"I'm not here for the relics of the Holy See," Zhang Yuanqing sat on the sofa with his legs crossed, without any intention of getting up, and looked at Deng Jingguo: "Is Leader Deng injured?"
"During the period when the moral value disappeared, there were evil professions causing chaos in Chinatown. I led people to clean up, which attracted the master of the evil camp." Deng Jingguo explained simply.
Oh, I was injured by the evil master. There was no big collapse in New York County. These folk lawful occupations did play a role. If I relied solely on official practitioners, I would be too busy! Zhang Yuanqing opened the inventory with a smile and took out a tube of diluted life liquid.
Throw it over.
Deng Jingguo took the source of life liquid and raised his eyebrows. He walked down the stairs and sat opposite Zhang Yuanqing:
"What do you want from me?"
While talking, he put the life source liquid on the coffee table.
"I want to incorporate the Anti-Black and White Alliance." Zhang Yuanqing got straight to the point and went straight to the point.
Deng Jingguo narrowed his eyes and said coldly:
"Are you here on behalf of the Five Elements Alliance? Do you want to develop the Anti-Black and White Alliance into a non-staff organization? I'm sorry, although the Anti-Black and White Alliance is composed of Chinese Americans, it has nothing to do with the First District, and we are not interested in working with the Five Elements Alliance."
It is a very common phenomenon for official organizations to win over non-governmental organizations. After all, there are so many wild casual cultivators that it is impossible to eliminate them all, and it is impossible to recruit them all. The best option is to develop into a non-staff force.
Just like the government trying to win over local powerful people, as long as they give some benefits, the local powerful people can do things for the government without the need for establishment, and they can also help maintain local order.
As for local powerful people breaking the law and violating discipline, even minor violations of law and discipline are understandable. As long as the overall situation is not chaotic, it can be tolerated.
In the context of the evil camp's continuous attacks, it is understandable that the Five Elements Alliance wants to gather forces, but Deng Jingguo cannot agree. First of all, as a local force of the Free Federation, he has no sense of belonging to the Five Elements Alliance. Secondly, he does not want to be controlled by others. Finally, because Yuanshi
The incident of Tianzun's return to the spiritual realm made him have a very bad impression of the Five Elements Alliance.
Alas, the Five Elements Alliance is not doing well in the eyes of fellow villagers. Zhang Yuanqing sensed Deng Jingguo’s resistance and disgust and smiled:
"I do not represent the Five Elements Alliance, I represent myself."
"Yourself?" Deng Jingguo looked at the swordsman in front of him with strong eyes. As a strong and violent Master Lei, he did not laugh out loud because of his meager affection in the past.
Zhang Yuanqing smiled, raised his hand and wiped his face: "Maybe this way, our conversation will go more smoothly."
The stern face shone with light, and soon became a youthful face full of energy.
Deng Jingguo looked at this face, and was stunned for a moment. He instinctively felt that it looked familiar. After a few seconds, he suddenly stood up, his serious square face filled with shock: "Yuan, Yuanshi Tianzun?"
"It's me!" Zhang Yuanqing stood up, opened the inventory, took out the Heaven Sacrifice Suit, put it on, activated the suit's special effects, and raised his hand to snap his fingers.
Snapped!
The stars rose, and he appeared at the dining table, and soon returned to the sofa in the dreamy starlight.
"I have another identity!" His face shimmered again and turned into a sentence. Then he took out the sword that destroys both form and spirit, the devil's oil painting and other dominating props.
Deng Jingguo was dumbfounded and stood there blankly.
No need to explain any more, he already believed that the person in front of him was Yuanshi Tianzun, and at the same time he realized that Ju Mang, the newbie who was roaming the New York County, was Yuanshi Tianzun in disguise.
No wonder it is so powerful, no wonder Gou Mang can control it at will and use the legacy of Yuanshi Tianzun.
After a long, long time, Deng Jingguo sat down again and stared at Zhang Yuanqing with excitement in his eyes: "Are you dead?"
"I'm resurrected!" Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile: "There is a prop in the second area, called the Mother Goddess's Womb, which is a regular prop for the musician profession."
Deng Jingguo nodded slowly, without asking any questions. He reached for the diluted life source liquid on the coffee table and injected it into the vein of his arm. After a while, his pale face gradually turned rosy.
Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing raised the corner of his mouth.
Deng Jingguo put down the injection and asked: "Have you been promoted to master?"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded.
Deng Jingguo pondered: "Want to form your own force?"
Zhang Yuanqing nodded again.
Deng Jingguo thought for a few seconds and said:
"If it were you, I wouldn't mind cooperating with you, but to be honest, with your talent and potential, joining the official is a better choice. All official organizations in the world have gone through hundreds of years of accumulation to reach their current scale.
