The invasion of the abyss begins with the Laughing at the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 232 The last piece of the puzzle

"Four-joy meatballs, squirrel mandarin fish, roast duck, roast chicken, roast goose..."

Under the hundred-meter-tall osmanthus tree, Cheng Yaojin crossed his legs, stroking his round belly, feeling very relaxed and comfortable.

From mid-October to mid-November, a whole month, as Qingdi City made great strides in the famous battle arena, one banquet after another was held.

Chefs from all over the world were busy, showing off their best skills and serving up classic dishes one after another.

The entire Qingdi City, with a population of more than one million, plus hundreds of thousands of people from the martial arts world, all feasted on the food and tasted delicacies they had never eaten in their lives. Many people even gained dozens of pounds.

“The pineapple, lotus seeds and white fungus soup is so delicious!”

Princess Jinyang, Xiaodouzi, was standing by, shaking her short legs, squinting her eyes, and enjoying it very much.

The banquet started with four-colored fruits, followed by twelve main dishes, and finally a sweet soup, which was unforgettable, especially for children.

"Da da!"

Just then, heavy footsteps were heard, and a tall and thin man in black tights hurried over. It was very cold, and beads of sweat the size of beans kept flowing down his forehead.

"Greetings, Princess, Duke Lu."

The tall and thin man cupped his hands, wiped the sweat off his face, and said anxiously, "Qingdi City has won again."

"It's something that's expected, no big deal."

Waving his hand, Cheng Yaojin picked up the apricot blossom wine and drank it all, saying nonchalantly.

I used to pay some attention to it, but ever since Qingdi City defeated the Tang Dynasty with absolute advantage, Cheng Yaojin has been giving up and indulging in banquets every day.

"What treasure did Qingdi City take out today?"

After thinking for a while, Cheng Yaojin put down the wine glass in his hand and asked with interest.

In everyone's eyes, Qing Emperor Shen Yuanliang is worthy of being a banished immortal. In just three years, he has achieved the same amount of achievements as other dynasties over hundreds of years.

Snow lotus rice, fire dates that prolong life, blood-sucking vines, and so on, all kinds of treasures appeared in endlessly, dazzling everyone.

"Totem, Abyss Demon Vine."

"The spirit seed described on the banner of Qingdi City."

Facing the expectant gazes of the crowd, the tall and thin man told the story of today's treasure fight, and people were fascinated by his story.

"Deep Demon Vine?"

Thinking of the legend about the Abyss Demon Vine in Qingdi City, Cheng Yaojin, who was fearless, shuddered and a chill rushed to his forehead.

It is said that a million-strong army of demons swarmed in through the cracks in the sky. Faced with the unstoppable army of demons, the Green Emperor Shen Yuanliang summoned the Abyss Demon Vine and blew up a hundred thousand demons with one whip.

At this point, the millions of demon armies did not dare to act rashly and regarded Qingdi City as a scourge.

"Hey!!"

At the same time, at the corner a hundred steps away, many Mohist leaders looked very solemn. Faced with all kinds of rare delicacies, they could not enjoy the food.

Three days ago, in the famous battle between Qingdi City and Yan State, Yan State, with all its might, had no power to resist and lost two games in a row. The Liaodong Peninsula that belonged to Yan State now belongs to Qingdi City.

The already precarious situation of Yan State is now made worse. The Mohist School, which has close ties with Yan State, is also deeply affected. What should it do in the future?
“Let me take action!”

"With my lightness and skills, it's easy to steal the treasures of Qingdi City."

Dao Zhi, who was wearing a high ponytail and a simple short shirt, put down his chopsticks, laughed, shook his bangs, and said confidently, "As the ancestor of the stealing world, with the unique lightning-fast steps, he can go anywhere in the world, not even Tiger Tooth Mountain."

"No."

The Mohist leader, the Six-Fingered Black Knight, frowned and refused.

A month ago, Shen Yuanliang's spirit left his body, controlled a flying sword, traveled thousands of miles, and slaughtered all the spies from various countries who appeared in Qingdi City. Everyone was shocked.

From that time on, martial arts masters and high-ranking officials kept their secrets to themselves and just ate, drank and had fun, never daring to play any ulterior motives again.

"Neither this nor that will work, it's better to join Qingdi City."

The burly Big Hammer, who was nearly ten feet tall, scratched his head and spoke in a muffled voice.

"It's not impossible!"

Upon hearing this, the eyes of many Mohist leaders lit up, and an idea gradually took root in their hearts, but they did not say it out loud due to the majesty of the giant.

If each school of thought wants to flourish, it must rely on the power of the country. Previously, Yan State was the choice of Mohism.

However, the world changed suddenly and everything became unpredictable. Compared with Confucianism, which runs through the history of Chinese civilization, Mohism disappeared in later generations. Many Mohist leaders were very anxious about this.

The Hundred Schools of Thought were abolished and Confucianism was the only one respected. Now the attitudes of the Hundred Schools of Thought towards Confucianism are very subtle, and a new round of contention among the Hundred Schools of Thought is about to begin.

"Boom!"

As the sun was at its highest point in the sky, with the last piece of the puzzle completed, the Liaodong Peninsula of the origin world merged with the Liaodong Peninsulas of 364 other worlds, and an aura of perfection spread.

The chaotic earth energy, dragon veins, etc. were swallowed and grown, just like the Daluo Jinxian merging the other self from other worlds, achieving great freedom and perfection.

The earth stretched, the mountains rose, the sea changed, the vitality between heaven and earth rose sharply, and gradually, wisps of misty air, which is the innate spiritual energy, replaced the vitality of heaven and earth.

"Quick, meditate and practice Qi, it's an amazing creation."

"Finally, my trip was not in vain. The time for a breakthrough has come. Hahaha!"

Bathed in the innate spiritual energy and wandering in the ocean of spiritual energy, everyone sat cross-legged and devoured this mysterious substance. The innate spiritual energy, whirlpools appeared above their heads.

Some are one inch in size, some are one foot in size. Depending on personal talent, the fortune one obtains will vary.

"boom!"

Reciting the mantra silently, the innate spiritual energy combined with the power of qi and blood turned into surging internal force, flowing and surging in the eight extraordinary meridians, breaking through the acupoints one after another, and waves of momentum rose into the sky.

Good fortune, great good fortune!

Countless people saved decades of time and took advantage of this opportunity to break through the bottleneck in one fell swoop, and many people even made a breakthrough to a higher level.

Nowadays, everyone in Qingdi City, from the eighty-year-old man to the infant, has embarked on the road of martial arts, and some have even reached the eighth and seventh levels of martial arts. It is truly true that people with acquired talents are everywhere, and their innate talents are no better than dogs.

"It's time to refine the Pure Yang Pill."

On the Tiger Tooth Mountain, Shen Yuanliang summoned the bronze tripod in his mind. Like a glutton, endless innate spiritual energy swarmed in, and a huge vortex was upside down on the mountain, stretching for thousands of miles.

"Crash!"

Strands of innate pure yang energy were refined by the bronze cauldron, and then under Shen Yuanliang's control, they turned from gas into solid. The pure yang pills, each emitting vast yang energy, sparkled brightly.

One, two, like big and small pearls falling on a jade plate, the mountain-like Pure Yang Pills turned into a river swirling above Shen Yuanliang's head, majestic and spectacular.

(End of this chapter)