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Chapter 430 Qingzhou Overlord

In the Tongtian Hall of Baidi City, the black shadow walked forward two steps. The momentum in the hall suddenly turned dull, and half a foot of flames rose from the candlesticks around it, and was pressed by the overflowing aura.

The man seemed to be standing in the strong wind, his clothes were blown away, and he said in a deep voice: "Your Majesty, it is said that the True Lord Tianyu has been designated as the head of the Shengxian Sect, and Qingzhou has been rewarded by Wuji Sect. Although the True Lord Weijun has formed a golden elixir, it is probably inappropriate to stay in Qingjiang City."

"Not bad!" The man in the dark shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "But I have pacified the King of Wei and unified the sects of Ningzhou. Elder Yu has even recruited several Jindan cultivators to establish the Tianyi Sect of the Jindan Sect in Baidi Mountain, Ningzhou."

The gray-shirted man said thoughtfully, "So what does your master mean?"

The man in the dark snorted coldly and said in a deep voice: "I will enthrone the True Man Weijun as the True Lord of Tianwei, as the first head of the Tianyi Sect, and become the Jindan Sect that commands Ningzhou."

The man in gray clothes seemed not surprised, but said, "Your Majesty, it is quite difficult to take Qingjiang City. Do you have to give up someone for nothing?"

The man in the dark shook his head slightly and sighed, "My father has appointed Zhenjun Tianyu as the head of the Shengxian Sect, and has rewarded Qingzhou to the new Jindan Sect Wuji Sect. The various arrangements of our seats have been completely disrupted. As the saying goes, take a step back and the sea is wide open, and endure a step is calm. You must not lose the big picture for the mere Qingjiang City."

The man in gray clothes seemed to be unwilling to accept his face, and reached out to make a move to wipe his neck with his hand. He said in a sinister voice: "Your Majesty, the seventeenth young master didn't know the current affairs back then, and Feng Laosi sent his soul back to the west. It's not like to finish his mind. Now it's better to do it and find an opportunity to get rid of Tianyu..."

"Stop!" The man in gray clothes had not finished speaking. The man in the dark immediately made an angry and said in displeasure: "The fall of the Seventeenth Prince was not only the thunderous anger of the king and father, but also the true Lord Wansheng had already suspected that he had been, Elder Lei, this matter must not be done."

"Yes, my subordinates will follow the will of the emperor and will not act recklessly!" The man in gray-shirt sweated over his forehead, but he said, "In this way, are you not going to Qingzhou?"

"Elder Ding was in the court, and his father had already begun to retreat and was preparing to attack the realm of the Yuanying True King. I must rush back to the court as soon as possible to avoid any trouble from the true Lord Wansheng." The man in the dark pondered for a moment, and said disdainfully: "True King Tianyu is not full of wings, and Wuji Sect is just a clown who jumps the beam. What's more, if there are troubles in Ningzhou and Qingzhou again, let alone the princes and ministers of the Zhengguojun room, I am afraid that the Qin royal family will be held accountable, and I will not touch them for the time being."

"Why are they the two of them?" The gray-shirted man snorted coldly and said angrily: "I have doubted the fall of the True Lord of Xijin that day and the disappearance of the third-grade spirit stone vein of Wuyin Peak are probably related to the True Lord of Wuji."

"The King of Xijin has a eccentric temper and has committed countless killings. In the Great Qin Kingdom, he has made countless enemies. Now that he is dead, he is afraid that countless people will applaud. Even if he knows that it is the True Lord Wuji, the True Lord of Zhongtu will not pursue it. This is just a trivial matter."

The man in the dark shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "But the Wuji Zhenren is a little capable. He can actually relocate the third-grade spirit stone vein thousands of miles away. Even I didn't expect it. However, this is a crooked path, but it is not worth fearing."

The man in gray clothes nodded slightly and said in a voice: "The fourth person in Feng Laosi had tried the palm of Wuji Zhenjun that day. Although this person has some skills, he is afraid that he will not even be qualified to carry his shoes."

The man from Darkness snorted coldly, as if he was extremely disdainful. After pondering for a moment, he ordered: "Elder Lei, go to Qingjiang City again and pass on my orders, so that Zhenren Weijun led his subordinates to evacuate Qingjiang City, take charge of Tianyi Sect, and command the cultivation sects of Ningzhou."

"Yes, my subordinates obey the order! Then we go to Qingjiang City."

Before he finished speaking, a lightning flashed through the void, and no one in the air seemed to have never appeared.

At the same time, with a "huh!", the candles around the hall were extinguished, the incense of the copper furnace disappeared, and the black shadow on the cushion in the middle gradually disappeared, returning to the silence like death.

At this time, in Daxing City, there is only one seat on the third floor of the attic on the south side of the city, which has long displayed delicious foods that are hard to find in the world. Basically, they are delicious delicacies that are not available in the world that are cooked by various monsters. The rest of the fruits and vegetables are transported from Yunzhou, containing extremely rich spiritual energy.

The True Lord of Zhongtu is the marquis of Ascension, and his value is naturally extraordinary. At this time, he also showed his generosity. He deliberately opened the second jar of sixth-level imperial wine. The preciousness of this wine is naturally not to be mentioned. It is almost equivalent to two golden elixirs. Even in his current identity, he may have to wait ten years to have a share of one jar.

