Chapter One Thousand Old Silver Coins, Twelfth Division (One Thousand Chapters Sprinkle Flowers)
"The test is almost done. I need to use it here to start the next phase of testing."
Qin Yang pointed at the vast wasteland beneath his feet.
A war is definitely going to start, but Qin Yang knows very well that there is a gap between the ceilings of the Shifang Realm and the Great Wilderness, and there is also a gap overall. It cannot be tied up in a few years, but in a few decades.
Among all the realms, the Shifang Realm is the most developed, because the Shifang Emperor has been sitting on the throne for a long, long time. He is strong enough that there is no need to worry about others touching the ceiling.
In the Shifang Realm, except for priests, according to the known information, no one can leave alive under the command of Emperor Zun of Shifang.
Even Qin Yang is confident that he can survive, because firstly, the Emperor of the Ten Directions has no authority, secondly, he is not standing in the territory of the Shifang Divine Dynasty, and thirdly, he is standing at the entrance of the passage, and it is an entrance that has been reinforced and controlled by Qing Mimi.
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If the Emperor of the Ten Directions couldn't stop him with one move, it would be impossible to kill him.
Because of this environment, over the years, the Shifang Realm will be much stronger than the Great Wilderness as a whole.
In the Great Wilderness, the Dao Palace can be considered to have entered the ranks of the powerful. From the Shenmen to the Dao Palace, the number of monks will show the greatest cliff-like decline.
But in the Shifang Realm, from the Divine Gate to the Dao Palace, there is no such exaggerated proportion.
Even if the ceiling player does not take action, from the standpoint of Emperor Shifang, he actually does not suffer too much. On the contrary, in some aspects, Shifangjie will have an advantage.
According to the agreement, the strongest person who can take action next is probably Dao Lord.
As for the Dao Lords of the Shifang Realm, their numbers alone can crush the Great Desolation.
If the war takes longer, the wilderness will definitely be dragged to death.
However, this is no longer important.
To continue playing, we must let the opponent see the advantages they have, but at the same time, we must also let the opponent see the advantages Dahuang has.
This way others can play with you.
If you only want to gain an advantage for yourself and everyone else is at a disadvantage, who is so stupid that he will continue to play with you under the agreed rules of the game?
Besides, this doesn't count as a personal action now, because even if Qin Yang did it personally, everything was arranged before the bet was made.
If you can't personally go to the battlefield and take action, and you can't control it behind the scenes, everyone should stop playing.
The war has begun quietly.
The entrance to the Shifang Realm, a land with a radius of 30,000 miles, has been turned into the first battlefield, and the second defensive battlefield has been placed on the entire Huliang Island.
But no one knows that the entire Huliang Island is completely different now.
Everyone who steps into the scope of Huliang Island has already stepped into a falsehood that is covered up with reality and is so real that it is no different from the real thing.
The war zone between the two sides has turned into a replica of the wilderness and the real world of ten directions.
The Great Wilderness is carried by the dream world, the world of the ten directions is carried by the innate insect shell, and the realm of the dead also carries the dream world and the innate insect shell.
A connection emerged that no one could break.
This ultimate carrier is more stable than all the realms in the world of the living, and more stable than the innate insect shell. It is the most stable carrier since ancient times.
Small-scale testing begins.
This is the prelude to war.
On a larger level, silent penetration has also begun.
This is a macroscopic penetration that no one can stop.
With just a small-scale infiltration, there is a tendency for Dahuang to be crushed.
The people from the Great Ying Dynasty cannot be sent there at all, and the fragments of the pot beam over there have been occupied by the people of the Emperor of the Ten Directions.
The scoundrels from the Department of Discipline are quietly infiltrating into the wilderness.
Qin Yang watched with cold eyes, as if standing in a higher dimension, easily discovering anyone who infiltrated through any method.
Taking the initiative to step in is equivalent to acquiescing to the "regulations", equivalent to penetrating into... the Great Wasteland.
From a perspective that no one could see, Qin Yang silently picked up all those who fell asleep.
Give them a place to carry them so that they can connect seamlessly when they return.
And the place where this kind of bearing is carried is the two innate insect shells that Qin Yang originally dropped.
Everything is synchronized, except those who died in battle.
There is nothing wrong with saying that everything is true. It is indeed true. However, the difference between this kind of truth and complete reality is just that it gives Qin Yang the opportunity to try and make mistakes.
