Chapter 905 Zhang Zhengyi's reporting method, I won't point out who it is
Even though he was anxious and angry, Zhang Youde could only keep calm and continued to dig out some records in Yiyuan Palace, pretending to look at them carefully.
He didn't know what Qin Yang was going to do, but it must be related to the Xisha god, considering that a god had already been killed before.
Coupled with the boldness of his senior brother, Zhang Youde actually had some guesses in his mind.
Qin Yang may be targeting the unlucky Xisha god.
As for the Great Priest of Inspiration, he must have dug a hole and is waiting for people to jump into it.
The so-called Xisha gods may have been used by the great priest of inspiration from the very beginning.
So this time, I came to investigate in person.
If it was Qin Yang who returned to the Heavenly Palace this time, he might be exposed when facing the final surprise inspection by the Great Priest of Inspiration.
No, it's not impossible, it's definitely exposed.
Zhang Zhengyi inherited the position of Emperor of the Underworld, and he has similarities with the gods. There is also a problem with his bloodline, so there is no problem in being judged like this.
But there is nothing wrong with Qin Yang's bloodline at all. As long as he is personally inspected by the great priest of inspiration, the problem will definitely be found.
There is nothing wrong with being exposed a little, Tiangong will not swarm from top to bottom, but if something is exposed that should not be exposed, Emperor Taihao will probably take action himself.
Qin Youde might die again.
But this is the situation now. Qin Youde is about to fall into someone else's trap.
He somewhat underestimated these gods.
From the time he saw the Great Priest of Inspiration in person, Zhang Youde could clearly feel the difference.
The great priest of inspiration is completely different from those minor gods.
The previous little god was like an emotionless puppet, not caring about any external objects and only focusing on himself.
But this great inspiration priest can clearly feel that he is more like a complete person.
This gap made Zhang Youde's hair stand on end.
He must now inform Qin Youde without being exposed.
But he hasn't figured out how to do it yet.
He was not even sure whether the great inspiration priest was still spying on him.
I'm not sure what he did and whether it was possible for him to be discovered by the other party later.
After waiting for a long time, he couldn't sit still and wandered around the Yiyuan Palace. When he noticed the aura of the gods emerging and heading towards the Tianmen, he knew that he had to take the risk this time.
He couldn't think of a foolproof strategy, so he could only take a gamble.
The Great Priest of Gambling Inspiration has absolute confidence in himself. After a personal investigation, the Great Priest of Gambling Inspiration was very sure that there was nothing wrong with Zhang Youde and that he was just an ordinary person who admired the Heavenly Palace and only had some talents.
The great priest of inspiration will not cast his eyes on him again, nor will he have any more doubts.
Back in his room, Zhang Zhengyi took his time and began to set up the formation, which included many new things he saw in the Yiyuan Palace. It looked like he was verifying new knowledge.
Slowly, he tried his best and learned everything he could to create a complex formation that was powerful enough and had various magical formations.
He slowly added things, and at a place where he added a newly learned Dao pattern, his seemingly random experiment triggered a formation reaction.
A ray of divine light swept across him, and he had no time to react. All the body under his chin was annihilated in an instant.
In the end, only one head remained, falling to the ground, its pupils slowly spreading.
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At the same time, deep in the depths of the deserted sea, deep in a maze of caves.
Zhang Zhengyi's head, including his neck, suddenly reacted.
Flesh and blood quickly emerged and transformed into his body. In just an hour, he opened his eyes, touched his neck, and murmured to himself.
"Qin Youde, in order to report the news to you this time, I risked being discovered, and I also paid for a backup plan..."
Having died too many times, Zhang Zhengyi can accurately control where he will be resurrected next.
If the physical body is not missing much, it will naturally be resurrected in place. Secondly, if there is a head, the head will be resurrected first, followed by the torso. With some subtle differences, the location of the resurrection can be accurately controlled.
For example, this time, when he died in the Heavenly Palace, only a bare head was left, but his back-up here not only had a head but also a neck.
The extra part will be resurrected here by default.
After his resurrection, Zhang Zhengyi adjusted his body shape and appearance, took out his spare storage bag, took out a black ball, and threw it into the cave behind him, contaminating all traces.
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On the other side, in the underground sand sea, a group of people are still preparing to ambush the upcoming Xisha god.
They have no idea that the fact that the Xisha gods left the Heavenly Palace to come here at this time is a trap in itself.
