World of Cultivation

The stone staircase seems to have no end, leading to the depths of the ground, which is dark and bottomless. The surrounding walls are covered with various runes, some of which have begun to peel off, obviously showing their age.

After flying down the stone staircase for two hours, there was still no end in sight of the stone staircase in front of me.

"Master..." The elder at the front muttered something. In the oppressive silence, it was so clear that it startled the others. The faces of some timid elders changed slightly, and they looked a bit frightened.

"What?" The leader didn't stop, but there was a hint of sarcasm on the corner of his mouth: "Are you afraid?"

The elders were silent, no one said a word.

"I'm afraid there's nothing I can do. Listen to what the outsiders say, ha, our Xixuan is the second Xuankong Temple. Of the three heroes of Xixuan, tsk tsk, none of them are in Xixuan. People outside say I'm incompetent, and they're right, but No one knows better than you what is going on in our faction today. Who forced Gu Liangdao away? I said Shuangyu wanted to win over him, hmm, but what happened? No one is willing to spit out some meat."

The leader's cold and harsh words echoed in the tunnel, causing the faces of all the elders to turn blue and white, but no one said a word.

"You have the war department in your hands, and the generals are all your nephews and disciples. Hey, it doesn't matter, the wealth does not go to outsiders, I understand. Please pick some capable ones, tsk tsk, take a look. Three war corps were defeated in one month, no wonder others say we are second in Xuankong Temple!"

"We didn't get the news in advance..." Some elders quibbled.

"How dare someone beat you without saying hello to you first?" The leader sneered: "Look, what kind of forces are those who defeated us? They are small forces that can't even name them. Infighting is an expert. Hands, fighting with the outside world is half the level of internal fighting, tsk tsk, our sect has already unified the four realms."

The faces of all the elders were green and white, with expressions of shame and anger mixed together.

In the tunnel, everyone flew continuously for three days and three nights. A look of fatigue appeared on the faces of the leader and the elders.

At the end of the stone staircase is a bronze gate.

"You guys stay guard outside." The leader said calmly. The other elders all breathed a sigh of relief and nodded in response. They looked at the bronze door with expressions full of deep fear and awe.

The leader took a deep breath, pushed open the door, and disappeared behind it.

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"Uncle Zhong, for the sake of my father, please help my nephew once." The leader lowered his voice, half-bowed, and said sadly: "We have lost three games in a row in a month, and Xi Xuan's corruption and weakness have been exposed. The forces are already ready to move. I have investigated the war departments below, and they are all rotten to the core. There is no war department in the huge Xixuan!"

The big man in front of him was indifferent and looked indifferent.

The big man was sitting on the chair. His body was as big as an iron tower. Even sitting there, he still gave people a strong sense of oppression. Her short hair was as straight as a wire, but it was almost completely white. The scars on her face were criss-crossed in a horrifying way, and her gray pupils were emotionless. Every exposed part of his body was covered with scars, which were shocking.

Next to the big man, there were two men standing on one left and one on the right. Both of them had large and small injuries everywhere on their bodies.

"I have repaid your father's love." The big man said calmly: "I want to guard the Shayuan Prison, you can find someone else."

thump.

The leader suddenly knelt on the ground and cried: "Uncle Zhong, Xixuan is in danger, please save Xixuan! If you don't take action, Xixuan will destroy the sect! Uncle Zhong, as long as you come out of the mountain, my nephew I am willing to give up my position as the leader.”

The big man was indifferent and unmoved: "See you off."

The two people standing by with Sushou suddenly released their overwhelming murderous intent, like a tsunami, pounced on the leader.

The leader's body trembled, and he suppressed the piercing murderous intent. He suddenly stopped crying and gritted his teeth and said: "If Uncle Zhong is willing to come out of the mountain, my nephew is willing to build Yunji Mausoleum on Yangtuyuan!"

boom!

The leader felt as if he was hit by a heavy hammer, and his whole body flew several feet away.

The big man's gray pupils were filled with blood, and his indifferent face showed fluctuations for the first time.

The leader ignored the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth and got up with difficulty: "Yunji has made great contributions to our Xixuan. Once Yunji's mausoleum is built, I will issue an order from the leader. The core disciples and elders must come to express condolences!"

"This is what your father told you before he died." The big man regained his composure.

The leader's face turned pale, and he was shocked. He didn't expect that Uncle Zhong could guess it.

"So, he knew that Yun Ji was innocent back then." The big man said to himself, his voice was desolate: "I asked myself to guard Yuan Sha Prison for fifty years, but I didn't expect that I would still be plotted by you father and son."

The leader looked defeated.

"Where are her spiritual bones?" the big man suddenly asked.

He felt that Uncle Zhong's eyes were like iron pliers, clamping down on him. He could hardly breathe and said subconsciously: "In...in the secret room, father made a special altar for worship."

The pressure all over his body relaxed, and he collapsed on the ground, gasping for air and looking at Uncle Zhong in horror.

After a long silence, the big man suddenly said: "I promise you."

The headmaster was startled, then ecstatically said: "Thank you Uncle Zhong, thank you Uncle Zhong!"

"Yunji Mahal must be built within two years."

