MTL - The Golden Elixir is a Star. Do You Call This Cultivating Immortality?-Chapter 47 The danger of the imperial capital

Chapter 47: Crisis in the Imperial Capital

Qi Yuan wrote down the invitation letter.

However, three hundred years later, the Demon-Slaying Conference?

 How could he afford to wait?

Three hundred years, the Qing Dynasty was all destroyed, right?

 He ignored it and went offline at the speed of light.

When the annoying wooden cat puppet kept meowing again, Qi Yuan did not throw small dried wooden fish into its mouth this time.

 He stood up, patted the wooden cat puppet on the head, and looked at the bright morning light outside: "The day's plan lies in the morning!"

He cheered up and glanced into the storage bag.

 When he saw the mountains of books and jade slips on the exercises, his face suddenly dropped.

 “It takes 996 to come to another world!”

In the Black Mountain Sect, Qi Yuan spent a lot of effort to remove the books from the library, as well as the jade slips of the exercises.

 For Qi Yuan, the practice is the most important thing.

 After all, most of the techniques in this world are not suitable for you.

 He needs to read other books, then use the information he sees with his own eyes to accumulate knowledge, and finally perfect his own skills.

Last time, I used junior sister Jiang Lingsu’s martial art jade slips, and there were more than 600 of them. At that time, Qi Yuan took a rough look at them, and they were all useless for two days.

Nowadays, there are more than 600 exercises to read, and the books are much harder to accept than the jade slips of exercises.

In addition, last time it was just for the Qi-refining stage, he could take a quick look at it. Now, to perfect the foundation-building stage, he had to take a closer look.

 There are so many books that I can’t read them all in a month.

 Qi Yuan buried his head in a book and read carefully.

 He looked at it very seriously.

 Because this is the basis for his creation of the foundation-building technique.

 He takes boring exercises more seriously than advanced mathematics.

 It's a pity that I read it very slowly. It takes a long time to read a book of exercises, which is not as good as quantum reading.

“It’s better to build the foundation of Heavenly Dao as early as possible, but it’s better to put the spiritual consciousness outside, so that you won’t be so tired when reading.” Qi Yuan flipped through the book and felt that the spiritual consciousness is really a good thing.

 Unfortunately, only after the foundation period can you release your spiritual consciousness and do quantum reading.

 …

For several days, Qi Yuan read during the day and played online games at night.

 With the blessing of a mistress, Qi Yuan is already able to walk freely in clothes and hats.

Although he is still unable to kill the ugly emperor, as his strength increases, he can also hurt the ugly emperor.

There is nothing that can be done about the terrifying ugly and strange emperor.

Qi Yuan could only be allowed to kill a lot of people under the restriction of clothes and hats.

The strong sword cracks the skull!

“I have no head, how can you split my head?”

Qi Yuan, as always, entertains himself by voicing these costumed monsters and finding some fun for himself.

 Otherwise, the boring time of spawning monsters would be too boring.

 The experience bar skyrockets.

 At level 89, he is not far away from level 90.

 Qi Yuan glanced at the flying ugly emperor from a distance: "Slip away."

He was too lazy to fight the ugly monster king, so he had to wait until he reached level 90, then he would be more confident.

 Qi Yuan quickly exited immediately.

We have killed almost all of them today. We can’t stay online anymore because my brain will not be able to bear it.

After getting married with Xiao Jie, Qi Yuan dug a hole as usual.

Suddenly, he saw a few purple fruits on a crooked tree in the cemetery.

 Like a combination of grapes and apples.

He picked some and took a bite. The sour taste like bayberry exploded in his taste buds: "It's pretty good. Do you want to have one?"

 He handed it to Xiaomai.

 Xiao Jie did not respond.

Qi Yuan sighed: "Without a mouth, I can't eat, and I can't... I still have to divorce this marriage!"

Xiao Jian felt aggrieved and pulled out a wooden sign.

Qi Yuan smiled, took the bride into his arms, and got into the pit.

 He changed into a comfortable position, like a salted fish lying on the bed, holding the cold wife in his arms, and then sent a message to Jinli.

 Just, he lowered his head and glanced at the cute and cute girl, quietly marrying her.

 He was stunned for a moment.

 Having a wife and still chatting with female netizens, is this considered cheating?

 It seems that after the divorce, the court will definitely order him to compensate her.

He had nothing but a great sword.

Without thinking much, Qi Yuan and Jin Li started chatting again.

