A war that could lead to a battle between the entire Eastern and Western pantheon and reach an inflection point has come to a brief end.
Next, until the gods on the ghost side figure out the next wave of attacks and how to break through the defense, there will not be another such a massive attack.
Of course... the daily dispatch of troops to add fuel and the constant harassing attacks may not be lacking.
That is the limit of resource consumption.
Time is passing.
Changyang Mountain's gatekeeper's office remains as it was yesterday, as it was the day before yesterday, as it was years ago, and as it was a few years ago.
Nothing seems to have changed.
However, the soldiers and Taoist soldiers who rushed to this battlefield one after another showed that it was still a cruel meat grinder.
It's just that there are no twelve demon flags, which are responsible for being erected by the city wall and cleaning the battlefield.
The corpses piled up on the battlefield, as well as the pervasive blood, were even more dazzling and shocking.
Both Guifang and Dashang arranged some immortals who were good at handling corpses and collecting evil spirits, evil spirits, blood spirits and other filthy spirits to clean up the battlefield.
There were even a few minor conflicts over these 'resources'.
After all, it didn't explode, it was just limited to some areas.
"Xingtian is recovering, and there are nine generations of Zhurong guarding him with sacred objects. If those white-skinned ones from Guifang want to come again, they have to think carefully!" Some immortals cheered loudly after drinking.
Chang Yangguan, in a fairy palace temple, is singing and dancing at this moment.
The hall is full of immortals and gods, sitting in categories and levels. Those in charge of performing in the hall include immortals from the East and captured Feitian from the West.
The breathtaking beauty seems to be just ordinary here.
While drinking and drinking, there was a faint hint of the luxury and indulgence found in high-end entertainment clubs of later generations.
Of course, all this is just an appearance.
The performance is real, the banquet is real, the food and wine are real, but if you don't like it, everything is fake again.
From the perspective of ascetics, this place is clearly a cold kiln.
There is draft everywhere, it is cold and cold, nothing could be harsher.
There are only clear water and bitter fruits in front of me, and there are no other burdens.
What is difficult for mortals to reconcile with others is not a difficulty at all when it comes to immortals and gods.
There won't be any disagreements.
The banquet became more lively.
The immortals once again expressed their congratulations and goodwill to Cao Zhe.
This is already the sixth time Cao Zhe has received a gift after becoming the ninth generation Zhurong!
Zhu Rong is the righteous god of the Eastern Heaven, a great prince conferred by the Emperor of the People, and all the princes in the southern part of Great Shang, in addition to obeying the orders of King Shang, also obey the orders of Cao Zhe, the contemporary Zhu Rong.
Even... Cao Zhe, Zhu Rong, was considered the top leader of the southern princes.
If any orders from King Shang are to be implemented in the south, they must first obtain his permission.
This is the right granted to him by heaven and earth as a prince and righteous god.
Because of his status, ordinary little gods and immortals would indeed fawn over him.
The Ming-church Immortal from Liubo Mountain walked to the palace, held the bronze wine cup, and said to Cao Zhe: "In this battle, Zhu Rong should be the first to win!"
"This cup, Xiaoxian, I wish you the best!"
After that, he drank the wine in the cup in one gulp.
Cao Zhe also stood up, holding the wine cup in hand, and also drank the fairy wine from the cup.
Although it seems that Cao Zhe sometimes seems a bit 'homely', Gouzi testifies that he is not a social person.
However, if there is no need, Cao Zhe would indeed prefer to discuss with Zhu Yuanzhang and his son how to complete the plan and launch a new Buddhism than to have a meaningless banquet.
After learning that many immortals and gods had multiple identities, Cao Zhe had indeed opened up his mind.
Perhaps to spread Buddhism and establish Buddhism, it is not necessarily necessary to go to the West first.
After laying some foundation in the East, it is also very good to naturally ignite it in the West.
However, since Cao Zhe participated in such a banquet, he had his own purpose.
The purpose is not to give gifts.
But through communication with these immortals and gods, we can understand this world and this era more truly and fully.
Also get more extraordinary mythical information about this world.
Only by gaining more knowledge reserves and accumulation can Cao Zhefang further improve on this basis.
As soon as possible, I will be able to achieve the four words of "acting willfully" in this world.
"Last time on the battlefield, Xiaoxian captured a stunning dancer, and today she dedicated it to Zhurong. I should congratulate Zhurong!" the Vidyadhara Immortal continued.
But after he said these words, the atmosphere in the hall became slightly weird.
Before Cao Zhe could say anything, the Immortal Mind-Children stretched out his sleeves and took out a treasure jar from his sleeves.
In the treasure jar, the fairy light shines.
But he saw a woman wearing golden armor and riding a chariot pulled by a white elephant.
She has fiery red hair, ocean blue eyes, snow-white skin, slender waist, and tall and plump snow-capped mountains.
Her beauty is difficult to describe in ordinary words.
She is like the most mysterious girl. When he first sees her eyes, his heart that has been turned to ashes for a hundred thousand years will beat violently for her.
The waves in my heart were like being teased with a cat's tail, it was starting to itch!
That obviously couldn't completely cover the whole body with a golden armor, it was more like an exciting COS suit.
It has an exotic style that is completely different from that of the Oriental race, causing many LSPs who count their years to count their years to breathe heavily.
The saints in this time and space have not yet established their Confucianism, and even the word "morality" has not yet emerged from "rituals and laws".
Except for those who are ascetics, most immortals and gods do not hide their desires.
However, this beauty was clearly presented to Cao Zhe, the new Zhurong, by the Immortal Clinging to the Brightness, so there was no one competing for it for the time being.
Accompanied by the Vidyadhara Immortal, the clouds turned into musicians and played exotic music.
The beautiful woman who seemed to have a part of her mind controlled, with humiliation and struggle on her face, but whose body was extremely flexible, had already begun to dance fieryly.
Walking barefoot, the steps are light and graceful.
Her dance is reminiscent of a slender, twisting snake.
Sometimes it looks like a peacock with its wings spread, gorgeous and full of exotic beauty.
Beside Cao Zhe, Ju Mang had already swallowed his saliva.
As the god of wood, he is also the god of spring.
Divinity and humanity are in harmony, and he is one of those gods whose concentration is weak when it comes to beauty.
Cao Zhe was also appreciating the dance...but just appreciating it.
The layers of Agni’s identity are still vivid in my mind.
The broken shell that was peeled off is still kept in the Time Tower by Cao Zhe. After preparation, he will break it into smaller pieces and keep it as a higher-level place in the Time Tower as a reward for completing the level.
Perhaps, gods and immortals who are accustomed to certain 'changes' don't care about the reality behind it.
They only focus on the immediate, the present.
Just like, people cannot care whether the previous life of their wife, husband, or lover was a man or a woman, a human being or something else.
But Cao Zhe still cared... He even felt very uncomfortable.
Therefore, even Cao Zhe, whose belt is not very tight, still showed a gentleman's demeanor at this moment.
Even though the beauty had already walked in front of him, almost standing and dancing on the table in front of him, he remained indifferent and focused on the plate of raw Ganoderma lucidum in front of him.
