"I'm not here for the Vatican's relics," Zhang Yuanqing sat on the sofa with his legs crossed. He didn't intend to get up and looked at Deng Jingguo: "Is Alliance Leader Deng injured?"

"During the period when moral values ​​disappeared, there were evil professions causing chaos in Chinatown. I led people to clean them up, which attracted the leader of the evil camp." Deng Jingguo explained simply.

Oh, I was injured by the evil master. There was no major collapse in New Covenant County. These civilian lawful professions did play a role. If it were all up to the official walkers, they would be too busy! Zhang Yuanqing smiled and opened the inventory, took out a tube of diluted life source liquid and threw it over. Deng Jingguo took the life source liquid and raised his eyebrows. He walked down the stairs and sat opposite Zhang Yuanqing:

"What do you want from me?"

As he spoke, he placed the life source liquid on the coffee table.

"I want to recruit the Anti-Black and White Alliance." Zhang Yuanqing went straight to the point.

Deng Jingguo narrowed his eyes and said coldly, "Are you here on behalf of the Five Elements Alliance? Do you want to develop the Anti-Black and White Alliance into a non-staff organization? I'm sorry, although the Anti-Black and White Alliance is composed of Chinese people, it has nothing to do with the First District, and we are not interested in working with the Five Elements Alliance."

It is very common for official organizations to win over civilian organizations. After all, there are so many wild cultivators that it is impossible to completely eliminate them or recruit them all. Developing them into non-official forces is the best option.

Just like the government wins over local tyrants, as long as they are given some benefits, the local tyrants will work for the government, they don’t need a regular organization, and they can also help maintain local order.

As for local tyrants breaking laws and disciplines, minor violations of laws and disciplines are understandable. As long as the overall situation is not chaotic, they can be tolerated.

Under the background of the continuous strong attacks by the evil camp, it is understandable that the Five Elements Alliance wants to gather forces, but Deng Jingguo will not agree. First of all, as a local force of the Free Federation, he has no sense of belonging to the Five Elements Alliance. Secondly, he does not want to be controlled by others. Finally, because of the incident of Yuanshi Tianzun returning to the spiritual realm, he has a very bad impression of the Five Elements Alliance.

Alas, the Five Elements Alliance is not doing well in the eyes of the fellow villagers... Zhang Yuanqing sensed Deng Jingguo's resistance and disgust, and smiled: "I don't represent the Five Elements Alliance, I represent myself."

"You yourself?" Deng Jingguo looked at the swordsman in front of him with a stern gaze. As a strong and hot-tempered thunder mage, he did not laugh at him out loud because of the little friendship they had in the past.

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and raised his hand to touch his face: "Maybe this way, our conversation will go more smoothly."

That stern face was filled with ripples of light, and then suddenly froze into a young face full of spirit.

Deng Jingguo was stunned at first when he saw this face. He instinctively felt that it looked familiar. After a few seconds, he stood up suddenly, his serious face filled with shock: "Yuan, Yuanshi Tianzun?"

"It's me!" Zhang Yuanqing stood up, opened the inventory, took out the Heaven Sacrifice Suit and put it on, activated the suit's special effects, and raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

Bang!

As the stars rose, he appeared at the dining table, and then returned to the sofa in the dreamy starlight.

"I have another identity!" His face was shining again and he turned into Ju Mang. He then took out the sword that could destroy both the body and soul, the devil's oil painting and other dominant props.

Deng Jingguo was dumbfounded and stood there.

There was no need to explain anything further, as he already believed that the person in front of him was Yuanshi Tianzun. At the same time, he realized that Ju Mang, the new star who dominated Xinyue County, was Yuanshi Tianzun in disguise.

No wonder he is so powerful, no wonder Ju Mang can control and use Yuanshi Tianzun’s legacy at will.

After a long time, Deng Jingguo sat down again and stared at Zhang Yuanqing with excitement in his eyes: "You are not dead?"

"I'm resurrected!" Zhang Yuanqing said with a smile: "There is an item in the second area called the Mother Goddess' Womb, which is a rule-based item for the musician profession."

Deng Jingguo nodded slowly without asking any more questions. He reached out and picked up the diluted life source liquid on the coffee table and injected it into the vein of his arm. After a while, his pale face gradually turned rosy.

Seeing this, Zhang Yuanqing curled up the corners of his mouth.

Deng Jingguo put down the injection and asked, "Have you been promoted to the master?" Zhang Yuanqing nodded.

Deng Jingguo pondered and said, "Want to build your own power?"

Zhang Yuanqing nodded again.

Deng Jingguo thought for a few seconds and said, "If it's you, I don't mind working with you, but to be honest, with your talent and potential, joining the official organization is a better choice. All official organizations in the world have accumulated hundreds of years to reach their current scale."

