"The leader originally judged that even if Chen Yi was a great prophet, he must keep a very safe distance with the character of that old fox."
"The identity of Ye Wunian's rebel army is very secretive. It is not uncommon to use him to lure the Great Prophet, at least to test his reaction."
"It should be a breeze to take down Chen Yiben, and there will be enough time to make plans afterwards. Who would have thought that Ye Wunian would capsize in the gutter."
The old man automatically ignored the ridicule in the silver-haired man's tone and explained.
"So, the relationship between Chen Yi and the Great Prophet of Luomen may be closer than imagined? Ye Wunian planned ahead, mobilized so much power but still fell, and even the Wuwang Pavilion changed hands. This is not something that a mere Chen Yi can do."
The silver-haired man touched his nose, his eyes flickered, and he didn't know what he was thinking.
"That's right, there were also accidents in the Kingdom of Jin and the Kingdom of Cang. It is obvious that a third force entered the scene to disrupt the situation. At present, our intelligence network in Dasheng is almost paralyzed, so we still don't understand what happened, but the old fox and that The relationship between Chen Yi really needs to be reassessed."
"The reason why I sent you to Peidu is also to ensure that everything is safe. If you can catch that old fox by chance, it will be a great achievement."
"However, the leader judges that this possibility is very low, so your first task is to find Ye Wunian, then Chen Yi will not be able to dig out the secret about the rebel army from Ye Wunian in a short time, and he himself will not think of it. We still have time for that.”
The old man analyzed, and the silver-haired man's mouth twitched when he heard this. "Then if the judgment is wrong again, then what if Chen Yi has already grasped the situation of the rebel army?"
"Even Ye Wunian's righteous daughters don't know his identity as a monk of the rebel army, so how can Chen Yi make such an association? If there is any chance, he will definitely follow the clues to the refinery when he knows the situation of the rebel army. At that time, the situation will be a bit tricky, and the list of hidden dangers to be solved will be much more.”
"Understood. All in all, Chen Yi must die, and the people around him must also be eradicated."
The silver-haired man understood the meaning and said in a neutral way.
"It's best that way."
Of course, the old man had no objection, and said again: "Time is tight, you need to leave as soon as possible, the refinery is over, right?"
"The last batch of Kanshui ghost lotus has been sent away according to the established route. Next, we only need to destroy this place, so we don't have to worry about being discovered."
"My side will probably be able to leave in the early morning of tomorrow. There is nothing to worry about. On the other hand, there may be problems with Yanyang and Yuewang. After all, they are very clear about the entire operation of the refinery."
The silver-haired man reminded him, and the old man replied: "Don't worry, Yanyang and Yuewang have been controlled."
"Why not kill him directly? Anyway, with the current situation, it is impossible for Yan Yang to take the position of Emperor Sheng." The silver-haired man wrote lightly.
"The Qiankun Society has also invested a lot of manpower in Dasheng, so it's a pity to just give up here, so the leader plans to make peace with the little emperor's grandson in Beijing and help him secure the throne."
"With a hundred thousand crows around, and with our assistance, it will be very difficult for Peiguo to swallow Dasheng. Since Yanyang is going to make friends with the little emperor and grandson, Yanyang is a bargaining chip, so he can't die yet."
The old man explained, and the silver-haired man nodded upon hearing this. "This is a way. If I kill Chen Yi successfully, all the dragons in Peiguo will have no leader, and it will be easier to implement the plan."
"That's right, so wait for your good news, Fellow Daoist Zuo."
The old man was almost done chatting, his crimson pupils slowly closed, and Mingshou, who was standing still in place, suddenly regained consciousness.
"Go check the inside and outside of the refinery again, we'll leave here before dawn."
The silver-haired Zuo Chunqiu, the fellow Daoist Zuo that the old man said coldly, ordered Ming Shou to take orders and leave.
In the middle of the night, Minghun returned.
"Master Zuo, everything is ready, we can leave." He said respectfully.
Zuo Chunqiu, who had been meditating silently all night, opened his eyes, nodded, got up and left the secret room deep underground.
Opening the door of the secret room, there is a winding passage, connecting to various parts of the huge underground palace, and gloomy prisons can be seen everywhere.
The refinery was built at the bottom of the mountain range, with a huge scale, Zuo Chunqiu walked past each prison with a blank expression.
All the prisons have been emptied at this time, but bloodstains that have dried up in the corners can be vaguely seen, and even claw marks that can only be left after heartbreaking.
In addition to the prison, there is a huge underground square. In the square, a vast and complex magic circle is arranged. There are also a large number of Dao artifacts with unknown uses inside and outside the magic circle.
Surprisingly, the sky above the square should be the rock formations of the mountains, but it seems to be blurred. You can see the bright moon in the sky outside, and the cold moonlight fills every corner of the square.
Zuo Chunqiu passed by the square, focused his eyes on the formation patterns carved on the surrounding rock walls, and nodded.
"Let's go."
After confirming that there was no problem, he walked out of the refinery, and Ming Shou followed closely like a servant.
When he walked out of the ground, he glanced at the mountains and waters that were faintly visible under the moonlight, and sighed. "It's a pity that this place has a good view."
The night wind blew up, lifting his silver hair and the corner of his blue clothes, and he walked slowly beyond the mountains.
Behind him, from the cracks in the earth's crust and the rocks of the mountain peaks, there is faintly dazzling strong light overflowing!
Rumble——
Immediately afterwards, the earth trembled and the mountains shook, the mountains behind him collapsed, and the mountains and fields were wiped out, but Zuo Chunqiu walked away in the strong wind without changing his face!
Smoke and dust rolled up behind him like a dragon, and he was about to break through the sky and head straight for Peiguo.
Unexpectedly, a figure that came from a thousand miles away descended from the sky, causing all the vegetation in the forest to snap off!
In the raging wind, the black-haired man landed steadily and slowly raised his head. On a slightly heroic face, the cross tattoo on his forehead was particularly conspicuous!
Zuo Chunqiu stopped in his tracks, squinted his eyes, and looked at the man who suddenly appeared in front of him with great interest.
Ming Shou beside him had a faint blue light in his eyes, and blurted out: "Lord Zuo, this person is Chen Yi!"
puff! puff! puff!
As soon as Mingshou's words fell, hundreds of invisible heavenly tangled threads emerged from the ground, like sharp arrows, piercing through his body in an instant!
The blue stone in his mind was also precisely crushed by the sharp silk thread, and the breath in his whole body receded like a tide, and he fell to the ground with a bang, turning into a dead thing!
In a face-to-face meeting, Zuo Chunqiu didn't feel any panic or anger when one of his subordinates was killed, and a more interested look appeared on his face.
Under the moonlit night, before dawn, the twin stars of the pale yellow ancient star faced each other.
This time, a hundred years have passed!