Qin Yang remained hidden throughout the entire process, never showing his face and not even leaking his breath.
Unless it was necessary and these people couldn't deal with the Xisha God, he would not be prepared to take action.
"He's coming soon." One of the guys in a hooded robe shouted in a deep voice.
"Remember, the longer it takes, the worse it will be for you."
Qin Yang hid in the dark and reminded them.
For some reason, he would occasionally have a frightening feeling, and he always felt that danger was coming, especially his five golden elixirs, which would always emit a faint light from time to time.
Qin Yang didn't think this was an illusion, there must be some danger approaching.
Especially just now, when someone said that the Xisha God was about to arrive, the frightening feeling that I had again, even if it was fleeting, was the most obvious.
If there is really a danger approaching, it must have something to do with the Xisha gods.
After walking out of the entrance to the underground sand sea, Qin Yang stood quietly in mid-air.
A familiar yet unfamiliar feeling appeared in my heart.
He followed the induction, and in less than a stick of incense, he saw a person walking through the air in the distance, with a glimmer of light attached to his body, and the speed was faster than the person turning into an escaping light.
The other party had the face of Wen Yubo, the second captain of the Ghost, and Qin Yang instantly understood the identity of the visitor.
He quietly appeared beside the other person, placing one hand gently on the back of the other person's neck.
Zhang Zhengyi's footsteps paused, his neck shrunk, and he fell to the ground. He didn't see or feel anyone.
But the touch on the back of his neck, as well as the size of the hand, the length of the five fingers, etc., made him extremely familiar.
He was silent for a moment, found a place to do it, put his hands on top of each other in front of his abdomen, closed his eyes, and used ten fingers to convey the message in tiny steps.
"A great priest, whose name might be heard if I say it, came to check on me personally.
Ask me if there is any news about the Xisha gods.
I know something big is going to happen, so I have left a backup team in Tiangong, and I will go back after reporting the letter."
When the news came out, Qin Yang was slightly shaken and his face darkened.
In just one sentence, he knew that the Xisha gods were a trap.
"Tell me about the whole process in detail, I need all the details." Qin Yang's voice sounded in Zhang Zhengyi's mind.
Zhang Zhengyi quickly recounted everything he knew. All the details were not included downstairs, including his preparations to report the news.
But even if he used secret words, he still tried his best to avoid all sensitive words that might cause the gods to react.
Only the great priest of inspiration could make Zhang Zhengyi so cautious.
Therefore, when Bie Biezi came to power last time after the death of the One Yuan Goddess, his considerations were a little deviated.
The Heavenly Palace really does not care who holds the authority; it only cares whether the authority is in the Heavenly Palace.
However, it is obvious that this incident itself has aroused the vigilance of the great priest of inspiration.
Even though Zhang Zhengyi was destroyed physically and mentally last time, and all but one of the people who took action at that time disappeared, it did not dispel the suspicion of the great priest of inspiration.
The other party may feel that there is something hidden behind this matter, or they may feel that this matter will make a bad start and will be out of control in the future, and all other signs must be nipped in the cradle.
There are other possibilities too...
However, there was another hidden reason for this, and Qin Yang immediately thought of those people in the ancient underworld.
The original Goddess of One Yuan killed a strong man from the ancient underworld. In order to take revenge, it is indeed very likely that the ancient underworld will come to kill the Goddess of One Yuan.
If he brings himself into the power of the ancient underworld, everything he does now is indeed like the conspiracy of the ancient underworld.
Based on this line of thinking, the main purpose of the Inspiration Priest's doing this may be because of those people in the ancient underworld beyond the unfathomable realm.
Only these people can attract the attention of the great priest of inspiration from the very beginning.
After all, the battles in Taihao's world, even if they involve the fall of gods, the power of Tiangong remains essentially unchanged, and may become stronger.
If a god with authority can be killed by a spare tire, then when the spare tire takes over and takes control, he will naturally be stronger than the original god.
This is meat rotten in the pot. Qin Yang dared to do this before because he took this into consideration.
But when it comes to the ancient underworld, the nature is completely different.
If something like this happens this time, there is a high probability that the people in the ancient underworld will take the blame.
Qin Yang's thoughts flashed quickly.
Therefore, there must be something that caught the attention of the great priest of inspiration and made him think about this.
In other words, people from the ancient underworld may have penetrated into the Unlimited Realm.
After running through these thoughts quickly.
