Chapter 730: Aftermath

Chapter 730: Aftermath

“Ahem.”

Xu Pingfeng covered his mouth and coughed violently, blood spilling out from between his fingers.

It took several seconds for the coughing to subside and a soft sigh to escape:

“Half of his life is gone, Mr. Supervisor Masayoshi hit him really hard.”

He looked around at the crowd and gave his advice, “Let’s go back and recuperate first, all of you are not lightly injured, and I have to spend time refining Qingzhou’s Qi Luck.”

Of the three men and one beast, Xu Pingfeng’s own situation is not to be mentioned, he almost died in the hands of the Supervisor Zheng, saying that he lost half of his life is actually salvaging his honor.

The Garuda Tree Bodhisattva head could not be regenerated, and the power of the Confucian Sacred Carving Knife eroded the body and weakened the power, requiring time to refine and uproot it.

“The White Emperor’s physical body was in a worse condition than that of the Bodhisattva of the Garuda Tree, and with the Gatekeeper in hand, all it wanted to do now was to send the lance back to the overseas countries and put it in a safe place.

As for Daoist Black Lotus, he was not targeted by the Supervisor of Justice and was the least injured.

In such a state, they wouldn’t dare to kill the capital directly.

“The Primordial Generation was able to leave behind a backhand after his death, causing the Supervisor to suffer a great loss, and as the same is true of the Divine Fate Master, who can guarantee that the Supervisor does not have a corresponding backhand?” The Garuda Tree Bodhisattva was steady:

“This battle has already succeeded in eradicating the Supervisor, there is no need to be hasty.”

Daoist Black Lotus said “Hey”:

“Forgive him for a Xu Qi’an, he can’t turn over any waves. Terrific plus another Luo Yuheng, a Sun Xuanji, well, there’s also that scumbag Jinlian, who should be up to the third rank as well.”

Xu Pingfeng laughed, “Don’t forget that there is also a Kou Yangzhou.”

But so what, don’t look at the Da Feng transcendent masters there are still quite a few, but they are all third grade and second grade goods, one of the Gala Tree Bodhisattva on their side can suppress Luo Yu Heng Kou Yang Zhou and Xu Qi An, beating them without any power to fight back.

Not to mention the White Emperor, the Black Lotus, Ji Xuan, and him, a peak second grade warlock.

When he captured Qingzhou and refined Qingzhou’s qi, his strength would be even higher.

Supervisor is missing Mu Nanjian squatting in front of Xu Qi’an with blank eyes.

“Sh, what do you mean?”

She asked cautiously.

Mu Nanjian did not know what happened, but she knew it must be a big deal, should Xu Qi’an face has never looked so ugly, just now he did not look in the mirror.

Otherwise, you can see the look on your face when you are in great trouble, as if you are on the verge of doom.

In the Flower God’s reincarnation’s knowledge, the man was stubborn, brash, and proud in his bones, and life and death couldn’t make him give in.

But that look of destitution she’d just seen was like nothing she’d ever seen before, and it made her panic for no reason.

“The Great Tribulation …”

Xu Qi’an, who had initially recovered, explained briefly and immediately took out the sound transmission spellsnail from the fragment of the earth book and transmitted his voice:

“Senior Brother Sun, the Supervisor is not in trouble.”

The country was about to die, and the qi luck showed the alarm, he knew that something was wrong with the Supervisor, but the sense of the underworld could not let him know the specific details.

There was silence on the end of the phallus, not even a word.

Xu Qi’an waited anxiously while spreading his thoughts, there must be a situation on the side of Qingzhou, and with today’s situation, this was the only possibility.

“With the strength of Xu Pingfeng and Gala Tree, at best, they can stall Supervisor Zheng, and it’s impossible to threaten Supervisor Zheng in the territory of Qingzhou. But Supervisor Zheng is indeed in dire straits . So they must have helpers.

