One emperor through the ages?White-haired loli!

Yuelong intercepted the voice they were trying to play on Jun Mi through the stereo—that was the announcement of natural disasters, which meant that this was not just a temptation, but also a sign that the natural disasters were preparing to do it directly.

So at this juncture, it doesn't make sense to pretend or not.

And Long Bo, through the content of that voice, the key clue that the Black Embroidery Knife broke through three days ago, and everything that happened in Junmi City during this period... restored the real picture of the natural disaster plan.

"I've been thinking about it since the beginning."

Long Bo said: "What is your real purpose - what is the purpose of attracting the Jiuhua government with such a big fanfare in Junmi City?"

"For a terrorist attack that requires strict secrecy, is such a design and arrangement really normal?"

"You let Shanks be arrested by the black embroidered knife through my hands, and then you let Ripper, who was already vacillating, participate in this plan. In the two rounds of design, you completely directed Jiuhua's attention to 'blow up the Xuantian Tower' This goal."

The painter didn't speak, but just looked at Long Bo calmly.

No, maybe it's not calm, there is a bit of indifference and interest in the holes in the pupils of the bronze mask.

——Like that dead dog screaming in front of Yan Lu and Ji Liqing.

As the designer of this whole plan, no one knows the foregone conclusion better than the painter, so no one is more calm than him, calmly watching Long Bo explain his patheticly when he is powerless. plan.

"Of course you know that neither Heixiudao nor anyone above will believe that your goal is the Xuantian Tower."

Long Bo was not annoyed by the painter's eyes, because he knew that there was an uncalculated pure theory on that piece of land, any conspiracy, no matter how well-thought-out, no matter how shocking, to her, was nothing like the waves in the waves. There is no difference between foam and ants in the sand.

So there was a deeper mockery in his eyes than that of the painter.

"But for your plan, it doesn't really matter what Jiuhua thinks or where he sets his sights."

The man's gaze became sharp and cold: "You just want...to gather them together."

"Gather Jiuhua... the most elite group of cultivators."

"Oh?" the painter asked with great interest, "You mean, I want to use this to kill all these elites?"

"Who are you looking down on, painter?"

Long Bo stuffed his hands into his pockets, and stepped on the scriptures that he threw aside.

He said softly: "Do you really think that I will really regard you guys... who can get the top Yuanling weapons that Jiuhua can't make at present, as a pure terrorist organization?"

"Destroy, destroy, kill... these things are just means to you, not your goal. Your goal is nothing more than one—"

The man pointed at his feet: "I want to send the East described in this book to hell."

Then, he couldn't help laughing again: "But you also know very well that even if you try to coerce and lure all the countries in the world except Jiuhua, the best outcome will be a loss for both sides. "

"Yes."

The painter sighed: "Jiuhua has four Yuanling cannons that can easily level the capital of any country without any countermeasures; there are countless economies that span the ocean and have the ability to dominate; there are huge self-sufficient resources; at the same time They can also rely on the above advantages to arbitrarily plunder any technology they need."

"And with this kind of hard power, under the thousands of years of inheritance with a high sense of nationality, if you want to instigate an ordinary Jiuhua, you need to find those less and less unfortunate people, and you must He has been washing his nao repeatedly since he was a child, otherwise he would be allowed to live in Jiuhua all year round, and the risk of betrayal would be unacceptably high."

"The unbelievable moral education in the education system, and the unbreakable high-level ideological consciousness society that has been formed after thousands of years, those overseas countries are like uncivilized barbarians compared with Jiuhua."

"And the most important thing...the hopeful, unsolidified, mobile class, as long as they have the ability... Heh, even a rural farmer with no background can become the director of the disaster response bureau. In terms of political intelligence and ability zero and still not being eaten up by the highest political circles."

"Military, economic, resources, technology; culture, nation, history, spirit... Barriers in every aspect are suffocating and desperate."

The man wearing the bronze mask shook his head and said, "Sometimes, I spend the whole night thinking about why I want to be an enemy of such a monster."

"But in the end... I finally found its key point, and found the problem that even Jiuhua, even if it takes hundreds or thousands of years, cannot be solved!"

His voice was still calm and indifferent, but gradually a deep-seated anger rose.

"The despicableness of severing the Yuanling, but relying on the Yuanling; the hypocrisy of using the Yuanling, but shouting equality..."

The painter laughed loudly: "You all know that you will never be able to eliminate the gap between cultivators and ordinary people! But you don't put this class that is bound to solidify on the table like overseas countries, and use foolish means to make them numb and ignorant. Worship the cultivator ignorantly. Instead, he insists on hypocritically pulling the cultivator down from the fixed step, trying to eliminate the impossible gap, letting the contradiction between the cultivator and ordinary people, and carrying out the absurdity of that madman wishful thinking. Policy, regard his words as the standard, as the truth!"

