Chen Guanshui suddenly remembered something very interesting, and this matter could be borrowed in front of him.

Chen Guanshui took the white jade wine glass handed by a woman in red next to him, played with it casually, and then spoke to Yuan Xuzi: "Master, have you ever heard of the name "The Investiture of the Gods"?"

"oh?"

Those who heard this sentence were still confused, but Yuan Xuzi had already figured out Chen Guanshui's purpose. Since he had figured it out, Yuan Xuzi had to clap Chen Guanshui's wisdom and say OK.

Sure enough, Chen Guanshui continued to explain: "The third ancestor once joined the Tao, and the demon clan was revived. However, the great immortal favored the human race, and the Taoist priest also fed the demon king. The star master was the fortune of the demon clan, so he agreed with the great immortal and the Taoist priest to compete on the Tianzhu Peak on Qingluzhou in the east. With the eighty Yuanying True Lords under their command as chess pieces and the hundreds of millions of creatures within a radius of 100,000 miles of the Tianzhu Peak as the chess game, an acquired holy treasure called the "Fengshen List". Over the course of three hundred years, the three Taoist ancestors stopped watching and allowed the chess pieces to struggle on the chessboard. In the end, the number of people on the list was determined by the level."

Drink a glass of wine, "At that time, the only great immortal in the world, there were still thirty-five families in the great family. The eighty Yuanying selected was also a genius of a generation. The Taoist priests even produced many magic geniuses, fighting and fighting, and not giving up their edge. However, in the end, Fu Xingzhu won the battle. All the eighty Yuanyings of the demon clan he sent were killed in battle, and the twenty demon kings selected from that area also died in blood. In the end, half of the list of gods were under the command of the Star Lord."

Another glass of wine, "It was only in this competition that the great immortals let go of the net and allowed Moganshan's An family to re-enter the aristocratic family. The Taoist priest was also more restrained and only ate one demon king every day. Only the demon clan in the world can survive in this world of cultivation."

After telling the story, the main topic is: "Watching water is not talented. As the leader of the lower sect of Baiyun Temple, it is responsible for selecting talents for the sect. But now there are seven middle sects, seventeen casual cultivators, and two hidden souls on the ground. Those mortals and ordinary cultivation families are like the deserted people and cave people in this Bodhisattva city, and are suppressed and bound by these superiors and cannot be used by my Baiyun Temple. Those disciples in the sect and advanced cultivation families are more focused on their own family bloodlines, and they will not be willing to be loyal to me Baiyun Temple. What's more, the sects always have to have some Lingshan mines, secret palaces and caves, and they always have to have some rules that the sect has."

"Zen Lin was born into the Demon Sect, and Zu Zhou is the demon king. You are close to the Confucian Dharma Sect. So which of the three ancestors is to obey? Guanshui believes that instead of fighting in the future, we should set the rules today. A list of gods will be determined for a period of one thousand years, and a hero under the command of the three ancestors will fight to determine the superiority and inferiority. I wonder what the ancestors think?"

Chen Guanshui said it very calmly, and the people who were kneeling next to him were also very passionate about listening.

But only Yuan Xuzi could hear the slightest part of Chen Guanshui's words. Now the original cultivation forces on Baiyunguan's land have become a rope, focusing on the actions of the three Yuanshen real people of Baiyunguan. However, the suggestions put forward by Chen Guanshui can easily shake their alliance.

The opposition between the three souls forced them to disperse and choose one of the soul masters to surrender. Those who were hesitant and thought they could remain neutral and wanted to please others, they would definitely be regarded as the target of clearing the field in the early stage of the war between the three parties, and the head was cut off and replaced with merit. As long as the war started, the spread of killing and hatred would make the current alliance a joke.