“In today’s major forces in the Nine States, the Witch God Cult’s attitude towards the Central Plains is undoubtedly to sit back and watch the tigers fight, and even has the mindset of sniping and fishing. But as far as the current node is concerned, the Witch God Sect definitely doesn’t want Da Feng to lose so quickly.

“It is not to be wished that the dog eat the dog and the fight be a little more violent, so the great sorcerer Saren Agu will most likely not be involved.

“Of the other forces, the Companions are unlikely to make an enemy of the Great Fathers and are too busy to take care of themselves, focusing their energies on guarding the Extreme Abyss. On the Alanta side, there are Southern Demons keeping an eye on them, and if they dared to enter the Central Plains to aid Xu Pingfeng, the Nine-Tailed Fox would have long ago brought the Bear King and Shenshu to bulldoze Alanta and unseal Shenshu’s head. However, through Bai Ji’s previous communication with her, she didn’t seem to have any thoughts in this regard.

“The Northern Demon Barbarians are already ruined, and a third-ranked Great Demon Candle Nine is hardly a great success.

“Of the Transcendents outside of the major powers, the Heavenly Sect is definitely excluded, the Earth Sect’s Black Lotus is immortal with the Heaven and Earth Society, and I, as the Heaven and Earth Society’s most beautiful boy, am definitely the one he’s targeting.

“The White Emperor is the Great Wasteland, the Great Wasteland scheming gatekeeper, and Xu Pingfeng has a connection, but he may not be willing to step in to deal with the Supervisor, because there is no direct conflict of interest, and Xu Pingfeng may not be able to come up with enough leverage to invite him to do so, and this beast is doubtful.

“So it’s impossible to threaten the Supervisor with just one Black Lotus in the gang, Xu Pingfeng has another killer.”

Analyzing this, Xu Qi’an already had a corresponding guess – the Primordial Supervisor!

The initial Supervisor’s surname was Chai, and the tomb that the Chai family guarded was left behind by the initial Supervisor, and Xu Pingfeng had long ago collected maps and taken control of that large tomb.

If there was anything else in the world that could threaten the Divine Fate Master, it was definitely only the Divine Fate Master.

At that moment, in the sound transmission magic conch, the voice of Protector Yuan resounded:

“Xu Yinluo, this is Protector Yuan.”

Xu Qi’an awoke with a start, slightly fumbling as he grabbed the phallus and placed it to his ear, asking urgently:

“You say!”

After a few seconds of silence over there, Protector Yuan said:

“Damn it, there’s no way Mr. Supervisor will die. I’ll kill all those bastards in Yunzhou. Mr. Ching won’t die. He won’t die. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“What should we do now. Supervisor Zheng teacher did not have any explanation teacher really killed? Fuck it, I’m going to exterminate that bunch of scumbags in Yunzhou .”

This was Sun Xuanji’s truest heart.

Supervisor Zheng, it’s dead. Master Sun’s mind has collapsed . Xu Qi An listened with a wooden expression, his pupils slightly dilated.

He silently put down the phial in his hand and sat in silence.

Mu Nanjian squatted beside him without saying a word, and the little white fox in her arms curled up in her bosom, revealing a pair of ebony eyes that looked at him cautiously.

After an interval, Xu Qi’an asked:

“How is the situation in Qingzhou?”

Protector Yuan was silent for a moment:

“Master Sun’s heart didn’t tell me.”

Sun Xuanji’s brain was a mess.

“But Qingzhou most likely won’t be able to hold on, I reckon it will retreat and withdraw to Yongzhou.” Protector Yuan gave his judgment.

“I see .” Xu Qi’an ended the transmission.

Compulsion.

At the edge of the Extreme Abyss, the Heavenly Compass Granny, who was leading a group of Transcendent Leaders and preparing to enter the Extreme Abyss to clean up the compulsion beasts and compulsion worms, suddenly paused and looked north.

The leaders of the Companions and the Fourth Grade experts around them stopped in their tracks.

