In the magnificent palace in the dream world, the Dream Master wearing black robes stepped into the huge palace from the mist, and the sound of footsteps echoed in the empty environment.
He quickly arrived in front of the throne, bowed and said: "Old Chang, something happened. Yuanshi Tianzun and Fu Qingyang teamed up to kill Elder Qi Chang and Eleven Chang, as well as the two masters of the Southern Branch of the Psionic Society."
The three-meter-tall cloaked giant sitting high on the throne lowered his head and fell into a long silence.
This is already the fifth master of the Southern Sect who died at the hands of Yuanshi Tianzun.
The first six Chang Lao, then the third Chang Lao, the ninth Chang Lao, and now the seventh Chang Lao, eleven Chang Lao, five masters, and the number of evil professions are few, there will be potential for new promotions in three years to replenish them.
No, it's five years.
Because Yi Chuanmei, who is most promising to be promoted to the master, and several other dream masters have returned to the spiritual realm, almost all the substitutes are dead.
Old Chang's voice was ethereal, revealing a suppressed anger.
The Dream Palmist continued: "The official account of the Songhai Branch issued an announcement in the afternoon, saying that they would launch a hunting operation against Mr. Chang from our Southern Sect, led by Yuanshi Tianzun and Fu Qingyang..."
Perhaps sensing the irritable mood revealed by Old Chang, Zhang Meng made Pingqi a little frightened.
The Dream Palace shook violently, like a sudden earthquake.
After a while, the earthquake stopped, and Zhang Mengshi, who was reporting the news, was lying on the ground, not daring to move.
The leader participated in the destruction of the Wuhen Hotel, formed a deadly feud with Yuanshi Tianzun, and failed to kill him in the Saint Realm. It is inevitable that the Southern Sect will suffer today's revenge. Da Chang Lao sighed and said solemnly: "You will do it for me." I’m going to make an announcement, asking Southern members to keep a low profile recently and not go out or have gatherings.”
As for other Chang Lao, he will notify him himself.
"I understand." The Dream Palmist bowed and retreated.
At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuan's girlfriend, who had been curled up on the bed at night from Bai Xuan's prostitution, sweating and dewy, came to the top floor of the villa wearing a bathrobe.
With the help of Fu Qingyang and Taiyimen Wolongfengxiao, he successfully gathered the materials and prepared to enter the gang warehouse tonight to refine the two elders of the Nihility Sect.
One of them is the Eleventh Elder, a mid-level 7 person, and the other is the 7th Elder, a late 7th level person.
It is worth mentioning that the top five of the Void Sect’s Chang Lao are based on strength, starting from the sixth, and are ranked according to seniority. Therefore, although Eleven Chang’s experience value is higher than that of Nine Chang’s Lao, he is ranked at the bottom, and Nine Chang’s He was promoted to master a few years earlier than him.
Before entering the gang warehouse, Zhang Yuanqing planned to deduce and look for opportunities to refine the Three Talents Pill.
The current upgrade plan is out of school, but if there are no medicinal materials, everything is empty talk.
But it is not easy to find a suitable main medicine, it is too difficult to hunt the Dark Night Rose to protect the law, and it is impossible to enter the Taiyi Sect dungeon!
If your brain can't solve the problem, you can only rely on stargazing.
Taking out the Da Luo astrolabe and lighting up the stars on the disk with the power of the stars, Zhang Yuanqing raised his head and looked up at the starry sky. His temperament became ethereal and mysterious, and his eyes were filled with pure starlight.
Zhou Tianxing's fight is like a program code, which indicates the future development and the direction of the fate of the river.
Zhang Yuanqing did not see his own ending in the river of fate.
This means that he will inevitably participate in demigod-level battles in the future. He is not qualified enough to deduce secrets.
He looked back in the Destiny River, narrowed the scale of the deduction, focused on upgrades, and then saw many shadows that were almost blurred.
Zhang Yuanqing took these shadows into account and deduced them repeatedly.
