Lingzhang

Chapter 253 Rakshasa Vengeance
"Yes, over the years, although the concepts of 'new humans' and 'new monks' have always been circulated among the various saints, this was not even the first idea of ​​the Saintly Church.

However, what we have done in the state capital to truly implement this technical means from the premeditated vision into reality is a unique demonstration among all the saints!
Moreover, the development of science and technology is a rapid process. According to the blueprint of the original version, the Holy Church will gather all the forces related to this field that it can control in the state capital.

We have fully mastered the means of controlling power at the monster level and the accumulated technology of transforming monks.

Today's technology is more sophisticated, and this rough ape appearance, this overly 'rough' original version of technology, has in fact been iterated to the point of being abandoned by us...

But apart from us, Luo Zhaoqing also has the technical means to develop the original version. In fact, this original version was originally developed on his territory and was promoted by him alone!
There is no guarantee that he will not... No! He must have a technical backup in secret! And go to Jichuan County, Songxi Xu family, all the reserves and resources are ready!"

The more he said this, the uglier Gu Qinghan's expression became.

As her emotions fluctuated, her eyes suddenly turned into a frosty light blue color, and the extreme coldness in the physical sense began to spread in this spacious and quiet room disguised as a warehouse.

And this surge of chill seems to be getting more intense.

Those were the massive volumes of files about the Song Sheng Church that Gu Qinghan had recorded in his memory.

At the same time, the "updated" version of the Snow Wolf King's cerebrospinal fluid was physically cooling down Gu Qinghan.

After a moment, Gu Qinghan slammed the table hard as if to vent his anger.

"It's him for sure! In the past, when the various saint sects retreated from Beiting Protectorate one after another and hid in the northern states, the one who was responsible for the connection between Song Sheng Sect and the other saint sects was Luo Zhaoqing!

It was he who secretly gave this technical reserve to Fengsheng Sect, and through Fengsheng Sect, the demon race had such a truly ferocious and brutal army...

He doesn't know what he is doing! "

At this moment, even Gu Qinghan's voice was filled with surprise that was difficult to conceal.

At the same time, Mr. Zeng's voice sounded faintly again.

"Perhaps, it is because Luo Zhaoqing knows too well what he wants and what he should do -

This includes the ideas that he had been brainwashed into since he was a child, which is to cause chaos in all states so that the Holy Church can seize power and extend its network to more areas.

Among them was his almost inherited hatred for the descendants of Tiandu Taoist Temple, as well as his revenge for the murder of Qin Linhui's son!
Perhaps there is also hatred towards you and me, and the introduction of external chaos to stir up a larger vortex is seen as a means of competing for power and profit with you and me.

What's worse, he may have really regarded what you and I did before as benefiting the leader, and he thought that the leader was expressing his dissatisfaction.

Even though he was a subordinate of the sect, he was a noble from an aristocratic family after all. How could he be willing to endure such humiliation? Perhaps he was relying on his "achievements" today, and once the situation deteriorated to Qizhou, he would immediately join the Fengsheng Sect and change his sect!
Even if one thinks in the most conspiratorial way, he is still from an aristocratic family. Only when the situation deteriorates to a certain extent can the aristocratic family gain benefits from it, at least set up a war camp and seize the authority of the Military Department and the City Defense Department.

So what he did today was to throw a stone to test the waters and lead the way for the king..."

In Zeng Yunhe's deep voice, the sinister and secretive mind of Luo Zhaoqing, a disciple of the Holy Church who came from an aristocratic family, was peeled off layer by layer like an onion.

But this is not the end.

Zeng Yunhe once again held the enlarged ultra-high-definition photos in his hands and looked at them carefully.

"It is useless to speculate on his mental journey. Once the arrow is shot, there is no turning back. Luo Zhaoqing's loss of control has become an inevitable thing in this storm. If he turns back, he will truly die without a burial place!

Be prepared, be prepared for the situation in Jichuan County to get very bad!
I’m worried about something else—”

As he spoke, Zeng Yunhe flicked the photo in his hand with his fingers.

“Although the original version of the surgery made the person look hideous and ferocious, almost distorting the entire face, if you look closely, you can still see the details.

Isn't this the appearance of the people from the northern states? At first glance, this looks like a Rakshasas...

It would be fine if those people followed the Grand Duchess to withdraw to the Taoist Alliance in the end.

But I have a very disturbing thought. You said that when the Beiting Protectorate fell, large tracts of cities and territories fell into the hands of the demons. Did all the Rakshasas in the North Sea die from the torture of the demons?
If... I mean if some of them are still alive and have the technical support to become 'new monks'...

Will they think that it was the Taoist Alliance that abandoned them, and it was the Grand Duchess who abandoned them?
How will this hatred be vented?"

When he said this, Zeng Yunhe seemed very worried, and when he finished speaking, he and Gu Qinghan remained silent, even looking at the photos as if they were facing a great enemy.

It seemed as if the next moment, as the situation deteriorated, these hideous figures would rush out from the frozen photos and wreak havoc in front of them.
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a few days later.

The first day of the month.

In the slightly noisy martial arts arena, the viewing seats on all four sides were almost all occupied by large crowds of students.