Luan Yu, who was smoldering and twisting her tiny waist, asked curiously:

“Granny, what’s wrong?”

Granny Sky Compass pondered for a long time, her face grave:

“Supervisor, it’s gone.”

The Heavenly Compass could occasionally see images of the future, and in that moment just now, Granny Heavenly Compass saw the Eight Trigrams Platform of the Great Bong Stargazing Building.

Empty Bagua Terrace.

As a Second Grade Heavenly Compassionate Master, she had always held an attitude of importance towards the future dime.

Upon careful interpretation, one understands the moral of that future corner – there will be no more supervisors after this in Daebong!

The Supervisor was missing the Compassionate Transcendent Leader who was present, and his face was bewildered.

What do you mean, no more chief of staff?    How can you lose the Supervisor? What about Daewong?

In the past, when they learned of this news, I’m afraid they would have rejoiced and celebrated Da Bong’s loss of this patron saint.

But nowadays, although it is not considered to be tied to the same rope as Da Bong, it is still down to blood.

Especially the leaders of the four major tribes of Force, Heart, Corpse, and Darkness, a heart lifted, and Heart Compass Master Chunyan frowned:

“What do you mean by that, granny?”

Granny Sky Compass shook her head:

“I only saw that the Supervisor was gone, perhaps dead or sealed, but I don’t know any more details.”

The faces of the chiefs were instantly ugly.

Based on their understanding of the Heavenly Compass, since Granny had told this news, it meant that it was something that had already happened and was not considered a leak.

“This,” Luan Yu curtailed her charming demeanor and furrowed her delicate brows:

“Without the Supervisor, Da Bong so resisted the Cloud State and the Buddhist Sect joining forces, that, that kid still owes me three months of meat payment.”

Moxan Longtu looked sideways and north.

Jing Shan City.

Saren Agu stood on the top of a barren mountain, looking south.

“Matricide, is the destiny of a warlock, you rise because of matricide, and you end because of matricide, it is a cycle of karma.”

He then looked toward the distant altar, the Witch God sculpture, and lamented:

“Without the gatekeeper, you superpowers, you’re finally relieved. It’s just that we’ve attracted the Great Wasteland back to the Nine States, I don’t know if it’s a blessing or a curse.”

The Grand Wizard sighed:

“Since you have perished, the wager between us is no longer valid.”

He raised his hand toward the south and raised his voice:

“Come on!”

In Qingzhou, in the Yunzhou military camp, a stream of light clashed heavy bonds and headed towards the northeast.

Aranta.

Bodhisattva Guangxian sat down under the Bodhi tree and looked at the figure of Bodhisattva Garuda Tree projected by the golden bowl.

He listened quietly to Galaxia and folded his arms:

“Amitabha Buddha, all the effort is worth it.”

After a pause, he spoke in a deep voice:

“You must remember, before overthrowing the Dafeng, make sure Xu Pingfeng makes a trip to Alanta, the Buddhist Sect cannot repeat the mistakes of five hundred years ago.

“In addition, that divine and demonic descendant needs to be on guard; we still don’t know what he’s planning.”

Because of his lack of a head, the Bodhisattva Galapagos could not nod his head or make an expression, but simply gave a “hmmm”.

Bodhisattva Guangxian asked again:

“What’s next?”

Galashuu’s voice was loud, but his tone was flat:

“After Xu Pingfeng refines Qingzhou’s qi, and after this seat pulls out the power of the Confucian Sage Carving Blade and recuperates from his injuries, then he will go north to conquer.”

Bodhisattva Guang Xian pondered for a moment and nodded in agreement:

“This is the steady way.”

Yunlu Shuyuan.

Zhao Shou re-invited the Yashin Confucian Crown and the Confucian Saint Carving Knife back to the Yashin Temple.

With a light sigh, he walked out of the great hall and bowed in the direction of the Divine Constabulary.

The Imperial Palace.

Emperor Yongxing was sitting behind a large case covered with yellow silk, his right hand supporting his head, gently pinching his brow, his demeanor weary.