Qin Yang gently patted Zhang Zhengyi's shoulder, and his voice sounded in Zhang Zhengyi's mind.
"I understand, please go back first and don't show off your lies."
As soon as the voice fell, a black light entered Zhang Zhengyi's body, and in chronological order, all the memories of Zhang Zhengyi's reporting were wiped out.
At the same time, a palm shook Zhang Zhengyi's figure into powder.
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In the Yiyuan Palace, the dead-eyed head left by Zhang Zhengyi began to grow a torso automatically. An hour later, he opened his eyes.
When I saw that he was still resurrected in the Yiyuan Palace, the memory that followed was after the time when he fiddled with the formation and something went wrong.
The big stone he lifted finally fell down.
He knew that his arrangement of the backhand could not go wrong, and if there was a problem in the place where the backhand was arranged, he would immediately feel it.
Now that there is no induction, but still resurrected in the Yiyuan Palace, it only shows one problem.
He met Qin Yang, and Qin Yang erased all this paragraph, so he would not remember anything.
In other words, theoretically, no matter who asked him, he could answer confidently. He just had an accident while playing with the formation, and then waited for a while before resurrecting.
At most, he only exposed a little bit of his trump card. When he really couldn't hide it, he could tell others. Even if his body and soul were not destroyed, he could be resurrected as long as his head was still there.
"What rubbish." Zhang Youde glanced at the formation, rubbed his neck with a gloomy look on his face, and then continued to study the formation.
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On the other side, Qin Yang calculated the time.
The Xisha gods have left the Heavenly Palace, but they have not arrived yet.
Either the Xisha God has other things to take care of first. In this case, the Xisha God may not know anything, and he is just a chess piece.
Or it could be that the Xisha God is slowly stalling for time, waiting to cooperate with the great priest of inspiration to dig a hole.
After a little calculation, Qin Yang felt that the former was more likely.
Use a god as a bait to dig a big hole. To be on the safe side, the Inspiration Priest will not let the Xisha god know anything.
However, if this Xisha god is like the goddess of Yiyuan, something was taken away by Taihao and turned into an indifferent person who is neither sad nor happy.
Indeed, it is still possible.
Time was too tight and information was insufficient, so Qin Yang did not dare to make an accurate judgment.
But now, the arrow has to be fired. The second guy who seizes the power must succeed, so that he can completely make things get out of control.
By then, no matter how powerful the Heavenly Palace is, it will not be able to control the hearts of the people in the world.
So, now, someone needs to help.
He thought to himself that he didn't leave any flaws, and he cleaned everything from the outside to the inside in order not to expose any flaws.
If Bie Biezi was kept in the dark from beginning to end, Zhang Zhengyi would not know anything. He alone knows everything.
Even to be on the safe side, when he entered the Heavenly Palace, he cut out the relevant memories, turned them into dreams and stored them separately. Only after leaving the Heavenly Palace did he dare to take them back again.
From entering the unreachable world, as long as there is a possibility of being traced, everything is done flawlessly.
It is impossible to throw out even a relevant thought, and there is no fear of anyone tracing it.
The only people who can cause this are people from the ancient underworld.
So, of course, we can't let them watch the fun.
Quickly leaving the Infinite Realm, Qin Yang threw out the strongest clone and asked it to find the people from the ancient underworld.
And he turned back and continued to squat.
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The clone transformed into a new face that was randomly made and headed straight for the territory of the ancient underworld.
He stepped in the air, as if pacing, and rushed in very leisurely, heading straight for the base camp of the ancient underworld.
Not long after, hundreds of millions of ghosts were crying and howling around them, and demonic sounds filled their ears. The clone frowned slightly, expressing disgust.
"I'm just an avatar. If you kill me, it won't have much impact. Why do you need to play such a small trick to show off your power?
Don’t waste time, I’m here to tell you that your people have attracted the attention of the Great Priest of Inspiration, and your plan has also fallen into the hands of the Great Priest of Inspiration.”
The next moment, the sounds of ghosts crying and howling around him suddenly dissipated, and densely packed ghosts covered every corner of his surroundings.
A strong man with a black face came out and looked at Qin Yang.
"If you are willing to continue to waste time, let's chat here slowly. I finally let me out for once. I have plenty of time, so I can take my time."
The dark-faced burly man was silent for a moment, and when he wanted to say something, a female voice came.
"Bring him here."
The black-faced strong man said nothing, and the countless ghosts surrounding Qin Yang's clone automatically moved out of the way to lead him forward.
