Chapter 855 Two years

Chapter 855 Two years

Two years.

tall buildings.

windy.

Blowing the hanging dark blond hair.

Driven the hem of clothes.

The young man looked more calm, his eyes were like two stars, not so bright, but unchanging.

"got windy."

"The higher you stand, the clearer the wind becomes." The young man was standing on a tall building with bells and drums, looking into the distance.

The scorching sun in the distant sky slowly rises, and the mist that has no time to melt merges into this golden ocean. Rows of buildings and pavilions form clusters of golden waves that surge into the distance.

As far as the eye can see is the land under the jurisdiction of the Sixteenth Hall.

He is like a golden king, standing at the highest point of the palace, patrolling his kingdom.

And his robe is also dark gold.

Mengzhi didn't know when he started to like gold.

He rarely wears other variegated robes, either dark gold or black gold.

There is not much difference between the two. No matter which one he is, he is dressed very neatly and meticulously, as if he is wearing a robe and armor for himself.

Of course, with his current status, he no longer needs to dress himself.

In just two years, the Sixteenth Hall has been completely transformed.

If it was just a dilapidated Taoist temple before, it is now like a rising and entrenched empire. However, Mengzhi clearly knew that this empire did not belong to him.

Many of his manpower were transferred from the other fifteen halls, the largest of which was the thirteenth hall, and most of the mainstays were from the thirteenth hall.

He is more like an idle hall master.

Speaking of which, the Sixteenth Hall, which seemed to have strong men and horses, was more like a vassal of the Thirteenth Hall.

Mengzhi stretched his waist and yawned.

There is no dissatisfaction with the status quo.

Probably because of the promise of the head of the Thirteenth Hall.

No matter what Mengzhi asked for, he tried his best to fulfill it.

This is not only what he means, but also what the second master means.

Mengzhi understood immediately.

Regardless of whether he can manage this force well, it is always a game between the top, so he took this matter and asked the other party to help find the materials for the God Transformation Pill.

I thought that his big talk would be rejected by the other party. After all, Meng Zhi's original intention was to ask for a high price and pay back the money. Unexpectedly, Zhu Qianshou agreed happily. He said: "Since it belongs to the master's family, you and I can make some money." Why bother making things difficult for each other when there are benefits, just like that.”

Thinking of this, Meng Zhi couldn't help but smile.

The man looked gloomy, but he never thought he was such a cheerful and interesting person.

Meng Zhi had to thank him. Without Zhu Qianshou, he would not have been able to gather the materials for the God Transformation Pill and the heavenly materials and earthly treasures to protect the body and Yuanying in two years. He just felt that it was a little unreal that it went smoothly, as if, He gets whatever he wants, and maybe his fortunes finally turn after decades.

Tu Shanjun has a different view.

Since the person standing behind Zhu Qianshou is Yu Haofeng, everything Meng Zhi gets now is the result of Yu Haofeng's nod and approval.

Yu Haofeng wanted Meng Zhi to become a god-forming monk as soon as possible. Even if he failed, he would still try.

This made Tushanjun even more confused.

If he was so kind to Meng Zhi just because he was his daughter's savior, then Yu Haofeng was indeed a noble person. Unfortunately, Tu Shanjun had known that he was a smart and shrewd person.

His shrewdness cannot be hidden if he wants to.

"Yu Haofeng is so anxious. There must be something big that needs new help. That's why he puts so much effort into cultivating Meng Zhi."

"That's just what I want."

Tushanjun thought to himself.

He also needs Meng Zhi to improve his cultivation.

The main soul body is still drawing evil energy in the tiger tomb, and he can only start refining the holy weapon when Meng Zhi's cultivation level increases.

Although the evil spirit at Huzhong and the promotion of Taoist soldiers are very important, Tushanjun also does not want to act too hastily. The thunder disaster of the monks is not so easy.

Since ancient times, those who are arrogant and arrogant will inevitably fail. If things go too smoothly, people will not be so stable.

"Your Majesty, Hall Master Zhu is here in person."

"Please, I'll go." Meng Zhi turned around and walked down the tower.

Stepping into the main hall, I saw a monk in gray robe sitting at the table.

Meng Zhi laughed and approached: "Brother Zhu, why do you have time to come to my place?"

Zhu Qianshou took out a storage ring and said, "The rest of the treasures are all in it. Brother Meng really doesn't need the help of the alchemist in the gang?"

Zhu Qianshou put down the storage ring with a somewhat puzzled look on his eyebrows. Of course he knew that these materials were used to refine the magic pill.

However, Meng Zhi was not an alchemist, and he did not have deep-rooted connections. How could he ask the old-school masters in Dongcheng to help him refine a magic pill?

Meng Zhi took the storage ring with a smile and said, "Don't bother Brother Zhu, I have a way."

The reason why he didn't let the alchemist from the Yujin Gang take over was because he was afraid that someone would tamper with the elixir.

He has offended many people in the past two years.

Especially those who killed Chen Jinding two years ago.

As long as Chen Jinding is a smart person, he will not let him become the Lord of God Transformation smoothly.

Not to mention that the Yu family behind Chen Jinding is in a position of power, and it is impossible to watch Yu Haofeng gain a talented helper with a Taoist body.

It will definitely get in the way.

How exactly it is done is unknown.

Only a thousand days to be a thief, not a thousand days to guard against thieves.

