Douluo Zhijie lottery system

Chapter 910 910. Adjustment (4000 words, two in one)

"The water in Douluo Continent is really deep!"

Yang Minghou leaned on the back of the chair, grasped the handle tightly with both hands, his chest heaved violently up and down, his whole body was as if he had just been fished out of the sea, his clothes were soaked in sweat, obviously he was just trying to explore the back of the abyss plane The real master was terrified.

"Under the whole world, I have only experienced the powerful person who can give me such great terror so far. The strength of the other party is definitely not inferior to the Dragon God. Who is He? And why is he hidden behind the scenes? What is he controlling the abyss plane for?"

All kinds of doubts appeared in Yang Ming's mind one after another, making him feel confused about the whole matter.

As the saying goes, the higher you stand, the farther you can see.

When Yang Ming was weak, he only thought that the most powerful force on the Douluo Continent was the Wuhun Palace, but when Yang Ming founded the Zhatian Gang and led the Zhatian Gang to rise step by step, replacing the original status of the Wuhun Palace Later, it was discovered that Douluo Star is a world controlled by the God Realm, and the God Realm is the most powerful force.

But now that Yang Ming has stepped into the realm of demigods, and the six-path puppet of Black Dragon Ditian became a god with the help of the blood of the dragon god, with the combination of the two, he is not inferior to the new gods. Yang Ming seems to have discovered that the gods The world is not yet the most powerful force, and there are still unknown powerhouses hidden in invisible corners.

Yang Ming took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and rested his head on the back of the chair, slightly calming down the turbulent emotions in his heart.

When Yang Ming opened his eyes again, the panic had faded from Yang Ming's eyes, leaving only boundless fighting spirit.

"No matter what plans these behind-the-scenes bigwigs have, I just need to keep improving my strength."

Looking down at the calloused palms of his hands, he clenched his fists tightly, feeling the body that was constantly becoming stronger after practicing the "Indestructible Sutra", and the corners of Yang Ming's lips pursed into a cold and hard arc.

"It seems that I need to speed up the progress of my preparation to become a god."

Thinking of this, Yang Ming glanced at the hole in the space behind him, from which he could glimpse the world of the six realms of reincarnation that was undergoing a qualitative change.

Ever since Yang Ming ordered the Six Paths of Reincarnation World to devour the reflection world created by the Dragon God in the Dragon God ruins, after swallowing a considerable area, the Six Paths of Reincarnation World began to be closed, undergoing some unknown changes.

Before the Six Paths of Reincarnation World had completed this change, it would be difficult for Yang Ming to use the Six Paths of Reincarnation to become a god, but now that he had the "Indestructible Sutra", Yang Ming could try to follow the path of the beast gods who used their bodies to become gods.

"However, there is no need to worry about these. I have just cultivated a demigod body. It is most important to consolidate the current demigod state first."

Tens of thousands of feet tall building rises from the ground, and only with a solid and solid foundation can one climb up better and improve one's own strength and cultivation.

With a firm mind, Yang Ming looked up at Illidan Stormrage at the desk.

However, he was still lying on the ground with his eyes closed tightly. From the surface, it seemed that he couldn't see that the seeds of the abyss plane had changed him, at least in appearance, he was still the same.

A demon face with a very masculine charm, publicity and a little evil charm, but it is covered by a black cloth, tall and strong, with purple skin, the iconic huge corners, and the pair of huge His bat wings are even more eye-catching, as well as his devil-like hooves, holding a pair of crescent-shaped strange weapons like Azzinoth Warblades that seem to be burning with green flames in both hands, the whole person looks extremely extraordinary.

But in the sight of Jiugouyu's eyes of reincarnation, Yang Ming clearly saw the abyssal energy flowing quietly in Illidan Stormrage's blood vessels. Inside, Illidan Stormrage's viscera have been spread all over, and he has undergone racial transformation from the microscopic cellular level, and began to transform into an abyssal creature.

"No wonder the sage of the abyss gave Illidan Stormrage the extremely precious seed of the abyss plane so reassuringly and boldly. He is not afraid of his betrayal at all!"

Thinking of the truth about the seed of the abyss plane, it is not only a sharp weapon to transform the race, but also a controller for the strong behind the scenes to control the 108 emperors of the abyss, Yang Ming couldn't help but turn cold.

"I'm afraid, in the entire abyss plane, only the abyss sage knows all the secrets."

Once again, Yang Ming thought he was lucky. Fortunately, he sent Illidan Stormrage to explore the abyss plane. If he went there by himself and accidentally got tricked by the seed of the abyss plane, even if he had countless trump cards, he would not be able to escape. It is difficult to get rid of the control of the strong behind the scenes, and will only become a senior beater in the end.

