Immortal cultivators don't know the year, and time passes like flowing water.

In the blink of an eye, more than a year has passed since Chang Yu and Long Yangjun joined forces to visit Beggar. Don't beg to hide in the mine with one mind, and strive to study the way of the Miaoying Palace's formation, with the help of the countless basic formations in the stealing scriptures, the way of the Miaoying Palace's magic array has been broken by him.

Seventy percent is not enough to deal with the several large formations near the entrance of the Beiming Bottomless Abyss. But the further you go, the more difficult the magic array becomes, and with the current realm and strength of Beggar, it is still too difficult to analyze the most mysterious part of the magic array in Miaoying Palace. After all, it is from the hand of Taiyi Golden Immortal, even if the Miaoying Palace Master is not familiar with the way of the formation, Taiyi Golden Immortal is Taiyi Golden Immortal, and the big array she painstakingly studied is something that can be understood so simply by begging?

After fifteen days without success, Beg gave up his meditation on the further formation and left the grotto where he had been in retreat for a year.

Standing on a tall stalagmite, watching the monks work hard to dig the ore, Bei Qi sighed helplessly. You still have to rely on external forces. But this borrowed external force must be controlled by Beggar, otherwise the external force is too strong, and it will swallow Beggar, which is not a situation that Beg wants to see.

Fortunately, there is Su Qin, an old and cunning strategist, to help him give advice, so don't just sit back and enjoy his achievements.

Thinking of Su Qin's unbelievable methods and schemes, Beggar's mood became a lot better. He looked around, and the number of monks in the cave was more than twice as many as there had been more than a year ago. Those Yaksha were now not only capturing monks in the bottomless abyss of Beiming, but even occasionally running in droves to nearby Terran towns to sneak up on lone monks, so the number here is growing.

Of the 14,000 or 5,000 monks, the weakest cultivation is the Jindan realm, and the strongest cultivation is at the level of a low-grade heavenly immortal. All the monks were imprisoned by Beqi, and their life and death were in the hands of Bebeg, and Beqi valued this power very much.

Closing his eyes and meditating, Bei Qi passed the demon god puppet, and sent another request to Su Qin on the side of He'an City - no matter what poisonous trick Su Qin used to calculate the monks in Qingcheng and plan the matter of Ancheng and Beiming, but he must ensure the safety of the more than 10,000 monks who have been controlled by Bei Qi. There are more than 10,000 monks, this force is very powerful, and Beg must hold it in his hands.

A roar from Su Qin sounded faintly in the sea of knowledge, and Su Qin was very annoyed by the various conditions that Beg added from time to time. With one more condition, Su Qin's plan to be carried out is several times more complicated, and for a strategist, this kind of task that is constantly becoming complex is really not a pleasant thing to look at.

'Giggle', Beg closed the divine connection with the demon god puppet clone, he moved his hands, and the two immortal weapons of the Ecstasy Skull Banner and the Ten Thousand Souls White Bone Armor appeared at the same time. The white bone armor of all souls, which tragically exuded the evil aura of the forest, hung on Beqi's body, and the skull banner of the god carried the waves above his head, constantly emitting a sharp ghost howl. As soon as the two evil sect immortal artifacts came out, hundreds of small whirlwinds suddenly rolled up in the mine, and the air was full of cold, and those monks who were working hard to mine ore were busy and sped up their movements again.

Crisp applause came from the entrance of the mine, and Lu Buwei walked in with two deacon disciples, he applauded and smiled: "Wu Wang, Daoyou, these two immortal weapons are really worthy of Daoyou. The old man came uninvited, and I ask for your forgiveness!"

Bei Qi just heard Lu Buwei's footsteps and sensed his breath, so he deliberately released two immortal weapons to intimidate him. After listening to Lü Buwei's words, Don't beg to be cold or lukewarm, and said: "Where, Mr. Lu is now in charge of many affairs in the Miaoying Palace, and although Poor Dao is the head of the mine, his identity is still under the head of Lu. Don't say that Mr. Lu will come to the mine to inspect, even if Mr. Lu wants to pick up a hoe and dig a few pieces of ore himself, Poor Dao can't control you!"

Lu Buwei chuckled, his figure pulled up inch by inch, slowly stepped on the air to Beqi's side, and stood side by side with Beqi, condescendingly looking down on the monks who worked hard.

Don't beg and don't speak, Lu Buwei doesn't speak, the two of them just stand there quietly, like two stone statues.

For more than a year, Lü Buwei and Chang Yu fought very hard, Chang Yu hooked up with the Miaoxin Fairy, but Lü Buwei served the Miaoying Palace Master very comfortably. Both of them regard each other as mortal enemies, but they are both jealous and dare not let go of their means. Both of them have an unstable foundation in Miaoying Palace, and they don't have enough power under them, and they both rely on Fengying others to gain a little power, so they act more cautiously.

The secret fight between the two is very clear to Beg. Both of them wanted to kill each other, but the strength at hand was not much different, and neither dared to act rashly. Compared with the Miaoying Palace Master and the Miaoxin Fairy, both of them are as small as ants, and neither of them dares to launch rashly before they are sure that they can escape all the blame. If they anger each other's backers, they are both afraid that they will be turned to ashes by the wrath of thunder.

Beg even understood that one of the reasons why the two did not dare to attack each other was Long Yangjun.

