Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but be surprised when he saw the call from Song Xingxue. He hadn't seen him again in the past few years since his last visit to the library.
The phone call came suddenly, and I thought that it was probably related to the rise of Zongji after being reused by the Great Emperor.
Thinking of this, Ding Xiaoyi pressed the answer button.
"Long time no see. Let's make an appointment to meet."
Song Xingxue's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Okay! You can make an appointment." Ding Xiaoyi nodded and agreed readily.
The place where the two met was not remote, it was a coffee shop in City S.
When Ding Xiaoyi arrived, Song Xingxue was already waiting for him there.
"To make a long story short, you called me here just to catch up with me."
After he sat down, he looked up and down at Song Xingxue, and a glimmer of light flashed in his eyes.
He found that he had not been able to see Song Xingxue's strength for a while.
This guy was sitting in front of him, and his aura was as unpredictable as a fog.
"God level!"
As if surprised by Ding Xiaoyi, Song Xingxue showed the fan in his hand, and there were two big words written on it: "Low-key"
"Hehe, I'm lucky. I got the upper hand in a foreign land and occupied their godly position."
Songxing Xuelian's face was full of enthusiasm, and he made it clear that he wanted to show off to Ding Xiaoyi.
"Is this why you called me here??" He admitted that he was a little sad. After all the hard work, he finally reached the upper level. He didn't expect that this guy would break through to the god level.
It is inevitable for anyone to feel sore for a while.
"Of course not. It's just a god level. Without authority, it's just a false name."
Song Xingxue closed the fan and unfolded it again, only to see a lifelike map on the fan.
"I asked you out today not to show off to you, but to tell you something."
As he spoke, he shook the fan and saw that the map on the fan was like a projection, shining in the air.
On the map, there is the Alliance in the east, the Yi people in the west, a world of glaciers in the south, and the boundless sea in the north.
And on this map, he found that there were nearly seventy-eight fluorescent flashing light spots, large and small.
Some light spots are even moving rapidly.
"These light spots are foreign lands. A year ago, there were 800 of them. A month ago, there were still a hundred. A week ago, there were eighty-nine. Today, eleven have disappeared. Only this is left.
Clicked."
"They're devouring!"
Ding Xiaoyi recalled that he had seen scenes of foreign lands devouring each other, and he couldn't help but frown.
"The number of divine thrones is limited. There is only one divine throne in a foreign land. If other foreign lands want to increase their power by a few more divine thrones, they must devour other foreign lands, seize their divine thrones, and even kill them.
Death to their gods.”
As he spoke, he pointed to the area near the Yi people and said: "There used to be many here, but now there is only one foreign land left."
"Tian Yuan Holy Land!" Ding Xiaoyi glanced at his position and blurted out.
"Huh!"
Song Xingxue didn't expect that he even knew this, so he couldn't help but be quite surprised. He glanced at Ding Xiaoyi and nodded thoughtfully.
"It seems that you have noticed it during this time."
"Yeah!" He briefly told the story of wanting to kill him from Tianyuan Holy Land, but ignored the story of Zhen Beifeng.
"I see, hum, he deserves it. If he dares to mess with our brother, remember to call me next time and we will kill him happily."
The small book stand that book lovers used before has been hung up and is now basically in use.
Seeing how enthusiastic this guy was, Ding Xiaoyi felt a little uncomfortable, but seeing that he had lost all his previous decadence, it seemed that he had another chance during this period.
"Don't worry, I think there will always be a chance."
"Yes, the opportunity will come soon." Song Xingxue said with a sinister cold light in his eyes: "The annexation of these foreign lands is getting faster and faster, which shows that the era of gods coming to the world and fighting for power is coming soon. How about we join forces?
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"authority!"
Ding Xiaoyi's heart was moved.
Although he is not very clear about what the so-called authority is, he has a deep understanding of the power of authority.
With a decree from the emperor, the majestic leader of the Netherworld was restrained and he had to accept the task of killing the gods.
Even just one word can make the old man go to a cold ghost place like Huangquan Sluice to take over from the blood river ancestor.
Even in one's own territory, the supreme power of life and death is the power of authority.
Shinto has no hierarchy, it only talks about power.
There may be differences in strength between gods, but what often determines the strength of gods is not just strength, but also authority.
Even if you have not set foot in the realm of gods, don't forget that you still have Jade Lady.
Wouldn't it be nice to assist Yu Niang in fighting for power, while you hide behind and pick up the bowls and chopsticks to eat soft rice?
"Let me show you something."
I saw the fan in my hand swaying on the table, and a bronze iron rod appeared on the table.
Ding Xiaoyi took a look at it, picked it up and looked at it carefully, and said confusedly: "With that iron rod of yours, do you want to tell the story that one iron rod can be bent, but a bundle of iron rods cannot be bent?"
Song Xingxue's face darkened, and he snatched the iron rod away: "Get out!"
He gently wiped the iron rod and said: "I almost lost my life in order to get this thing. If you dare to bend it, I will bend it to you first."
