Yanjing, in a large conference room. Several old people watched this scene in amazement, and Lei Jun was also present.
Just above the conference room, a one-meter-long square yin light curtain revolved, and familiar singing voices kept coming from inside.
"My motherland and I are like the sea and the waves, the waves are the child of the sea, and the sea is the support of the waves..." So familiar... so familiar that everyone looked at each other. And seeing countless Yin spirits sing hoarsely, the shock is far more astonishing than when Zeng Jin celebrated his 70th birthday.
It is not transmitted through any TV, but it can be clearly seen from the screen that the entire giant city sings together!
The bright red five-star red flag fluttered in the sky, plus Qin Ye's words, they actually felt... no sense of disobedience.
And... there is no underworld cold feeling at all. I didn't even see the shock of hell.
why
It is obviously a yin spirit that is completely different from a living person, with ghost fires in the eye sockets, and a vain body, but it feels... the same as in the world
Is this sincerity
"He... is showing his favor in Xiangyang?" an old man in a Chinese tunic suit sighed with emotion.
"No, there's no need for him to show affection to Yangjian." Lei Jun was also moved. He pointed to the picture and said, "This city is definitely a city with millions of people, and it may be the capital of the underworld. Look at the city wall, every hole in it. There are crossbows, bows, and other mechanical beasts. And these Yin soldiers... If he wants to, he can instantly pull out hundreds of thousands of Yin spirit troops."
"Don't forget, the yin is an existence that we can't see at all. If he really wants to do something to the yangjian, our casualties will be dozens of times more than the current one. The organized yin soldiers are better than the scattered ghosts... everyone. Think about the difference between the two.”
No one speaks.
After a long time, the old man sitting in the center said, "He is voluntary."
"That's what I feel. We've seen all kinds of people, and I don't think it's like cheating. As Director Lei said, there's no need to cheat."
His eyes softened, and he looked at the five-star red flag made up of countless dark clouds flying in the sky. At this moment, I felt extremely at ease.
The Yin-Yang Family... There's no better way to express it.
It seems... the underworld is a good place... maybe I will be very happy in a hundred years...
"So, let's take a serious look. What the other party wants to show us is the real strength of the underworld."
At this moment, Zhao Yun's voice sounded: "Welcome to... Tianya Hai Pavilion."
His phantom slowly stretched out his hand, and at the same time, a line of words and a line of numbers appeared on the Yin Qi light curtain.
"The six-party ghost king, Changshan Zhao Zilong."
Zhao Yun!
The eyes of all the leaders flickered. Although they had heard it, it was another matter to actually see it. and…
All eyes fell on the numbers. This should be the yin value, right? A ghost king's yin... how powerful can it be? What is the measure of the legendary Yama
This is what they want to see more.
In Zhao Yun's hands, countless Yin Qi gathered together. Lei Jun nodded, and an investigator silently reported the presence of an instrument. He whispered, "'Shenwei No. 1', the largest Yin Qi numerical tester at present."
The response was a slight nod, and no one wanted to speak at such a moment. And the next second... The picture on the Yin Qi light curtain jumped suddenly.
In the picture, Zhao Yun pressed lightly, and then, countless wood and stone, pillars, tables, glass, carved doors and windows, Taishi chairs, and elaborately carved roofs... The tide flew out of his hands.
"10 million... 15 million... 20 million! 30 million! 40 million!" The surrounding old men exclaimed in unison. This number... was completely unexpected!
The beating is too fast, just like opening a dam to release water, instantly jumping over the boundary of the ruler, almost in the blink of an eye, it beats tens of millions, and... there is no sign of decline at all!
Is this Yan Luo
This... is too exaggerated!
Zhao Yun obviously couldn't hear their thoughts. Under the shocking gazes of all the yin spirits, strips of bluestone formed stairs to the sky on the ground. It is really sky-high, the stairs go all the way up, about a kilometer wide, with majestic clouds on both sides, and a fence carved with bluestone, which is beautiful. Has been stretched into the air hundreds of meters. And more material is gathering there.
"This is... he wants to build a castle in the air?!" An elderly woman was surprised: "Director Lei... Can you do it?"
Lei Jun smiled wryly and shook his head: "It's not the same level... Yin qi and true qi are equivalent, but at most I can build a tower that is not high on the ground. To build such a castle in the air, it is necessary to control the yin qi meticulously. ... too perverted... "
Brush Lala... As the pavilion gradually takes shape, the number on the light curtain has reached 400 million! Moreover, it is still rising rapidly!
Drop drop! Suddenly, a scream of the machine sounded, and the working Shenwei No. 1 turned on the red light, and then automatically shut down.
Dead silence.
"Unfathomable." The expression on Lei Jun's face was extremely complicated, with shock, unbelief, luck, and... infinite longing.
Shocked by the power of Yan Luo level. I can't believe the means of the opponent's Yin Qi manipulation. Fortunately, this is China's evil. Looking forward to... the moment when the catastrophe ends!
"Leaders." He stood up and suppressed the excitement in his heart: "I can guarantee that if he wants to, there is no Yin spirit that is his opponent on the land of China!"