Jinli is like the wind at night by the river, cool and moist, blowing on people's bodies like a trickle of rain.    "Is there anything unusual in Sima Ting?"

 “Be careful.”

 “I’ve almost finished cleaning up the clothes and clothes, maybe I can help you.”

“Good night, I’m too sleepy. I can’t stay up late playing games anymore. I have to get up and read a book tomorrow morning.”

 Looking at the news, Jinli, who was dressed in silk gauze, also replied "Good night".

 At this moment, she had a gloomy look on her face.

 A few days ago, a powerful emperor-level man in the Prime Minister's Mansion died tragically inexplicably.

 This was definitely a good thing for Jinli, but she couldn't be happy no matter what.

Sima Ting and her maintained a delicate balance.

Nowadays, when a powerful emperor-level man dies, Sima Ting may no longer care about his face and legitimacy, and may forcefully force his way into the palace.

 Recently, Nangan Kingdom’s military mobilization has been extremely frequent.

Jinli could already feel the military front and the murderous atmosphere filling Kyoto.

And all she can rely on is thousands of imperial troops.

 The imperial power was put on hold as early as twenty years ago.

How can she recover now?

 Jinli was tired, and with a strong sense of sleepiness, she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

What she didn’t know was that a major event was being plotted in the Prime Minister’s Palace at this time.

Sima Ting, the originally domineering and noble prime minister, was like a pug, with his waist bent.

Beside him, there were two people, one fat and one thin.

 The fat man is the big demon that Sima Ting least wants to see.

 In his early years, he gained momentum and relied on the power of this great demon.

 This is his leverage.

 The thin man is an emperor-level powerhouse from the Tianyun Holy Sect.

 He did not expect that the two were actually connected.

 Now, the two most powerful forces in the world have set their sights on Nangan Kingdom.

 Pressure fell on him.

The Thin Emperor squinted his eyes: "Sima Ting, they are just some mortal troops, why do you feel bad?

This time I record a great achievement. After three years, the Holy Lord's plan will be completed. Whichever of these dozen countries you want, you can get it. "

The demon emperor laughed heartily: "Those who achieve great things don't stick to small details."

 A few days ago, they, the demon clan, cooperated with the substitute of Holy Lord Tianyun to kill the real Holy Lord Tianyun.

 As a price, Tianyun Holy Sect ceded Nangan to the demon clan.

At this moment, the emperor of the demon race came, bringing the handwriting of the supreme emperor to fight in the front line.

The front line is very simple. It wears down the military power of the Nangan Kingdom and at the same time refines a supreme imperial weapon - the Bloodless Emperor's Staff.

 The conditions that need to be met for the refining of this imperial staff are extremely stringent.

 That’s why he contacted the Tianyun Holy Sect and put pressure on Sima Ting.

 Let Sima Ting mobilize troops and horses to enter Kyoto.

 Deploy a large formation, accumulate the killing energy of the military formation, and then kill a city to make the blood energy rich to the extreme, then you can create the supreme imperial weapon, the Bloodless Emperor's Staff.

 And these, what needs to be consumed, are the foundation of Sima Ting.

 His army, and the entire Nangan capital.

Sima Ting wanted to object, but in the face of the two most powerful forces in this world, he could only surrender.

His life is now in the hands of others.

Hearing that the strong men of Tianyun Holy Sect offered some benefits, he could only take them.

“In accordance with your orders, all the troops are slowly entering the city.”

 Before, Sima Ting deployed his army outside the imperial capital.

Now, just let these troops enter the city, and the speed will be very fast.

"Sima Ting, you are very good. You are ambitious and know how to advance and retreat. Tianyun Holy Sect will not treat you badly." The Thin Emperor patted Sima Ting on the shoulder and was very satisfied. "This matter is over. You will have a sign from the elders of the palace. , in Tianyun Holy Sect, your status is not lower than mine."

When Sima Ting heard this, he felt happy.

That's what he desires.

 Having the title of "Elder of the Palace", he is the chess player who overlooks more than a dozen countries.

 Instead of now, even if you have great power, you are just a chess piece involuntarily.

 “Thank you, sir!”

The demon king grinned widely: "I heard that your queen of Nangan Kingdom is a great beauty with a beautiful country.

I have always liked to collect wine vessels. When the imperial capital is destroyed, I will leave the head of the queen to me. The beautiful head is still a queen. It must be used to hold wine. It will taste very moist and is the most suitable. "

Sima Ting felt a chill after hearing this, but nodded in agreement: "Okay!"

 (End of this chapter)