This sleep was not a good sleep for Lu Cheng.

It may be a change in the routine of work and rest, or it may be that he has been too tired recently, and his sleep quality has not been good since he took over the affairs of the Demon War.

First there were many dreams all day long, and then I woke up in a cold sweat.

He couldn't remember the specific content of the dream, and the only thing he could recall after waking up was the black dragon in the dream where blood dripped down the blade of the sword.

"Woke up?"

The old Taoist priest looked at him, and the meaning in his eyes was indescribably complicated.

Looking out the window at the sky near dusk, Lu Cheng understood that he had mixed up another day.

"What are you discussing at your last meeting today? So mysterious? ”

As he walked to the restroom built into the inn guest room, he asked as he turned around. Because I have the impression that when I lay down, the entire basement was still in the enchantment of a certain Yan Jun of the Ghost Pupil Family, and now that the old Taoist priest appeared in front of him with such an expression, I am afraid that it has nothing to do with this matter.

Regarding the small stove of these old guys, Lu Cheng himself speculated.

Post-war negotiations are nothing more than the distribution of interests and the division of territory. And deliberately letting a junior avoid it shows that this matter must be related to them.

It's about yourself and the four psychics, what else can this matter be about?

It was nothing more than a group of self-righteous old people who opened the skylight together and talked brightly, discussing which newcomer should be supported to take the position, and how to determine the pattern of the upper echelons of the Hades Temple in the next thirty years.

In fact, his conjecture was not wrong, although the specific content was different, but the meaning expressed was similar.

The old Taoist priest snorted lightly, "That's what I'm looking for you for." ”

"Oh?" After taking water and wiping his face, Lu Cheng pouted, "Looking at your old age, could it be that the boss is not satisfied with me, and decided to cross the river and demolish the bridge, unload the mill and kill the donkey after the war, and kick me away?" ”

"You're thinking too much." The old Taoist priest smiled, "It's a good thing." With this expression, I'm just worried that you won't be able to accept the pie falling from the sky for a while, and you will faint from a cerebral hemorrhage. ”

"Oh?" Lu Cheng laughed, "Those people have decided to officially admit me into the core decision-making level?" ”

This sentence is very real, because if you want to talk about the reward for military achievements, in the eyes of Lu Cheng, the most expensive commendation is nothing more than this.

The Ten Halls of Yan Jun represent not only an ancient system and a number, but also a symbol of a certain right to speak and know in the entire ethnic group.

For example, in the event of the advent of the Immortal Monarch on the outskirts of S City at the end of last year, there would never be more than fifteen people in the entire psychic bloodline who knew the inside story of this matter. Why? Because of the current situation in which the three families have withdrawn from the stage of history, these ten people are the heads of the dragons and the pinnacle of strength.

Coupled with the defeat of the demon clan now, it can be said that the entire Central Plains world is firmly in their hands. Countless information, secrets, truths, and visions are firmly held in the palm of their hands, in order to better rule the two worlds of living beings under their feet.

The arrival of the catastrophe is equivalent to a reshuffle.

Sacrifice is inevitable, and the old and the new are bound to be replaced.

There will definitely be people in these ten halls who will not be able to survive this catastrophe, and in the same way, the vacant position must also be replaced. This is the replacement of fresh blood and the refreshment of the power of the upper echelons. And for Lu Cheng, if he wants to regain control of the Hades Temple, he must either restore the body of the Hades Monarch, or he can only rely on this method, climb up step by step, gradually expand his right to speak, and then make a coup d'état, which is logical.

The former is aggressive, the latter is sound.

No matter how you look at it, he has this need to step over the threshold as soon as possible.

Since those people were able to expand an unprecedented position in addition to the Ten Halls of Yan Jun, the Heavenly Master, then after ten more rights in the world, why couldn't they divide the decision power by one more vote and create a new position for him to Lu Cheng?