"As long as Yuanling exists for a day! Relying on Yuanling, but such a hypocritical Jiuhua, there must be fundamental contradictions between cultivators and ordinary people!"

After listening to this long speech, Long Bo just asked back: "Really?"

He looked at the painter and suddenly laughed: "So, what are you afraid of?"

"..."

"If it is true as you said, for Jiuhua, the contradiction between cultivators and ordinary people is irreconcilable..."

"Then, why do you want to carry out your plan at this time, why do you want to gather the most elite cultivators of Jiuhua at this time, and set off a catastrophe in Junmi City?"

"At this... the moment when the "Sixth Yuanling Act" was promulgated?"

The "Sixth Yuanling Act", the full name of "The Sixth Act of Cultivators and Yuanling Physiques", has been vigorously reported by TV stations many times in the past few days.

This bill once again stipulates the rights and obligations enjoyed by Jiuhua cultivators and Yuan Ling physique. The various systems and items in it are an incomparably huge change for the entire Jiuhua cultivator system.

"As you know, the promulgation of the "Sixth Yuanling Act" is equivalent to finding a way to make up for the last shortcoming for Jiuhua."

"Maybe there is no way to improve this shortcoming in the first place, but Jiuhua, which redefines the system and rules of cultivators, will be more difficult to shake in this shortcoming."

"so……"

Uncle Long expressed the truth about the whole plan of the natural disaster with a blank face——

"You wantonly destroyed Junmi City, attracted attention, and gathered the most elite cultivators of Jiuhua."

"At this time, at the time when Eternal Life is going on, when the traffic in Junmi City is at its peak, when the number of cultivators is also increasing sharply, when the "Sixth Act" is promulgated... a disaster is caused, and then nine Hua makes a choice."

"The Ninth Spirit Armor driven by Fan Ning can at most evacuate more than [-] people in the first place in this disaster."

"...And among these more than ten thousand people, how many ordinary people are there, and how many cultivators?"

"For the government, practitioners are the most valuable human resources, and they must be rescued as soon as possible in such a crisis situation."

"So... at this juncture, cultivators who clearly have the ability to save others and should contribute to society did not make sacrifices. Countless civilians watched desperately as one cultivator after another evacuated safely, but they themselves were in hell. Let my father, mother, wife, husband, children, friends...all die."

He kicked away the so-called sacred book, and calmly said: "Then this so-called "Sixth Yuanling Act" is a complete joke, isn't it?"

"Even if in the end Jiuhua repeatedly declared that this was a conspiracy, even if they emphasized that you were provoking confrontation, the truth lies there. The vast majority of people in this world are not that noble, and overseas countries are even worse. We can take advantage of the large number of overseas people attracted by this event to criticize Jiuhua's 'hypocrisy' from the commanding heights."

"Ordinary people start to hate cultivators, and cultivators who are superior to others will think why they have to serve these people, and what qualifications do they have to hate themselves."

"The rift between the cultivator and ordinary people cannot be repaired, and it will even become deeper, and one day...under the intensified contradictions, the first big turmoil after the death of Emperor Zhenxian 900 years ago will be staged again——Cultivator Great turmoil caused by irreconcilable contradictions with ordinary people."

This is the ultimate goal of all the intermittent, weird, and unknown actions of the natural disaster before Jun Mi.

Different from all countries in the world, only Jiuhua is constantly working hard to prevent practitioners from becoming a superior class and make them serve the whole society.

But this kind of effort will undoubtedly lead to constant conflicts between practitioners and ordinary people, which is an unavoidable and unavoidable pain in the process of transformation.

And natural disasters, or the purpose of overseas countries, is to make this pain into an irreversible, deep-rooted scar.

In this world, there is no country, no organization, no existence that can defeat such a prosperous and complete Jiuhua.

—except herself.

No matter how stable the society inside Jiuhua is, cultivators who are absolutely unstable factors are the biggest breakthrough.

No matter from any angle, this is an unsolvable conspiracy.

Just like what Long Bo said, even if it is a conspiracy, it is impossible for ordinary people who can be hurt and see the "truth" to be rational.

And the practitioners who will also be on the cusp will also change their mentality because of public opinion and their own "extraordinary".

The painter applauded lightly: "It's amazing, Uncle Long, it's amazing."

"It's hard to imagine that three days ago, you didn't know anything about the whole plan."

"As long as the intelligence is in place, all you have to do to draw a conclusion is to string the facts together."

Long Bo put his arms around his chest: "You don't take any stand, your plan is... oh, it's very good."