All the way to a small house, the female cultivator was washing cups and making tea. When she saw Qin Yang's clone, she smiled and extended her hand.
"Your Excellency, please take a seat."
After the clone sat down, he didn't say anything, and quietly watched the female grooming artist with appreciation on his face. He waited until the female cultivator slowly completed the entire process before speaking in praise.
"Do whatever you want, without any pretense, and the intention is natural and calm. It is quite natural and follows the Tao."
The female cultivator pushed the cup forward with a subtle smile to express her gratitude for the compliment.
However, whoever wanted to talk about this separately, the conversation immediately changed.
"Originally, I thought that people like you, who are deeply scheming and full of hostility in their chests. They appear to be as soft as water and do not compete with each other, but are actually like water used as a knife, with hidden edge. They would not be able to understand this artistic conception. Unexpectedly, I am the one who underestimates the world.
People."
In an instant, the female cultivator's temperament and conception of pregnancy suddenly collapsed.
She was still smiling, but that smile always gave people a chilling feeling.
"Your Excellency came here in a hurry. What do you want to say?"
"Don't you want to put on a show, hang me up and pinch me? Why don't you come?" The clone drank the tea in one gulp like a cow chewing peonies, then smacked his mouth and shook his head: "It has changed."
"Okay, I've spoken for you. I came to you in a hurry. Naturally, I didn't come here with good intentions. I must have encountered some trouble here and wanted to use your strength to complete it. Then you have to show your attitude first.
It’s time to put your foot down, take the right to speak and take advantage first, right?”
The clone sneered, picked up the teapot, and drank tea directly from the teapot.
"Do you have to make your words clear? Is it more important to play psychological games with me, or do you think the gods of Xisha are more important?"
The female nun was still smiling and unmoved.
The clone continued.
"The God of Xisha is the chess piece of the Great Priest of Inspiration. He follows the trend and is waiting for you to jump in with us.
My people have not been exposed at all, but the secret of your sneaking into Tiangong is not certain.
What can an ordinary soldier in golden armor do?
If a strong man who fell to you for power fell, would you still be able to find him?"
Having said this, the female cultivator's smile gradually became meaningful. She was obviously smiling, but she gave off an expressionless and cold edge inside.
The clone put down the teapot, clapped his legs and laughed wildly.
"I lied to you, but I didn't expect it to be true?
Is that golden-armored soldier really one of yours? And the one who participated in the interception and killing of the Xisha god is also one of yours?"
The female cultivator's expression became much more solemn. She could no longer confirm whether the clone's words were true or just nonsense.
But she had no choice but to take it as true.
"what do you want?"
"Me? I don't want anything. I'm just here to inform you out of kindness. If you are willing to suffer losses and fail, and can accept the Xisha God's affairs and have the Heavenly Palace turn the tide, then I won't care and will leave."
The clone patted his butt and glanced at the female cultivator.
"I never asked, does your smile look fake?"
The clone left in a swaggering manner. Not far from here, he stopped and his eyes flashed. Countless ghosts and ghosts appeared around him.
The strong man with a black face came out of the crowd, and behind him, a ghost figure carrying a flag followed.
The clone sighed.
"Look, you guys are just petty and want to fight for temporary happiness. What's the point?
Why don't you just let me go out and have some fun? You must keep me.
It’s just an incarnation, do you think it can cause much loss?”
The clone shook his head, feeling rather regretful. These fools, he said that he was an incarnation, but these people really believed it.
As soon as the thought occurred, the clone exploded directly and died cleanly.
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At the entrance to the underground sand sea, Qin Yang's pupils swelled and shrank, and the clone's experience came back.
He smiled, it was interesting.
Unexpectedly, I cheated a lot, and actually got a lot of things out of it.
I heard Zhang Zhengyi mentioned a detail before. When he was being interrogated, he saw a golden-armored soldier who was obviously from the lower cloud sea.
Unexpectedly, that seemingly inconspicuous little character was actually a person from the ancient underworld.
And among the people participating in the interception and killing now, there are also people from the ancient underworld.
He didn't believe in the people of the ancient underworld and did nothing.
The Xisha gods were deprived of their power and new gods came to power. This was essentially a great benefit to the ancient underworld, and they would not give up.
In fact, who wanted to promote this matter most was not Qin Yang, but the people from the ancient underworld.
