In the past few days, Yang Yi has illuminated dozens of colorful dragon breath fruits in the garden and set up an invisible surveillance network.

"Quiet! All are quiet!"

Yang Yi raised his hand to suppress the complaints one after another, "Today's meeting is the focus: Don't speak out if you're okay! You are honest and just like an ordinary plant, and you will only speak when you find illegal behavior. Remember, you are the security personnel of the park, not the talk show actors!"

Seeing that the flowers gradually became quiet, he threw out another bait: "When the orchard develops well in the future, you will be veteran employees. Whatever you need for exercises, spiritual liquids, and elixirs, transformation and cultivation are just around the corner!"

These words hit the nail on the head.

Although these enlightened spiritual plants have developed spiritual intelligence, they are still far from the real demon clan.

If you want to go further, you have to rely on Yang Yi.

So the complaining gradually turned into whispers and finally returned to peace.

Looking at this special employee who loves his job and is dedicated to his work, Yang Yi felt infinite emotion in his heart.

Thanks to Fu Xianren's nectar talisman, he finally found the most ideal assistant, no salary or vacation, and could survive by photosynthesis alone. The most important thing is that they are absolutely loyal and reliable and have no different hearts.

This is just the beginning. He plans to gradually dig up every grass and tree in the entire Yuwu Gate, so that every stone on the peak will become his eyes and ears.

By then, the Imperial Door will truly make the best use of everything, the trees at the door must stand guard, and the stones on the mountain will also generate income!

And this is just a test.

After he has improved his cultivation and has enough control, he will enlighten his magic weapons one by one.

The reason why artifacts are magical artifacts is the key.

Although adding a spirit of the instrument will not directly increase the level of the magic instrument, it can teach the methods of cultivation to the spirit of the instrument and prompt them to evolve independently.

Imagine that when someone else's magic weapon needs to be nourished by the owner, his magic weapon is spontaneously practicing and constantly becoming stronger... The picture is fascinating just by thinking about it.

"Chi——"

A clear cry cut through the sky. Yang Yi walked out the door and saw a white crane hovering down, grasping the latest issue of the Tianyuan Times between his claws.

When we unfold this most authoritative report in the world of immortal cultivation, what is coming is the major event that shocked the Tianyuan Continent in the past month.

As expected, the headlines of "Tianyuan Fengyun Record" clearly record the earth-shaking battle at the headquarters of the Cao Gang.

From Zhu Zhao secretly conspired to assassinate Song Jichao, the conspiracy of Zhu Zhao Gang, to the whole story of visiting disciple Yang Yi of the Demon-Slaying Pavilion, to the complete exposure of Jiang Shenting's conspiracy.

The story is ups and downs, wonderful and amazing to read.

What surprised Yang Yi the most was that the description of Xiang Furongfeng in this report was abnormal. Not only did it not have any slander, but it also made her extremely generous words, portraying her into a powerful immortal who cares about her disciples and upholds justice.

It must be the result of Master going to Tianji Pavilion to conduct "negotiation".

Perhaps the main purpose is to "convene" and find my own apprentice, but it is just by the way.

At the end of the report, Tianji Pavilion solemnly reminded the major immortal sects of the Tianyuan Continent that the Zhuzhao Secret Meeting organization has made a comeback, so be sure to be wary of these powerful and fearless madmen.

At the same time, the newspaper also lists what kind of matters have been done at this organizational level.

It's really shocking to see.

The second major news comes from the Western Regions.

Recently, a large-scale beast tide broke out in the Western Regions again, causing an uproar.

It has been thousands of years since the remnants of the demon clan escaped to the extreme west, but the major immortal gates have never relaxed their vigilance against that forbidden area.

Especially when rumors of the return of the Dragon God of the Demon Clan were surging some time ago, the Western Regions, a sensitive area between the Great Xia Kingdom and the Demon Clan, were even more in a panic and full of soldiers.

Usually, only major changes occur in the extreme west will trigger a beast tide to impact the Western Regions.

This time, Tianji Pavilion used various means to investigate, but failed to find out the specific reason.

Perhaps the court had more information, but it was obviously not made public. It might be to avoid panic.

Over the past thousands of years, several prosperous commercial towns have been developed in the border of Xizhou, Daxia.

However, since the news of the return of the demon god half a year ago, a large number of people have begun to move inward, and the once tragic border is now deserted.

"It's a turbulent time...what is this demon dragon god?"

Yang Yi stared at these words and frowned.

