In the magnificent palace of the dream world, the dream master in black robe stepped out of the mist into the huge palace, and the sound of his footsteps echoed in the empty environment.

He quickly arrived in front of the throne, bowed and said, "Great Elder Chang, something happened. Yuanshi Tianzun and Fu Qingyang joined forces to kill Elders Seven and Eleven Chang, as well as the two rulers of the Southern District Branch of the Psychic Association."

The three-meter-tall cloaked giant sitting high on the throne lowered his head and fell into a long silence.

This was the fifth leader of the Southern School who died at the hands of Yuanshi Tianzun.

At the beginning, there were six Changlao, three Changlao, nine Changlao, and now seven Changlao and eleven Changlao. With the five masters and the scarcity of evil professions, there are potential new promotions to replenish them in three years.

No, five years.

Because Yichuan Mei, who had the greatest hope of becoming the master, and several other dream masters, had already returned to the spiritual realm, and almost all the substitutes had died.

The voice of Elder Dachang was vague and ethereal, revealing a suppressed anger.

The Dream Master continued, "The official account of the Songhai branch issued an announcement this afternoon, saying that they would launch a hunting operation against our Southern School's Chang Lao, led by Yuanshi Tianzun and Fu Qingyang."

Perhaps it was because he sensed the violent temper of the old man Dachang that the dream maker Pingqi felt a little frightened.

The dream palace shook violently, as if there was a sudden earthquake.

After a while, the vibration stopped and the person who reported it crawled on the ground, not daring to move.

The leader participated in the destruction of Wuhen Hotel, and formed a mortal feud with Yuanshi Tianzun. He failed to kill him in the Saint Realm. It was inevitable that the Southern Clan would suffer revenge today. Elder Dachang sighed and said in a deep voice: "Draft a notice for me. The members of the Southern Clan should keep a low profile in the near future, don't go out, and don't gather."

As for the other elders, he will notify them himself.

"I understand." The Dream Envoy bowed and retreated.

At nine o'clock in the evening, Zhang Yuan, who worked from dawn to dusk, curled up in bed with his girlfriend, who was sweaty and wet with dew, and came to the top floor of the villa wearing a bathrobe.

With the help of Fu Qingyang and the Taiyi Sect's Crouching Dragon and Phoenix, he successfully gathered the materials and prepared to enter the gang's warehouse tonight to refine the two Chang elders from the Void Sect.

One of them is the Eleventh Elder, who is in the middle stage of level 7, and the other is the Seventh Elder, who is in the late stage of level 7.

It is worth mentioning that the top five Chang elders of the Void Sect are ranked based on strength, and starting from the sixth place, they are ranked according to seniority. Therefore, although the eleventh Chang elder has higher experience value than the ninth Chang elder, he is ranked lower. The ninth Chang elder was promoted to the master several years earlier than him.

Before entering the gang warehouse, Zhang Yuanqing planned to deduce and look for an opportunity to refine the Three Talents Pill.

The current upgrade plan has been released, but without the medicinal materials, everything is in vain.

But it is not easy to find a suitable main medicine, it is too difficult to hunt down the Dark Night Rose to protect it, and it is not possible to enter the Taiyi Gate copy!

If your brain can't solve something, you can only hope by looking at the stars.

Taking out the Daluo Star Plate and igniting the stars on the plate with the power of the stars, Zhang Yuanqing looked up at the starry sky. His temperament became ethereal and mysterious, and pure starlight flowed in his eyes.

The changes of the Zhou Tianxing like program codes foreshadow the future development and determine the direction of the Chang River of Destiny.

Zhang Yuanqing did not see his own end in the long river of fate

This means that he will inevitably participate in demigod-level battles in the future, and because of his insufficient status, he will not be able to deduce the secrets of heaven.

He looked back in the long river of fate, narrowed the scale of deduction, focused on upgrading, and then saw many shadows that were almost blurred.

Zhang Yuanqing took these shadows into consideration and deduced them repeatedly.

After a full hour, he opened his eyes and got a prediction from the star wish image that the opportunity to refine the three pills would come in 35 days.

However, it seems to involve a high level of power, so I can't see it clearly and can only get a hunch.

