move bricks)]

The two accompanying pictures are quite interesting.

One of the accompanying pictures is... Is this the dragon girl from before? Why did she suddenly become so beautiful?

Even Feng Qing, who usually lives among fox beauties, couldn't help but slightly raise his eyebrows.

This dragon girl was sitting at the dining table. She was dressed casually in a pleated skirt and short sleeves, which did not hide her beautiful and mature figure. Her long black hair was scattered casually, giving her a unique youthful atmosphere.

Especially the movements of raising his hands to comb his hair, and the slightly embarrassed expression of pursed lips and eyes, really make people's eyes bright.

Ah, this is so cheap!

Is there no handsome man in the sea tribe?!

Feng Qing glanced at the second photo and found that it was a selfie of Zhou Zheng carrying several "I"-shaped steel poles.

Good guy, he did the work of the crane himself, and he is still so blatant, isn't Futian Alliance trying to hide things about immortals and demons from mortals?

This is obviously suspected of being staged.

Feng Qing grabbed a lemon nearby, liked this circle of friends, and continued to scroll.

Ding ding!

[Yan Ruochu (Little Peacock): Can the account keep losing points even if Feng Wang sleeps? 】

Feng Qing couldn't help but frown, was this guy provoking him?

After thinking for a while, Feng Qing replied [not in good spirits, and the injury has not healed].

Ding ding!

[Yan Ruochu (Little Peacock): I just made some nourishing soup made from thousand-year-old spiritual materials and sent it to my confidant. Drink it while it’s hot.]

Feng Qing suddenly felt that the lemon in his hand was no longer sour.

Is it possible that this peacock...is mentally ill?

Her territory is more than 3,000 kilometers away from mine! The soup has already become cold here! Drink it while it’s still hot!

[Why bother with this, don’t I have a maid? I’m online and I’ll take you flying!]

[Yan Ruochu (Little Peacock): Include the upper jungle or the lower lane? 】

Feng Qing shook his head, put down his phone, put on his headphones, and flexed his knuckles.

He still doesn't believe it, he can't win a game today.

So, half a day later.

In a coffee shop in Qingshan City Commercial Street, Zhou Zheng, who was staring at the scenery outside the window, was suddenly brought back to his senses by the ringing of his mobile phone.

He glanced at Ao Ying and Yue Wushuang, who were gesturing at short skirts in the window next door. He said hello to Xiao Sheng, who was about to fall asleep next to him. He went to the corner and set up a soundproof barrier before connecting. Pan said:

"Hello? Why did you call me suddenly? Aren't you afraid of being exposed?"

"Bao! Ah, I forgot about this when I was angry. Can you go online now? Take us two."

"No, you have so many subordinates," Zhou Zheng frowned, "but few of them can practice some gaming skills? I'm shopping with my girlfriend."

"What's girlfriend number?"

"No. 1! Just No. 1!"

"I'm in a hurry, haha, Chunyang Sword Immortal is in a hurry," Feng Qing muttered, "Hurry up and get online, I have a king here, I have something to discuss with you."

Zhou Zheng frowned slightly, hung up the phone and thought for a while.

What does wind chime mean?

Two kings?

Could it be...an explosion?

After a slight hesitation, Zhou Zheng took the initiative to walk around the store and went to a nearby Internet cafe first.

Ao Ying quickly caught up with her, bringing two glasses of cold drinks with her. She huddled on the sofa beside her and watched Zhou Zheng control the game characters with concentration, slightly lost in thought.

As expected by Zhou Zheng, this guy seems to want to win over the Peacock King Yan Ruochu?

The enemy's base explosion screen stays in the center of the screen.

Feng Qing seemed to have nodded intentionally or unintentionally: "I heard rumors that Laojun came to your place?"

"Ah, I'm here."

Maurya, who was on the same voice channel, was obviously stunned and held his breath while listening to the words of the two people.

Zhou Zheng said calmly: "The Patriarch of the Sanqing Dynasty has appeared. The road you are taking now will only lead to a dead end. Think about your retreat as soon as possible."

There was a slight smile on Feng Qing's lips, as if he was very satisfied with Zhou Zheng's response.

"Why, what kind of guarantee can you, the emperor, give us? The kind that can establish written evidence."

"Not yet," Zhou Zheng said calmly, "I haven't even become an immortal now. Interfering in the internal political affairs of the Futian Alliance without authorization will easily bring criticism to myself."

"Oh, you are not saying this for nothing, my poor cousin."

Zhou Zheng smiled: "But I think the situation at Blue Star will not get worse for the time being. At least there will be a buffer period of a few years. You might as well wait and see."

"Who can say for sure what will happen in a few years? Maybe I will have taken my people and left Blue Star by then."

"Whether it's Blue Star or other places in the Three Realms," Zhou Zheng said calmly, "If the next catastrophe breaks out, where can you go?"

"What catastrophe?"

"The way of heaven is revived in Yang Jian's body."

A straw came to the side. Zhou Zheng lowered his head and took a sip. He suddenly felt refreshed and continued:

"Laojun said that living beings only have twenty years left. When the way of heaven is restored, living beings will have no choice but to perish."

The voice channel suddenly fell into silence.

"Go down first, and you can help me get points next time."

Feng Qing exited the voice room, feeling a little depressed.

When he left, Yan Ruochu, the great king of the Peacock clan who had not dared to speak, finally asked in a low voice: "Are you... the reincarnation of Emperor Qinghua?"

