40,000 Years of Cultivation

Leaving the cultural relics repair center, Li Yao was still thinking about the last words Li Linghai said.

He always felt that Li Linghai's words were a bit strange.

Generally speaking, to describe a person's fate, it should be said to be "fate", "fate", or simply a word, this is Li Jialing's "fate".

But what Li Linghai was talking about was "mandate of heaven."

"Destiny is so obvious", "Destiny belongs to", the word always feels like it is not used to describe a person, at least not to describe an ordinary person.

"The last time I was in Shenwei Prison, it was not quite right. Now that I am so erratic and evasive, the queen must have a problem."

Li Yao muttered to himself, but after careful consideration for a long time, he had to admit that all the actions of the queen so far have not violated the original promise. The "new empire" is indeed a bit more advanced than the "old empire."

She even handed over the command of the army generously to a big military boss like Lei Chenghu. It smelled of "separation of military and government", and it was quite a civilized approach.

So, even if she really has a conspiracy, why can she set off a huge wave?

Unexpectedly, Li Yao wanted to talk to Li Jialing's boy again.

But when his gaze swept toward the French window at the end of the corridor, what he saw was not Li Jialing, but Lei Chenghu, the "God of War" with his hands on his back!

Li Yao was startled slightly, and walked forward and found that Lei Chenghu was standing by the window, his eyes deep through the slanting wind and drizzle, staring at the soldiers in black uniforms not far away who were meticulously paying homage to the imperial tomb. .

The expression of God of War was a little lost and a little dazed.

Li Yao moved in his heart and said, "General Lei hasn't left yet?"

"Ok."

Lei Chenghu watched intently for a while, and slowly said, "I finally came to the imperial mausoleum. Even if I didn't come in real form, I should worship it. I want to wait for the number of people below to go to Black Star. The statue of Emperor Wu Yingqi bowed three times before leaving."

Li Yao knows what Li Linghai said just now that the smoky and extinct activities of the Eastern family must have greatly touched Lei Chenghu. This veteran who is loyal to the empire does not know how angry he is.

The real human empire is a kingdom of immortal cultivators. In theory, all immortal cultivators are the ruling class. Although ordinary people are not regarded as human beings, they are regarded as "primitives" of different races from "real people", and can squeeze, kill, and even arbitrarily. The existence of experiment.

But at least within the ruling class, that is, among the "real people", there are still some rules and regulations. No matter how the weak and the strong, the fierce competition, there is a final layer of fig leaf draped on it.

The actions of the two brothers Dongfangwang and Dongfang Renxin undoubtedly trampled on all the "morality" of the cultivator and tore the last fig leaf to pieces.

If a part of the immortal cultivators can rely on "cannibalism for cultivation", devour the blood and skill of others, and occupy the core position of the ruling class forever, then Lei Chenghu's proud "Road of Immortality can optimize the allocation of resources to the extreme", then Turning into nonsense, the legitimacy and stability of imperial rule will disappear in an instant.

Lei Chenghu absolutely couldn't stand this kind of thing.

No wonder he was so depressed here, he just stopped talking.

Sure enough, Li Yao didn't speak, but watched the disabled soldiers with Lei Chenghu quietly for a long time, and Lei Chenghu took the initiative: "Although, I don't like war..."

"what?"

Li Yao felt that everyone was quite abnormal today, and said in disbelief, "You are a dignified'God of War', a famous general who is victorious and victorious. Don't you like war?"

"The most popular **** in the brothel may not like to accompany guests to bed. A famous general who is victorious, why must he like war?"

Lei Chenghu sighed and said faintly, "However, what you said is right. There are too many false feelings, intrigues between men and women, each other can instantly turn their faces against each other, and the loving couples of decades can also be one. Becoming an incomprehensible enemy at night...These horrible things sometimes make the relationship between a **** and a guest simpler, purer, and more relaxed. You pay, I spread my legs, and trade fair. It’s better. The rhetoric that was so numb that he didn't even believe it.

"So, although I don't like war very much, but rather than staying behind the smoky miasma, and mingling with these wolf-hearted, short-sighted, flying dogs, and wielding the flag of the cultivator who only knows to seek personal gain, I would rather stay. front.

"At least, in the coldest trenches on the front line, the blood of most soldiers is always hot.

"Even, even the extremely vicious enemies on the opposite side, the holy ally people, are more pleasing to the eye than the dogs in the back."

Li Yao frowned and said, "Isn't it, the Saint League people are more pleasing to the eyes than these ‘fake cultivators’?"

"Isn't it?"

Lei Chenghu said coldly, "At least the Saint Alliance person is simple enough, direct enough, pure enough, straightforward enough to say clearly what they want, never pretending to be the true purpose, everyone fights against each other by their ability, and my sword is fast enough. You lie down, your sword is sharp enough, I'm going to die, so happy!

"What's more, the Shengmeng people are united enough. They have always been monolithic. There is never the slightest bit of party formation and power struggle. They also have the most lofty spirit of dedication. Every individual has the courage to sacrifice himself for the overall situation, although they may not be aware of'dedication.' The true meaning of', but if such a spirit of unity and dedication can be transplanted a little bit, even if it is 10% to the empire, how can the empire become what it is today, and what enemies can not be defeated!"