Thinking of this, Lu Cheng, whose face was still covered with water stains, couldn't help laughing.

"You can understand it that way, but the good news this time is probably much bigger than that."

The old Taoist priest shook his head, obviously saying good things, but his tone was rare and heavy.

"Much bigger than that?" Lu Cheng twisted his eyebrows, took a towel and wiped his face, "Straight to speak, don't sell it." ”

"I've been thinking about some things for a long time, and I feel that since the coffin has been closed, it's only a matter of time before I tell you." The old Taoist priest narrowed his eyes, "Have you heard about the gambling game from your father, King Bian Cheng, or your father-in-law, King Chujiang?" ”

"Some impressions." Lu Cheng frowned, and quickly realized that what he heard next was very likely to involve some high-level secret cores that he had been eager to know for a long time.

Of course, he had heard of the word "gambling", but it was not from King Bian Cheng and King Chujiang, but more from Ye Tianxing. He knew that for such a long time, the Ten Halls Yan Jun had always had a game of chess with the common people behind him, Ye Tianxing was the player, and the old Taoist priest was also in the game. And including him, all the sacrificed underworld demons are all pawns without exception.

"Let me tell you the specifics of this bet." The old Taoist priest took a sip of the tea in the cup on the table and closed the door with his hand. "When did you think we often talk about the coming of the great calamity?" He asked suddenly.

"Nearly two years?" Lu Cheng replied casually with intuition.

"No, twenty years ago." The old Taoist priest shook his head.

"Twenty years?!" Lu Cheng was shocked.

"You heard it right, twenty years." The old Taoist priest sneered.

"At that time, I didn't have the position of a Heavenly Master, and my appearance can only be said to be a coincidence. You don't have this permission, but if you go to the ancestral hall of the main hall and are lucky enough to see the genealogy, you will find that almost all the Yan monarchs at that time, except for the oldest Wheel King, served in the same year. And this time happened to be twenty years ago, that is, when the previous generation of Yan Jun died. The old Taoist priest glanced at the tea cup in his hand, and his solemn expression seemed to return to the days when the wind and snow were vague.

Lu Cheng opened his eyes and couldn't say a word for a long time.

This moment came very suddenly, and he was not mentally prepared for anything, and suddenly heard such a secret from the mouth of the old Taoist priest. It was undeniable that he was surprised at this moment, but more curious about the gamble.

Perhaps the cause of the incident should not be limited to what you have seen and heard, and the antecedents of twenty years ago do not preclude the consequences of today.

"It all started with the Wheel King's blindness." The old Taoist priest smiled bitterly.

"The catastrophe you're about to face now was actually done once twenty years ago.

"That year, a hundred ghosts walked in the city of Kyoto. Red lanterns were erected, and countless demons roamed the streets in masks of human skin. The world is so strange that they dare not look at each other behind closed doors. Together with all the psychic bloodlines, they were all shocked by the mighty yin qi, but they didn't dare to step forward.

"The one who is stationed in Kyoto at the moment happens to be the current Wheel King Tang Xuelong, who feels that the two worlds are out of balance, and he risked his life in order to find the truth, and after arranging the enchantment from his body with the pupil technique, he followed directly behind the hundred ghosts, and the tail line went all the way out of the city.

"No one knows where he followed the ghosts who came out of nowhere, only that after returning from dawn, he was blind when he cultivated to the Broken Transformation Realm. When we asked him about what he had seen along the way, he just shook his head and said nothing, claiming that the last scene he saw was the destruction of the entire psychic bloodline.

At that time, the higher-ups of the Temple of Hades quickly made a decision, and in their opinion, this series of visions and the prophecy from the mouth of the Wheel King had become the most tangled thorn in their hearts. So except for the injured Wheel Monarch who was in a trance, the remaining Nine Hall Yan Jun brought the heroes of their respective clans, and followed the road of the Hundred Ghosts at night together, embarking on a trajectory to find the answer.