After saying that, Ding Xiaoyi narrowed his eyes, his eyes became weird, and he looked up and down at Song Xingxue: "Oh, I'm looking forward to it!"
Song Xingxue stared, knowing that he had said the wrong thing. He didn't answer the question and said sternly: "Stop talking nonsense, this baby is called the Divine Whip!"
"You call this a whip?"
Ding Xiaoyi looked at the iron rod and once suspected that Song Xingxue was insulting his IQ.
"Don't talk nonsense. I've seen the list of gods. No matter how hard the whip on Jiang Ziya's hand is, it's not like this."
Song Xingxue looked distressed: "It's superficial. It's really a magic whip. My master directed me to find it. I almost lost half my life because of it. How can I lie to you??"
Seeing his serious look, Ding Xiaoyi looked at the iron rod again, but after looking at it horizontally and vertically for a long time, it was really difficult to connect the legendary whip with this bronze ax stick.
"Wait a minute! I won't argue with you anymore. Let me evaluate it first."
He simply stopped continuing this insignificant argument and directly took out the mirror and pointed it behind the iron rod.
Soon, the dog head looking at the back of the mirror slowly opened his mouth and said: "Well... the ancients had sacrifices, and ordinary sacrifices had a cauldron. The meat was cooked in the cauldron, and the meat was rotten, rich in flavor, white in color, tasteless and fat."
Seeing Zhao Youjing actually reciting the recipe, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't help but said with embarrassment: "Stop memorizing it, hurry up, what is this thing?"
"Look if there is a small hole at the end of the stick. If so, this thing is...a spoon for cooking meat."
"What??"
Song Xingxue's eyes widened, he quickly took a look, breathed a sigh of relief, and said angrily: "No!"
"Oh, that's right, this is an iron rod for poking meat."
"Impossible! Do you use an iron rod to poke meat? Besides, the end is not sharp. It is obviously a whip."
Song Xingxue glared at the mirror, thinking that the mirror was talking nonsense.
"Er..."
Zhao Youjing glanced at Song Xingxue with suspicious eyes, and nodded heavily: "It seems I can't hide it anymore, okay, in fact, this and the stick are the legendary artifacts, the Xuanyuan Divine Sword."
"Sword?" Song Xingxue snatched the mirror away and almost hit him with the iron rod: "Look at it clearly, you call this thing a sword? Are you kidding me?"
But Zhao Youjing ignored him at all. He just glanced sideways at Ding Xiaoyi and said, "This guy is sick and get treated quickly."
After saying that, he looked in the mirror, closed his eyes, and fell asleep again.
Hearing this, Ding Xiaoyi suppressed a smile and quickly put away the mirror, fearing that Song Xingxue would become angry and smash his treasure.
"Iron rod, that's impossible, why is it an iron rod?"
Song Xingxue looked in disbelief. He was sure that when he was in danger, it was this iron rod that helped him survive the crisis.
Therefore, he firmly believed that this object must be the magic whip he was looking for.
Seeing his dazed look, Ding Xiaoyi couldn't bear to hit him anymore.
He cleared his throat and said comfortingly: "Ahem, don't worry about it. If no one is mistaken, we can join forces, but you can tell us how to join forces first."
Song Xingxue was in a daze for a while. After thinking about it, he put away the iron rod first and planned to go home and study it slowly. For now, he would like to talk about serious matters first.
Thinking of this, he said in a deep voice: "Simple, let's kill the old gods first, and then the new gods."
It is difficult to determine the strength of the old gods, because they all survived from another era. Even if they revive, their strength will be greatly reduced.
But their accumulation over thousands of years must be very rich. Killing the old gods first will strengthen them on the one hand, and on the other hand, it can also accumulate experience in hunting the most powerful gods.
Moreover, the old gods are here in this world, so there is no need for them to rush into foreign lands and take risks in other people's territory.
The only bad thing is that the old gods have very little authority. They have already fallen, otherwise it would be their turn to kill them.
"Okay, let's kill the old gods first, but we have to wait a little longer."
Ding Xiaoyi thought of the group of birdmen back then, and a cold light flashed in his eyes, and he was about to attack them.
It's just that the God-Slaying Platform has not been built yet, so he wants to wait for a while. After the God-Slaying Platform is built, he can use it to clear a wave of Emperor's quests.
"Okay, I just want to stabilize my strength. By the way... senior brother, there is one more thing."
When Song Xingxue said this, he couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed, his voice became shy when he spoke, and he even changed his title.
"Come on, if you fart, just let it go."
When Ding Xiaoyi saw his appearance, he knew that this guy's alliance with him was most likely impromptu, and only then did he show his fox tail.
"Um, let's borrow some money." Songxing rubbed his fingers together.
"Ming Qian?" He couldn't help but feel weird. Brother Qiu gave him a lot last time. Although a few years had passed, the money was enough for him to spend for a while, and it was gone so quickly?
"There was still some stock, wasn't it given to me by my master..." Song Xingxue looked helpless, unfolding the fan in his hand, and saw a line of small words written on it: [Lend him a small target first]