The key to this plan is not the recent arrangement, but how to set off such a huge disaster in Junmi City that the Jiuhua government has to be forced to arrange evacuation instead of the first rescue.

Long Bo didn't know how the natural disaster was achieved, but this plan spanning more than ten years can still achieve the most perfect purpose, which shows how strict it is.

——If it is really just a terrorist organization that intends to blow up the Xuantian Tower, how can it be possible to make an enemy of Jiuhua and create a catastrophe?

"After saying this, you seem to be still calm."

The painter looked at Uncle Long with his back to the sun, and said with a smile, "Uncle Long, what gave you confidence?"

The unstoppable destruction, the contradiction after the destruction, the inevitable conspiracy.

When Psherton was activated and Junmi's land began to roar, the end curtain that the painter, the natural disaster, and countless people behind the scenes were looking forward to had already fallen.

This is the unchangeable and unchangeable end result of the huge malice sent to Jiuhua.

Countless people will die in this disaster, and countless families will be broken because of this. Even if you know that this is a conspiracy, even if you use the national unity to make up for the conflict—because it is not the overseas countries and Jiuhua that are exposed under this disaster. Rather, it is an inevitable gap between cultivators and ordinary people that seems to never be able to be eliminated.

"..."

Hearing the painter's words, the man was stunned for two or three seconds.

Then, there was a "poof" at first, he half covered his face, his shoulders shrugged slightly, but within a few seconds, he couldn't help it, and laughed out of control.

"No...hahahahaha...no, wait..."

"Okay, okay...it's okay."

Long Bo calmed down, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face and the mockery in his eyes.

"Let's... let's not talk about the disaster you created. Maybe you believe that your 'natural disaster' cannot be solved or stopped by anyone, but...um, no, we won't talk about it."

The man with the back of the sun asked: "Why do you think his policies are absurd and his ideas are ridiculous?"

"Why do you think that the modifications Jiuhua has made to the cultivator system so far are...hypocrisy?"

"why."

He still couldn't help laughing and said, "Why do you think that that country has so-called 'rare human resources'..."

"And abandon her people?"

Supreme Theater Command.

Zhao Changlie, dressed in military uniform, stood in front of the big screen with his hands behind his back.

"Chief, the magnitude of the earthquake has been determined. The lowest magnitude is ten, and the highest magnitude..."

Even the non-commissioned officer, who had always been as cold as iron, was slightly moved: "The highest magnitude may reach level [-]."

"A magnitude [-]...earthquake."

The old man whispered, "What concept?"

The non-commissioned officer was silent for a moment, forcing his voice to calm down: "Colonel Fanning must be dispatched immediately to evacuate the...senior human resources in Junmi City."

"Evacuate? Where are the others?"

"...After the disaster, carry out the raid—"

Zhao Changlie raised his hand, signaling for him to stop talking.

He turned to look at the adjutant: "What do you say over there?"

"All intelligence analysis has been completed." The adjutant said loudly, "It is only necessary to destroy the device named 'Psherton', and there is a high probability that the earthquake can be stopped!"

The sergeant was shocked, and he didn't even care about discipline: "Chief, this situation——"

Zhao Changlie interrupted him ignorantly.

"Notify Ge Mingzhi, and issue a notice to all repairers under the Repair Management Bureau—"

There was no hesitation in those old but not cloudy eyes: "The highest battle zone, the commander-in-chief of the Truth Front, Zhao Changlie, issued a mobilization for war. All cultivators in Jiuhua will go to Junmi City at full speed to assist the Disaster Response Bureau in disaster relief work; Those who practice force assist the special investigation team, the police in Junmi City, and the Donghua Theater Army to carry out their missions."

"Chief!" The non-commissioned officer beside Zhao Changlie was extremely anxious, "Even if you want to do this kind of action, you must at least discuss it with Chief Xun, otherwise you will be considered to want to..."

"...A discussion?"

The old man's voice was so fierce that the entire command room was filled with chilling smoke, as if he was on the battlefield!

"If he doesn't agree, I will lead people to kill him now and form a military government!"

His words made the entire headquarters shudder, and no one dared to speak.

"People should not only be saved."

The old man, who has entered his twilight years, is now like an ancient beast full of blood, and his hoarse and old voice is full of chilling violence: "Activate the four evil spirits, and aim at the capitals of England, Macon, Odd, and Linton. , give them 15 minutes to explain, if not...then fire!"

"You're still in a hurry, Changlie."

At the door, another old man walked into the headquarters surrounded by guards. The whole scene became more tense and deadlocked instantly, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

Zhao Changlie turned around slowly and stared at Xun Jianzhang: "What do you want to say? Do you disagree?"

"This...Of course I don't agree."