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"It's too difficult for you to build your own force from scratch. The upper limit for the next ten years is just a huge non-governmental organization. But what does this mean to you? In ten years, you may have already settled in
Headquarters of the Five Elements Alliance, becoming one of the most powerful people in the world."
Efforts and benefits are not proportional.
For peerless geniuses, joining the official can directly save the time of hard work and become the leader of a large organization. Fu Qingxuan is the best example.
Assuming that Fu Qingxuan did not join the Five Elements Alliance, but formed her own organization, then she is at best a demigod with considerable power.
It is far from comparable to the honor of "Marshal".
Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said:
"I don't cultivate forces, I build forces. Currently, the core organizations include Jishi Society of the Free Federation, the domestic agency technology research and development company, the Killing Palace, and the Spirit Realm gang I established myself. Among them are seven dominant members. The backers behind them are
The Merchant Guild, the American Gods Association, and Fu Qingyang from the Five Elements Alliance.
"Now, I want to develop the Anti-Black and White Alliance into a cooperative organization. In the future, I can help you annex the Black Dragon Hall, Baolin Hall, and Hong Gang, or bring them under your wing."
Deng Jingguo was stunned for a moment after hearing this: "This, this"
Zhang Yuanqing crossed his legs and asked, "Have Leader Deng ever heard of the Lord of the Sun?"
Early morning, Desen River, New York County.
Zhang Yuanqing was sitting by the river, with the blue sky above his head and the sparkling black water in front of him.
We have just experienced a disaster, and order has not yet been restored. The river, which usually has boats rushing around, is now silent and vast and empty.
"You're not dead yet?" A voice came from far away.
A tall and tall young man walked towards the cold morning breeze. He had messy short hair like those in idol dramas, handsome features, and a cynical smile on his lips.
He is the sixth-generation knight of the Holy See.
He stopped next to Zhang Yuanqing, holding on to the railing with both hands, looking at the dark river: "What do you want from me? I told you last time that I was preparing a copy of the battle."
"As long as you don't enter the dungeon, you won't be able to watch the evil profession causing chaos everywhere, so my invitation to come to New York County won't be considered an intrusion." Zhang Yuanqing turned his head, looking at the other person's face that was as unbeatable as ever, and said:
"Xia Zuo is dead. He died in the killing dungeon. He actively sacrificed himself for the order. I think I should tell you about this."
Zhai Cai was silent.
He sighed: "This is the fate of a knight!"
When he said this, there was no exaggeration or cynicism on Zhai Cai's face, but seriousness and sincerity, just like faith.
The two didn't speak for a long time, as if they were silently remembering the knight who died in the dungeon.
After a while, Zhang Yuanqing looked at the river and said:
"One more thing, I successfully promoted to the master and want to form my own force, but this is different from the spirit realm gang. There is no spirit realm bondage, so I want to ask for your help to make the core members of the organization sign a contract to never betray or hurt each other.
contract."
Hearing this, Zhai Cai sneered: "Friend, the situation is a bit small. For such a trivial matter, I can just lend you a prop. Why do I need this knight to do it myself?"
Zhang Yuanqing waited for his words and smiled happily: "The core members are all masters, at least eight of them!"
Zhai Cai's expression froze and her eyes widened: "How did you win over so many masters?"
Zhang Yuanqing smiled more and more happily: "It depends on character and charm."
When we woke up early in the morning, a thick fog enveloped the remote northern city.
In an orphanage far away from the city, the simple iron gate fell alone, rusty, twisted, and violently dismantled.
Yellow police tape was wrapped around the broken hinges, blocking the empty door.
A figure walked out of the thick fog and stopped at the door of the orphanage.
He was wearing a thin jacket and a sports headband, with his hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered, and his collar turned up, covering half of his face.
He stood at the door of the orphanage, like a sculpture.
After a while, he seemed to have gathered enough courage and walked into the orphanage.
The cordon sealing the door like a spider web broke automatically and hung down powerlessly.
The bustling orphanage was quiet at the moment, lifeless and uninhabited, and the camphor tree in the corner also looked weak.
On the small playground, the rusty basketball stand stood alone, the mottled supports were stained with dew, and there were a few shocking black and red touches on the cracked field.
That's bloodstain that hasn't been cleaned yet.
The Demon Eye King slowly walked through the small playground and opened the classroom door - there was only one classroom in the orphanage.
The desks and chairs in the classroom were piled in the corner, clearing an open space. On the open space were sixteen small corpses, sealed in body bags.
The city's crematoriums and hospital morgues are full, and the crematoriums are working overtime to burn corpses. Because they have no family members, these children are temporarily left here, waiting for the hospital or crematorium to take over.
The Demon Eye King stood quietly in the classroom, with his hands in his pockets, without saying a word, and scarlet blood flowed from under his headband.