All he can do is guard against everything.

Zhu Qianshou, who had already taken over most of the Sixteenth Hall, said: "Brother Meng Xian, Fatty Chen is so narrow-minded that he cannot let it go like this. I don't think it will be easy for you to overcome this calamity."

Meng Zhi picked up the storage ring and said with a smile: "Brother Zhu, don't worry. I won't have any problem finding someone to refine the elixir. I will do it at the tribulation holy land dedicated to the sages in the ancient city. Even if Chen Jinding is really If he wants to take action, he won't be able to find an opportunity. If he does take action, I will still have to rely on Brother Zhu to protect me."

"Easy to say."

"You and I, brothers, no need to say anything more."

Zhu Qianshou agreed happily, without any change of color on his face.

"I'm still busy with official duties there. Whenever my dear brother is about to go through a tribulation, let me know and I'll be there immediately."

"Okay, okay!"

He kept sending Zhu Qianshou out of the palace.

Watch people leave.

"Want to ask him to protect you?"

Meng Zhi's happy face disappeared and he said in a deep voice: "No please. I won't let anyone know about my tribulation. Not even Zhu Qianshou and Uncle Yu."

Transformation into a god is a hurdle. After passing it, he will have the foundation to be on an equal footing with others. At this juncture, he believes in no one but Tushanjun.

Tu Shanjun nodded with satisfaction.

If Meng Zhi really publicizes the time when he will overcome the disaster, then he is really a fool. Even if this disaster passes, he doesn't know how he will die in the future.

"I'm going into seclusion."

Mengzhi announced his retreat plan to the audience.

He didn't really want to retreat, but he was hiding and waiting for Tushanjun to refine the magic elixir.

He was not allowed to show up during the process of refining the elixir, and he had to follow Tushanjun for food and accommodation. Otherwise, if Tushanjun's magic power failed, the entire batch of elixirs would be wasted.

Fortunately, the quiet room used for alchemy and retreat had been prepared in the first year.

…

The quiet room is very spacious.

Meng Zhi solemnly took out the Soul Reverence Flag, placed it in the center of the formation, clenched his fists and shouted respectfully.

"Master."

The high-altitude soul flag opened its flags with a roar, and the large blue-black flag looked like a cloud, carrying evil spirits flying in the clouds and mist.

As the mist rolled down, it seemed as if the huge flags were hanging down to the ground. The black mist was like a thick carpet, and a barefoot dragon claw stepped on it.

Bada.

The dragon's claws fell to the ground like iron boots.

Tu Shanjun walked out of the soul flag and looked at a huge alchemy furnace standing in the center of the formation.

This is a fourth-level pill furnace, barely capable of refining fifth-level pills.

Tu Shanjun reached out and touched the pill furnace and sighed: "It's not as good as my old buddy, but it's enough for refining the magic pill."

Mengzhi asked: "Old man?"

"yes."

"Old man for many years."

Tu Shanjun later used many alchemy furnaces, but none of them could keep up with the sect's one.

That fifth-level alchemy furnace is inherently extraordinary.

There is no time to sigh too much.

The main soul who controlled Donghaijun's body with the magic of divine subjugation took a step forward, stepped into the formation, opened his palms and said: "Lead!"

Boom.

Veins of fire rush like streams.

Tu Shanjun took advantage of the situation and sat down cross-legged: "Don't relax even a little bit during this half month."

"Disciple understands!"

Meng Zhi's eyes widened, his eyes were bright, and the aura of intelligence around him was completely released, and he did not dare to neglect at all.

"Three days later."

"As soon as the alchemy furnace is hot, turn it on."

After hearing this, Meng Zhi turned around and stepped into another spirit gathering formation, taking out bottles and jars of elixirs.

…

In this way, the news that the leader of the 16th Hall of the Yujin Gang was in retreat spread like wildfire.

Everyone in the hall was talking about it.

Some said that the hall master was determined not to attack the realm of divine transformation, some said that it was just a simple retreat, and some said that it was to recuperate from the injury. It was said that he had been seriously injured since returning from the third hall master.

"Closed."

In the main hall, Chen Jinding, who was leaning on a high seat like a hill, spoke like the sound of bells and drums.

His fingers fell on the wide armrest, and the dripping sound sounded like rain.

"Have you really done what I asked you to do?"

Chen Jinding was still far away when he spoke. The moment his voice fell, he had already appeared in front of the monk, looking at him condescendingly.

The last commitment he heard was for two years or half a year.

Now that two years have passed, why is Meng Zhi still alive, and we can even hear the news that he is about to attack the gods.

The monk lowered his head and said: "My subordinates will never dare to deceive the hall master."

Chen Jinding frowned.

He indeed hadn't heard about Meng Zhi's assassination. Either the organization hadn't done anything about it, or the organization hadn't taken action yet.

But no matter which of the two situations it was, he couldn't wait any longer.

If something couldn't be done, he had to take action.

"Go check it out."

"Find out where he is retreating."

"Why are you in seclusion again?"

Chen Jinding fluttered his sleeves and turned around, paused slightly, and said, "There's more,"

"Go and urge it."

"When did they become so inefficient?"

"Here."

The monk bowed his hands and walked out of the hall backwards.

Chen Jinding narrowed his eyes slightly.

His eyes were originally big, but now they were like two slits.

I can't see clearly the changes in expression inside.