Entering the ambush place, Qin Yang looked around, narrowed his eyes slightly, and heard a voice.
“There are some people, I won’t say who they are.
It's about to start, I just want to tell you.
Once this is done, you will all have the opportunity to become gods yourself in the future, and everything will be under control.
But if we fail, it will be impossible."
Qin Yang looked around and saw no reaction from anyone.
He didn't know who was the person from the ancient underworld.
However, he continued to add.
"The arrival of the Xisha gods is a conspiracy, or in other words, it is something that everyone knows tacitly.
A certain great priest is already ready to take action.
Especially for some people, I would like to remind you that there is a fundamental difference between becoming a god by yourself and being canonized by the Heavenly Palace. If you are canonized, you will no longer be you.
How you choose is entirely up to you.”
This time, Qin Yang activated the Si Zi Jue and keenly caught something different, the guy wearing a hooded robe whose face could not be seen clearly.
Qin Yang grinned.
He just had a flash of inspiration and thought that since this game is already known to everyone but everyone pretends not to know, then there are people from the ancient underworld, and there are also people who are great priests of inspiration.
Unexpectedly, there really is.
What promise can the Great God of Inspiration make?
Isn't it just to confer a god? Unfortunately, he has seen the memory left by the One Yuan Goddess and knows what the hell that conferred god is.
When it came time to take a chance and get a better choice, he didn't believe that the people who came here to gamble would choose the relatively conservative option.
Seeing that everyone seemed to be a little surprised and confused, Qin Yang continued.
"There is no turning back when we draw a bow. We only have one chance to strike. If we fail to make one strike, we will fail."
No matter who we were before or what ideas we had, now we must work together to complete it first.
Otherwise, everyone present will only have one outcome.
When the body dies, the Tao disappears.”
Everyone was silent, all concentrating on making final preparations.
Qin Yang stopped talking and continued to prepare.
The indifferent-looking Xisha God also arrived at the entrance of the underground sand sea at this time.
He kept moving forward.
At the same time, from beyond the bounds, a female cultivator and a black-faced man came here.
The black-faced strong man waved his hand, and the man who was carrying the banner and flag, his whole body black, and the main soul transformed from the god, put one hand on the inexhaustible realm.
The black light slowly spreads out with the main soul as the center.
The Infinite Realm seems to be being polluted and corroded.
The great priest of inspiration in the heavenly palace suddenly opened his eyes and looked towards the edge of the unbounded.
He saw the smiling female nun, and she seemed to be aware of her prying eyes, and gave her a slight blessing as a courtesy.
"I have met the great priest of inspiration."
The Great Priest of Inspiration, with a calm expression, waved his hand, and another shadow in front of him that showed the entrance to the underground sand sea disappeared.
He stood up, took a step forward, and walked into the unbounded shadow.
One step later, he appeared on the edge of the inexhaustible boundary. With a flick of his finger, a bit of divine light flew out and struck the black main soul.
The main soul transformed by the god had cracks all over its body and a big hole in its chest, as if it was going to be killed instantly by a blow from the great priest of inspiration.
However, countless ghosts and ghosts around him continued to sink into the main soul, and the main soul recovered from its injuries in an instant.
The great priest of inspiration knew that the other party was trying to hold him back.
One is the fall of the Xisha gods, and the other's plan has taken a step forward.
One is that the unreachable world is contaminated by the main soul transformed by the gods.
He can only choose the latter.
The Emperor of Heaven is not around, and only his power and glorious power can stop the main soul of the god from polluting the world.
Now he understands that at that time, he thought that the other party was going to kidnap prisoners, so he deployed his main force elsewhere. Who would have thought that the other party was actually going to Tianlao to hunt a god that he had ignored, and after allowing the other party to successfully complete it, he buried the
What a disaster.
Now, he understands everything, but he can only be dragged here. He can only confront and can do nothing.
If you do it, the consequences will be more serious.
He could only place his hope on the gods who came to take action.
"Great Priest of Inspiration, I just want to come and have a chat with you. Do you dare to go out of the unreachable realm?"
"I don't dare." The great priest of inspiration replied expressionlessly.
"You gods are so boring." The female cultivator covered her mouth and chuckled, as if she already knew this.
On the other side, the gods of Xisha are getting closer and closer to the ambush place.
Qin Yang no longer has much interest in hunting the Xisha gods, and there is no suspense about this matter.
What he is thinking about now is what to do after hunting down the Xisha God.
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