Perhaps they all heard the news that the intensity of the competition might be increased.

In addition to the students who came to participate in the competition, there were also some senior students who came to watch.

But Yue Hanzhang only took a quick glance and was keenly aware that among this group of people, almost 60 to 70 percent were from aristocratic families, and the rest had more or less signed targeted contracts with the aristocratic families.

This seems like some kind of signal.

This is a sign that the warnings given by the business master are gradually coming true.

But Yue Hanzhang's reaction to this was very calm. On the second day after receiving the golden seal and extraordinary thunder seed from the business master, Yue Hanzhang completed the promotion to the fourth level in the quiet room of the villa.

His real strength has allowed him to walk around among his classmates with an attitude of bullying others with his achievements.

It is simply to save oneself from a lot of trouble that one has to find ways and efforts to conceal one's true level of cultivation.

And it is precisely because of this mentality.

Yue Hanzhang not only ignored the seniors who came to watch the fight, but also ignored the martial arts fight going on in the ring.

Except for the very beginning, when the Taoist teacher who served as the chief referee came on stage to announce the rule changes, Yue Hanzhang was slightly distracted and listened for a while.

In essence, they are similar, except that the intensity increase is broken down into various rules.

We neither support nor encourage, but we also cannot prevent casualties in high-intensity fighting.

Because of the increased intensity, the Taoist Academy even went a step further and allowed students who were not very confident in their own cultivation and combat capabilities to choose to withdraw from the competition without any consequences.

All the rules were within Yue Hanzhang's expectations.

Yue Hanzhang thought that the reason why the details of increasing the intensity of combat attacks could be circulated in the Taoist temple so quickly was also related to the news that had spread rapidly in the past few days.

The failure of the fourth and fifth levels seemed to mean the beginning of the deterioration of the situation.

Even until this moment, Yue Hanzhang was sitting in the spectator seats, and 99% of the time, he was talking in a low voice to Jiang Lingxiu and Huang Zhishu beside him about the various details of the changing situation.

And when it was Yue Hanzhang's turn, he was required to go on stage and fight with others.

Yue Hanzhang just noticed that most of the students who withdrew from the competition were those whose martial arts realm was in the ninth level, but whose martial arts will had not yet been fully developed. They were those who were brewed in the Nine Palaces Furnace.

The incomplete reversal of the martial arts will also affected their fighting spirit.

As for the remaining martial arts students who are truly at the peak of their spirit, they at least have the courage to face an extraordinary Taoist monk even after the intensity has been upgraded.

Facing these brave classmates, Yue Hanzhang's moves were still as restrained as before, and he used the power of the sun and the moon to determine the final victory.

Only, only when Yue Hanzhang once again stood on the stage, facing the cultivator in the realm of extraordinary Taoism.

Yue Hanzhang couldn't remember the name of the person in front of him, but he recognized the young man in front of him. He was one of the nine resurrected saints of the Songsheng Sect who were promoted last month!

Of course, among the first graders nowadays, the number of those who have been promoted to the realm of extraordinary Taoism is far more than this number.

However, apart from a few talented monks who had signed contracts with aristocratic families, the additional ten or so people still made Yue Hanzhang clearly see the background of the Songsheng Sect.

They are all people on Yue Hanzhang’s “list”.

Is the temptation going to start at this moment?

Yue Hanzhang thought so, and rarely said a word before the game started. Instead, he stared coldly at the Resurrected Sage opposite him.

when--

When the sound of bells and chimes signaling the start of the game rang out on the ring.

When the lingering buzzing sound is about to fade away.

This sage who has returned to life has not chosen to admit defeat like he did last month.

Does he really want to fight?
And almost at the moment when this thought came into Yue Hanzhang's mind, in an instant, Yue Hanzhang stopped waiting silently.

At the moment when the breath was held, just the right amount of extraordinary power surged in the extraordinary cycle with a sky blue color.

But when the Taoist seals spread out from between Yue Hanzhang's eyebrows, because of the surge of extraordinary power between his breaths, what extended out was a bright yellow Taoist crown.

When looking closely, it seemed as if there was an embellishment on the crown. A dark green spiritual jade stone was inlaid in the extremely complicated Taoist seal script, blending with the Taoist crown with its different color.

The second level of cultivation, refining the dark green extraordinary thunder seed.

Everything corresponds to the details in the rumors.

But when Yue Hanzhang shook his wrist and the lightning and fire followed the vine-like shape and extended into a whip chain saw, the young monk standing opposite Yue Hanzhang finally changed his expression.

No matter how you look at it, it no longer looks like the [Palm Fire Thunder] that can only handle close combat!
When seeing the undisguised look of surprise on the young monk's face, Yue Hanzhang even had time to think.

How much was deleted and erased from the project report form that was submitted late by Mr. Shang?

Hiding a trick?
Is this the Thousand-armed Avalokitesvara hidden with only one hand left? !
The next moment, all thoughts disappeared, and the powerful force that was transmitted into the whip chain saw with ease was like a mad snake spitting out its tongue in an instant.

Whoosh—Snap—

(End of this chapter)