"As for Illidan's next disposal..."

Yang Ming pondered for a moment, then took out a black stick, which is the tool used by Samsara Eye to make six puppets.

Before Illidan Stormrage set off for the abyss plane, Yang Ming had transformed him into a half-demon half-six puppet, but now, Yang Ming was not at ease, fearing that the behind-the-scenes master who controlled the abyss plane would be able to capture Illidan Stormrage's power. Therefore, Yang Ming had no choice but to wrong Illidan Stormrage and completely transform him into a puppet of the Six Paths.

The matter of transforming the human body into a six-path puppet is a bit unsightly, so I won't explain it in detail here.

A day later, a black shadow spread its wings and flew high from the window of Yang Ming's office. A pair of devil bat wings became farther and farther away in the sky until it turned into a black spot and disappeared from sight.

Yang Ming stood in front of the window sill with his hands behind his back, staring in the direction of Illidan Stormrage's departure with his deep eyes, dazed.

"The invasion of the Abyss plane is imminent. If you want to fight outside, you must first settle down. First clean up those restless forces on the Douluo Continent. Moreover, my disciples who have practiced the "Summoning Sutra" can only fight in fierce battles." Being able to improve your strength faster is a double-winner.”

Thinking so in his heart, Yang Ming walked to the desk and rang the bell on the table.

"Tinkling! Jingling! Jingling!"

A crisp bell rang, notifying the Zhatian Gang members standing guard outside to come in.

"Crench!"

The door opened, and an ordinary gang member in a black robe and a ghost mask entered the office, half kneeling on the ground with his head bowed, waiting for orders.

"The order goes on, I want to have lunch with Emperor Xue Ye, and invite him to come to Zhatian Gang's resident."

"Subordinates obey!"

The man in black nodded and exited the room respectfully.

For such a small matter, Yang Ming doesn't need to run errands himself, just leave it to his subordinates.

The sun hangs high in the sky, and the scorching sun spreads bright golden light, reflecting the imperial palace in a golden and green glory.

A gang member from the Zhatian Gang, holding a waist card, entered the Heaven Dou Palace led by a group of imperial guards.

The ground paved with high-quality white jade shines with warm light, on the eaves carved from sandalwood, phoenixes spread their wings, the floating windows carved from blue tiles, the wall panels piled up with jade, the end of a straight road, As you climb up the jade steps, you will find a huge palace complex.

The palace complex is supported by thick pillars with eight people hugging each other. The pillars are carved with lifelike dragon patterns, facing the phoenix on the palace.

Behind the palace group is a back garden, full of exotic flowers and plants, very bright and beautiful.

A bright sun streaked across the exquisite turret, casting a golden light on the high wall.

The palaces in Tiandou Palace appear mysterious and quiet. Looking from a distance, the crimson palaces seem to be inlaid on the ground, with glazed tile roofs exposed, just like golden islands.

"Honorable Messenger, Your Majesty is resting in the palace, please come in."

An eight-foot-tall imperial guard wearing a silver helmet and silver armor with a big knife pinned to his waist, with a flattering smile on his face, spoke humanely to the black-robed man in front of him.

In the entire Heaven Dou Empire, who doesn't know who the real master of this empire is?
Therefore, even if this imperial guard had the strength of a thirty-level soul master, he didn't dare to wink at the Zhatian Gang, who was only a dozen-level soul master.

"Ah."

The member of the gang who had received Yang Ming's mission replied in a nonchalant manner, seemingly a little arrogant, but the guards around him did not dare to express their anger, and instead opened the door of the side hall, allowing the envoy to enter .

I saw the cloud-top sandalwood beams in the sleeping palace, the crystal jade as the lamp, the pearl as the curtain, Fan Jin as the pillar foundation, and a crocodile twirled tent hanging beside the six-foot wide bed of agarwood, embroidered with pearls and silver threads all over the tent. Begonia flowers are moving in the wind, like a magical sea falling into the clouds.
On the couch, there are sapphire pillows, soft silkworm ice mats, and jade belts and quilts.

There is a huge bright moon bead hanging on the top of the treasure in the hall, shining like a bright moon.

The ground is covered with white jade, embedded with golden beads, the ground is chiseled into a lotus, and it looks like five lotus flowers in blossom. , Just like a jade lotus growing step by step.

The envoy stared and saw an old man half lying on the bed, and a maid was feeding him soup.