"Of the ten halls of Yan that you have seen now, the upper five halls, including me, were all present at that action.

"It's windy on the outskirts of the city, and I've never seen such an eerie night.

"Under the red lantern hanging high, I seem to be able to see how the hundred ghosts laughed and waded through the river Styx, which was a soup of white bones and blood, that night.

With a moment of blurred consciousness, we quickly realized that our group had stepped into some high-level existence and could not be broken. Maybe it was a mental delusion, or maybe in that era, the suburbs of Kyoto really opened a door to the Shura underworld.

"In front of him was a lonely black boat on the River Styx, and on board was a faceless ferryman. We were amazed that such a scene could actually be seen in the world, but no one could be sure whether we were living or dead at that time. ”

"And then?"

Lu Cheng looked at him, except for the sluggishness on his face, he couldn't say a single superfluous word. There are too many information points in this dusty history that can be studied deeply, whether it is the same night walk of a hundred ghosts twenty years ago or the reason why the old Taoist priest said this today, it made his brain confused.

"I can't remember." The old Taoist priest shook his head.

"That memory was probably so terrible to me that when I woke up from a coma, I forgot everything I had done after that.

"The Nine Great Yama Monarchs are missing, but the rest of us have escaped safely. No one knows what happened to us after that, why those powerful Yamas never returned, and how we were safely sent out. The last memory that stayed in the minds of our group was the river of bones and blood that seemed to reach the sky, and the faceless ferryman on the boat. ”

"What does this have to do with gambling?" Lu Cheng asked.

"Because of that plan."

The old Taoist priest lit a cigarette and did not shy away from it.

"We in power quickly realized that something terrible was happening. And all this can only be solved by the Hades Monarch clan, which has long been out of order at that time. Your own bloodline has not yet awakened, so you can't possibly understand what it would be like for those of us to be the Immortal Monarch who only appears in history and legend, but it is no exaggeration to say that for those who are near-dying, that feeling of grasping at the straw is everything for the rest of life. ”

"So, how did you deal with it?" Lu Cheng shrugged his shoulders and didn't plan to interrupt.

"God-making." The old Taoist priest said lightly, "Led by Chu Qing, the king of Qin Guang, we put forward the idea of recreating the Immortal Monarch. ”

"Man-made Hades?!" Hearing this, Lu Cheng gasped.

Of course, he understood the feasibility of this idea, because as a royal bloodline of the same level, he himself was a personal corpse king! Since the corpse chasers of the Miao Jiang generation can rely on the corpse king Gu to reproduce the myth of the corpse king, why can't the psychic people in the Central Plains concoct another immortal monarch in the same way?

It's just that theory is theory, and this idea is too crazy after all.

He couldn't imagine what a horrible situation it would be if that kind of existence could be produced unbridledly. Attempting to challenge the bloodline of God with human strength is in itself the greatest transgression!

"This project has been in the works for 20 years. From the theoretical basis to the study of magic, some links have even violated the ancestral teachings and referred to the "Ghost and God Experience", until today, by the final completion of the Wheel King, we can be regarded as turning a fantasy into a controllable reality. And everything is ready, and what is owed is the candidate who finally accepts the transformation and breaks through the bloodline boundary to become the Immortal Monarch. ”

"That candidate's verdict, this is your gamble?" At this moment, Lu Cheng suddenly understood the significance of Ye Tianxing asking him to fight for this place.

"That's right." The old Taoist priest nodded, "Everyone hopes that the demigod created by the expectations can stand on their side unconditionally, whether it is the great tribulation or the change of pattern after the tribulation, the value and significance of a Hades Lord are unimaginable." Therefore, the issue of this candidate has become a point of contention among the top leaders. You, including the previous Psychic Four, each of you has the right to nominate for your outstanding performance. We will cast your vote based on your potential, and today's meeting is when the final results will be born. ”... Friends who read books, you can search for "", you can find this site as soon as possible.