After a full hour, he opened his eyes and received a prediction from the star wish that the opportunity for refining the three elixirs would be 35 days later.
However, it seems to involve a high level of power, so I can't really see it and can only get a hunch.
"35 days later..." Zhang Yuanqing put away the astrolabe and disappeared from the rooftop of the villa.
In the copy of Mo Zong's organ city, Zhang Yuanqing carved the spirit seal pattern to summon the empress. After waiting for a long time, Lao Bangzi couldn't read it back and ignored him.
"Well, it seems she doesn't want to see me in the near future." Zhang Yuanqing sighed in disappointment.
I was still thinking about asking her to catch a Japanese travel god and feed him to eat. Now it seems that improving the recipe is the biggest concession for the stubborn and strong empress.
Zhang Yuanqing erased the spirit seal formation and began to draw the spirit refining formation.
After the Lingzhuan Formation was finished, he breathed out the power of the lunar calendar and transformed into an old man and a young man, namely the Seventh Elder and the Eleventh Elder.
The two spirits reappeared in the sky, filled with resentment, and were immediately restrained in the formation by the gloomy yin energy that erupted from the Lingzhuan formation.
"You two old men, please hand over all the props and materials in your inventory." Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile.
"Yuanshi Tianzun!" The youthful Eleven Chang's face was ferocious: "We would rather expose our souls than become your slaves. Da Chang and the leader will avenge us." Nai He was suppressed by the formation and could not self-destruct. .
Qichang Lao sneered, "You want our family? If you dream, kill us if you can."
Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "Is being tough is a traditional skill of your southern sect? I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, so I'll let Mr. Jiu Chang do your ideological work.
The beautiful woman Jiuchang Lao, who spurted out the power of the lunar calendar and turned into black smoke, saw her two colleagues standing in a familiar formation. She was stunned for the first time, and then said with a strange and complicated expression: "You, you guys too coming."
She was a little unwilling, a little angry, and a little bitter. Two more elders from the Southern Sect were murdered by Yuanshi Tianzun.
But deep down inside, there is a trace of schadenfreude.
If you have been exposed to the rain yourself, and if you see others being exposed to the rain, you will feel happier... This is an evil profession.
The two elders of the Southern Sect stared at her coldly, "You actually committed yourself to Yuanshi Tianzun, and you are living without dignity. It's better to die. Clean."
"You don't deserve to be a Southern sect leader."
"Oh, I forgot how I became a freelance dream slave girl and lost my sight."
Jiuchanglao listened with a smile on her face and waited for Liangba Shaodao to finish scolding her. She said calmly: "Between life and death, I chose life. What's wrong with that!"
"What's so shameful about becoming the master's spiritual servant? The master is most nostalgic for the spiritual servants and inferi who followed him in the early days. The former was promoted to the pinnacle saint, and the latter even stepped into the realm of domination..."
"If I serve my master well, I may be able to reach a higher level in the future, let alone a slave. I just hate that I have no body and cannot serve with beauty."
At this point, she changed the subject and said coldly: "You are in the spirit refining array, unable to self-destruct, and unable to resist. You are destined to become spiritual servants. The so-called people who know the current affairs are heroes. Since you have fallen into the hands of the Lord, Otherwise, you can abandon darkness and embrace light like me, and suffer less."
"Your props and materials are just supplements to the master. Do you really think they are so important? They are just dispensable declarations of name. If you become a spiritual servant in the future, you will have to be abused and tortured by the master. Why bother?"
The expressions of the two elders changed.
They have no ability to negotiate or resist, and they will not be able to self-destruct when they become spiritual servants in the future.
Zhang Yuanqing clapped his hands and said: "Your props are still yours to use. I won't want them, nor will I look down on them."
After the spirit body is refined into a spirit servant, it is equivalent to death. The character card automatically returns to the spirit realm, and the items in the inventory will naturally return with it. He doesn't like it.
It is not difficult to see that the two old men did not have any good props. During the day's battle, they did not have the best props, and both had level 7 quality props.