He is extremely burly, wearing a golden nightgown, with a majestic expression on his face, and his body exudes great pressure. In terms of aura, he is definitely not an ordinary person, and he looks like an emperor.

It's just that time is not forgiving, his beard and hair are all white, his eyes are full of fatigue, with an aging look, which reminds people of the setting sun in the west.

The envoy recognized at a glance that the old man in front of him was the Emperor Xue Ye who was in charge of the Heaven Dou Empire in name.

Emperor Xue Ye was already old, coupled with his busy schedule, there was also a giant like the Zhatian Gang in the empire, who was giving this old man unimaginable pressure all the time, and now he was suffering from illness. It is normal to experience signs of fatigue and aging.

The envoy did not kneel down, but bowed slightly and saluted, saying:
"Meet Your Majesty, I am following the order of the leader to invite you to have lunch at the Zhatian Gang's residence."

Hearing this, the maids and imperial guards around Emperor Xue Ye couldn't help but change their expressions slightly, showing faint signs of anger.

After all, the tone of Yang Ming's order was not polite at all. It looked like an invitation, but it was actually an order.

As the saying goes, the emperor humiliated his ministers to death, and those of them who were guards and maids felt the same, and a sense of aggrieved spontaneously emerged.

"Cough, cough, cough!"

Seeing that the imperial guards beside him were about to yell at the envoy, Emperor Xue Ye quickly coughed a few times to divert the attention of everyone present.

After the vicissitudes of the past few years, Emperor Xue Ye is much older than a few years ago, with many age spots on his face, he no longer has the heroic appearance of the past, and looks quite old.

The withered and wrinkled lines on his face stretched slightly like an old tree, Emperor Xue Ye seemed unable to see the hidden meaning in Yang Ming's order, and said with a smile:

"The envoy of hard work made such a trip. It just so happens that I, an old bone, stay in the bedroom all day and have nothing to do. I can take this opportunity to go for a walk to exercise my muscles and bones. I beg the envoy to go back, saying that the old man will arrive soon. "

"According to the order!"

The envoy saluted with both hands, and slowly exited the palace.

When the door of the sleeping palace was closed, the maid and the imperial guard finally couldn't bear it anymore and said:
"It's really deceiving, their Zhatian Gang is so rude to His Majesty!"

"What do they think of His Majesty? Is it someone who is calling around?"

"Hush, keep your voice down, don't let His Majesty hear you, His Majesty is still sick."

"Oh, yes, I almost forgot."

"..."

Naturally, these voices outside the door could not be concealed from Emperor Xue Ye's ears.

But what can he do?

Now, it is a foregone conclusion that the Zhatian Gang is powerful, even though Emperor Xue Ye once flirted with the Wuhun Palace in private, and secretly helped many branches of the Wuhun Palace to escape the Zhatian Gang, hoping that these two behemoths would lose both He likes to be a fisherman, but after witnessing more and more incredible achievements of the leader of the Zhatian Gang, Yang Ming, Emperor Xue Ye has given up.

"Ugh!"

Emperor Xue Ye slammed his fist on the knee, his face became more twilight, and said:
"Unfortunately, several of my sons have passed away, and even Xue Qinghe, who I am most optimistic about, is a counterfeit. Now, I can only pin my hopes on my younger brother Xue Xing, hoping to have his relationship with the Zhatian Gang Now, if I can keep my royal line, it will not be cut off."

Since ancient times, winners and losers.

Emperor Xue Ye didn't do what he thought, but hoped that Yang Ming would not carry out a bloody cleansing of the royal family for the sake of Prince Xue Xing, even if they were to be a puppet emperor.

There was a long sigh.

When Emperor Xue Ye left the palace, his face was no longer decadent. Instead, under the maid's meticulous make-up, he seemed to be ten years younger, with a rosy complexion and a radiant look.

The carriage engraved with the Tiandou royal emblem left the palace and headed straight for the Zhatian Gang's garrison.

A huge mansion is located on the side of the imperial palace, facing a river to the north, the river runs through the entire alley, the charm of the mountains and rivers is still in front of your eyes, and the beauty of the earth is pleasing to the eye.

The courtyard is surrounded by red walls, green willows hang around, and two huge stone lions stand in front of the Zhatian Gang's resident gate, guarding the place mightily. On the top of the red vermilion lacquered gate hangs a black golden silk nanmu plaque, with the inscription three A big character - "Zhatian Gang".

On both sides of the gate, there are two clay sculpture-like guards. Just looking at their appearance, it is really difficult to connect with the noble soul saint powerhouse.

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(End of this chapter)