Time passes bit by bit, and this so-called war is destined to drag on for a long time, with both sides stalling before they can come forward.
The battle situation is getting more and more intense, and the area within 30,000 miles of the entrance to Huliang has become a real battlefield. Students from Huliang Academy have also begun to go to the battlefield, making continuous progress under extreme pressure.
The investment is getting bigger and bigger, people are dying every day, and soul lamps are completely extinguished every day.
The so-called small-scale war has become more intense than the war between the Great Ying Dynasty and the Great Yan Dynasty.
Because here, under the Divine Sea, just one wave can take away a large amount of cannon fodder, and the real military battle formation has not been deployed yet.
A week later, Qin Yang opened the black jade divine door and came to the world of life and death.
A large area belonging to his Taoist palace was densely packed with thousands of coffins without coffin lids.
In every coffin lies a dead person who has lost all vitality.
They were indeed dead, all of them died in battle, and many of them were apparently completely destroyed, with no corpses left behind.
Qin Yang looked at these corpses. These were just the number of corpses that had fallen in a week. The worst ones were from Shenhai, those with lower cultivation levels. In such a small-scale battlefield, they did not play at all.
Qin Yang was hanging in mid-air, the golden elixir that was fused with Taiwei's authority glowing slightly in his body.
He drank in a deep voice.
"Sink."
In an instant, all the corpses seemed to be trapped in another unknown world, and the power between life and death was drawn.
From now on, they are all dead.
Qin Yang stretched out his hand and drew again, a galaxy appeared, and he drank again.
"Tianji."
He stood on the Milky Way, and all the corpses were blocked by the Milky Way.
After doing this, Qin Yang took out an incense stick and blew it gently. The smoke flew out and penetrated into each corpse, igniting their vitality.
But no one woke up, they were all "dead people".
And these "dead people" include the dead people in the ten directions.
These are all talented people. It would be a pity to die. These are also the mass base that will destroy the Shifang Divine Dynasty in the future.
Therefore, Qin Yang walked happily and gave everyone a stamp of steel.
Qin Yang was confident that no one would notice his little tricks, and even the Emperor of the Ten Directions could not see through such little tricks.
Because these people were really dead at the beginning, and then entered the world of life and death after death. They are the younger brothers of the realm of the dead, but they have not really entered the realm of the dead yet.
Even if these people regain their vitality here, no one can sense or see through it out of thin air.
Unless he can penetrate the realm of the dead and add Qin Yang's power.
In fact, Qin Yang couldn't even do it while holding the Realm of the Dead's thigh...
This world does not yet have such powerful people who can overwhelm both the worlds of life and death.
No one has this potential, including the Emperor of Heaven and Qin Yang.
Qin Yang turned around and left, unhurriedly.
Basically no one really dies, so the biggest disadvantage of the wilderness is naturally gone.
Fighting for heads is not about losing one and missing one, then fighting for heads is meaningless.
Qin Yang looked down at the replica of the Shifang Realm in the Dream Realm.
At the same time, it senses the true world of ten directions carried by the five innate insect shells.
Penetration progress is going well.
The two worlds, relying on the connection between the realm of the dead in the middle, have begun to overlap silently.
This is a way to quietly hug the big brother without destroying everything in the entire Shifang Realm.
This is not the collision of two worlds, but the overlap bit by bit from the edge.
It's the kind of process that has already overlapped itself and merged into one piece by piece, silently, yet unstoppable.
The Great Wilderness is the catalyst. For people who travel between the Great Wilderness and the real world of ten directions, war is the catalyst for the catalyst.
He is going to try and make mistakes, pull the Emperor of the Ten Directions to his home court, and accumulate his own advantages bit by bit.
The dream master appeared silently, and she frowned slightly.
"You are playing with fire. According to what you said, the best way is to directly drag the Shifang Realm into the Realm of the Dead."
"Are you sure that Taiyi's purpose is actually to come to the realm of the dead?
Helped him achieve his goal in one breath, and by the way, also packaged the Ten Directions Divine Dynasty for him?
Directly help him start the King of the Dead explosion?"
"..." The dream master thought for a while and was speechless. She said angrily: "You people, all of you are full of twists and turns in your intestines! You spend so much energy and you can't be sincere to the Tao."
Qin Yang looked at the dream master in surprise, with a lump in his throat. He was afraid of offending others, so he didn't say anything.
Whoever truly believes that the Dream Master is a fool is the real fool.
