Chapter 915 March Appointment
In front of many courtiers, Wu Tianming raised his sword fingers, and a purple-gold sword energy shot out from his fingertips, like a wild python shooting out, slanting across the towering tower at the main entrance of the palace. It smashed half of the city tower to pieces, and then shot it two thousand miles, punching through a transparent hole about a mile in diameter in a towering mountain on the side of the river valley.
After striking out with the sword, Wu Tianming stood up slowly and stretched slowly. The bones all over his body made crisp sounds, and the huge fluctuations of immortal power shocked everyone in the civil and military dynasties. A Nine-turn Fire Pill in Wu Qi's mouth gave Wu Tianming, who was originally in the Nascent Soul realm, the strength of a third-grade Golden Immortal out of thin air in just a quarter of an hour.
This is because Wu Tianming's foundation is too poor, and he is temporarily unable to integrate the full medicinal power of this golden elixir and the essence of the great truth contained in it. Otherwise, with 10% of the purified essence of a Happy Buddha, Wu Tianming would definitely be able to easily push Wu Tianming to the level of the Golden Immortal Peak, infinitely close to Taiyi.
But just like that, the powerful effect of this pill is already shocking. Most of the medicinal power is hidden in Wu Tianming's body. As long as he gradually refines it in the future, he will be a true peak golden immortal.
Wu Tianming took a deep breath, and suddenly there was a storm in the hall. A strong wind arose from the ground and almost blew all the civil and military officials out. After a long time, Wu Tianming finally adjusted his breath. His cultivation came out of thin air. He had no experience in controlling such a huge power, so adjusting his breath would take him a lot of time.
Purple-gold light flashed in his eyes, and Wu Tianming solemnly saluted Wu Qi deeply: "National Master!"
Wu Tianming then saluted Gui Guzi and Mo Zhai one by one, and respectfully called him the national master. Gui Guzi and Mo Zhai nodded slightly, but said nothing. All intrigues and intrigues were left to Wu Qi to handle. It's not that they don't know how to do it, it's just that they don't bother to scheming with people like Wu Diya.
Wu Qi sneered, and he deliberately asked Wu Dijie: "Prince Regent, I am a poor Taoist brother, can you be the national advisor of Wu?"
Wu Dihe opened his mouth and said nothing for a long time. He stared at Wu Qi blankly. He was so shocked that he couldn't speak at all. In just a quarter of an hour, he actually created a third-grade golden immortal. What is this? A magical elixir? How outrageous and perverted is the alchemist who can refine such elixir? Hearing Wu Qi's slightly provocative question, Wu Diya turned his head with difficulty and glanced at the civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty. His own party members opened their mouths like toads frightened by thunder. Those courtiers who were usually at odds with him looked at Wu Tianming in surprise.
Great changes were about to take place in Da Wu's court, and Wu Dihe suddenly had such an awakening.
"Just laugh." Wu Dijie said with difficulty: "I, Grand Master Wu, must be a capable and virtuous person, one of the three immortals. . . " Before Wu Qi could speak, Gui Guzi on the side sneered: "What is virtue? Is it virtuous to seek the throne? Is it virtuous to bully your nephew? Is it virtuous to hold the power of government? Is it virtuous to block the wise for the country? What is virtue? I dare to ask the regent,
What is virtue? "Wu Diya's face was reddened by Gui Guzi's series of harsh questions. He glared at Gui Guzi angrily and was about to react, but he suddenly remembered the eight great Wu high priests who were killed by Wu Qi's sword. "Wu Diya said. Di Ge's anger disappeared without a trace in an instant. He opened his mouth and racked his brains to find an excuse to object to Wu Qi and the other three becoming the Grand Master of Wu.
Or, just send troops to kill the three of them? Unable to think of a suitable excuse, Wu Dijie couldn't help but feel murderous intention.
In addition to the eight killed high priests, there are still twenty-three people in the Great Wu Dynasty and Wu Diya as the party's high priests. There are also twelve generals whose cultivation is slightly lower than Wu Diya's. They cooperate with the guarding emperor. With an army of 200,000 in the city, Wu Dijie was confident that he would kill Wuqi, the three Taoists with unknown origins.
Just when Wu Diya couldn't help but order the mobilization of troops, another veteran who was as old as dried fruit slowly walked out of the train. The old minister squinted his triangular eyes and coughed a few times, and said in a low voice: "The alchemy skills of the three immortals are indeed extremely exquisite. But the art of alchemy is just a trick. Even if it can create three or five golden immortals, it will only benefit one person, but it will not My great power of Wu has not gained at all."
Wu Diya nodded with satisfaction. This was a good excuse. So what if you, Wu Tianming, became a third-grade Golden Immortal? You became a Golden Immortal by yourself, but there are three billion people in the Wu Dynasty.
Even if there are more than ten or twenty golden immortals, it will not be helpful to Wu's national power!
