Forty Millenniums of Cultivation

The metropolitan city at this moment is quite different than it was more than half a month ago.

After a worry-free uprising of "baptism”, most of the factories and mine holes are full of sores, smoke and dust, with broken walls and collapsed debris that cannot be cleaned up in time and piled together indiscriminately, like a tall burial bag.

Because most of the old and weak women and children were evacuated by Longyang Jun and Li Jialing, the original vibrant, the slums of the car dragon turned into a dead silence. Occasionally, some of the residents with stubborn faces poked their heads out of the ruins, but there was no half-point in their eyes. It was not clear whether they were people or ghosts, or whether they were human beings or ghosts.

To resist the anger of the fairy repairers, a large number of strong workers volunteered to stay.

In order to resume production as soon as possible, it was not too difficult for the workers temporarily, and the smelter and pipeline “rumbled” back into operation amidst the haunted ruins.

Workers seemed to vent their anger clean in the uprising, which turned into exhausted, dead fish left to the fairy repairers.

Nevertheless, the immortals continue to strengthen their preparations for the big iron factory every day.

Every day a car of armies and battle puppets are transported underground with glittering Samsung Lightning badges engraved on their armor and guns, and even a raised skull behind Samsung Lightning as a backdrop.

Skeleton Samsung Lightning Battle Emblem, an elite symbol of the Royal Forest Army, was the symbol of Reaper in the early days of the Real Human Empire.

Even now, the Imperial Forest Army has weakened, but it is not a militia of the Black Iron Group that can be compared.

Not to mention, in the elite of the Royal Forest Army, there are women dressed in cloaks who hide in the shadows all the time.

They are like spraying black mist from the ears of the nose, nose and eyes and the pores around them, giving people the feeling of chills and frozen bone marrow.

These women, the most frightening of all the stars on the planet, are the witch hunters of the Trial Court.

Every day, countless Royal Forest Army elite and witch hunters come to the big railway factory with a large number of earth-drilling tanks and a method suitable for underground combat, and use the big railway factory as a transit station. After a short break, they probe deeper into the underground - it seems that the master of the fairy repair against the worry-free uprising is truly desirable, and grab Li Yao and Longyang Jun at all costs.

The large railway factory was completely transformed into a military factory and a large barracks. With a hedgehog full of spikes, there is no need to worry about the worry-free people of Uhe regenerating events.

But the owner of the big iron factory, Li Minghui, president of Black Iron Group, was not happy at all.

Although after the lucky escape day, Li Minghui himself went to his new godfather, the Li parent, for help, and asked the other party to send troops to help him suppress the worry-free uprising and take back the big iron factory.

But what happened after that, far from his prediction and control, escalated at the speed of wind and electricity, involving even the fierce Royal Forest Army elite and the Magic Court on the surface now, most likely involving the leader of the revolutionaries, the Empire Queen Li Linghai!

Li Minghui couldn't help crying bitterness.

He knew that although he was a strong Yuan Baby, in the middle of the star sea, where Yuan Baby was more like a dog, in the high-level struggle of at least divine number of giants pouring and swallowing each other, Yuan Baby Lower Order was really a piece of chess that couldn't be smaller, and whoever moved his little finger could pinch him.

Let's just say that now, the operation of the big railway plant is completely off his track, a little “expropriated” by the revolutionaries. Instead of reaping half the benefits, he has to spend his life saving for all the ways he can't provoke the old demonizers, as well as the proud warriors of the Royal Forest Army and the Tribunals of Celestial Demons. He also has to work diligently to find ways to maintain the production of the big railway factory. Overtime to produce the much-needed Pharmacopoeia components. The cost of each day is astronomical numbers. It's like cutting meat in his heart every day. It's like cutting meat alive!

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But what can he do?

Today's emperors, not a year or six months ago, even the Imperial Prime Minister and His Majesty the Emperor can be killed for no reason. Even the families of the four major elected emperors will be expelled from the extreme heavens and celestial stars by the revolutionaries. Li Minghui is nothing in front of the waves of an era of dramatic transformation. He can still keep his head on the project, or his ancestral tombs will be smoking green.

Right now, of course, sitting in his office, behind his desk, on his office chair, without even looking at half of his woman, is something he absolutely can't provoke.

Li Minghui bowed his waist like a frozen lobster, his forehead and back were sweaty, his face squeezed out a uglier smile than crying, and his atmosphere dared not come out.

It is not just because the other person's cultivation is a whole great realm higher than his, it is the notorious Deepening God.

And because the other side is the core of the revolutionaries, Her Majesty's right arm on the left, the master of the Trial Court of the Titan, the head of all the witch hunters, the moon is no different!

