Chapter 213: All Immortals Gather at the Conferred God Platform
Thirty-six immortals, thirty-six palace masters, and many fourth-level ancestral masters, a total of one hundred and eight people, gathered at Shanhaiguan one after another.
Immediately afterwards, the Conferred God Platform was also completed.
Looking at the Conferred God Platform in front of them, which looked like a mountain, many of the fourth-level returnees complained.
During the war, so many manpower and resources were allocated to build this flashy high platform.
"How long has it been since then that you are still engaging in this kind of image project?"
"Yes, all the engineers from the Northeast Front came here to build the God's Tower, and even the defenses on the front line couldn't be repaired."
"I think that if you can really enshrine a god, it would be reasonable to build this apotheosis platform."
"Fellow Taoist Jingming, you are well-informed and can tell us what is going on in this God Conferring Conference."
The immortals gathered together in twos and threes.
Immortal Laojun listened to these gossips and ignored them. He said to the disciple behind him, "Put the stove in the depression in front."
"Okay Master." Zhou Zixuan was carrying a huge stove more than ten meters high on his back, with beads of sweat dripping from his forehead, "Fellow immortals, please give way!"
The master and apprentice walked through the crowd and came to a depression.
boom.
Zhou Zixuan placed the alchemy furnace on the ground and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Master, why can't you have time now?"
Immortal Laojun patted the alchemy furnace and said, "Come out to work."
The furnace lid was pushed open, and a fire unicorn cub came out, circled around Zhou Zixuan twice, and then reluctantly got under the alchemy furnace and dug its front paws into the ground.
Soon, a hole was dug under the alchemy furnace.
After a while, billowing magma gushes out of the cave entrance.
Immortal Laojun created a talisman to seal the entrance of the cave to prevent the lava from overflowing.
The fire unicorn cub did not come out. It was soaking in the lava at the entrance of the cave, making a restraining sound.
Immortal Laojun took out a bunch of spiritual herbs and elixirs from the Qiankun bag, asked his disciples to sort them into categories, and put them into the alchemy furnace.
After finishing all this work, Immortal Laojun sat on a wicker chair and rested for a while: "The war is not over yet, and the elixirs are not enough. How can we have any leisure?"
The old man looked at the huge Conferring God Platform, and he didn't know what he thought of, and then said, "What's more, many of the 108 fellow Taoists who came here were injured and need to be cured as soon as possible in order to cope with the coming events.
Conference of Conferred Gods.”
Zhou Zixuan, however, didn't take it seriously. He was tinkering with the alchemy furnace and said, "Master and the other seniors here are all immortals. What use can one more priest position be?"
In his opinion, this so-called God Conferring Conference was probably organized by the Temple of War to encourage the fourth-level returnees on the front lines.
Although the attacks over the past few days have achieved great results, the battle situation was too tragic. The fourth-level immortals, who were the main force on the front line, suffered too many casualties.
Although many fourth-level powerful men are still fighting on the front lines, they inevitably have thoughts of cherishing their lives or even being timid about fighting.
The purpose of this God-conferring Conference is mostly for the Temple of War to stabilize the morale of the military.
However, Immortal Laojun shook his head, "In terms of strategy and overall view, you are far behind your father. When he was your age, he was already able to thrive in the complicated and powerful circles of Wanzhou Prefecture.
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Zhou Zixuan was a little unconvinced, but due to his status as a disciple, he could only hold up his hands and say: "Master, please teach me."
Immortal Laojun took a sip of tea and said, "Since the God of War decided to start the Northern Expedition, the outcome of the war has almost been decided."
Seeing the surprise on the other party's face, Immortal Laojun shook his head and said, "The Netherworld has revived, and the eight thousand cities in Kyushu are connected through the City God's Temple. Once something happens to any city, Yin soldiers and Yin gods can arrive in an instant."
"In this way, the Empress of Kyushu will be as stable as a mountain."
"Without the worries, coupled with the ghosts of ancestors from past dynasties and Li Xiang's underworld, the demon clan's defeat is certain."
"In the calculations of the military think tank, according to the plan of the Temple of War, in this Northern Expedition, the fourth-level immortals will lose 80%, and the returnees below the fourth level will lose 60 to 70%. At the same time, most ordinary soldiers will lose 80%.
can be preserved.”
"The higher the level, the stronger the combat power, and the faster you die."
"This is a war from above."
"As for those Lords of War..."
Immortal Laojun shook his head and his voice suddenly stopped.
He didn't want to try to figure out the thoughts of that adult in Kyoto City, and he didn't dare to think about it.
It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I can't bear it.
Over the years, there have been more and more fifth-level kings in the Demon Alliance.
But the fifth-level God of War in Kyushu has not grown.
As for Wang Po, he only entered the fifth level after the Northern Expedition began.
Breaking through the fourth level and entering the fifth level is to break through the barrier of life and death.
The fifth-level war gods are not afraid of death. As long as their death can bring enough benefits to Kyushu, they will not begrudge their lives.
The old man shook his head, the admiration and sadness in his eyes flashed away, replaced by a touch of joy and excitement.
"Before I came here, I had already met fellow Taoist Canglan and fellow Taoist Wuji. The changes in them..."
The old man's eyes seemed to be shining, full of yearning.
"This conferring of gods is not just a superficial effort, but concentrating one's divine character, conferring a divine position, and becoming a priest."
"Priest...at the level of the fourth level, fight against the fifth level demon king."
"If this Conferring God Conference can be successful, these fellow Taoists present will not fall into the Great War of the Northern Expedition."
"The hundreds of thousands of returnees and tens of millions of soldiers on the front line can also go home safely."
His voice was a little high-pitched, but also respectful, "Fellow Daoist Li has reversed the situation in Kyushu and is already a hero in Kyushu. Now he is starting this God Conferring Conference to save thousands of returnees and fellow warriors. He is in Kyushu..."
The old man's lips trembled, "He was in Kyushu..."
"Fellow Taoist Laojun!"
But at this moment, a rainbow bridge stretched out from mid-air.
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal held a coiling dragon crutch, hunched over his waist, and slowly walked down the Rainbow Bridge to the Immortal Laojun.
Immortal Laojun frowned and quickly took out a jade bottle and handed it over, "Fellow Taoist Changmei is injured..."
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal covered his mouth and coughed, then waved his hand, "It's just a broken body. It's not worth wasting fellow Taoist Laojun's elixir."
After the battle at Bohai Bay, although the Long-Eyebrow Immortal managed to save his life, both his physical body and the sea of consciousness were severely damaged, and most of his feet were in the coffin.
However, he is over a hundred years old this year, the oldest among the thirty-six immortals, and he has long been indifferent to life and death.
If he hadn't been curious about the God Conferring Conference, he wouldn't have dragged his body around to this day.
The immortal with long eyebrows suddenly asked, "I heard that the stubborn old man died?"
Immortal Laojun's eyes were filled with sadness, and he nodded, "The body is eaten, and the soul is shattered."
The "old stubborn" is Lou Shanfeng, the lord of Binzhou Palace, and he has a close relationship with the two of them.
The Long-Eyebrow Immortal sighed, "My soul is gone, what a pity."