After hearing what the veteran said, Wu Tianming couldn't help but become so angry that his head stood up. He pointed at the old minister and said angrily: "Da Sima, you..." The courtiers who passed by Qi Ran in the hall bowed to Wu Tianming at the same time and said in a long voice: "Your Majesty, please think twice!", who was called Da Sima. The old minister was so proud that he twirled his long beard and said with a smile: "Your Majesty, please think twice. The position of National Preceptor is really of great importance. If it is entrusted to someone unworthy, it will be very harmful to me, Da Wu." "The great Sima continued to speak, but Wu Qi coldly interrupted his tirade: "That's enough! "
A soft shout made the great Sima take a few steps back. Wu Qi said proudly: "Originally, the three poor Taoist brothers and sisters" had no desire for worldly fame and had no interest in the world of mortals. "We have been living in seclusion in the Pangu Continent for eighteen kalpas. This time we came out of the mountains just to find a blessed place to open a dojo and preach the great road. Why do we care about the position of Great Master of the State of Wu?", sneered. , Wu Qi pointed at Wu Dijie and Manchao Wenwu and sneered: "It's just what you are saying. You are making trouble for the three of my junior fellow apprentices. This is the throne of the Imperial Master, and a poor man has to sit on it and play for a few days." Without waiting for the courtiers to speak, Wu Qi turned to Wu Tianming and said, "Your Majesty, the three brothers and sisters are determined to contribute to Wu Liding's great cause. Your Majesty, please wait for a moment while the three brothers and sisters can show off a little bit of their skills. Let's see. Let’s see if we are qualified to become the Grand Master of Wu.” Wu Tianming happily raised his fist towards Wu Qi and said, “As long as the Master can do what he wants.”
Wu Qi nodded slowly, sneered at Wu Diya and the others, "Today I will show you what it means to be a man of extraordinary talents and unpredictable opportunities!" After a slight cough, Wu Qi nodded to Mo Zhai and said: " Second Senior Brother, please take action!"
Mo Zhai snorted coldly, and said angrily to Wu Tianming: "Bring over 100,000 kilograms of fine funeral iron!"
Wu Tianming was stunned, and he looked at Wu Diya almost instinctively.
Wu Diya was also stunned for a moment. He squinted his eyes and pondered for a while, then waved his hands gently, and several officials in charge of weapons forging in the hall strode out of the hall. A series of orders were passed on in a hurry, and soon a hundred thousand kilograms of forged hammers were piled in the middle of the hall.
What Mo Zhai wanted just now was one hundred thousand kilograms of fine funeral iron, which is the best quality finished iron chain that can be smelted from ordinary iron ore. But what these ministers of Wu sent over were one hundred thousand kilograms of ordinary iron, which was more than ten times different from the quality of the iron that Mo Zhai asked for?
Wu Tianming was not stupid. He saw clearly the tricks played by these ministers. He gritted his teeth angrily and glanced at the officials in charge, remembering them firmly in his heart. Wu Tianming swore that as long as he defeated Wu Dijie and completely grasped the imperial power of Wu, he would make these ministers who dared to disobey his will unlucky, so that they would always remember what it means to bleed out when a king is angry.
Mo Zhai shook his head in disapproval and sneered. He casually moved towards the one hundred thousand kilograms of fine iron, and a thin line of red fire sprayed out one hundred thousand kilograms of fine iron from his palm. It melted into molten iron with a sound, and its originally huge size shrank several times in the blink of an eye. Mo Zhai simply used his fingers to draw a few runes in the air and put them into the molten iron. With a flick of his right hand, a piece of light spilled out from his palm. The one-handed sword with an extremely simple handle was inserted into the main hall.
Mo Zhai waved his hand and snorted coldly.
Wu Qi put his hands behind his back and rolled his eyes. He snorted coldly at the ceiling of the hall with both nostrils: "Please appreciate it!"
Wu Diya was silent for a while, and then he suddenly laughed: "Where is the general who is guarding the palace?" A general in golden armor strode over at the entrance of the hall. He clasped his fists and saluted Wu Diya, and then saluted Wu Tianming. Wu Tianming smiled coldly and said in a deep voice: "Try the weapons refined by Pojun Guoshi."
The civil and military ministers in the hall couldn't help but shake their heads at the same time. Although they didn't know how to refine weapons, they all knew that weapon refining was an extremely complex and difficult skill. A weapon like Mo Zhai could make in just two breaths. What good could it be? The Wu Dynasty also had specialized weapon refiners who had reached the level of immortals. The weapons they refined were all immortal weapons. Several palace generals wore the magical weapons they refined.
But Qi Zhai's Sanfeng-hilted one-handed sword looks dull and dull, not like a sharp weapon at all!
The general who held the palace received instructions from Wu Diya's gaze. He drew out the heavy sword on his waist and slashed at the one-handed sword in front of him. A crisp sound was heard, like the sound of paper being torn apart. The palace general's hand was light, and half of the long sword fell to the ground.
All the civil and military officials in the palace were astonished, and Wu Dijie jumped forward in shock and took a few steps.
The immortal weapon in the hands of General Zhendian, which the most brilliant weapon refiner in the Wu Dynasty spent half a year refining, was easily cut and broken by the one-handed sword that Mo Zhai used to refine in batches in two breaths. Smooth as a mirror, without a trace of burrs.
Mo Zhai snorted coldly and closed his eyes haughtily.
Wu Qi laughed loudly. He saluted Wu Tianming and said, "Your Majesty, the second brother Pindao will refine one hundred thousand sets of armor and the weapons. The senior brother Pindao will plan the strategy. Pindao will be the vanguard to attack the city and build the stronghold within three months." , help Your Majesty wipe out all the forces in this valley in one fell swoop." Wu Tianming jumped up excitedly when the sword in the hand of the Zhendian General broke. Hearing what Wu Qi said, Wu Tianming couldn't help but hold up his palms and laughed. : "Wonderful, just follow what the Imperial Master said!"
Wu Dijie jumped up suddenly, and shouted sternly: "With these words, the three immortals are willing to issue a military order?"
Wu Qi glanced at Wu Dihe with pity, and said calmly: "Military order? Okay! Does the regent want to add some bonus?" Wu Dihe was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly laughed: "If there are three If the Immortal Chief can really allow me, Da Wu, to dominate this place within three months, what if I step down from the position of regent and become a commoner?" Wu Qi and Wu Di'e looked at each other, and Wu Di'e turned his head instinctively. Go, Wu Qi laughed loudly and applauded.
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