He Ming's talent was good, but he was lacking compared to Xiao.
"Your father told you this before he died." The large man recovered his indifference.
Threads of blood appeared in the large man's grey pupils. For the first time, his indifferent face showed emotion.
The large man sat on the chair. His body was as large as a metal tower. Even sitting there, he gave people a strong feeling of pressure. His short hair was straight but almost all of it was white. The scars crisscrossing his face were terrifying. There was no emotion in his grey pupils. Every part of his body that was exposed was covered in densely packed scars, and it was a ghastly sight.
"It's not good to be like this … …" Zuo Mo pestered.
Pu Yao glanced at him. "I heard that the Battle General House has some good seeds. Don't bite off more than you can chew. A good fighter is not learned, but fought. "
Two-thirds of the elders and seven years of sacrifice finally showed their astounding power.
Even Zuo Mo felt the pressure from Kun Lun.
The sect leader stilled and then was overjoyed. "Many thanks, Uncle Zhong, many thanks, Uncle Zhong!"
Zuo Mo shook his head. "Didn't you see those people from Kun Lun? If I was any slower, I would only be eating their dust."
But if Pu Yao spoke so formally, it definitely was a serious matter. If it was a scam, this guy definitely would not make a sound.
"Internal affairs talent?" Pu Yao's brow furrowed. "This kind of person is not easy to find or recruit."
Zuo Mo's interest was even greater. Seeds that Pu Yao said were not bad probably had good talent. He immediately had a covetous expression. "How about it? Should I pull them over? I'll create a few battalions for them to play with? "
Looking at Wei who was in meditation, Zuo Mo asked Pu Yao, "When will Wei wake up?"
Zuo Mo nodded. "Alright."
Pu Yao was silent.
The present Mo Cloud Sea was sixty-nine jie, including the three jie under the rule of Rare Artifacts Hall.
Pu Yao was shocked by Zuo Mo's rate of improvement. In these seven years, Zuo Mo had maintained an astounding rate of improvement. This rate of improvement showed no signs of slowing down.
After Zuo Mo returned, He Ming immediately sighed in relief. He did not dare to make some decisions.
While he had fought against Kun Lun countless times in the thousand year war, Kun Lun was still determined to advance after such a long period of peace. Even a former enemy like Pu Yao had to respect such a Kun Lun.
Similar problems were all piled in front of Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo's head was in a mess.
"Uncle Zhong, for my father's sake, please help your nephew this once." The sect leader lowered his voice and bowed. He said sorrowfully, "We have lost three battles in a month, Xi Xuan's weakness has been exposed. The surrounding factions are already moving. I have investigated the battalions, they are rotten to the core. The enormous Xi Xuan doesn't have a battalion that can fight! "
But he still went back to guard the warehouse, and his days were more comfortable.
The Sect Leader took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and disappeared behind it.
Zuo Mo's expression became serious. He waved down the paper crane and opened it.
The big man was indifferent and unmoved. "Send the guest out."
The Sect Leader was dumbfounded.
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The sect leader's body shook. He resisted the bone-chilling killing intent and suddenly stopped crying. He gritted out, "If Uncle Zhong is willing to leave the mountain, this nephew is willing to build the Mausoleum of Yun Ji on the Central Plains!"
Beside the burly man, there were two men standing on either side of him. Both of them had scars of varying sizes all over their bodies.
"There is no other way. Listen to what the outside is saying. Ha, our Xi Xuan is the second Xuan Kong Temple. The Three Heroes of Xi Xuan, tsk tsk, none of them are in Xi Xuan. The outside say that I am useless, they are not wrong. However, no one knows the situation of the sect better than you. Who forced Gu Liang Dao away? Shuang Yu, I said I would win him over, hmph, and the result? No one was willing to give up anything. "
"The battalions are in your hands. The battle generals are all your nephews and disciples. Ha, that's nothing. Don't let the goodies go to outsiders, I understand. Please pick those that have some skill. Tsk tsk, look, three battalions were defeated in one month. No wonder people say we are the second of Xuan Kong Temple! "
A large batch of young and powerful youths started to appear in Kun Lun. These youths that had grown up in the time that their elders had traded for with their blood were filled with a sense of responsibility. They were unprecedentedly united. They possessed astounding discipline. Like their elders, they were not afraid of sacrifice.
"Stand guard outside," the sect leader said coolly. The other elders all sighed in relief and nodded in response. Their gazes as they looked at the bronze door were filled with deep terror and awe.
The elders' faces were a mix of black and white, shame and anger mixed together.
Cloud Sea Jie had been organized under He Ming's management, but the present Mo Cloud Sea was much larger than it had been in the past. He Ming found it hard to maintain.
This kind of Kun Lun was terrifying, it was terrifying to the entire world.
The large man in front of him was unaffected and had an indifferent expression.
The sect leader's face paled and he was shocked. He hadn't thought that Uncle Zhong would be able to guess it.
The sacrifice of their fathers, masters, and shishu had greatly affected the genius youths of Kun Lun. They did not need supervision, did not need to be spurred on. They furiously and silently cultivated day and night, not caring for their lives.
At the end of the stone stairs was a large bronze door.
"Where is her ling bone?" the large man suddenly asked.
After a moment of silence, the large man suddenly said, "I promise you."
The sect leader felt as though he had been hit by a heavy hammer. He flew back dozens of zhang.