"It's too difficult for you to build your own power from scratch. The upper limit for the next ten years is just a large civilian organization. But what does this mean to you? In ten years, you may have moved into the headquarters of the Five Elements Alliance and become one of the most powerful people in the world."

The effort and reward are not proportional.

For a genius, joining the official team can save time and effort in becoming the leader of a large organization. Fu Qingsuan is the best example.

Assuming that Fu Qingxuan did not join the Five Elements Alliance, but instead established her own organization, she would at most be a demigod with considerable power.

It is far from comparable to the honor of "Marshal".

Zhang Yuanqing smiled and said, "I don't cultivate forces, I am building forces. The core organizations at present are the Free Federation's Jishi Society, the domestic machinery technology research and development company, the Stop Killing Palace, and the Spirit Realm Gang that I founded myself. There are seven dominant members among them. The backers behind them are the Merchants Guild, the Beauty God Association, and Fu Qingyang of the Five Elements Alliance."

"Now, I want to develop the Anti-Black and White Alliance into a cooperative organization, so that I can help you annex the Black Dragon Hall, Baolin Hall, and Hong Gang in the future, or bring them under your command."

Deng Jingguo was stunned: "This, this..."

Zhang Yuanqing crossed his legs and said, "Master Deng, have you heard of the Lord of the Sun..."

Early morning, Dessen River, New York County.

Zhang Yuanqing sat by the river, with the dark sky above his head and the black, rippling river surface in front of him.

Having just experienced a disaster, order has not yet been restored. The river, which is usually bustling with ships, is now silent, vast and empty.

"You are not dead yet?" A voice came from a distance.

A tall young man walked towards me in the cold morning breeze. He had messy short hair like in idol dramas, handsome features, and a cynical smile on his lips.

He is the only knight in the Vatican for six generations.

He stopped beside Zhang Yuanqing, holding the railing with both hands, and looked out at the dark river: "What do you want from me? I told you last time that I'm preparing for the dungeon."

"As long as you don't enter the dungeon, you won't be able to see the evil professions causing chaos everywhere, so it won't be considered a nuisance if I invite you to New Covenant County."

Zhang Yuanqing tilted his head, looked at the other person's face that looked as annoying as ever, and said, "Xia Zuo is dead. He died in the killing dungeon. He sacrificed himself for the sake of order. I think I should tell you about this."

Zhai Cai was silent.

He sighed: "This is the fate of a knight!"

When saying this, there was no trace of exaggeration or cynicism on Zhai Cai's face, but rather a seriousness and sincerity, as if it was a belief.

The two did not speak for a long time, as if silently commemorating the knight who died in the copy.

After a while, Zhang Yuanqing looked at the river and said, "There is one more thing. I have successfully been promoted to the Lord and want to form my own force, but this is different from the Spirit Realm gang. There is no spiritual realm constraint, so I would like to ask you to help the core members of the organization sign a contract to never betray or hurt each other."

Hearing this, Zhai Cai sneered and said, "My friend, you are a little narrow-minded. For such a small matter, I can just lend you a prop. Why do I need to do it myself?"

Zhang Yuanqing was waiting for him to say this, and smiled happily: "The core members are all masters, at least eight!"

Zhai Cai's expression froze, and his eyes widened: "How did you win over so many masters?"

Zhang Yuanqing smiled more happily: "Depends on character and charm."

When we woke up in the morning, a thick fog enveloped the remote northern city.

In an orphanage far away from the city, a simple iron gate stood alone, rusted, twisted and deformed, as if it had been violently dismantled.

The yellow warning tape was wrapped around the broken hinges in circles, blocking the door of the air-conditioned room in a crisscross pattern.

A figure walked out of the thick fog and stopped at the door of the orphanage.

He was wearing a thin jacket and a sports headband, with his hands in his pockets, his head slightly lowered, and his collar turned up, covering half of his face.

He stood at the door of the orphanage like a sculpture.

After a while, he seemed to have gathered enough courage and walked into the orphanage.

The cordon that sealed the gate like a spider web broke automatically and hung down helplessly.

The bustling orphanage was now silent, lifeless and deserted, and the camphor tree in the corner also looked lifeless. On the small playground, the rusty basketball stand stood alone, the mottled brackets were covered with dew, and there were a few shocking black and red spots on the cracked field.

That was the bloodstain that had not been cleaned up yet.

The King of Evil Eyes slowly walked across the small playground and pushed open the door of the classroom - there was only one classroom in the orphanage.

The desks and chairs in the classroom were piled up in the corner, clearing out an open space, on which were placed sixteen small corpses, sealed in body bags.

The city's crematoriums and hospital morgues are full, and the crematoriums are working overtime to burn the bodies. Because they have no family members, these children are temporarily left here, waiting for the hospital or crematorium to take over.

The King of Evil Eyes stood quietly in the classroom, his hands in his pockets, not saying a word, scarlet blood flowing from under his sports headband.