The big man suddenly looked at the leader with a half-smile but not a smile. His face covered with scars became indescribably weird and terrifying: "Your father has made all kinds of calculations, but he never imagined that I only have three years left to live."

The leader stood stunned on the spot.

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Zuo Mo was so busy that he felt more and more that he needed a powerful government affairs talent. Now Mo Yunhai's chief steward, He Ming, is a local in Yunhai Realm and was recommended by Bao Yi. Bao Yi was born as a small businessman. He felt great pressure and his hair was about to turn gray. He happened to find that He Ming was good at work, so he promoted him. Later, He Ming became the general manager.

But he still went back to guard the warehouse, and his life was smooth.

The Yunhai Realm is in good order under the care of He Ming. However, today's Mo Yunhai is much larger than it was then, and it is difficult for He Ming to support it.

Today, Mo Yunhai's scale reaches sixty-nine realms, including the three realms under the rule of Wuxitang.

There are a large number of resource circles, frequent material flows, war department supply, talent selection, etc., which are extremely complicated.

After Zuo Mo came back, He Ming breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't dare to make a decision on some issues.

For example, production issues. Jinwuying has strong production capacity and is Mo Yunhai's most important financial source. What to produce is undoubtedly the most important issue, especially in this era of violent turmoil and rapid changes. No one but Zuo Mo dares to Make a decision.

Questions like this all piled up in front of Zuo Mo, and Zuo Mo was very worried.

He was eager to have an outstanding internal affairs talent. At this time, he understood very deeply that the value of an outstanding internal affairs talent was no less than that of a top-level general. He is extremely jealous of Gu Liang Dao. Although Xiao has no combat power, he is extremely good at domestic affairs. Gu Liang Dao is now completely out of touch and concentrates on training troops and fighting.

He Ming's talent is good, but compared to Xiao, it is much inferior.

"Internal affairs talent?" Pu Yao frowned: "This kind of person is hard to find and hard to poach."

"Leave no stone unturned! Use any means! No matter the cost!" Zuo Mo bared his teeth.

"Well, I'll pay attention." Pu Yao nodded.

Zuo Mo suddenly remembered something and asked curiously: "Where is your home of General Pu Pu? How is it going?"

Pu Yao looked proud: "There are a few good embryos."

Zuo Mo was more interested. If he could convince Pu Yao that he was a good candidate, he would probably have good talent. He suddenly looked coveted: "How about it? Do you want to bring them over? Can I build a few war corps for them?"

Mo Yunhai's current wealth is enough to give Zuo Mo the confidence to say such a thing.

"I have other plans." Pu Yao rejected Zuo Mo's suggestion without hesitation.

"It's not good for you to be like this..." Zuo Mo said softly.

Pu Yao glanced at him: "I heard that there are also some good seedlings in the Warlord's Mansion. They bite off more than they can chew. Warlike generals are not learned, they are beaten."

Zuo Mo sneered. He knew Pu Yao was right. He was just greedy for a moment. Fortunately, he was thick-skinned and this was just commonplace.

"Assign Nan Yue to me for a while." Pu Yao said.

Zuo Mo nodded: "Okay."

Whenever Pu Yao speaks formally like this, it must be serious business. If it is some bad deception, this guy will never say anything.

Looking at Wei who was in trance, Zuo Mo asked Pu Yao: "When will Wei wake up?"

"I don't know." Pu Yao shook his head: "He needs time to adapt to the changes in your divine power. You are really a freak, and your divine power has improved too fast!"

Pu Yao was shocked by Zuo Mo's speed of progress. In the past seven years, Zuo Mo has maintained an astonishing speed of progress, and this speed of progress has never shown any signs of slowing down.

Zuo Mo shook his head: "You didn't look at those guys in Kunlun. If I were slower, I would only be in trouble."

Pu Yao was silent.

Although he fought against Kunlun countless times during the Millennium War, Kunlun, after such a long period of peace, was still determined to forge ahead. Kunlun is like this, and even former enemies like Pu Yao can't respect it.

Those who have been at the forefront of Kunlun in recent years are all elders.

In seven years, the number of elders lost in Kunlun even exceeded the number of elders lost in Kunlun in the entire three hundred years. The entire elder hierarchy in Kunlun now only has less than one-third left.

The sacrifices of their fathers, masters, and uncles have touched Kunlun's talented young people incomparably. They don't need supervision or encouragement. They practice crazily and silently, day and night, without risking their lives.

The sacrifice of nearly two-thirds of the elders for seven years finally showed its amazing power.

A large number of young and powerful teenagers began to emerge in Kunlun. These teenagers who grew up in the time bought with the blood of their predecessors are full of a sense of responsibility, they are united as never before, they have amazing discipline, and like their predecessors, they are not afraid of sacrifice.

Such Kunlun is terrifying and frightens the whole world.

Even Zuo Mo also felt the pressure from Kunlun.

Suddenly, a paper crane flew over.

Zuo Mo's face condensed, he held down the paper crane and opened it.

"The famous general Zhong De of Xixuan returned, led the Yuanlao War Department, and bloodbathed Yangtuyuan. Thirteen elders were executed, and their bodies were exposed for ten days. More than 7,000 people were implicated, and rivers of blood flowed!" My QT room is open! Fang Xiang’s official QT room number [9177] click to enter