Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

In the past twenty days, Zhang Yifeng has read the books on the formation of Cangshu Pavilion very much. The reason why I can watch it so quickly is because Zhang Yifeng can not only look at ten lines at a glance, but also remember it.

After the divine consciousness was scanned, almost all the contents of a book were engraved in my mind. Such a talent is definitely not something ordinary people can have.

This is the benefit brought by the wisdom tree rooted in the sea. The tree of wisdom, but the immortals have to grab their heads.

Fairy, to put it bluntly, is also a human. It's just N times stronger than ordinary people.

In the world of cultivators, as long as you work hard, in theory, everyone can be immortal.

Twenty days have passed, Zhang Yifeng's cultivation base has been promoted to the second level of the Golden Core Period, and if he consolidates his cultivation base for a week, he can attack the third layer of the Golden Core Period.

Zhang Yifeng calculated the medicinal materials on his body. If nothing else, he should be able to raise his cultivation to the fourth level of the Golden Core Stage.

Although the initial consumption is not small, there is absolutely no horror in the later stage. According to his estimation, to upgrade the cultivation base to the fourth level, it will consume more than 50 golden cores, that is, the appearance of four raw materials. The materials requested by Men and Tuoba's family add up to exactly four.

In addition, Su Zhirou had visited Zhang Yifeng several times in the past twenty days, and she was a very considerate subordinate as a young lady. After all, Su Zhirou is also very busy. She goes to the Black Tower every day to establish a sense of contact with her ancestors.

At this time, the black tower.

Not only Su Zhirou is here, but Tuobayu is also here.

"Sister Yi, how is it?" Obviously, Tuobayu was here to inquire about Su Zhirou's progress.

Su Zhirou said indifferently: "I can feel the intimacy getting stronger and stronger, as if my ancestors are calling me."

Tuobayu smiled: "It seems that my guess is correct. As long as the bloodline fits well, it is possible to use the power of the ancestors. If you continue to establish contact with the ancestors, I will not disturb you. I hope that I will destroy the enemy. Later, you can control this power and let us go home."

Su Zhirou nodded and said, "Brother Yu, I will work hard."

Tuobayu patted Su Zhirou on the shoulder, then turned and left.

Su Zhirou sat on the futon again, closing her eyes, trying to merge with the will of her ancestors.

...

In general, during the past twenty days, Tuoba's direct line remained calm, and nothing special happened.

But compared to the tranquility of Tuoba's family, all the major factions in the cultivation world are somewhat tired of fighting.

Since the first war, there have been several minor wars.

The spies of Zhengyimen and various martial arts can always send out effective information. Even if some undercover identities were exposed and their heads were cut off, there are still many undercovers alive.

No matter where the Tuoba family's army went, Zhengyimen Heying could find his whereabouts.

In these wars, several martial arts also suffered casualties, but fortunately, the casualties were not as great as the first time.

It stands to reason that the martial arts have won every battle, which is very conducive to unity and morale. However, in fact the opposite is true.

After several battles, the suspicions of the martial arts became more and more serious, because Zhengyimen has not died since the beginning of the battle.

After the first battle, it was rumored that the people of the Tuoba family would put down their swords when they saw the people in front of the door.

Although this rumor was quickly stifled, more and more people witnessed this scene with their own eyes as the battle took place.

Every time in the fight, the Tuoba family specifically sought out disciples who were not righteous to kill. When you encounter a disciple who is in the front door, you will leave far away, unless you really can't do so, you will rush to fight.

But this fight is not heroic at all, the Tuoba family seems to be deliberately releasing water! It's like acting.

One or two performances are fine, but the performances are not justified. Although the disciples of the martial arts did not say anything, their doubts deepened in their hearts. Even the masters of the big sects had doubts in their hearts.

Why are they killed or injured in every battle? Instead of being a door?

Is this a round?

At the same time, the castle.

After Tuoba Yu left the black tower, he went straight back to the castle and called Tuoba Long.

"How is your plan carried out?"

Tuobayu asked.

Tuobalong replied, "Patriarch, everything is going well. In the next two or three small battles, our army was wiped out."

The whole army was wiped out, but still smiling. For a ghost like Tuoba Long, the whole world is afraid that no second person can be found.

Tuobayu nodded, and then asked, "How long will this kind of little trouble last?"

Tuoba Long smiled and said: "Come on, I think the sect masters of various martial arts have already planted the seeds of doubt. Now it is time to add a little fertilizer to let the seeds germinate and bear fruit."

Tuobayu said indifferently: "Don't play mystery, be more specific."

"Patriarch, this is the case. Now, although the various sects still obey the arrangements of Zhengyimen on the surface, they have fought several times, and each of them has not died. It will inevitably make people feel suspicious. They can still hold back their hearts. Doubt, because there is still a lack of fire. Now, it is time to give them a fire."

"How to add it?" Tuobayu asked again.

Tuoba Long smiled and said: "I want to arrange a slightly larger battle. In these few battles, I deliberately divided the troops, making them think that we broke up our army, and can only kill 10,000 to 20,000 enemies each time. Now, it’s time for the army to gather. Once the army gathers, several martial arts will surely take action again, sending out the elite of the martial arts, and want to kill us all at once."

Tuoba Long has a calm expression and is quite strategizing, with the tolerance of winning thousands of miles away.

At this point, he deliberately stopped, Tuobayu smiled faintly, and asked cooperatively: "What then?"

Tuoba Long continued to speak: "Then, at the moment of adding fire, we will definitely lose in this battle, but we can't let all the martial arts survive. I will let the 100,000 army, focus on killing a few people!"

"Who to kill?" Tuobayu asked curiously.

Tuobalong's eyes flickered, and he stood up and said, "Son of Xingyunmen sect master, Guan Fei."

"The younger brother of the Great Master Zhiru, Zhixiang."

"Sect Master Wanjian's best son, Jiang He."

...

Tuoba Long said six names in a row. These people are the closest people to the main powers.

"These six people, if you kill three people, you will lose your heart when you open the door. If you kill six people, the alliance built by the door will fall apart!"

Tuoba Long spoke again, his eyes firm, as if he had absolute confidence in his plan. .

"Oh? So confident? How many of these six people do you think the remaining army of 100,000 can kill?"

"They? No one can be killed." Tuoba Long said tauntingly.

Tuobayu frowned at that time: "No one can be killed, then why are you so confident."

Tuoba Long said lightly: "Because I am preparing to borrow someone from the Patriarch."

Tuobayu was a little surprised and said: "Borrow someone? Whom?"