With the fall of the imperial prime minister Oriental, the hunters' association also collapsed, and its chief Oriental moon disappeared, the empire is now left with nothing but a special agency, the Heavenly Demon Trial Chamber.

In the battle of the revolutionaries to deport the families of the four main electorate emperors, the Trial Chamber of the Tibetan Demons also gave its credit. Even several Imperial Elders were invited to serve in the Trial Chamber of the Tibetan Demons, and disappeared silently without even a single sweat left behind.

With the revolutionaries completely occupying the extreme celestial realm and celestial stars, the present magic trial court becomes the color of all emperors to repair fairies. There are fearful ones. There are really those named by the magic trial court, and the self-destructed ones exist.

The hostess of the magic court sat in her office chair and drank tea. Li Minghui could still hold on to her legs without shaking. She was already a tough guy with steel bones.

The main reason, of course, was that Moon Demon's undivided attention had not been focused on him at all, and he had not even been in the ground for so long to see him once, completely treating him as an insignificant, shaking tail begging dog.

Even now, Moonless is still staring at 3D combat videos hovering over her desk.

The video shows the scene of the big iron factory fighting in the midst of a worry-free uprising half a month ago.

Though I've seen it at least 300 times, the moon is still like the first time I've seen it, burying my face in a stereoscopic light.

Especially when Li Yao, Longyang Jun and Li Jialing appeared in the scene, she had to pause the video and carefully observe it from every angle, as if to see a flower from every spot in the vague details.

After watching the battle video again from beginning to end, the moon pulled cold gaze out of the stereoscopic screen, but covered his expression with a cloak. He didn't even look at Li Minghui. He faintly said: "Elder Li and Instructor Song, your people will take him down to chase him. Any updates? ”

Elder Li is “Abyss” Li Jianyi.

Instructor Song is the “Broken Star Sword” Song Shizhen.

Both men, originally the best and strongest of the family of the four main election emperors, were subjugated by Black Star Emperor Wu Yingqi in the first Battle of the Underground Palace and turned to the revolutionary camp.

This deep underground crackdown on the worry-free uprising and the pursuit of the three gods Li Yao, Li Jialing and “Oriental Ming Moon”, namely Moon Double, Li Jianyi and Song Jianzhen.

Li Jianyi and Song really chased down all the way with the elite after the three of them wounded the Oriental Moon, Longyang Jun.

If the moon has no double and there are other requirements, stay in the big railway factory to sit in the town command.

Hearing her voice, Li Minghui shook a chill in her heart and gasped: “If you go back to President Moon, you haven't, the underground world is at a wrong root, there are many gaps and forks, and various rock formations of different nature hinder the stimulation of the search mindset, the other party can easily drill into the corner, it is difficult to find the sky - and if the other party simply dies deep beneath the ground, if you want to find the remains, it is even more difficult to find the sea needle.

“I, my people, although they have been underground for decades, are not indigenous here. Usually the scope of action is rarely too far away from the big railway factory, so...”

“Hmm?”

The moon snorted coldly, "If there's no news, what are you doing here? ”

With a cold hum, he almost hummed Li Minghui's three souls. He stood like dirt for a long time, lowering his head deeper. Big compliments: “I… my subordinates want to ask President Moon, what should be done with the worry-free leaders who are locked up in jail?

“They seem to have suffered serious injuries during the interrogation the previous few days, several of them burned their brains, two more died this morning. The subordinates do not know whether to leave these people behind, are willing to help them with their treatment, leave them with a dog's life, and are afraid that President Moon will arrange something else, this...”

“It's a small thing, just do as you please. ”

The moon is twofold, “worry-free religion is just a small fish, it is important that the fishermen behind the small fish, their brains are all emptied out, there is no value in using it, you can handle it any way you want.

“Wait, how's your refining going now, like 15 percent behind target? ”

“Yes, it is… 15.5 per cent behind. ”

Li Minghui said bitterly, “President Yue Mingzhen, a riot just broke out half a month ago. Almost all the ancillary factories were razed to the ground, and the workers lost most of their money. It is already a miracle that production can be resumed so quickly, and his subordinates have really solved the problem. ”

“I don't know about production, it's your business, I don't care how you fill yourself in the refinery, you have to catch up with the plan within the next month, or I'll fill you in myself. ”

The moon has no double-sided expression, “The worry-free leader, including Xu Zhicheng, dragged out this afternoon in front of all the workers, so let's go to prison.

“Then you tell the workers that for a month, if they can accomplish their goals, I will forgive them all their sins, including their families; if not, Xu Zhicheng will be what he is today, as he will be tomorrow.

“Let them treasure the hard-won job opportunities they have come to, and don't make me kill them - one day, the big iron factory won't even leave a living ant behind! ”