Do you have the nerve to say we are evil?
Damn it, you can see it from the reactions of people like Emperor Zun of the Ten Directions after entering a big dream.
Every one of them has been psychologically affected by you, and you still have the nerve to accuse me of all my devious ways?
Compared with you, I, Qin Youde, am just a stupid person with a gut that goes all the way to the bottom. Well, it’s a bit shameless to say this. I, Qin Youde, am a shameless person.
In this case, it should be an old silver coin with its intestines extending to the bottom.
Qin Yang was a little speechless. If I could become a master and achieve my own goal, there would be a place similar to the Dream Realm. I would be the only one in the world. I, the boss of the Realm of the Dead, and my second son, I would definitely be stupider and sweeter than you now.
If I were rich, why would I bother moving bricks?
Qin Yang left angrily. Dream Master looked at Qin Yang's back, opened his mouth, and suddenly felt that he seemed to have said the wrong thing.
There is a saying that it doesn't hurt your back to stand and talk.
The dream master went back angrily to have a big meal, thinking, Qin Yang is not bad, and she should indeed stand aside when dealing with the Emperor of Heaven.
How about, next time, go to taste delicious food for one less day a week and try your best to help?
Speaking of it, she almost forgot her goal back then. It was Qin Yang who dealt with the Emperor of Heaven himself.
Among the Twelve Divisions, it seems that only the priests are left who are working hard.
She is nestled in the world of dreams and cannot leave.
Demon masters, illusionists, musicians, Kanyu masters, incense masters, doctors, and sky-stealing masters have not appeared in the realm of the dead.
On the contrary, the painter's power has already appeared in the Realm of the Dead and has been integrated into the evolution of the Realm of the Dead. He should be the first to appear.
The Puppet Master is immortal and will not die anymore. He should not be able to come here. I just don’t know what happened to him.
I had heard before that the puppet master could not die, and his situation did not seem to be very good. He even disappeared recently.
well……
The dream master counted them one by one with his fingers, sighing endlessly.
Just counting, she suddenly froze.
I counted it on my fingers again.
"Puppet master, illusionist, demon master, musician, painter, Kanyu master, incense master, doctor, sky thief master, priest, and me, why are there only eleven?"
"Who is the one left? Where is the Twelve Division? There is still one left."
Dream Master's innocent expression gradually became serious, and her temperament also began to change. A kind of fluctuation, like a landslide and a tsunami, and the sky and the earth collapsed, emerged on her body.
Her expression slowly became ferocious, painful, and dazed. She stretched out her hands, looked at her ten fingers, and growled as if she had lost her mind.
"There's another one, there's another one, who is it? Who is the twelfth one? Why don't I remember it? Why do I have no memory at all.
No, no, this is wrong, who took away my memory?
No, no one took away my memory, but why do I only remember eleven of the Twelve Divisions!"
The dream master covered his head, flipped the table, rushed out of the desert in pain, and rolled around in the void dream world, covering his head.
She doesn't remember it at all.
After a long time, in the emptiness of the dream world, she stretched out her finger, created a new dream, and plunged into it.
This is her own world, where all her experiences, all her feelings, all the traces she left behind, all her memories, and everything she owns are included here.
She stepped into it and walked through her life again.
After walking out, the dream master's face became even more confused.
There was never any trace of the Twelfth Division in her life, and there was no such thing in her contact with other members of the Twelfth Division.
It seems that there are only eleven of the twelve human masters, and that is the truth.
A truth that no one can doubt and no one can shake.
The dream master stared blankly at her own world. She knew that if this were really the case, she would not be in such pain at the moment.
Her thoughts slowly converged, and her eyes slowly became serious.
She didn't think about the Twelfth Division, but this time she unexpectedly found a missing part in her life, and she slowly remembered many things.
Many things seemed to appear out of thin air when she noticed the 12th Division.
The dream master covered his head, seeming to be in more and more pain.
"Painter, get out, get out, I have important things to do, get out!"
Along with the roar of the Dream Master, her thoughts spread. Slowly, the matter of the 12th Division faded away in her heart. Unknowingly, she had ignored the 12 divisions of the ancient human race. In fact, there were only ten.
A this thing.
A smile appeared on her face again, as if she was silly and sweet, she entered the wilderness and ate three roasted lamb legs in one go.
Even if she mentioned the twelve ancient human divisions again, she didn't notice them. In fact, she only remembered eleven.
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