He glanced up from time to time at the door of the imperial study, waiting anxiously.

Not long after, the eunuch in charge of the seal Zhao Xuanzhen step footsteps hurried figure appeared, stepped over the threshold, quickly ran in.

“Well? Have you seen the superintendent.”

Emperor Yongxing immediately got up and propped his hands on the edge of the case, staring at Zhao Xuanzhen with a deadly stare.

The latter shook his head slightly:

“The slave girl met with Song Qing and conveyed His Majesty’s wishes. Secretary Song went up to the Bagua stage and said that the Supervisor is not in the Si Tian Supervisor.”

The light in Yongxing Emperor’s eyes gradually dimmed, disheveled into his seat, and breathlessly said:

“Did Secretary Song say where the jailer is?”

Zhao Xuanzhen shook his head a little, wanting to speak.

Emperor Yongxing frowned, “If you have something to say, say it.”

Zhao Xuanzhen carefully said:

“At that time, Song Qing did not look well, and was a bit tongue-tied and panicked. When the slave girl inquired, he couldn’t say anything, only that something big might have happened”

Something big may happen. Emperor Yongxing fell into deep thought, an ominous premonition welling up inside.

At this time, the guards on duty outside, their armor clanging, came to the door of the Imperial Study, clasped their fists and bowed, and said loudly:

“Your Majesty, the princes and county kings seek an audience.”

Emperor Yongxing froze, and the ominous feeling in his heart worsened.

Qingzhou, Buzhengji.

A mandarin went in and out in silence, and a war report was stacked on the side of the case of Yang Gong, the Minister of Prefecture.

“Wanxian County fell, the defenders were wiped out, the great scholar Zhang Shen is nowhere to be found, his life or death is unknown, Qi Guangbo allowed the rebels and stragglers to plunder and slaughter the city, Wanxian County was reduced to rubble overnight.”

“Dongling’s neighboring Guo County fell, the defending general Zhao Guang withdrew with 2,000 remnants, and Sun Xuanji left the camp without knowing where he was…”

“Songshan County fell, the flying beast army lost more than half, the defending general Zhujun led his men to meet the enemy army, died of exhaustion after not retreating. Xu Xinxin led the remnants of the Companions, totaling 800 people, and 300 people of the defending army to evacuate, and on the way, they encountered the enemy general Zhuo Haoran chasing after them, and Xu Xinxin was hit by a knife, and his life and death are unknown.”

Overnight, the second line of defense in Qingzhou completely collapsed, and the Qingzhou army suffered heavy losses.

This caused the top management of Qingzhou to lose control of the situation, shaking and horrified, causing a certain amount of commotion and trepidation.

“Gentlemen, Qingzhou can’t be saved, this official has decided, to retreat to Yongzhou.”

Yang Gong took a deep breath, slowly scanned the officials and staff in the hall, and said in a deep voice, “Go prepare for the many matters of evacuation.”

The many matters referred to included emptying the major granaries, military supply wagons, silver, and forcibly relocating the people.

Of course, according to the old rules, the people who migrated were the gentry and scholarly classes, not the real underclass.

This is not to say that the people were treated like ruminants, but in times of war, the people at the bottom really had no value. The gentry and aristocracy had money, food, and people, and by enlisting them, the imperial court would be rewarded (favored) accordingly.

And the people at the bottom have nothing to give up, and they should give up, or they will eat and drag down the court.

The officials silently rose, saluted Yang Gong, and silently exited the lobby, each busy with their own business.

Inside the large hall, there was no one in sight and silence in an instant.

The sunlight shone in through the latticed windows, and this Lord Minister of Prefecture, sitting withered in the hall, seemed to have aged a dozen years in an instant.

Yongxing one year, winter.

With the loss of Qingzhou, Yang Gong, the Minister of Prefecture, led the remnants of his army to retreat to Yongzhou, where they were confronted by the Yunzhou army.

The world shook.