40,000 Years of Cultivation

The big iron city at this moment is completely different from more than half a month ago.

After experiencing the "baptism" of the Wuyoujia riot, most of the factories and mines were riddled with holes, smog and dust, and the ruins and broken rocks were too late to be cleaned up. They were piled up indiscriminately, like a tall tomb. package.

Because most of the old and weak women and children were evacuated by Long Yangjun and Li Jialing, the originally vibrant and busy slums turned into a dead silence, occasionally some sluggish residents poked their heads out of the ruins, but there was no slight expression in their eyes. It is not clear whether it is a human or a ghost, a human world or a ghost.

In order to resist the anger of the immortals, a large number of strong workers stayed voluntarily.

In order to resume production as soon as possible, the cultivators did not embarrass these workers too much for the time being. In the ghostly ruins, the smelting furnace and assembly line were "rumbling" again.

The workers seemed to vent their anger in the riot, and now they became exhausted and lifeless fish, at the mercy of the immortal cultivator.

However, the cultivator is still strengthening the preparations of the big iron factory day by day.

Trucks of troops and battle puppets are transported to the ground every day. Their armors and firearms are engraved with the shiny Samsung Lightning War emblem, and there is even a raised skull behind the Samsung Lightning as a background.

The skull and three-star blitz emblem is a symbol of the elite of the Imperial Forest Army. In the early days of the real human empire, it was a symbol of death.

Even now, the Imperial Forest Army has been weakened, but it is not comparable to the private soldiers of the Black Iron Group.

Not to mention that among the elite of the Imperial Forest Army, there are also some women in cloaks who hide in the shadows all the time.

They are like black mist gushing out of their mouth, nose, eyes, ears, and pores around their bodies, giving people a chilling feeling of freezing through the bones.

These women are the most frightening evil stars on the entire Celestial Pole star, the hunting witches of the Heavenly Demon Tribunal.

Every day there are countless elites of the Imperial Forest Army and hunting witches, bringing a large number of ground penetrating vehicles and magic weapons suitable for underground operations to the big iron factory, using the big iron factory as a transfer station, after a short rest, they descend deeper into the ground— -It seems that the mastermind of the Wuyoujia riots is indeed determined by the immortal cultivators, and they must seize Li Yao and Long Yangjun at all costs.

The big iron factory has completely turned into an arsenal and a large barracks. It seems like a hedgehog covered with spikes, so naturally there is no need to worry about the rebirth of the mobs of Wuyoujiao.

But Li Minghui, the owner of the big iron factory and the president of the Black Iron Group, was not happy at all.

Although after a fluke escaped, it was Li Minghui who personally went to find his new godfather, the old patriarch, asking for help, begging the other party to send troops to help him suppress the Wuyoujia riot and retake the big iron factory.

But what happened after that was far beyond his expectation and control, and it escalated at a rapid pace. Even the elites of the Yulin Army and the Tribunal of Heavenly Demon, who are currently hot on the surface, were involved, and it was very likely that the reformists would be involved. The leader, Li Linghai, the queen of the empire!

Li Minghui couldn't help crying secretly.

He knows that although he is a strong Nasal Infant, in the middle of the star sea where Nasal Infant is like a dog, in the high-level struggle of at least the giants of the transformation and swallowing of Gods, the low-level Nasal Infant is really too small No matter how small the **** is, anyone can pinch him to death by moving his little finger.

Just say that now, the operation of the big iron factory is completely out of his tracks, and it is a bit like being "requisitioned" by the reformers. Instead of getting the slightest profit, he has to spend his life savings to serve the various roads. He can't afford to provoke him. The old monsters of the gods, as well as the arrogant soldiers of the Imperial Forest Army and the Heavenly Demon Tribunal, have to work hard to find ways to maintain the production of the big iron factory, and work overtime to refine the magical components that are urgently needed by the "top". , Almost every day is in his heart, cutting meat alive!

It's easy to ask God to give it away - Li Minghui now knows the meaning of this sentence.

But what can he do?

Today’s imperial capital is not the imperial capital of a year or six months ago. Even the prime minister and the emperor can be killed for unknown reasons. Even the four major electors’ families will be driven out of the extreme heavens and the heavens by the reformists. In the face of the turbulent times and tides, Li Minghui was nothing but Xiangshang's head, but the ancestral grave was smoked.

Just say that now, Zheng is naturally sitting in his office, behind his desk, on his office chair, and the woman who doesn't even look at him halfway is the existence he absolutely can't afford to provoke.

Li Minghui arched his waist like a frozen lobster, with cold sweat on his forehead and back, a smile on his face that was more ugly than crying, and he didn't dare to show the atmosphere.

It wasn't just because the opponent's cultivation base was a whole great level higher than him, but he was a veteran **** with a fierce reputation.

Even more because the other party is the core figure of the reformists, the right-hand man of the Queen, the master of the trial court of the demons, and the leader of all the hunting witches, Yue Wushuang!