Mo Wentian and others would not be polite in such a rare opportunity. A few people pushed the cups and drank no drops of the two jars of Yuling wine, and then had a banquet. Not only did the true lords' magic power slightly aggressive, but their feelings were greatly enhanced.

At the Shengxian Sect, True Lord Zhongtu has supreme majesty. This time, Zheng Yuer has been appointed as the leader. Of course, the three elders including Dongmu Zhenjun must assist with each other with all their strength, but they often raise their glasses to greet each other, but they don’t expect that they are all drunk. They are drunk and are helped by the true disciples of the Shengxian Sect. There is a wing room in the city where they can rest.

It seemed that it was an intentional arrangement, but the True Lord of Zhongtu was left alone. Mo Wentian and Zheng Yuer sat next to him. Their expressions were respectful, and they were a little nervous, especially Zheng Yuer. I wonder if it was because of the reason for drinking. The face turned pink, and it seemed to have a look of shyness.

The True Lord Zhongtu looked at him and seemed to have some enlightenment. He took a sip of spiritual tea and said, "Fellow Daoist Wuji, you and Yu'er made an appointment with me alone, but what if you talk about me?"

"this……"

Mo Wentian and Zheng Yuer looked at each other, and suddenly seemed to make up their minds. Mo Wentian got up and kowtowed and bowed, and said solemnly: "The True Lord of Zhongtu, I agree to the peace with Yuer. I will propose marriage to the True Lord, marry Yuer to the Lord, and become a dual-cultural partner."

The True Lord of Zhongtu seemed to know that he would propose marriage, but he looked unsurprising, but turned around and asked, "Yu'er, what do you think?"

Zheng Yuer is not a person who is shy and has a slutty face. Although she has a shy face and a delicate cheek, she still whispers: "Master, I am willing to become a dual-cultivation partner with Wuji Zhenjun, share the same joys and sorrows, and participate in the great way of cultivation."

The True Lord of Zhongtu sighed slightly, gently put down the teacup, shook his head and said, "You two are made of heaven and earth. You are interested in forming a pair of Taoist companions. I naturally hope that jade will be beautiful, but unfortunately this matter is not that simple?"

Mo Wentian looked stunned and said anxiously: "Zhongtu True Lord, what do you say?"

The True Lord of Zhongtu pondered for a moment and said with a look of distress: "Yu'er is not only a disciple of this marquis, but more importantly, she is the king's beloved daughter. She has no right to be a noble person. Of course, it is not the turn of my marquis to take charge of the important marriage. This matter must be nodded."

Mo Wentian's expression slowed down slightly, and he immediately said, "Then I will go to Yongzhou Juncheng and ask the monarch to give him a marriage."

"I'm afraid it won't work!" Zhongtu Zhenjun shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "The two of you are afraid that they don't know. The king has been stagnant in the Great Perfection of the Golden Elixir for several years. In recent days, he suddenly has some insights and is preparing to go into seclusion to attack the True King of the Nascent Soul. The matter of proposing marriage can only be put on hold for the time being."

"Your father is going to attack the true king of Yuanying?" Zheng Yuer looked shocked, with a faint look of worry, and frowned and said, "Master, I wonder how confident is your king father?"

"This is hard to say! It's hard to form elixirs as if they are ascending to the sky, not to mention the elixirs transforming into the Nascent Soul, as if they are as slim as the moon is picked in the Nine Heavens." The True Lord of Zhongtu shook his head slightly and said in a deep voice: "But even if you are only half sure, you should try it."

Mo Wentian pondered for a moment and asked with a hesitant look: "Zhongzu True Lord, don't you know how long it will take for the monarch to retreat?"

The True Lord of Zhongtu sighed slowly and said, "It is not easy to be promoted to the True King of Yuanying. I am afraid that it will take three to five years earlier, and it will take three to fifty years later."

Mo Wentian and Zheng Yuer looked at each other and saw a look of disappointment on each other's face. For the cultivator, decades of blinking fingers are nothing, but even so, they are inevitably a little depressed.

The True Lord of Zhongtu understood the two of them and comforted him: "During the retreat of the king, the two should work hard to govern and develop their national strength, especially Qingzhou. After experiencing the hardships of evil cultivators, they are already devastated and should rest and recuperate so that the people can live and work in peace and prosperity."

Speaking of this, his voice paused slightly and continued, "But you should be relieved that as long as this marquis is in the court, we will protect the stable peace of Yunzhou and Qingzhou."

Mo Wentian and Zheng Yuer immediately looked solemn and said in a deep voice: "Please rest assured by the True Lord of Zhongtu. We will do our best to do our best to live up to the lord's entrustedness."

The True Lord of Zhongtu nodded slightly, and naturally felt extremely relieved. It is said that the Darong Kingdom is changing the head of the Tianmo Sect. As one of the ten major demon veins, Wanbeast Valley has no time to take care of Qingzhou; while the True Lord of Tianyi in Zheng Guojun's room has been restrained by Wanshengmen, but he cannot take care of Yunzhou. He has no external and internal troubles. It is a good time for development and growth. I hope they can seize it well.

As soon as he thought of this, his eyes couldn't help but look out the window, but he saw that there was already a lot of noise outside, and the foundation-building monks in Daxing City seemed to have taken action.

Toward the east of the city, hundreds of foundation-building monks were seen heading towards Qingjiang City under the command of a strong man like an iron tower.

In the west of the city, a cold and frosty woman in white commanded Ruoding, leading hundreds of foundation-building monks to rush towards the direction of Shaoling City.
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