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Chapter 291

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"Fierce?"

The Overgod looked at the bloody words on the ground and the corpse of the One Word Immortal. The notification of the increase of authority rang in his ears. His face darkened, but he laughed again. "The mysteries of heaven are unpredictable, and humans are even more elusive. I am the emperor of the heavens and the will of the Divine Temple. How dare you judge my fortune?"

A ball of flame fell and turned the One Word Immortal into ashes, but the figure of the Overgod had already disappeared.



"I've really stirred up a storm this time, haven't I?"

In Shangzhou, Wu Ming sat cross-legged, thinking about the gains and losses.

"Anyone with a discerning eye will know that this task is wrong. But a large number of low-level authority holders, as long as they are not afraid of being obliterated, have to come … Moreover, in the process of this bloody battle, there will not be a transfer of authority. Instead, it will be accumulated together, and finally gathered to the winner!"

This automatically excluded a portion of the people with authority.

After all, the higher one's authority was, the stronger one's strength would be. If there was an expert who could resist and kill, and had a pure heart and few desires, they might not participate in this muddy water. Another powerful competitor would be eliminated.

In fact, in this stage built by Wu Ming, only he and the Overgod were the main characters. The others were just supporting roles.

"I can now vaguely feel that … in terms of authority, I have the highest authority among all the Reincarnators … even …"

Wu Ming waved his hand, and the light screen of the Divine Temple automatically appeared.

"Display the information of the Reincarnators!"

[Ding! Respected Overgod, you request to access the information of the Reincarnators … Confirming authority, partial authority granted, you will receive part of the information of the Reincarnators!]

The Divine Temple immediately replied:

[Total number of Reincarnators: 1734! Among them, authority holders: 33! Specific personnel information cannot be checked due to insufficient authority!]

"There are only 33 left. I remember there were 34 before. It seems that the Overgod's will has not stopped!"

Wu Ming pondered for a moment. "Divide the strength of the Reincarnators according to my level!"

[Level One Reincarnators: 889! Level Two Reincarnators: 772! Level Three Reincarnators: 53! Level Four Reincarnators: 17! Level Five Reincarnators: 3!]

"Hmm …"

Wu Ming rubbed his chin. With one less Level Four Reincarnator, it seemed that the gains from the Divine Will were not small.

Ever since he killed Yu Qingzi and increased his authority, he could check the number of Samsara travelers in the main divine hall. Although he couldn't obtain specific information, it was enough for him to make a plan.

Otherwise, Wu Ming would be an idiot to issue this mission if he saw that there were Level Six Great Mediums among them. It would be a gift for others.

"But … there's actually a level five Reincarnator?"

Of the three level-5s, one was naturally him, and the other was definitely the Sovereign's Will. The fact that there was still one left surprised Wu Ming.

"The Main Divine Hall must have added some restrictions. Otherwise, if a Rank 6 Great Divine Ability appeared before the final master was decided, it would not be good for concealment, and it would destroy the balance …"

The great mediums of the outside world might not be able to grasp the pulse of the main divine hall, but the Reincarnators of the sixth level might be able to destroy it from the inside.

Although this was only Wu Ming's guess, it was possible. After all, the absence of a Rank 6 Reincarnator was the best proof!

"The Storms of the Eight Directions are gathering in the Shang Province!"

When Wu Ming saw this, he suddenly smiled, and his whole person disappeared again …



"Vermilion Bird Camp in position! Black Tortoise Camp, get ready! "

In the imperial city, outside the Eight Trigrams Supervision Hall, Chou Yi held the Black Tortoise Sword and stared at the opened passage. There was even some sweat on his face.

"Black Tortoise Camp has arrived!"

A talisman flashed, and the news was sent out.

"Good!"

The voice was heard, and then there was dead silence.

Tap tap!

In the silence, a series of footsteps could be heard clearly.

"They're here!" Chou Yi's eyes were burning with fear.

As the footsteps approached, a figure wearing the uniform of the Anomaly News Department appeared. It was Goshawk!

"Save … save me!"

He was in a sorry state, and his Talisman Aura was dim. He held a Malevolent Aura Crystal in his hand. The moment he stepped out of the passage, he shouted with joy on his face.

"Roar!

Roar! "Suddenly, a black shadow twice the size of a normal person chased after him, causing his expression to change.

It was a dragon monster that was chasing after it. It stretched out its black claws, and the already dim spiritual light could no longer protect it. It was instantly destroyed. Even though the eagle was skilled in martial arts, it was still no different from an ant in front of the dragon monster that had the body of a Martial Saint!

"Poof!"

The sharp claws pierced through his back without any resistance, and his chest protruded. It grabbed a bright red human heart and clenched it.

As blood gushed out, the joy on Goshawk's face gradually froze.

"Now! Four Emblems Sword Array, kill! "

Chou Yi's Primordial Spirit left his body and attached itself to the sword. The Black Flying Sword shook and revealed the shape of a Black Tortoise. It was as majestic as a mountain, and it instantly blocked the passage.

"Roar!

Roar! "

Red, white, and green lights flickered at the side, turning into a Vermilion Bird, a White Tiger, and an Azure Dragon. They fiercely charged forward and fought with the dragon monster.

"Roar!

Roar! "Even though it was one against four, the dragon monster's ferocity did not diminish. It came and went like the wind, as if it wanted to break through the blockade and kill the experts from the Anomaly News Department.