"I get it... I finally get it! The underworld isn't a show of strength, it's telling us... they're ready!"
The needles could be heard falling, and there was only heavy breathing in the entire conference room.
All the old men's eyes turned slightly red. The old man in the Zhongshan suit pursed his lips and tried to speak, but found his voice was hoarse, and cleared his throat and said, "Prepare... what?"
Lei Jun's chest rose and fell sharply, but what he said was firm and firm: "Prepare... the sword is aimed at the whole country!"
"They are ready to retake the country!! Everyone!!"
His voice trembled a little: "Ten years of spiritual disaster... Every day and every night, so many lives died silently, and now... I finally see the hope of ending!"
"As long as they make a move! As long as the underworld sends troops! It will only take two or three years to sweep the whole country and wipe out all the Specter!"
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The excitement of the sun, the underworld does not know. Poncho didn't know. Because, Poncho is more excited than them!
Just like the gods assembling building blocks, under the gaze of tens of millions of eyes, a huge attic with 30 floors and 10 meters on each floor slowly took shape.
big.
Terribly big, not even… not much smaller than Poncho! Those thousand-meter steps are only a drop in the ocean compared to Tianyahai Pavilion itself.
Like the sun room, no ghost speaks.
For fear that his voice would be louder, he would be startled by the god's hand. And most of the female ghosts have already glowed in their eyes.
This is Tianya Hai Pavilion
This is... a super mall, right? right!
Most of the women have a little bit of petty bourgeois heart. It is not that they have not been to large shopping malls. Antai Plaza in Jeju, the capital of Dongshan Province, Galaxy Pearl is a shopping paradise for women. But... Who would have thought that one day he could walk in the clouds? !
Shopping at Genting Temple
Check out this intricately crafted, beautifully carved window.
Look at this gilded vase with golden lotus flowers in it.
Take a look at these retro tables and chairs that make people cry. Check out this quaint, towering building.
Swipe... After the entire palace was assembled, a golden light flashed across the four red text surfaces of "Tianyahaige" dozens of meters tall on the main entrance. The petals are falling from the other side of the sky, and the wind chimes under the eaves are jingling, accompanied by the crimson lanterns swaying in the wind, like a tower of stars.
"Ah !!" If there is a screaming template, it must be screaming. I don't know how many ghosts there are, but at this moment, I fully understand the meaning of the hand-picking festival.
So scheming!
How can we tempt us with such high-end shopping venues? !
We, we will definitely take the bait!
The weak female ghost instantly turned into King Kong Barbie, and the surrounding male ghosts were pushed away one after another. In an instant, the surrounding stairs of Tianya Haige were surrounded by shadowy female ghosts. However, the door did not open.
"Open the door!! You have the ability to build a palace, and you have the ability to open the door! Open the door!" "Is it because we don't have enough wallets or what? My mother didn't spend a penny last year! Just waiting for the snow today. Shame!" "My God... walking in this kind of physical palace, picking out my favorite things, my life is worth dying! Wait... I seem to be dead..."
The ghost fire in the eye socket ignited a meter high. However, Zhao Yun's indifferent voice sounded: "The door will open in an hour. During this time, please queue up."
After saying these words, Qin Ye and Zhao Yun's listening figure slowly dissipated. Leaving the sixth floor of the Mirror Palace, Zhao Yun sincerely bowed his hands to Qin Ye: "Qin Yanwang... Awesome."
"I never thought that just one event would make me see such a strong centripetal force and cohesion. Using the flag of the sun as the flag of the underworld, this is a wonderful move!"
Qin Ye looked fiery at the underworld, which was filled to the brim with the sky, and shook his head.
"Brother Zhao, this is not a means."
The night wind blew, blowing his clothes, he smiled slightly: "It's just what my heart wants."
One hour.
This is the moment when China's underworld opens its doors.
For the entire underworld leadership team, it is their carnival to let the fleets of African and Russian underworld sail into the port of Poncho!
"Don't worry." Di Ting was lying on the top of Lijing Palace, his eyes swept the audience like electricity: "Tonight, whoever dares to destroy this carnival, I will make him a dilemma!"
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Overcast clouds covered the sea, and the bright fireworks in the direction of Pengqiu could be clearly seen. Almost all the outlanders were lying on the railing of the ship, looking at Pengqiu's direction in a trance.
Ivantov was there, he didn't drink vodka. Instead, he put on the sturdy ancient European aristocratic costumes. From time to time, I took out the golden pocket watch in my arms and looked at it.
It's the 17th...
The official document of Huaguo, the sea officially opened on the 17th, and now... people
Are you afraid of the Peter? Don't dare to open the barrier
He sneered silently, shook his head and prepared to return to the cabin, but at this moment, the rear suddenly bloomed with brilliance. With a loud bang, the gloomy wind surged like a tidal wave.
Brush Lala! His tunic stood straight up. After being stunned for half a second, he turned his head suddenly, just seeing behind him, the ghost fire in his eyes suddenly jumped wildly.
"My God..." He raised his head, and was raising his head until he looked up at the sky: "What kind of realm is this... in the end... "