"35 Days Later" Zhang Yuanqing put away the star disk and disappeared from the rooftop of the villa.

In the Mo Clan Mechanical City copy, Zhang Yuanqing carved the spiritual seal array pattern to summon the goddess and waited for a long time, but the old man read it but did not reply and ignored him.

"Alas, it seems that she doesn't want to see me recently." Zhang Yuanqing sighed in disappointment.

He was also thinking about whether he could ask her to catch a sun god for him to eat. Now it seems that improving the pill formula is the biggest concession that the stubborn and strong-willed queen can make.

Zhang Yuanqing erased the spirit seal formation and began to draw the spirit refining formation.

After the Lingzhuan formation was finished, he exhaled the power of Taiyin and transformed into an old man and a young man, who were none other than the Seventh Chang Elder and the Eleventh Chang Elder.

The two spiritual bodies were exposed to the light of day, filled with resentment, and were immediately bound in the formation by the sinister and yin energy that erupted from the spiritual seal formation.

"Two Elders, please hand over all the props and materials in your inventory," Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile.

"Yuanshi Tianzun!" The young Eleventh Chang Elder had a ferocious look on his face: "We would rather expose our own spirits than become your slaves. The Great Chang Elder and the leader will avenge us." However, he was suppressed by the formation and could not self-destruct.

Qi Chang Lao sneered and said, "You want our family property? Dream on. If you have the guts, just kill us."

Zhang Yuanqing sighed: "Being tough is a traditional skill of your Southern School? I am too lazy to talk nonsense with you. I will let Jiuchang Lao do your ideological work.

A breath of Taiyin power blew out, and the beautiful woman who turned into black smoke, Jiuchang Lao saw his two colleagues standing in the familiar formation. He was stunned at first, and then he said with a strange and complicated expression: "You, you are here too."

She felt unwilling, indignant and bitter. Two more Chang masters from the Southern School had met with the murderous hands of Yuanshi Tianzun.

But deep down, there is a trace of gloating

I have been caught in the rain, and I feel happy when I see others being caught in the rain. This is an evil profession.

The two elders from the Southern School stared at her coldly. "You actually gave yourself to Yuanshi Tianzun. You'd be better off dead than living without dignity. Clean."

"You are not worthy of being the Chang Lao of the Southern School"

"Oh, you forgot how you became a freelance dream slave, and you've lost face."

Jiuchang Lao listened with a smile and waited for Liangba Shao Dao to finish scolding. She said calmly: "Between life and death, I chose life, what's wrong with that!"

"What's so shameful about being the master's spiritual servant? The master is nostalgic. The spiritual servants and Yin corpses who followed him in the early days, the former have been promoted to peak saints, and the latter have even entered the realm of domination..."

"If I serve my master well, I might be able to step into a higher level in the future. Let alone being a slave, I only regret that I don't have a physical body and cannot serve my beauty."

Seeing her two former colleagues getting furious, she said with a smile, "Except for the occasional assistance in battle, I have never been humiliated or suffered any hardship when following the master. I have no idea how relaxed and happy I am. Occasionally, when my heart knot flares up and I get sick, the master can use the power of the sun to wash away my evil thoughts."

At this point, she changed the subject and said coldly, "You are in the spirit refining array. You can neither self-destruct nor resist. You are destined to become spirit servants. As the saying goes, a man who knows the current situation is a hero. Since you have fallen into the hands of the Lord, why don't you do the same as me and turn to the light and suffer less."

"Your props and materials are just extras to the master. Do you really think they are so important? They are just dispensable tokens of loyalty. When you become a spiritual servant in the future, you will be abused and tortured by the master. Why bother?"

The expressions of the two Chang elders changed.

They are at the mercy of others, and they really have no ability to negotiate or resist. Even if they become spirit servants in the future, they won't be able to self-destruct.

Zhang Yuanqing clapped his hands and said, "Your props are still yours to use. I won't take them and I don't like them."

After the spirit body is refined into a spirit servant, it is equivalent to death. The character card automatically returns to the spirit realm, and the items in the inventory naturally return with it. He doesn't think much of it.

