In the blink of an eye, the entire Qingzhou has entered autumn. The bleak autumn wind makes the entire Qingzhou feel cool. On this day, an urgent report came from the Qingyi front line, saying that the Yinyang Palace suffered a great defeat and suffered heavy losses in a battle on the border. This kind of defeat was actually expected by Ding Yi. Now that the disappearance of the Yinyang Palace Master has spread throughout Daliang, it is reasonable for the Taiping Palace to take this opportunity to launch a fierce attack. Although the Yinyang Palace is the overlord of Qingzhou, it is now divided into two fronts. Even a tiger will be gradually dragged down and finally become a sick cat. Of course, fighting on these two fronts was not the original intention of the Yinyang Palace. It all depends on Ding Yi and the Chaos God Cult to help. At this moment, Ding Yi began to secretly infiltrate the Yinyang Palace. He naturally did not want the Yinyang Palace to be defeated so quickly, otherwise everything he had worked hard for would become useless. On this day, the elders were suddenly called into the Yinyang Palace. Zhao Ti and Zhao Xuan were still sitting at the top, while the people below were confused and didn't understand why they were suddenly called over.
Seeing that everyone below had arrived, Zhao Ti suddenly said: "There have been many defeats on the front line recently, and the reputation of Yin Yang Palace has been affected. Elders, do you have any suggestions?" As soon as these words came out, the people below understood instantly, but at the same time they were also a little confused. When did the real people in the upper world start to care about the affairs of the lower world? But since Zhao Ti asked, the elders naturally had to answer. One of the elders said in a deep voice: "You don't know, Immortal, it's because my palace is fighting with two palaces at the same time, and we are too busy to split our forces. Although my palace is uniquely equipped to raise people and animals, it can't withstand such consumption." Another person followed suit and said: "What Elder Wang said is right. In addition, the palace master has passed away, and there is no suitable candidate to take the position of palace master in the palace. We can only exert 70% of our strength, which is another defeat." After the two people finished speaking, everyone below nodded immediately, with a melancholy look on their faces. Zhao Ti heard this, his dull eyes swept over the crowd below, and suddenly said: "I have a method that can solve the danger on the front line." When Zhao Ti said this, the people below were stunned, but soon someone reacted and asked Zhao Ti respectfully: "May I ask the immortal, what is the method?" Zhao Ti's stiff face pulled out a weird smile, and then slowly said: "I have a secret technique that can gather evil and use it. It can be gathered and contained by a hundred-foot statue, and can be condensed into a divine technique to fight the enemy." When these words came out, many elders below were stunned. The Yin-Yang Palace is known for its Yin-Yang double poison, and is not good at refining weapons. What Zhao Ti described at this moment is undoubtedly a refining technique. Could it be that the immortals in the upper world have begun to focus on refining weapons? Although everyone was confused, they didn't say anything. After all, the front line is indeed urgent at the moment. If they don't find a way to solve it now, I'm afraid it's only a matter of time before they are defeated.
The real person is the last trump card of every temple, and it cannot be used easily. After all, as long as the real person does not end, everything is still unknown. Therefore, even if Zhao Ti and Zhao Xuan have already descended to the lower world, they cannot appear on the battlefield at will. Their role is more of a deterrent. "May I ask the real person, what materials does this statue need, and how long will it take to build?" An elder asked. "I will write you the materials. The construction method is a secret. I am not suitable to go to the front line. This matter will be handled by the master of Xuanguang Hall, Sun Qiaoer." Hearing Sun Qiaoer's name, the faces of the elders below changed again. They only found out Zhao Ti's preferences some time ago. It was just Liu Xun, the eunuch. Why did he become a lesbian now? I heard that Yao Xiangxiang and Sun Qiaoer are having a hot relationship recently. Could it be that Zhao Ti also likes this? Although everyone was confused, they did not dare to show it on their faces. Then they all responded and left the hall one after another. Outside the main hall, elders walked together in groups of three or four, talking quietly to each other. "Do you think that this immortal has become more and more strange recently?" One person asked in a low voice. "Yes, especially Zhao Xuan, he seems to have become a completely different person. You know how he looked at me before, he wanted to eat me." The man couldn't help but pull his robe as he spoke, as if he was afraid of something. "Are they seriously injured?" Someone made a guess. "Don't think about it. Being seriously injured is not something you and I can covet. Our souls are in their hands." An elder said in a muffled voice. "Hey, let's prepare those materials according to what the immortal said." "I don't know if this thing is useful." On the other side, after everyone dispersed, Zhao Ti and Zhao Xuan, who were sitting in the main hall, stood up together, and then walked mechanically to the back. The two of them passed through the secret passage at the back and came to a secret room, and then knelt on the ground together, their heads touching the ground. In front of them, a figure was sitting cross-legged. It was Ding Yi. Ding Yi looked at the two people in front of him and asked: "How are you doing with the things I told you to do?" Zhao Ti said immediately: "Master, I have arranged it, and they have no objection." Ding Yi did not say anything, but continued to ask:
"You haven't been back for so long, the upper realm won't have any doubts, right?" Zhao Xuan slowly replied: "Master, don't worry. We are just the blue phoenixes of the upper realm, and we are the mounts of the Venerable. We usually go to the lower realm to devour them to our heart's content before returning." Ding Yi nodded slightly when he heard this. This Venerable is a realm above the real person, and he also learned about it from Zhao Ti and Zhao Xuan. However, since these two people don't know much about the other methods of the Venerable, after all, they are just mounts and have no bird rights at all. Take Zhao Xuan for example, those high-ranking officials in the palace often play with him, causing his personality to change drastically, and he has been moody since then, not to mention Zhao Ti, who looks unusually beautiful. But Ding Yi is not concerned about these. He has always had a feeling these days that the matter of Changqingzi is far from being so simple. So, he wants to collect as many lifespans as possible to prevent sudden incidents. He also wants to know more about the powerful methods of the upper realm, but it's a pity that the only Zhao Ti siblings who know some of the situation are still bird people, not the core class of power at all. Thinking of this, Ding Yi sighed, waved his hand, and let the two people leave the secret room. After the two people left, Ding Yi stretched out his hand and waved, and then a black light flashed, and then the nuclear sword appeared in his hand. Touching the slightly wider black sword in his hand, the worry in Ding Yi's eyes slowed down a little. During this period, he strengthened the meteorite he collected into meteorite sand and integrated it into it, which made the weight of this nuclear sword reach 20,000 kilograms. This cost him more than 600 years of life! ! However, Ding Yi's daily life is not small at this moment. The weapons shipped to the front line alone brought him a life of about 100 years a day, plus the batch of statues sent by Sun Qiaoer, which made Ding Yi's life increase instead of decreasing, and it has reached the 5,000-year mark! 5,000 years... Ding Yi's mouth showed a grim smile. He wanted to imitate the first emperor, cast twelve bronze men, collect the evil spirits in the world, and refine new magic weapons. By then, even if he is not in the Yin-Yang Palace, he can rely on these twelve bronze men to refine the evil spirits every day and gain longevity! He Ding Yi is finally getting better! Warm reminder: The website is about to be revised, which may cause the reading progress to be lost. Please save the "bookshelf" and "reading record" in time (it is recommended to take a screenshot to save). We apologize for the inconvenience caused to you!