"Well, it's me, Zhou Zheng."

"you……"

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just a game friend," Zhou Zheng smiled, without saying anything about Zhao'an, and took the initiative to exit the chat channel.

He leaned on the cushions of the sofa, his eyes dazed, and stayed like this for a while.

"Zhou, what's wrong?"

Ao Ying asked in a low voice, leaning forward delicately, but unfortunately there were still two sofa armrests between her.

"I'm thinking about what attitude I should take towards the demons on Blue Star."

Zhou Zheng whispered:

"This Feng Qing is a descendant of the Eighteenth Demon King. His hands are not stained with the blood of the Cataclysm. Zhao'an's words have no psychological burden.

"But other demon kings are more or less stained with human blood. How to deal with them?

"Your dragon clan has a long history, how would you usually deal with this kind of situation?"

Ao Ying blinked her long eyelashes and said softly: "I don't quite understand. It's just a little white dragon who doesn't know much about the world. However, in this case, it can usually be divided into three parts of about the same number."

"Three servings?"

Ao Ying raised her hand and brushed the hair beside her ears, her fair skin exuding a pearl-like halo.

"The one third of our dragon clan who has committed the most sins will be directly punished and beheaded, leaving their souls torn to pieces;

“One-third of those who have committed less serious crimes have performed meritorious service, and most of them have been demoted as slaves;

"The remaining ones who have no sins will be trained as supervisors to manage the one-third who have committed crimes and made meritorious service, so that they will have a sense of class superiority and become the slaves of our dragon clan... That's about it."

Zhou Zheng turned around and glared at Ao Ying.

This, what kind of ruling class is this?

Capitalists will cry when they see it!

Ao Ying said hurriedly: "This is just the way to control our subordinates that we, the Dragon Son and the Dragon Girl, have learned since childhood. In a world where strength is respected, everyone does this."

"Understood."

Zhou Zheng suddenly moved closer and closed the distance between their noses to half a foot.

Ao Ying melted a little in his hot eyes, bit her lower lip gently, her eyes were a little blurred, and she simply closed her eyes.

"Zhou...your skills..."

Zhou Zheng's Adam's apple trembled up and down a few times.

Well, popping your lips won’t break the point!

If the world only has twenty years left, let’s create more wonderful memories that belong to each other!

Zhou Zheng exerted strength on his waist, moved his upper body to the side, and closed his eyes nervously. He was only three or two inches away from the wonderful moment in his life...

【I want love even to the point of death! It won’t be happy if it’s not full and vivid! 】

With a whoosh, Ao Ying instantly transformed into an arm-long white dragon and hid behind the cushion.

Zhou Zheng also blushed, lowered his head, cleared his throat, and answered the phone.

Xiao Sheng's stuttering voice came from over there: "Class, monitor, two things, one good thing, one bad thing, you, which one do you want to hear first?"

Zhou Zheng turned on the speakerphone and whispered: "Good thing."

"Your childhood sweetheart is here, your sister Yan'er. She also brought a cart full of luggage. It seems she wants to stay here for a long time."

"Sister Yan'er?"

Zhou Zheng was really surprised.

Didn’t she join the Jie Tian Sect? How dare she blatantly come to the Tianmen League’s territory?

Then, Zhou Zheng figured it out.

He is the reincarnation of Emperor Qinghua. Sister Yan'er is just a low-level member who has only joined the Jietian Sect for a few years. She is also the sister that she recognizes. When she comes here, no one will risk offending her and embarrass her.

Zhou Zheng glanced at his side with some guilt. Ao Ying had returned to her human form and was arranging her hair in a panic.

"I'll be back soon. Please help me receive Sister Yan'er first... What's the bad thing?"

"Garuda!"

Xiao Sheng took a sharp breath: "He is the third brother of the Green Lion who appeared before, the real overlord of the Lion Camel Ridge, the godfather of the Golden-winged Peng Diao you killed before, and the uncle of Tathagata Buddha! He will give it to you

It’s time to declare a challenge!”

"What is this? A declaration of war?"

Zhou Zheng was a little confused: "Don't he know that I am just a little monk who has not yet become an immortal?"

"That's right," Xiao Sheng muttered, "so he gave you a deadline. The War Letter was brought over by God General Yinhu. It should be correct. It said that today, three years later, he will personally come to Yinghuo Planet in the solar system.

, I hope you can accept the challenge, and also said that you can bring helpers at will."

"Well, I understand Brother Xiao, let's go back now."

Then, Zhou Zheng and Ao Ying looked at each other, and each saw the worry in each other's eyes.

Dapeng Garuda.

One of the most difficult demons to deal with during the Demon-Sealing Tribulation in Journey to the West. It took countless masters from the Buddhist sect to seal his escape route.

Since the previous battle, the speed of the golden-winged eagle has caused great trouble to our side.

Extreme speed is indeed the most difficult magical power in the world to crack.

"Don't worry too much," Zhou Zheng said with a smile, "Laojun is on our side, why should we be afraid of this little roc? I'll just try to find as many helpers as possible in the past few years."

Ao Ying nodded lightly and said worriedly: "No matter what, this matter cannot be taken lightly."

Zhou Zheng originally planned to play the round just now, but the atmosphere was gone.

"Go back first," Ao Ying lowered her head and said, "Don't keep your sister Yan'er waiting too long."

Zhou Zheng blinked.

Is he too sensitive? Why does he smell a little sour smell?


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