This familiarity lasted for most of the night.

It wasn't until the arrival of the next morning that Wang Zijia reluctantly had a preliminary understanding of his huge changes.

Wang Zijia is not in a hurry, anyway, there is still half a month of preparation time before the task will begin.

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When I left the basement, it was already wake-up time.

After boxing with a few women, after breakfast, I came to the White Peach Building.

"Uncle Shi is early!"

"Pulse Lord early!"

"Master Zun is early!"

An Xingsheng took three men and one woman and waited early.

The waiting staff in front of Wang Zijia has changed from his one-person team to a five-person service team, and this guy is acting and teaching as before.

Wang Zijia nodded slightly to a few disciples and asked them to go down and go down to their own business.

He immediately took some documents from An Xingsheng's hand, and entered the house while reading them.

An Xingsheng followed in with a pile of books.

There are many more books than Wang Zijia usually reads, which Wang Zijia specially instructed him to get, some information, biographies, and scripts about the enclave of Changbaozhou.

Although when the task was issued, there was already a whole detailed information on the identity card.

But these are all official information, and these words and things that An Xingsheng got can help to understand this state from the side.

can give Wang Zijia a general impression of his humanity, customs and so on.

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Wang Zijia entered the room, sat in the study, and after looking through the documents for a while, he suddenly asked:

"Does the sect have any reaction or explanation for the fall of the eight gods yesterday?"

"No, not at all. However, among the disciples, from yesterday's god fall, to today, all kinds of news have continued, and the veins of the god monarch have fallen, and there has been a lot of trouble. But the sect did not react. ”

An Xingsheng shook his head, his brows were rarely furrowed, he looked at Wang Zijia, and said with a puzzled face:

"Uncle Shi, what do you say is wrong with the elders of the sect? Could it really be that as rumored by the outer sect, the master is afraid of the Bone Soul View, and intends to swallow it like this again? ”

When Wang Zijia heard this, his face became solemn.

He would rather all the bigwigs of the sect shout from yesterday to today, rather than be so silent!

In comparison, Wang Zijia is not afraid of reacting, but he is afraid of not reacting.

Because the more this is the case, it means that the higher-level of the sect is holding back their big moves!

And with the size of Wanyu Sect, once the current generation of the master wants to hold back some big moves, then it will be a matter of the sky falling if he is not careful.

Now Wang Zijia's cultivation, under such a big event, can only be like a ferry in a storm. Looking more resistant to pressure than a small boat sailboat, but in the face of a huge storm, there is still no resistance, so you can only go with the flow and resign yourself to fate!

Therefore, the more there is no movement, the more bottomless Wang Zijia's heart is. Even if he has already taken over the task, he is a little weak.

"I hope that the high-level bosses of the sect are all super calm existences, and they are not stimulated! ’

As soon as Wang Zijia's thought came up, he thought of the scene of the fall of the eight gods yesterday, especially when it also involved the overhaul of the original gods.

'There are only a few dozen primordial gods in the sect, all of them are strategic-level forces, and now one has been eliminated, not to mention the relationship between the high-level people and them. ’

'Just talking about status, it's like in the previous life, when a nuclear bomb suddenly blew up a province, isn't this Nima likely to blow up Mao??? ’

Wang Zijia doesn't believe it herself!

If you can quietly endure this, Wan Yuzong will really become a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle!

'Alas, it seems that the high-level Wanyu Sect has decided to work hard, but they don't know what kind of big move is holding back in this gourd. ’

'I guess it's a little scary, after all, even the real people hide it······'

'Damn, I'm so bottomless, I'm a little panicked! ’

'I hope it's not a duel involving low-level disciples, but a high-end top power! ’

Even so, I'm a little panicked, in case it's a 'nuclear' bombardment, regardless of the big destruction of my identity, with my current strength, a little bit of sassafras touching, it is estimated that I will be injured! ’

"Damn, the cultivation is still too low!" In the flickering of thoughts, Wang Zijia scolded secretly.

"Uncle Shi?" An Xingsheng looked at Wang Zijia who suddenly changed his face suspiciously.

"It's okay, you go down, pay attention to inquire about the news in this regard, and what is going on in the Kunling Realm." Wang Zijia added:

"In addition, don't follow those disciples to discuss what mindless words are swallowed by the master, and be careful of being visited by the law enforcement team or the Internal Affairs Bureau."

"These are obviously rhythmic, or want to know how the sect reacts. Pay attention to where these news come from and which ones are working hard. ”

"Once you find a sign, don't deal with it yourself, just notify the disciples of the law enforcement team to get it."

An Xingsheng was slightly startled in his heart, and said respectfully: "The disciple understands how to do it!" ”

With that, he quietly withdrew.

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Wang Zijia sat in his seat and pondered for a long time.

got up and came to the window, looking at the seven peaks towering into the clouds in the distance outside the window, and lost his mind slightly.

'Alas, I hope the top of the sect will be safe! No matter how bad it is, hold it for a long time, and when I set off, I can explode again! ’

Standing in front of the window, Wang Zijia's thoughts could not be calmed for a long time.