At the beginning, the place where the West had sent a great fanfare to inform the world, which was well known to everyone. But now that time has changed, there is no movement anymore, which is really puzzling. If the demon god returns, why do you have to act so high-profile?

When you look at the page of "Jianghu", the most eye-catching election for the chief election of String Music House is about to begin!

After several months of tour competition, senior sister Pan Changqing is currently the top in popularity, with third disciple Du Jiaojiao following closely, and Huo Shuixian is also in a strong momentum.

If the current situation is maintained, it is still unknown who will eventually fall.

By then, fans from all sides will gather in the string music workshop from all directions.

There are many dark horses in previous elections to counterattack.

Although some players have few supporters, the power behind them cannot be ignored. It can be foreseeable that this will be a wonderful event.

Although Yang Yi does not chase stars, he can still imagine the grand occasion of being deserted by the crowd.

I believe that many disciples in the Demon-Slaying Pavilion will go to watch the ceremony, such as the disciple of the Sword Sect, who was probably packing his luggage long ago.

"The entertainment life of these people is still too scarce!"

If there is a mobile phone, the popularity will definitely be greatly reduced.

Without a mobile phone, this simple entertainment can cause great turmoil.

...

The extreme west is a place called the Yaowang Mountains.

The black iron-like ridge pierces the clouds, and the bitter wind roars among the cliffs.

At the peak of this desperate situation where birds cannot reach, there is a quaint group of palaces standing.

The walls covered with bluestone were covered with dark red moss, like dry blood.

On the mottled plaque, there are four big characters "Pilo Holy Land" with strokes like carvings of knives and axes. Each depression is filled with thousands of years of wind and frost.

At this moment, two figures appeared in the surging mist on the stone steps in front of the gate.

The woman in a colorful silk skirt stepped on the bluestone barefoot, and the silver bells on her ankle sounded lightly in the wind.

She twisted a pansy flower with her fingertips, and the dewdrops on the petals refracted a colorful halo.

On this Hei Tieling Mountain, which is full of vitality all year round, only her demonic power can urge flowers to bloom.

"Cailian!"

The man with bronze skin lit up his eyes, and three purple patterns on his face shone with glimmer, "You have also received the call of God?"

The pansy on the woman's fingertips instantly withered.

"The Demon King of Screaming Wind." She nodded slightly and her skirt quietly slid back half an inch.

The bloody and stenchy smell lingering on the moon-swallowing dragon king made her, who liked clean and essentially was a fox in the Qingqiu, felt physically uncomfortable.

You can eat meat, but please sort out the smell?

This is a small step back.

The smile on the face of the Demon King Xiaofeng frozen instantly.

The awkward sound of the bronze door pivots interrupts the embarrassment.

The divine envoy wearing a mask of a strange beast bowed and said, "The Great Elder summoned him and asked the two demon kings to enter the holy land."

"Have you been working!"

Cailian responded and walked ahead first, as if it was difficult to face the expression of the Demon King Xiaofeng again.

Enter the holy land.

Walking along the way, we arrived at a palace. As soon as we stepped into the threshold, the air suddenly stagnated.

Above the dome, the beast bone wind chime sways for no reason, and each bone piece is engraved with an ancient demonic text that has been forgotten by time.

The statue of the god in the center was shrouded in the mist of blood, and the hideous skull shadow cast on the wall, and the mane on the edge of the head trembled slightly like a living thing.

Two huge forked horns, like forked corals, the hideous blood color adds a murderous aura.

"Look down!"

The Demon King Xiaofeng suddenly grabbed Cailian's sleeve.

Only then did she realize that her eyes were moving upwards involuntarily, and her neck seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand.

Until his eyes fell on the pedestal of the divine platform, the creepy sense of oppression was slightly relieved.

The golden mask reflects a faint light.

The figure, which was nearly 100 feet tall, was leaning on the scepter of the beasts. The body of the mane and feathers woven from time to time, and the blood of demons dripped on the ground to form a strange totem.

"The contemporary seal-palmist who swallowed the moon." The Great Elder's voice seemed to come from the ground, shaking the dust on the beams, "The oracle needs your armor and scales."

Cailian's nails quietly pierced into her palms.

The last time the God Envoy announced the return of the demon god, the grand occasion of the worship of all demons on the Demon King Mountain was still in front of him.

But as time goes by, fewer and fewer demons kneeling outside the temple.

Just like at this moment, the square outside the hall is empty, with only a few dead leaves rotating helplessly between the cracks of the stone slabs.

God is in a state of decline, but now the oracle needs their armor and scales?
Chapter completed!