With the fall of the prime minister of the empire, Dongfang Wang, the Demon Hunter Association also fell apart, and its leader Dongfang Mingyue was also missing. The empire at the moment is left with the only spy agency that is the Tribunal of Demons.

In the battle of the reformists to expel the four major electors’ families, the Heavenly Demon Tribunal also made great contributions, and even several imperial elders were invited to the Heavenly Demon Tribunal to be guests, and they disappeared silently, even half of their hair. Did not stay.

As the reformists completely occupy the extreme heavens and the celestial stars, the current celestial demon court has become a fascinating and fearful existence for all the cultivators of the imperial capital. There are really those immortal cultivators who have been named by the celestial demon court, and they have judged themselves.

The hostess of the Trial Court of Heavenly Demon was sitting in her office chair drinking tea, and Li Minghui could still insist on not shaking her legs. She was already a tough guy with strong bones.

Of course, the more important reason is that "Moon Demon" Yue Wushuang's attention was not focused on him at all, and he hadn't even looked at him in the ground for such a long time, completely treating him as an insignificant, begging dog.

Even now, Yue Wushuang is still staring at the three-dimensional battle video suspended on his desk.

The video recorded the misty and chaotic battle scenes in the entire big iron factory during the Wuyoujiao riot most half a month ago.

Although she had watched it at least three hundred times, Yue Wushuang was still burying her face in the three-dimensional light curtain just like the first time she saw it.

Especially when Li Yao, Long Yangjun, and Li Jialing appeared in the screen, she even wanted to pause the video and observe carefully from every angle, as if to look at every mottled, fuzzy detail. In the middle, I saw the flowers coming.

After watching the battle video again from beginning to end, Yue Wushuang pulled his icy eyes away from the three-dimensional light curtain, but covered his expression with a cloak, without even looking at Li Minghui, and said lightly: "Elder Li With Instructor Song, your people will lead you down and kill, is there any latest news?"

Elder Li is "Moyuan" Li Jianyi.

Instructor Song is the "Broken Star Sword" Song Huanzhen.

Both of them were originally the top powerhouses of the four major electoral families, but they were conquered by Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi in the First Battle of the Underground Palace and turned to the reformist camp.

This time, they went deep underground to suppress the Wuyoujia riots, and hunted down the three gods of Li Yao, Li Jialing, and "Dongfang Mingyue", namely Yue Wushuang, Li Jianyi and Song Huanzhen.

After the three teamed up to injure Dongfang Mingyue—Long Yangjun, Li Jianyi and Song Huanzhen chased them down with their elite soldiers.

Yue Wushuang has other important tasks, so he stays in the big iron factory and takes command.

Hearing her voice, Li Minghui trembled coldly in his heart, and gasped for a sigh of relief: "As President Huiyue, still, not yet, the underground world is intricately intertwined, with many cracks and forks, and various rock formations of different nature hinder it. Inspired by the search for spirituality, the other party casually drilled into the corner of the horn. It would be difficult to reach the sky if you want to find it-and if the other party simply died in the depths of the earth, then it would be a needle in a haystack to find the corpse. .

"I, although my people have been underground for decades, they are not natives here. They rarely move too far away from the big iron factory, so, so..."

"Ok?"

Yue Wushuang snorted coldly and said, "Since there is no news, what are you doing again?"

With a cold snort, he almost hummed Li Minghui's three souls and seven souls. He stood there for a long time, lowering his head deeper, and said respectfully: "I... my subordinates want to ask President Yue, who are in prison. What should the leader of Wuyoujiao do with?

"It seems that they were seriously injured during the interrogation a few days ago. Several of them burned their brains. Two more died this morning. The subordinates don’t know if these people should be kept, and they are willing to treat them and keep them a dog. Fate, and I'm afraid that President Yue has another arrangement, this..."

"It's a trivial matter, you can figure it out."

Yue Wushuang said, "Woyoujiao is just a small fish. The important thing is that the fish farmers behind the small fish have all been emptied of their brains. They have no use value in the first place, and they can handle it whatever they want.

"Wait, how is your refining progress now? It seems to be 15% behind the expected target, right?"

"Yes, it's... 15.5% behind."

Li Minghui said bitterly, "President Yue Mingjian, a riot broke out just half a month ago. Several supporting factories were almost razed to the ground, and most of the workers lost. It is already heaven to be able to resume production so quickly. It's a big miracle, the subordinates really tried their best."

"I don’t understand production. This is your business. No matter what method you use, even if you fill yourself into the refining furnace, you must catch up with the plan within the next month. Otherwise, I will take you personally. Fill it in."

Yue Wu said without expression on both sides, "The leaders of the Wuyou Sect, including Xu Zhicheng, will be dragged out in the afternoon in front of all the workers. Let's clarify the canonical punishment.

"Then, you tell the workers that if they can accomplish their goals in one month, I forgive them for all their sins, including their family members, they can be forgiven; if it's not done, then Xu Zhicheng will look like they will be tomorrow.

"Let them cherish the hard-won job opportunities now, and don't force me to kill them-there really is a day when the big iron factory will not even leave a living ant!"