The prop god no longer looks down on low- and medium-quality props at level 7.
However, instead of returning to the spiritual realm, it is better to stay and still be used by the spirit servants when the time comes. The stronger the spirit servant is, the stronger he is.
After hearing Yuanshi Tianzun's promise, the two elders of the Southern Sect looked at each other, hesitating and struggling. After a full quarter of an hour, they chose to surrender:
In fact, even if they don't surrender, they can't escape the fate of being enslaved. Instead of doing this, it is better to hand over the props and materials and jump from the Southern Sect to work under Yuanshi Tianzun.
New job, new life.
The next day, Zhang Yuanqing hugged Guan Ya, woke up from a light sleep, put on his clothes, and after a simple wash, he crushed the jade teleportation talisman.
The scene blurred for an instant, and then became clear. In the medieval-style meeting hall, a few seconds after his figure appeared at the head of the solid wood table covered with animal skins, figures appeared out of thin air on the seats.
Xiahou Aotian, the Master of the Killing Palace, the Demon Eye King, Xiao Yuan and Ms. JOJO jumped from the high-back chairs to the table, raised their tails, arched their backs, yawned lazily and said: "We are in such a hurry for a meeting. , Who are you going to kill again? Can I apply to have a poodle hold meetings for me in the future?"
"No, Ms. JOJO." Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile: "Lao Gouchang is not a member of our gang."
He turned to look at the other three people and said: "The meeting I want to convey to everyone is an internal meeting on the return of the dead... Today's meeting announced two things: 1. I am about to enter the dungeon of the American God Association and conduct a A 35-day marathon dungeon guide. During this period, you should stay as low-key as possible and avoid causing trouble..."
"Two, after 35 days, no matter what you have to do, it is best to make time. I will arrange the task on that day."
Ms. JOJO opened her cat eyes wide and said, "Are you ready to rush for Peng to be promoted to the Lord of the Sun?"
Everyone present had different expressions. Xiahou Aotian was a little shocked. In his opinion, the strength of the copy some time ago was already the limit of the limit.
No matter whether it was psychological or physical, I felt some discomfort.
Unexpectedly, Yuanshi Tianzun would undergo a more intense and intense upgrade. Was he stimulated, or did he feel some pressure?
Madoka was more worried and frowned, "What's wrong?'"
Zhang Yuanqing said solemnly: "I watched the stars last night and found that the fate of two months later cannot be deduced or watched. This means that in two months, the world will be in chaos and the levels involved will be extremely high."
"I have a feeling something big will happen in two months."
The Demon Eye King raised his eyebrows: "Two months later, the moral value will disappear again?"
Zhang Yuanqing said: "It's extremely possible."
No wonder he was in a hurry to upgrade. Everyone suddenly realized that Yuanshi Tianzun, who intended to compete for the throne of the Lord of the Sun, was now only a level 7 ruler, far away from the peak ruler, let alone the realm of demigod.
It’s normal to be stressed.
"Two months..." The Demon Eye King whispered to himself.
Zhang Yuanqing continued: "In this upgrade, I will not bring any more. You guys stay dormant. I will communicate with the Meishen Association and publish the copy strategy situation regularly. You can understand my current situation through the published information."
"If I die in the dungeon, Xiahou Aotian will take over the position of gang leader and become your leader."
For some reason, Xiahou Aotian didn't feel happy.
"While entering the dungeon, I cannot provide you with my help. I will hand over the props in the gang warehouse to Xiahou Aotian. If you encounter any trouble, just go to him."
Zhang Yuanqing said: "If there is no problem, let's adjourn the meeting."
"Wait a minute!" The Master of the Killing Palace raised his hand and asked, "Will there be a sleeping girl in the gang copy of the God of Beauty Association?"
Madoka immediately looked at Yun with burning eyes like a lioness guarding her territory.
Zhang Yuanqing seemed not to have heard and said without changing his expression: "The meeting is dismissed."
Bang!
He was the first to leave the conference hall.