Those Yuanying True Lords who are colluding with each other now have to cope with the pressure of the Yuanshen True Man whom they defect to and the abnormal movements of the Jindan True Man under their command. After all, the victory or defeat of the List of Gods depends on the number of dead people, not the number of killing people. Therefore, they must be killed and died so that the Yuanshen True Man behind them can win the final victory, and that they and their blood family can receive preferential treatment in the sect. Who can say that the cultivator who deliberately does not work makes the battle situation very embarrassing, will the Yuanshen True Man make a move and wash himself bloodied? But if he really dies, what's the point of surrendering? After all, no matter how good the opportunity is, he always has to be left to himself. If he refuses to die, how can the Yuanshen Master support him with confidence?

Yuan Xuzi applauded and admired Chen Guanshui's sinister intentions. The grand and righteous path, the open conspiracy that rushed straight away, was the most sinister intention in the world. The opposite response was also a loss, and the counter-revolutionary loss. It was always necessary for the original native monks to fight the bloody battle, consume at least half of the blood of the human beings, and completely submit to the feet of the three of them, and to crush all the nets set up in front of them, and to smash all the rules.

At that time, it was the bright blue sky of the civilians and the lower-level monks, and it was also a great day for them to breathe freely before the new clouds gathered. Only then could it be considered slightly equal.

But it was the desolation of blood, the prosperity at the end of the war, and the rainforest on the ruins.

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Chen Guanshui sat on the side with cold eyes and was surrounded by the six beautiful women. Seeing Yuan Xuzi making up his mind to use 3.7 million people in the Bodhisattva City as the first chess piece, hundreds of monks kneeling in front made the first knife, and Liang Buhuo from there was the "Great Sage and Good Teacher" she chose. The treasure of Taiping Road, the "Taiping Yellow Turban", was truly generous and glorious when he came to the hands of the Yuanshen Zhenren.

Yuan Xuzi just pointed his finger on the Taiping Yellow Turban, and then re-sacrificed the magic weapon that had just been removed from the newborn Yuanling and was cut off. This time, Yuan Xuzi slowly slid on the Yellow Turban, writing eight large characters with iron-painted silver hooks, "The sky is dead, the yellow sky should stand." He even used his great magic power to solidify these eight characters into a talisman seed, and penetrated into Liang Buhuo's foundation.

Then he raised his hand and let the yellow turban turn into a banner and float in the air. Thousands of talisman seeds are like fireflies. With the support of the magic power of the Yuanshen Zhenren, they fly all over the sky, fall into the earth, and dye the souls of mortals.

When Liang Buhuo stood up and raised the Yellow Turban banner, he had gathered the hearts of 3.7 million mortals in the Bodhisattva City. The crowd stood on the ground, and was forced by the inexplicable movements deep in his heart, looking at the Bodhisattva City that was invisible invisible in the distance. When Liang Buhuo shook the Yellow Turban banner, covered the Bodhisattva City, and captured the hearts of those monks, and even made the momentum climb up.

The monk who was still like a family dog ​​just now became generous and passionate in a blink of an eye; the monk who was still exhausted his mind to protect his family just now became a righteous man who destroyed the family king; the cruel world like the nine-layer blood stained tower just now became an equal military camp; the thirteen tribes of blood just now became a caveman who was still fighting bloody battles, the scouts who were still struggling in the nightmare, the young Ji who was still in the dream, and the deserted people who were still on the brink of death actually put down the hatred that was engraved in their bone marrow, and naturally accepted the monks and continued to be their own military leader.

Chen Guanshui drank warm wine, hugged the cat mushrooms that had just been released, and looked at the completely changed world in front of him.

With a Yuanshen Zhenren as his backer, he instantly subdued all the characters on the vast territory, and even instantly branded all the characters with a mark, on their foreheads, replacing the original fourteen types. Even the monks of the Sun God Sect and Chunyu Fasi of the Faxiang Sect are no exception. There is a Yuanshen Zhenren who instantly divides millions of people into hundreds of precise parts, and just waits to gather together to splice them into a powerful army. With a Yuanshen Zhenren, he can dig out all the hidden, buried, expelled, and imprisoned talents, and squeeze out the value of each person. With a Yuanshen Zhenren, he can instantly make hundreds of thousands of exquisite weapons, millions of military postures, and tens of millions of military rations. With a Yuanshen Zhenren, the world really becomes a chess game.
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