It is not difficult to see that the two old men do not have any good props. In the daytime battle, the two did not have top-quality props, and both of them had level 7 props.

The Props God no longer looks down upon the low- and medium-quality level 7 props.

However, instead of returning to the spiritual realm, it is better to stay and be used by the spiritual servants. The stronger the spiritual servants are, the stronger he is.

After hearing Yuanshi Tianzun's promise, the two Chang Lao from the Southern School looked at each other, hesitated, and struggled. After a quarter of an hour, they chose to surrender:

In fact, even if they did not surrender, they could not escape the fate of being enslaved. Instead of doing that, it would be better for them to hand over their props and materials and switch from the Southern School to Yuanshi Tianzun.

New job, new life.

The next day, Zhang Yuanqing hugged Guan Ya, woke up from a light sleep, put on his clothes, and washed up simply. Then he crushed the teleportation jade talisman.

The scene blurred in an instant, and then became clear. In the medieval-style meeting hall, his figure appeared at the head of a solid wooden table covered with animal skins. A few seconds later, one figure after another appeared out of thin air at the seats.

Xiahou Aotian, the Lord of Stopping Killing, the King of Demon Eyes, Xiaoyuan and Ms. JOJO. The tabby cat jumped from the high-backed chair onto the exposed table, raised its tail, arched its back, yawned lazily and said, "Why are you in such a hurry to hold a meeting? Who are you going to kill again? Can I apply to let the curly-haired dog hold meetings for me in the future?"

"No, Ms. JOJO." Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile: "Mr. Gou Chang is not a member of our gang."

He turned to look at the other three people and said, "The meeting I want to convey to you is an internal meeting of the Dead Return... Two things will be announced at today's meeting: First, I will soon enter the dungeon of the Goddess of Beauty Association and conduct a 35-day marathon dungeon strategy. During this period, you should keep a low profile as much as possible and don't cause trouble."

"Second, 35 days later, no matter what you have to do, you'd better make time for it. I will arrange the tasks on that day."

Ms. JOJO opened her cat eyes wide and said, "Are you ready to sprint for Peng's promotion to Lord of the Sun?"

Everyone present had different expressions. Xiahou Aotian was a little surprised. In his opinion, the strength of the dungeon some time ago was already the limit of the limit.

Regardless of whether it is psychological or physiological, there is some discomfort.

I didn't expect Yuanshi Tianzun

Is he going to undergo more intense and high-intensity upgrades? Is he stimulated or is he feeling some kind of pressure?

Xiaoyuan was more worried, frowned, and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zhang Yuanqing said in a deep voice: "I observed the stars last night and found that the fate of two months later cannot be deduced or observed. This means that two months later, the world will be in chaos and the level involved will be extremely high."

"I have a feeling that something big will happen in two months."

The Demon Eye King frowned: "Two months later, the moral value will disappear again?"

Zhang Yuanqing said: "It is very likely"

No wonder he was in a hurry to upgrade. Everyone suddenly realized that Yuanshi Tianzun, who was intending to compete for the throne of the Lord of the Sun, is now only a level 7 master, and is still a long way from the peak master, let alone the demigod realm.

High pressure is normal

"Two months," the Demon Eye King whispered to himself.

Zhang Yuanqing continued, "I will not bring anyone with me during this upgrade. You guys should stay in the dark. I will communicate with the Goddess of Beauty Association and publish the dungeon strategy regularly. You can learn about my current situation through the published information."

"If I die in the dungeon, Xiahou Aotian will take over the position of gang leader and become your leader."

For some reason, Xiahou Aotian didn't feel happy.

"I can't help you during the dungeon. I will hand over the items in the gang warehouse to Xiahou Aotian. If you really encounter any problems, you can go to him."

Zhang Yuanqing said: "If there are no other questions, let's adjourn the meeting."

"Wait!" The Palace Master of Stop Killing raised his hand and asked, "Will there be sleeping girls in the gang copy of the Beauty Goddess Association?"

Xiaoyuan immediately looked at me with burning eyes, like a lioness guarding her territory.

Zhang Yuanqing seemed not to have heard it, and said calmly, "The meeting is adjourned."

Bang!

He was the first to leave the meeting room

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