The game only has 8 years of life, so I choose to play all in

Qingzhou border, Danyang City.

The tall city walls are now full of dried blood, and the air is filled with a burnt smell.

This is the smell left in the air after too many corpses were burned on the spot.

The guard Wang Yong frowned and looked at the soldiers in front of him who were moving the corpses to the cart, and suddenly felt powerless.

Recently, due to the news of the death of the palace master, the frequency of attacks in the Taiping Palace has become more and more frequent.

But the most troublesome thing is the supply in the rear.

Even if the Yinyang Palace is in charge of the entire Qingzhou, there are only so many statues produced each month, so it is impossible to train a large number of black armor guards in a short period of time.

Even because of the war in Bazhou, half of the new troops have to be allocated there, which makes the situation in Danyang City worse.

But today, the envoys in the palace brought a message that they are going to cast a huge statue about a hundred feet high here?

"Are the people in the palace crazy? The supplies are already so scarce, why do we need to build a statue?!"

The adjutant next to Wang Yong cursed, but was stopped by Wang Yong's eyes.

Although he was not in the palace, he knew that this decision must have been jointly passed by all the elders, otherwise, even if it was the palace master's family, there would be no formal document to pass here.

"We...can't resist. Notify them to send a team of soldiers to cooperate with the people in the palace to build here."

Wang Yong shook his head and said finally.

The adjutant sighed after hearing this, and then took the order and left here.

"What is this palace thinking now?"

Wang Yong looked at the gloomy weather in front of him, and his brows were deeply twisted together.

At the same time, the guards of Wangyue City on the border of Qing and Ba states also received the same order.

Compared to Danyang City, the guards here have nothing to worry about. After all, they have always been in an advantageous position in the battle with Baiyun Temple.

This is all because of the inexplicable death of several masters of the Divine Palace in Baiyun Temple at the beginning.

It is said that because of this, the abbot of Baiyun Temple was furious and even investigated it personally, but in the end nothing was done. However, it also caused Baiyun Temple to focus on the internal affairs rather than the conquest of Qingzhou.

At this moment, in the Yinyang Palace.

Ding Yi sat in the Xuanguang Hall, looking at the drawings and the long list of materials in front of him, but there was no fluctuation on his face.

Sun Qiaoer stood beside him, pinching his shoulders while explaining the entire process of building the statue to him.

"Master, the best craftsmen in Qingzhou have arrived in the palace and can set off to the border at any time."

Sun Qiaoer said slowly.

Ding Yi hummed, but he was still flipping through the drawings in his hand.

According to Ding Yi's requirements, the effect of this statue is to collect evil spirits and has the effect of long-distance transmission.

That is, the advanced enlarged version of the flesh-sucking statue that Ding Yi encountered in Xiaotan Village that year.

As long as the soldiers within ten miles of the statue pour the evil spirit into the sensor, the sensor will automatically transfer the evil spirit to the statue for storage.

This is a very laborious and inexplicable function, so much so that many elders in the palace have voiced opposition.

However, the power of the Zhao siblings is still there, and the design was finally passed by the elders.

Of course, Ding Yi's purpose is not so simple.

He wants to make a terminal that can absorb the evil spirit in the sensor from a long distance, which is the so-called statue.

He plans to use the refining method to refine this statue, so that it can integrate his own blood and blood, so that it can fly long distances and even change size.

This method is also explained in the refining method. Of course, the materials and energy consumed will also increase exponentially.

But Ding Yi doesn't care about these at the moment. His life span of 5,000 years is enough to support the casting of these statues.

Imagine that in the future, a huge statue will be erected in the center of all states in Daliang, and all worshippers will be infused with evil spirits every day. What a terrifying number Ding Yi can get from these statues every day?

Thinking of this, Ding Yi suddenly laughed strangely and handed the drawing to Sun Qiaoer.

"Well done, I need the craftsmen to complete this statue within a month!"

Sun Qiaoer was shocked when she heard this, and immediately said:

"Master, the time is too tight, I am worried that the quality of the statue will not be up to standard!"

Ding Yi shook his head and said:

"It doesn't matter, this is not your consideration. Those craftsmen, each of them will be paid enough, and their wives and children will be detained. If they are not completed within a month, you know what to do."

Sun Qiaoer was shocked when she heard this, but she quickly reacted and immediately agreed.

Ding Yi also sighed. He looked at the grass outside the tall hall door, and the sense of oppression in his heart became stronger and stronger.

Although he wanted to use life divination, he gave up the idea after thinking about it.

What's the point of knowing the result? Don't you still need to become stronger? !

This one month is the limit of what he can bear. One more day will make him feel that he is too kind.

I am still so kind. People call me Ding Lao Mo, which is really funny!

If anyone calls me this name again, I will kill them all!

Ding Yi made up his mind, and a big stone fell from his heart. Then he pulled Sun Qiaoer beside him into his arms, stroked her smooth cheek, and suddenly remembered the scene when he first saw her.

Things have changed...

A few days later, in Hongzhou.

In Baiyu City, the real helmsman of Hongzhou today, the master of Baiyu Temple, Qi Taibai, suddenly felt something, and immediately flashed to a hall at the back of the city.

In the hall, there is a Taoist statue with a peaceful face.

The statue is about ten feet tall, sitting on a wooden platform, looking straight at the entrance of the hall.

On the shelf where the statue is placed, there are more than a dozen small statues on the left and right.

These statues are all Taoists with different complexions. I think they are the real immortals from the upper world worshipped by Baiyun Temple.

At this moment, the shelf suddenly trembled violently, and then one of the small statues changed its expression, and the originally peaceful face began to become a little ferocious.

Qi Taibai saw this and immediately showed a puzzled look on his face.

What happened today? Why did these high and mighty immortals take the initiative to send down oracles?

At this moment, the statue with a changed expression suddenly opened its mouth and roared at Qi Taibai:

"Go to the lower world palace, massacre four cities, and two immortals will descend soon!"

This voice was not like a human voice, but like the buzzing sound of countless flies flapping their wings, but it was so clear that Qi Taibai was stunned.

Before he could react, he saw that the statue with a changed expression just now regained its calmness, as if everything just now was an illusion.

"What happened?"

Qi Taibai was stunned, and then stood there.

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