Buzz!

At that moment, a sword beam flew out from the Eight Trigrams Palace as if it had triggered the wrath of heaven and earth. With just one strike, it left a wound on the dragon monster's body, and black blood gushed out!

Legalism's Heavenly Punishment Sword!

Cui Jue's voice sounded. "What are you waiting for?"

Chou Yi and the other Deputy Commanders and Guardian Envoys' faces hardened. They bit the tip of their tongues and spat out blood.

After the Four Spirits Flying Sword was stained with blood, its power skyrocketed. It suddenly turned into a four-colored mystic light and instantly nailed the dragon monster's limbs.

"Slash!"

Cui Jue attacked again. The Heavenly Punishment Sword flashed, and the dragon monster was stunned for a moment before its huge head finally fell off.

"Phew …"

Chou Yi kept the flying sword. Looking at the traces of black murderous aura on it, he could not help but feel his heart ache. His face was pale, and it was obvious that his Primordial Qi was damaged.

"Father …"

As for the cries and grievances from Cang Feiyan, they were completely ignored.

"Very good!"

Cui Jue walked over and inspected the dragon monster. He said indifferently, "Three of the dragon monsters have been killed. As long as we come a few more times, we will definitely be able to clean up the mausoleum! Then, we can rest assured about the Ancestral Dragon Cave! Rest for two hours before sending people out again! "

After saying that, he immediately ordered people to carry the dragon monster's corpse back to the palace. He did not even look at Cang Ying again.

The Legalists had many ruthless officials who would do anything to achieve their goals. To Cui Jue, the other party was a member of the Anomaly News Department, and it was only right for him to die for the imperial court. He would definitely be rewarded after the matter was over, and that was enough!

If he had any other desires, then he had resentment, and it was not wrong to kill him!

Cang Feiyan's eyes were bloodshot. He hugged Cang Ying's corpse, but his eyes were lowered, and there was a flash of vague hatred.

"Sigh … Your father sacrificed his life for the country, and the imperial court will definitely compensate him. Do you have any children in your family? You should take care of them … "

Chou Yi went forward and comforted him, but he was a little distracted.

"My father has no children, and he only has a nephew, who also died in the mausoleum …"

Cang Feiyan answered timidly with red eyes. This caused Chou Yi's expression to change, and he could not help but say gently, "… That's a little difficult, but don't worry. Your father is a loyal official, and I'll definitely write a memorial in the future to reward him and choose a family member to inherit the family …"

"Thank you, sir!"

Cang Feiyan bowed. When he sensed Chou Yi's strange gaze, the hatred in his heart coiled up like a venomous snake.



Chou Yi did not pay much attention to her. Although a woman was good, he had a high status and authority. Whether it was in his sect or the imperial court, he had glory and wealth, so what beauty could he not have?

However, this woman was young and had the cultivation of a wizard, which was not bad. She was a suitable candidate for a concubine.

Although there was no cultivation partner cultivation method in the sect, there were still a few cultivation furnace methods.

This thought flashed through Chou Yi's mind, and he looked at the Eight Trigrams Palace with a melancholy expression.

"Previously … we sent out all our elites, but we actually provoked the attacks of several dragon monsters. We suffered heavy casualties and had no choice but to retreat. If not for that lord, we would probably have lost more than half of our forces!"

"Seeing that things couldn't be done … Yama Sheng could only use the old method, and ordered us to use the crystals as bait to kill the dragon monsters one by one to reduce their numbers …"

"However, this matter is dangerous. Only a few of the dozen scouts will survive …"

Rumble! Rumble!

There was another tremor, and the expressions of Chou Yi and the others changed.

"The earth dragons are shaking more and more frequently now, and the Ancestral Dragon Cave is about to change. What should we do?"

He could not help but look at the Surveillance Hall.

There were only four people in the center of the Eight Trigrams Formation in the hall.

Yama Sheng, Cui Jue, Prince Yong, and an old and decrepit Confucian scholar with eyes as warm as jade.

He was the mysterious man that Wu Ming felt was slightly dangerous, and the one who had attacked in the imperial mausoleum.

"We've killed another one this time. If this continues, we'll be able to clear the imperial mausoleum in a few days …"

Yama Sheng's face lit up when he saw the corpse.

On the other hand, Prince Yong's face was filled with fear when he saw the ferocious corpse of the dragon monster. He looked at the old scholar beside him, and his expression became much better.

"What do you think, Grand Tutor Xiang?"

Cui Jue looked at the old scholar with respect.

The Confucian school cultivated the Noble Spirit, and there were many branches. This Grand Tutor Xiang belonged to the southern school of mind. When he was young, he had consecutively passed the Six Yuan Examinations, and was famous throughout the world. After becoming the Zhuangyuan Scholar, he was appointed to the Hanlin Academy. After studying and cultivating his Noble Spirit for decades, not only did he achieve great success in the Noble Spirit Body, he could be called a Confucian Sage, and he had also improved to the point of understanding reason and being able to foresee the future.

This meant that some old scholars were righteous and had no distracting thoughts in their hearts. They could even sense their own fortune and fortune, and seek fortune and avoid calamity.

Divination and medicine could not cure themselves, but the ability to foresee the future was of a higher level.

At this level of knowledge, one could already start his own school, and a hundred years later, he would be known as' Master Xiang '!

In Wu Ming's opinion, this was the fifth level of the Confucian school!

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