"and many more--"

The more Li Yao listened, the more wrong he became, "General Lei, you don't always want to take refuge in the Holy League, do you?"

Lei Chenghu shook his head: "Naturally, I can't take refuge in the Holy League, just like I can never do something like'cannibalism'.

"But looking at the chaos of today's empire, if someone really took refuge in the Holy League, willingly stripped of their inner selfish desires and ugliness, and then branded the three original laws, it seems...not surprising."

Li Yao was speechless, and thought of the Holy League spy "Tang Qianhe" he had encountered in the Kunlun ruins in the past.

Tang Qianhe must have been from the Empire at first, otherwise it would be impossible to join Su Changfa's expedition.

What happened to her before she was willing to be brainwashed and transformed into a holy ally?

While he was pondering, he heard Lei Chenghu sigh again: "If only Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi was still alive, he would surely be able to clean up all the chaos and ugliness, and reorganize the mountains and rivers!"

Li Yao couldn't help but blurted out: "I don't think it is necessary. The manpower is sometimes poor. Even if Wu Yingqi is really reborn, I am afraid that he can only go with these'fake immortals'.

"Even, there are no'fake cultivators' who have developed along the way according to the principle of'the weaker eats the strong and the winner takes all'. 99% of the cultivators will become like this. Today's'fruit' has already been planted thousands of years ago. After the'cause', the chaos and decay of the empire today may have been caused by Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi a thousand years ago!"

Lei Chenghu squinted his eyes deeply, stared at Li Yao, and said every word: "You just said that my words are like a cultivator. How do I feel, Fellow Li Daoist, what you are saying now is even more interesting. What do the cultivators mean?"

Li Yao smiled slightly, showing sharp teeth: "As the so-called emergency medical treatment, the empire is already dying, and the ghost knows how to save life. In a hurry, look for medicine in the graves of former cultivators, even if you are dead. Ma Dang live horse doctor myself.

"Didn't General Lei also said that the sword of a cultivator and the sword of a cultivator can kill people!"

Lei Chenghu snorted and stopped talking.

The slanting wind and drizzle outside the window gradually increased, turning into dark clouds and heavy rain.

The crowd worshiping the imperial tomb finally sparsed out and became blurred in the heavy rain.

Lei Chenghu no longer paid attention to Li Yao, dragging the heavy psionic puppet body, leaving the National Museum, step by step, walking towards the depths of the rainstorm.

Li Yao still stood at the window, watching his figure disappear into the rainstorm, but another name and another indefensible face floated in his mind.

"Dongfang Mingyue..."

...

Imperial Capital, in the southern suburbs of the Central Administrative District, a gray building with a dilapidated appearance and a rough structure in the shape of a "worker".

The seemingly ordinary office building is the headquarters of the "Demon Hunter Association" that daunts all the cultivators of the entire empire.

Deep in the "Work" building, in the secret meeting room, the most elite operative members of the Demon Hunter Association are daring to listen to the newly appointed president Dongfang Mingyue explaining the latest information.

As the most arrogant and vicious secret agents of the empire, these demon hunters are naturally cruel, murderous, and rebellious.

There are many factions in the Demon Hunter Association. The fight for power and intrigue is ten times more fierce than the outside world.

But at this moment, all the demon hunters placed their hands on their knees, and their legs were tightly close together. They didn't even dare to make a loud noise. They were more gentle and obedient than the elementary school students.

No way, the terrifying experience of the past month has very clearly told these peerless murderers, those who disobey the new president Dongfang Mingyue, what will happen!

"Li Linghai, Dongfang Sheng, Yue Wushuang, Jin Yuyan, Lei Chenghu... The latest information on these innovative core figures has just been introduced in detail. Everyone knows it? The next thing I want to introduce is the recent trend. 'Vulture Li Yao'."

Dong Mingyue, who is full of waterfalls and black hair, dressed in clear soup and wrinkled water, called up Li Yao's three-dimensional photos and the battle video of "Golden Eagle", poking Li Yao's forehead, and said with a smile, "This person is carefully cultivated by Li Linghai. The Dark Warriors, Onimushas, ​​and Shadow Assassins for decades or even a hundred years specialize in performing the most secretive, dirtiest, and most dangerous missions. Therefore, apart from the recent public battles, it is difficult to collect early information.

"But, I know a little bit about him, you guys should listen carefully!

"This vulture Li Yao is a brazen, scheming, and insidious ratman. His fighting style is by no means as big as you see now. He is masculine and mighty. He is actually extremely wretched in his bones. He is best at hiding. And running away, or in various dark corners, burrowing around like mice and cockroaches, it can be called "pervasive".

"His realm, um, should barely reach the middle and high level of the transformation stage. It may not be the strongest transformation of the empire, but it is definitely the one that will escape the most. It is conservatively estimated that there are no more than three battle transformations. After seven or eighty battles, Yuan Ying surrounded him, chasing and intercepting him, never want to leave him easily.

"So, in case you find the trace of this cockroach, don't do it rashly. No matter how many of you can't get rid of him, let me know as soon as possible. I really want to know that this wretched cockroach... How are you growing up?"