At this moment, he always felt that the sect had become a place of right and wrong, and he wanted to escape as soon as possible.

Thinking about it in a mess, he finally came to Taoyuan and began to familiarize himself with his own magic again.

No matter how much you want, it's useless, in such a situation, a little more strength, a little more security, this is the king.

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The sect spent the whole day in such a strange and quiet atmosphere.

The disciples below made a fuss, but the higher-ups did not react, and they were surprisingly silent.

In the evening, an even more outrageous news was sent out by the sect.

[Notice: One day later, the whole sect will hold a Divine Monarch-level water and land puja to see off the nine Great Divine Monarchs.] This celebration will be open to the whole sect! 】

Wang Zijia even learned that this is not only a whole notice!

The high-level of Wanyu Sect also invited the big men of Daqian and Feixian to watch the ceremony, which was a celebration of the three sects!

At this time, there are also three celebrations, and Wang Zijia really didn't figure out what medicine the head of the sect or the high-level leaders of the Hall of Elders wanted to sell.

And judging from Zhang Decheng's invitation to Wang Zijia to participate in the festival yesterday, this matter was agreed yesterday, even before yesterday!!

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The second day after the fall of the Divine Monarch was spent in such a calm and calm manner.

Obviously, the sect did not react, but all day long, Wang Zijia had no bottom in his heart, a little inexplicably panicked, and he couldn't wait for the spy mission to start as soon as possible and leave the sect as soon as possible!

After having dinner with Xiang Feifei, Wang Zijia hurriedly entered the fairy illusion realm, wanting to get more news.

What stunned Wang Zijia was that the fairy illusion that he thought would be very lively was very deserted.

Usually, there are at least thousands of people in the square, but today there are only hundreds, a bunch of threes and twos, and it looks like everyone is doing something in the sect and has no time to come here to inquire about the news.

Frowning, he entered the small circle.

It's even more exaggerated here, there are only five people, all of whom Wang Zijia is not familiar with.

Gu Yuebai, Yan Qimeng, Gu Wenhe and the like, none of them came.

"What's going on today?" Wang Zijia looked at the few people waiting quietly in the octagonal pavilion and asked puzzled.

A few people shook their heads and said, "I don't know, since I entered the Immortal God Illusion Realm, I haven't seen less than twenty people gather in our circle on any day, and today's number of people is really rare!" ”

Wang Zijia looked at the five senior brothers around him, his brows furrowed, and the information of several people emerged.

Cross-compared for a moment, and then thought about the senior brothers who didn't come, there seems to be no pattern?

It's really always been in Wanyu Peak, outside the Wanyu Palace, and the master doesn't give an explanation and doesn't leave?

Withdrawing from the Immortal God Illusion Realm with complicated thoughts, he hesitated for a moment before sending a message to Gu Yuebai, saying:

"Senior Brother Yuebai, how are the senior brothers waiting for news in Wanyufeng Square? Why didn't everyone go to the Immortal Fantasy Realm today? ”

For a moment, Wang Zijia's identity card flickered slightly, and the illusory image of Gu Yuebai's upper body emerged from the identity card, and said to Wang Zijia:

"I don't know, I'm too busy today to go. How many people are in the illusion today? ”

"It's not just a lot, it's just a lot!" Wang Zijia replied.

"I guess I went to Wanyu Peak and cared about the fall of the eight gods. Don't talk to you, junior brother, I'm a little busy here! Gu Yuebai replied.

"Okay, senior brother, you're busy!" Wang Zijia said goodbye to this fairy tale.

Frowning, he just wanted to go to the Netherworld Ghost City to have a look, but he was suddenly slightly stunned.

His mind moved slightly, and his body shape quickly changed into a demon boy old way.

Immediately, the general talisman to which the shadow belonged appeared, and as the talisman flickered, Gou Hongyuan's illusory figure appeared in front of Wang Zijia's eyes.

"What?" Wang Zijia frowned, looked at Gou Hongyuan and asked.

Gou Hongyuan saluted Wang Zijia and said, "Senior Brother Demon Boy, just now, in the evening, Senior Brother I suddenly received a task and was recruited by the sect war. ”

"Immediately, I was led to a magic weapon spaceship that I don't know what it was, and at this moment I am not allowed to have any contact with the outside world."

"Except for the hidden vein talisman that can still be used, it has been completely isolated. Those who were recruited together, as well as several shadows of the Array Academy's veins, I want to ask Senior Brother Demon Boy, do you know what this recruitment is for? ”

'Huh? Wang Zijia was shocked in his heart and said, "You have been drafted?" ”

"Yes, at the moment, I am being organized by a group of senior uncles to maintain a formation that I don't know what level."

Gou Hongyuan glanced at the expressionless demon boy, and said cautiously: "Senior brother demon boy, are we going to the battlefield?" ”

"Just obey the arrangement with peace of mind, and don't reveal your identity as a shadow disciple." Wang Zijia's mind was racing, and he said yes to Gou Hong.

Gou Hongyuan didn't get the news from Wang Zijia, he was still a little unwilling, but he didn't dare to ask more, and finally ended the inquiry helplessly, full of apprehension.

(End of chapter)