"Think of a way! No matter the cost! " Zuo Mo bared his teeth.
The elders were silent. No one made a sound.
In these seven years, the number of elders that Kun Lun had lost surpassed the number of elders that Kun Lun had lost in the past three hundred years. Less than a third of Kun Lun's elders remained.
"I have other plans." Pu Yao unhesitatingly rejected Zuo Mo's suggestion.
He desperately desired an outstanding internal affairs talent. At this time, he understood that the value of an outstanding internal affairs talent was not any less than a top battle general. He was extremely jealous of Gu Liang Dao. Xiao did not have any combat power, but he was outstanding in internal affairs. Gu Liang Dao did not care at all and focused on training and fighting.
The two people standing solemnly at the side suddenly released killing intent that leapt at the sect leader like a tsunami.
The sect leader's cold and sharp words echoed in the tunnel. The elders' faces alternated between green and white. No one made a sound.
He felt Uncle Zhong's gaze was like a pair of pincers that clamped down on him. He almost couldn't breathe. He instinctively said, "In … … in the secret room, Father made a spell altar to worship."
"What?" The sect leader did not stop. A disdainful smile floated at the corner of his mouth. "Afraid?"
"In other words, he knew in the past that Yun Ji was innocent," the large man said to himself. His voice was desolate. "I volunteered to guard the Abyss Fiend Prison for fifty years. I hadn't thought that I would still be schemed against by you and your son."
"Give Nan Yue and the others to me for a while," Pu Yao said.
"We did not receive the news beforehand … …" an elder quibbled.
Following the stone stairs down, they flew for four hours but they still could not see the end of the stone stairs.
Zuo Mo was so busy he spun around. He increasingly felt that he needed a powerful administrative talent. The present Chief Steward of Mo Cloud Sea, He Ming, was a local of Cloud Sea Jie and had been recommended by Bao Yi. Bao Yi had been a small merchant and felt great pressure. His hair was about to turn white. He coincidentally found that He Ming's skill was pretty good and promoted him. In the end, He Ming was given the position of Chief Steward.
Plop.
"The Mausoleum of Yun Ji must be built in two years."
With the present wealth of Mo Cloud Sea, it was enough for Zuo Mo to have the confidence to say such a thing.
There were many resource jie, the frequent movement of resources, the supply of battalions, the selection of talents and so on. It was extremely complex.
Pu Yao had a smug expression. "There are a few good ones."
The pressure on his body eased. He collapsed to the ground, panting furiously as he looked in terror at Uncle Zhong.
Inside the tunnels, they flew for three days and three nights. The sect leader and the elders all had slightly tired expressions.
Those that had been fighting at the frontlines of Kun Lun in the past few years were all elders.
"I have repaid your father's favor," the large man said coolly. "I need to guard the Abyss Fiend Prison, find someone else."
Boom!
"So other people have to tell you before they attack you?" The sect leader smirked coldly. "Look, what kind of faction defeated us, little factions that can't even call out their names. All of them are experts in internal fighting. If they were fighting outside, they would have half the skill in internal fighting. Tsk tsk, our sect would have unified the Four Realms a long time ago. "
There seemed to be no end to the stone staircase, leading to the depths of the earth, dark and bottomless. The surrounding walls were carved with all kinds of seal scripts. Some had started to peel off. They clearly had been here for a long time.
"I don't know." Pu Yao shook his head. "He needs time to adjust to the changes in your shen power. You really are a freak, your shen power has progressed too quickly!"
For example, the problem of production. Golden Crow Camp had great production capabilities and was the most important source of income for Mo Cloud Sea. What to produce was undoubtedly the most important problem, especially in this era of great unrest and rapid change. Other than Zuo Mo, no one dared to make a decision.
"Xi Xuan's famed general Zhong De came out, led the Abyss Fiend Prison Battalion and bathed the Central Plains in blood. Thirteen elders were killed, their corpses exposed for ten days. More than seven thousand people were implicated, blood flowed like rivers!"
Zuo Mo suddenly thought of something and asked curiously, "What about your Pu Pu's Home of Battle Generals? How is it going? "
Zuo Mo smiled. He knew that Pu Yao was right. He had just been greedy. Fortunately, his skin was thick and this was a common occurrence.
Suddenly, a paper crane flew over.
The sect leader disregarded the blood at the corner of his mouth and struggled to get up. "Yun Ji has made great contributions to our Xi Xuan. When the Mausoleum of Yun Ji is built, I will send the sect leader's decree. The core disciples and the elders must come and pay their respects!"
The sect leader suddenly knelt on the ground and sobbed. "Uncle Zhong, Xi Xuan is in danger, please, save Xi Xuan! If you do not act, Xi Xuan will be destroyed! Uncle Zhong, if you come out of the mountain, this nephew is willing to give up the position of sect leader. "
"En, I will pay attention." Pu Yao nodded.
"Sect Leader … …" the elder at the very front muttered. His voice was unusually clear in the oppressive silence and frightened everyone else. Some of the more timid elders had a slight change in their expressions, and fear appeared on their faces.
The sect leader's expression was ashen.
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The burly man suddenly looked at the Sect Leader with a smile that was not a smile. His face, which was covered with scars, became unspeakably strange and terrifying. "Your father schemed and schemed against me, but he could never have imagined that I only had three years left to live."
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