PFC Chapter 294 Fake match
Chapter 294 Fake match
"It's not impossible to become a god in the flesh, uncle. Just find a chance to kill a few more rebel generals."
Zhang Guifang nodded, and several familiar faces emerged in his mind. They were all generals of the Shang Dynasty who defected to Xiqi.
Killing is good, he likes killing people, it would be even better if he could kill a few more demons and fairies, but his own son-in-law would definitely not agree.
He suddenly asked curiously, "How are the arrangements made by my in-laws? Are they also going to be deified in the flesh?"
"Of course. We must seize this good opportunity. After one or two more battles, we can get to Jiang Ziya's side."
Among the two scapegoats in Conferred Gods, what Jiang Ziya wanted most was not worldly wealth and glory, but cultivation.
An old man, without any talent at all, and he will follow whoever gives him wealth and honor, but his final fate is even worse than that of Fellow Daoist Shen.
The identities of Zhang's father and Qiu Biao cannot be concealed at all. Jiang Ziya has already anticipated his own fate after being conferred the title of God. He has offended so many demons from the Jiejiao sect. Even if he has a high status, how many years can he live?
Therefore, the relationship between Zhang's father and Qiu Biao must be well established, and if possible, a better position should be arranged for him.
Two days later, Zhang Guifang entered Rong State and was directly named King of the State of Rong, commanding an army of 50,000.
It is still the army that is resisting Xiqi. Without Li Nezha, Zhang Guifang is the biggest cheat and there is no rival.
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Zhang Song's cultivation has made rapid progress and he has been favored by Heaven, which means he has been recognized by Heaven and given the internal source code.
The Four Seasons Sutra, after so many years of hanging up and practicing, finally reached perfection.
After taking a look at the time required for the complete promotion, I gave up. Two thousand years of idle time was simply an impossible task.
The law of withering and flourishing reached perfection without anyone noticing.
This law was very overbearing. When it came to fruition, Zhang Song immediately felt that the world he saw had become different. At the same time, he also vaguely felt that there were more than twenty related people's auras within this law.
These people seemed to sense at the same time that there was an extra manager in the Ku Rong River. They looked over at the same time, and some of them even looked murderous.
A loaf of bread is too much for two people to share, let alone this heart.
"So friendly? Then say hello first." Zhang Song sensed an evil thought in it and immediately locked onto it, reciting scriptures.
He was a spiritual practitioner, whose original body was Willow Tree. He had been trapped in the Divine Lord realm for more than three thousand years. If he wanted to advance to the Heavenly Lord realm, he had to kill the other people in this law.
This newcomer was the target he wanted to kill. He exuded his malicious intent like a bait when fishing, attracting the other party's attention and preferably attacking him, so that he could follow the clues and find the world where the other party was hiding.
There was a ferocious smile on his face. He loved the feeling of fishing so much. He could decide the life or death of the bait by just watching the bait bite the hook little by little and with a slight flick of his hand.
Wither and flourish, wither and flourish, if you don’t wither, how can I flourish.
"Here I come." A satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. He deliberately revealed his position to the other party. He was indeed a little guy who had just been promoted. He didn't even try. This is the kind of person I like most.
He immediately transformed into his true form, and his so-called small world began to wither piece by piece in an instant, and a large amount of vitality was drawn away by him.
This is his confidence. He is the master of the small world, and the vitality of the entire small world is at his disposal alone. He really wants to ask, how can he lose.
Each willow branch was like a ferocious viper, making hideous and laughing sounds, frantically probing the other's position.
“Convert, convert, convert…” He was stunned. Is the new Lord of Law a monk?
As he was thinking, he didn't realize that the willow branch had calmed down. A divine thought the size of a fist appeared behind him and transformed into an old Buddha sitting cross-legged there.
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Zhang Song's mental strength surged, and he gained an extremely devout believer.
This was the result of his all-out effort. With his current mental strength, he could only control one Divine Lord. If he controlled one more, his mental strength would collapse and he would be backlashed.
It’s enough. I can use Taoist Liu’s identity to see who the other masters of the laws are.
He was studying the laws of withering and flourishing, but Bai Jingjing came out of the Immortal Palace and handed him a jade talisman for transmitting sound.
Li Chuanzong actually showed up again.
"Junior brother, I missed you so much." Li Chuanzong was overjoyed to see Zhang Song coming back and almost gave him a hug.
Zhang Song walked to his seat and a maid brought him spiritual tea.
"Brother, you want to sell the Sun Palace to me?" Zhang Song was a little surprised. Ban Xun's strength should not be underestimated. Moreover, he had just met the big boss of the Wanyu Palace not long ago and confirmed that he was someone he could not afford to offend.
"Yes, yes, yes, here are some of the valuables, take a look." He was very proud and grabbed three storage bags and slapped them on the table.
Zhang Song picked up the storage bag and probed his spiritual sense into it. Wow, it was filled with all kinds of junk. In another storage bag, there was actually the huge palace ship.
Zhang Song had been jealous of the aircraft carrier-class flying boat of the Great Sun Temple for a long time. Unfortunately, he had no use for this weapon in battle, and it would take at least three to five hundred years to customize such a flying boat.
"Did you beat Ban Xun to death?" he asked curiously.
Li Chuanzong's face darkened and he shook his head, but his expression was still a little proud, "That unlucky guy met a Jiejiao master, his bones were smashed, and now he is hiding from me."
Listening to his description, Zhang Song felt that the powerful Jiejiao figure was most likely the leader Zhao Gongming.
It seems that some things are destined. Even though he saw the List of Gods with his own eyes, he was still so brave to go down the mountain and rush forward. I have to admit that this is very Zhao Gongming.
"What don't these things want?"
"I want a seat in the new heaven."
Li Chuanzong knew about the Conferred God Conferment. He wanted to participate and was not afraid of death. His soul was very strange, pieced together from various places, and then gradually awakened.
"You don't need to come to me for this matter. Just follow the Xiqi army and kill an opponent at the Divine Lord level, and you will obtain the Divine Position."
"I thought so……"
Li Chuanzong whispered his intention, Zhang Song looked over and thought, wow, senior brother is senior brother, even he admires such a ruthless person.
"Brother, you stepped on my shoulders to get to the top, doesn't it hurt your heart?" Zhang Song gritted his teeth and said, "You are only at the Dao He realm, right? Do you think you can beat a Divine Lord?"
Li Chuanzong said sternly: "I am your senior brother, it is normal that you cannot beat me."
"Aren't these enough to compensate for your losses?"
Li Chuanzong's idea was to have Zhang Song severely suppress Xiqi, and then he would appear as a savior, defeat Zhang Song, and gain fame and status.
He had heard that many people in the Chan sect hated the person in front of him, but this person was so powerful and not stained with a trace of human blood, so it was difficult for him to find an excuse.