"The correct way to dispatch? Is it to give orders directly?"
Zhou Yang was a little puzzled.
These powerful evil spirits are all under the one-horned evil spirit king, while the non-strong evil spirits are scattered sand. Who can directly give orders to them
"Why do you think your thoughts are broadcast in the sky? It is not for you, but for the prisoners in the prison! Every order issued through the prison system, the prisoners can only obey and obey !"
"What if they don't want to comply?"
"They have no choice. If they violate the order of the manager, they will be devastated by the prison. This is something that every prisoner knows very well!"
"In addition to directly ordering them to do things, can I directly use their abilities? Then through prison, what can I do to them?"
Zhou Yang looked at the evil spirits hanging on the heavenly gate, and wondered a little.
"First, directly summon them to fight in any place. Second, directly use their special abilities before being imprisoned. Third, they can be arranged to project into any world and integrate into the indigenous world environment by reincarnation, and do it for you. Any job. Fourth, you can guide them to upgrade as you wish. Of course, the premise of this is that you can provide them with enough time points to upgrade. Fourth, you can kill them, only between your thoughts..."
The voice in the sky gradually changed from cold to rumbling like thunder.
With every word, the evil spirits in the sea of ghosts involuntarily leaned down, as if they once again remembered the fear of being infinitely dominated.
Zhou Yang looked up at the sky and waited until the voice had finished speaking before slowly saying, "But, I have never seen a master dispatched to use a ghost!"
The voice said solemnly: "Whether to use prisoners in prison is the freedom of managers. Not every manager needs to use prisoners, and not every manager wants to use prisoners. Your master... beep... beep... beep …"
It's a blocking word again.
but it does not matter.
After solving the Korean problem, I will go to the master!
Don't wait anymore.
Zhou Yang finally made up his mind to advance his plan to see the master in a few years' time following the steps of his previous life.
Since this traversal rebirth is not a rebirth in the general sense, but has various unexplainable circumstances, it means that his rebirth is not a simple matter.
As the Tianmen manager, the master obviously has such great power and such indescribable power, but he has never seen her use the power here, even in the last battle, at the last moment, she uses What is still the power of the world, it is still the method of clear and microcosmic!
What prevents her from using the power of the Tianmen administrator? Why did she give him the identity of Tianmen administrator
All of this can only be explained by seeing the master.
Zhou Yang stopped asking.
He left his mind.
Car to Beijing Airport.
Lu Chengjing and Li Xueyin were already waiting at the airport.
Li Xueyin took his own bodyguard, plus Cui Zhen, who was unhealed from his hand injuries, and a large group of people accounted for more than half of the VIP room.
Tickets and passports are all ready.
This doesn't even have to worry Zhou Yang himself.
Even if he hadn't made any preparations before, he could still leave whenever he wanted.
Li Hongguang drove Zhou Yang into the airport and saw a young and extravagant woman welcoming Zhou Yang respectfully. It was no surprise that he just asked, "Sir, is there anything else you want me to do?"
Zhou Yang turned around and thought for a moment and said: "Master Li, you have worked hard tonight, please give Militaire a word for me and say I'm leaving."
Although there is a mobile phone, this sentence does not have to be said in person.
Li Hongguang carefully wrote down this sentence. Although he didn't know who Miss Millitel was, he wanted to know from the boss.
He watched Zhou Yang walk into the aisle under the crowd of people before and after, with a lot of emotions, he turned and returned to the car, returned to the hotel, and told his boss this sentence. He obviously overestimated his boss. His boss looked confused. He obviously didn't know who Miss Millie was, but it didn’t matter. The boss’s boss probably knew it. This sentence can be passed on to that Millie. Miss Tell's ears.
Li Hongguang thought about the experience of this night, and always had a dreamlike unreal feeling. Thinking about the mysterious but polite and humble young Mr. Zhou, he moved out and compared the people he had seen in the past that he was considered to be a big man. But no one can have such a bearing.
"It's such a young man, what an amazing character!"
Li Hongguang sighed like this, thinking that the so-called dragon and phoenix among people were nothing more than that.
Compared to Li Hongguang's admiration, Luo Shuisheng, who had also seen Zhou Yang, didn't know anything about it. After being retired from the hotel by Zhou Yang, he returned to his residence in embarrassment, tossing and turning all night, neither sleeping nor refining, sitting withered, confused, and staying up all night, but when the day came, the eye circles were dark. NS.
The sound of the disciples washing and laughing was heard outside the room.
Compared with the thoughtful head, these Tianhong Palace disciples have no burden at all, and they even laugh and play leisurely.
Luo Shuisheng was very irritable when he heard it, and he opened the door and yelled, "I don’t know how to stop in the morning. Don’t make trouble. Wash and eat well. When I go to the Fa conference later, I will be refreshed. Don't lose my face in the Rainbow Palace!"
Seeing the unlucky head, all the disciples of Tianhong Palace stopped talking, and did not dare to laugh and make trouble, even Luo Xuezhu did not dare to touch his mother's mold, and quietly slipped and flashed.
Luo Shuisheng was stern, about to turn back to the room, but suddenly heard someone yelling from a distance: "Shuisheng, Shuisheng, happy event, happy event, hahaha..."
The person who came was Xian Shufeng, the leader of Zhengyang Sect. He was originally a calm and unspoken old man, but at this time he smiled like an idiot, and he walked a bit like jumping.
"Brother, what's the happy event? Did you invite any school to help out?"
Luo Shuisheng wondered if there was any happy event to speak of.
"Did you not watch the news on TV? Well, you are young enough to develop a good habit of watching the news. Hahaha... It's broadcast on TV, the Baima landslide, the entire temple of the Baima Temple collapsed, and all the monks are dead. It's all gone..."
Luo Shuisheng was dumbfounded, and said suspiciously: "All are dead? What about Monk White Horse? He will never die, right!"
Monk White Horse is one of the best masters in the world. Even if there are more parallel imports in the White Horse Temple, so many people die, Monk White Horse will die in a landslide. That is a big joke! (End of this chapter)