King Zhangqiu has stayed in Miaoying Palace for a year, and he doesn't know what to do with the master of Miaoying Palace. Long Yangjun accompanies King Zhangqiu at any time, and in Miaoying Palace, Long Yangjun is also a distinguished guest. With King Zhangqiu as their backer, the two were afraid that once they fought with each other, they let Long Yangjun take advantage of it.

Thinking of this, Beg couldn't help but sneer in his heart. Lü Buwei and Chang Yu clearly hate each other to death, and they want to crush each other's bones and ashes, but for various reasons, they now have to live with each other every day with a smile. It's been more than a year, whether it's the Miaoxin Fairy or the Miaoying Palace Master, I just didn't find out that the relationship between Chang Yu and Lu Buwei was still an old acquaintance.

The two stood quietly for half an hour, and Beg remained silent. Lu Buwei finally couldn't hold his breath, and he said in a deep voice: "Wu Wangdaoyou has controlled these monks properly. Well, the old man was wrong, he should have learned the methods of Taoist friends a long time ago, and simply imprisoned their primordial spirits, wouldn't these people all become the old man's subordinates?"

Glancing at Lu Buwei in surprise, Bei begged and asked, "Then, why didn't Manager Lu do this?"

After a moment of silence, Lu Buwei sighed deeply: "Old man, I think about it." The old man used to be a face in the world, and he originally wanted to use the means to treat those mortals in the world, first with force, and then with kindness, soft and hard, and finally be able to completely subdue them and make them the most loyal subordinates of the old man. Old man, I'm thinking about it!"

Don Beg said bluntly: "I don't see it, Chief Manager Lu is still the identity of the Minister of State? It's a pity, it's a pity, it's a pity that people who cultivate immortals are different from mortals." Mortals can use kindness to subdue their hearts, but those who cultivate immortals can directly use violence. In the world of cultivating immortals, there is no need for kindness at all, there is no need for friendship, and violence is the most direct means. ”

Lu Buwei sighed, and he sighed with remorse: "The old man reacted when he saw that Daoist friends had subdued these monks with that tyrannical method. The old man's previous experience was not applicable in the world of cultivating immortals. ”

Beg sighed, he nodded and smiled: "It's the poor Dao who took a big advantage from Manager Lu." Pointing to the more than 10,000 hard-working monks below, Bei Qi sneered: "There are more than 10,000 monks, among whom there are not a few Heavenly Immortal cultivators, and as a result, they have all become poor Dao bags. Mr. Lu is in charge of this generous gift, but he is disrespectful, so he can only accept it!"

Lu Buwei's heart was depressed for a while, and he was so angry that he was about to vomit blood. He originally wanted to learn the methods used when he was the prime minister of the Qin Dynasty, and he used both soft and hard to take these monks for his own use, and when he had some results, he directly used the most barbaric means to control the original gods of these monks, and everyone became his trophies. This is more than 10,000 monks from the Pangu Continent, among which there are not a few heavenly immortals, and there are many Yuan Shen and Yuan Infant stage monks, and the strength of these more than 10,000 monks is enough to compete with the high-level monks of any of the six countries such as Dayan.

Lü Buwei is tantamount to giving up the power of a country to Beqi, but Bebegging deliberately scratches a few claws in his sad place, can Lü Buwei not be resentful?

Of course, this resentment can't be revealed on the surface, Lu Buwei sighed lightly, and said with his head bowed: "This is the fate of Taoist friends." ”

With a slight clapping of his hands, a few of the deacon disciples around Lu Buwei walked into the mine with a few people. Carefully following these deacon disciples were eight beautiful girls, who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old, looking at their delicate and timid appearances, all of them were daughters of good families, and I don't know why they were brought here.

Sighing lightly, Lu Buwei smiled and said, "This is a beauty that the old man collected from the people when he went out on business." Wu Wang Daoyou usually hides in the mine and does not go out, and it is lonely to come to his side. These beauties have a good appearance, and they can give them to Taoist friends to entertain their ears. ”

Lü Buwei's smile was very gentle, giving people a sense of intimacy that was affectionate but not too abrupt.

Don't beg to laugh secretly in your heart, this is Lu Buwei has no way to take Chang Yu, and wants to win himself over against Chang Yu? This means of winning over people is nothing more than wine, wealth, and so on. The Demon Dao monk has always been messy in terms of women, and Lü Buwei sent eight beauties to himself, but he also calculated accurately.

After pondering for a moment, he glanced at those girls, and said with a smile: "This is very good, Poor Dao has just had a practice recently, and it needs a few furnaces, and it seems that these women are excellent." The manager is gracious!"

Bowing to Lu Buwei, Don't beg to look at Lu Buwei and smile: "The immortal road is long, it is difficult for one person to reach the end, and our cultivators always need one or two to make friends." The manager is gracious, if you have something to ask for, as long as you can do it in the poor way, ah, haha!"

Don't beg a haha, Lu Buwei also snorted, the two looked at each other and smiled, and at the same time scolded in their hearts.

Sent a few beauties to the stone cave where Beg lived, Lü Buwei invited Beqi to go to Miaoying Palace to sit with him, and then in the name of not disturbing Beggar's good deeds, he left the mine with a few deacon disciples with a smile.

With Lü Buwei's gesture of goodwill, Beqi left the mine early the next morning and went straight to Miaoying Palace.