Am I the only one who didn't ascend?

Chapter 491 Nine Ren for the Mountain
After converting the first imperial confidant, Wang Luo was not in a hurry to convert the next person. Instead, he looked at Li Fengxian and said, "If you have any questions, just ask."

Li Fengxian laughed, and a hint of sincere curiosity appeared on his middle-aged face that was already full of weather.

"Even watching it for the second time, this transformation ceremony is still incredible. From a free and independent person to someone else's lackey, it is so understated and without any trace. Although my cultivation level is not high, but In practice, I have also made painstaking efforts that are unimaginable to ordinary people. As for how to grasp the human heart and guide emotions, it has been my focus. But as far as I know, there is no known method that can control the human heart. Playing with it like a light toy... The soul-searching technique and the soul-stealing technique are like clumsy tricks of naughty children compared with this desolate transformation. If we say this, this is because the magical powers of immortals are far beyond mine. Yuanying can guess and estimate, then you are only in the realm of Yuanying, so why is this magical method of transforming desolation..."

It could be heard that Li Fengxian's words were indeed from the bottom of his heart, and he was not at a loss for words, but Wang Luo still interrupted him impatiently.

"If you have any questions, just ask."

Li Fengxian shrugged his shoulders and asked: "What are the specific restrictions on this desolate immortal method? When you use this method, your posture is light and easy. The secret agent of the Qing Banner Army just now has a perfect cultivation of Jindan. The envoy's hands can't form any resistance. Such a powerful corrosive power should be more than enough for me. So, why don't you use it? Is it because I am still obedient, or..."

Wang Luo shook his head: "If you are worried about being transformed into wasteland by me and completely losing your independent mind, then there is no need. I don't use the wasteland transformation technique on you because it is indeed inconvenient. Although I do not deny that I am in the wasteland system I have a very unique position, but this privilege always has its application limitations. If I want to turn a stranger into a desolate person, my cultivation level must be higher than that of the other person, even if it is only one inch higher. You are in a state of high cultivation, but you are in a disabled state due to various reasons. For example, you have lost your physical body and only your soul is left. Although you have a weathered face, you are as enthusiastic as a young man. It cannot be said that this technique will not work on you. It will work, but at least I don’t have to take the risk.”

Li Fengxian nodded thoughtfully when he heard the words.

Then, Wang Luo said again: "Of course, if you really make a big fuss and are in danger of losing control, then it's not really impossible to force you to transform into a wasteland... But that would be impossible for me and the Immortal Alliance. It will be an extremely huge loss. It’s not difficult to guess the reason. You should understand it, right?”

"..." Li Fengxian stopped talking.

"Well..." Wang Luo couldn't help but frown when he heard this, and he had doubts in his heart.

Li Fengxian then bowed his hand to Wang Luo again and said nothing.

This question surprised Wang Luo.

When Li Fengxian heard this, he suddenly realized: "So, if you force me to become a desert..."

Wang Luo then took advantage of the situation and completed the transformation of the remaining glazed cocoon, turning the loyal dead soldiers of the Qing Banner Army into his lackeys. The process is still relaxed and freehand, as if using this technique does not pose any burden to Wang Luo.

Li Fengxian shook his head and said, "Your Majesty, you have misunderstood. I don't have any doubts about the matter, but I have an unrelated question. I haven't even decided whether to ask it. But now that you have seen it, Now that I’m out, I’ll have something straight to say: Was your appearance specially customized by someone?”

No, of course he couldn't know. Even in the Immortal League, this matter was a top secret among top secrets. Even Lu Youyou didn't know about it. How could Li Fengxian, a Xinheng person, know about it?

Li Fengxian, however, was already deep in thought, and replied at the same time: "Your Majesty, your appearance is 70% to 80% similar to that of His Majesty the late Emperor. I originally thought that the Immortal Alliance specially customized this physical appearance to facilitate the Xinheng's actions...maybe he has other plans for Xinheng's overall situation, or there is some special connection between your origin and Xinheng, otherwise the efficiency of falling into desolation would be too high. But now it seems that maybe. I was overthinking it.”

On the other side, Li Fengxian added: "I used the Star Army formation to explore my spiritual consciousness and borrowed the eyes of the colonel under my command. When I saw the envoy for the first time, I had a vague feeling of déjà vu - when I was young, I also felt I have gone through Xia Houying's path to achieve fame through cultivation, and I have even met the Holy Master like him, so I still have some impressions, but only a little, and I am not sure about it. This is actually also strange, because I have no confidence in myself. I have always been confident in my memory, even after decades, but it was the late emperor after all, so there was no reason for my impression to be blurry. Therefore, I immediately wanted to find a portrait or something to confirm whether my memory was still reliable. . Then, I found that even if I searched the Star Army camp, I could not find a portrait of the late emperor - you know, no matter how notorious I am as the Star Army commander, the Star Army is still the seven powerful armies of Xinheng. First, loyalty is the first of military discipline. And, as a direct comparison, I can find a portrait of Jinshang on the bedside table in the camp. Hehe, that is an emperor who is famous for being weak and incompetent. "

"Speak directly and don't be pretentious."

"Oh, well, it's a matter of great importance. There's no need to show off. It's better to reveal the answer directly: Indeed, as the messenger of the Immortal Alliance, half of my body's cultivation is transformed by desolate poison, and I also have the magical power of desolate transformation of the immortal officials in the heaven. But this does not mean that the Immortal Alliance and the Heavenly Court are having an affair, colluding secretly, or even having nothing to do with each other. Even though there are tens of billions of people in the Immortal Alliance, only I can still use this magic power. Regarding the word Dinghuang, the great law of heaven and desolation are incompatible with each other. And I came here to bring Xinheng and Mingzhou, where Xinheng is located, into the territory of the Immortal Alliance. There is desolation.”

Wang Luo finally became impatient. He had almost said what he needed to say, what else could he do? Who is he trying to show his expression of hesitating to speak?

Is this evil general actually so gentle and gentle in nature?

"..." This time, Li Fengxian was silent for a long time, and then said with a helpless smile, "Your Majesty, I can't thank you enough for your respect, but it's a pity that I can't show my gratitude."

"That's just right. For those who are often moved to tears of gratitude, Xia Houying is enough."

Wang Luo couldn't help but become curious after hearing this: "The late emperor and I look similar? Do we have a portrait?"

But Wang Luo clearly saw that Li Fengxian, who was watching from the side, raised his eyebrows slightly, and it was obvious that he had another plan in mind.

Li Fengxian shook his head: "This matter is an unsolved mystery in the entire New Heng Dynasty. When the late emperor was in power, he never deliberately restrained his sense of existence. Whether it was national festivals or court affairs, he always He openly showed his true face to others, and he never asked people to avoid hiding his appearance... It stands to reason that his portraits should be all over the country, and even a hundred years later, relevant information should be available everywhere, but that is not the case. There are so few portraits in the world that I don’t even have one!”

Wang Luo looked calm and asked: "Why do you ask that?"

Wang Luo added the answer lightly: "In that case, the Immortal Alliance will lose a new leader of Heng Kingdom with extraordinary qualifications. A country can allow some unknown people to become a waste, but it is absolutely impossible to allow a country's supreme being to become a waste. So. , Li Fengxian, I am serious about my promise to be Emperor Xinheng, and you had better not let me down."

Specially customized appearance...how did Li Fengxian know about this? !

When Li Fengxian said this, the matter suddenly seemed even more strange.

If it is just that the late emperor's sense of existence was inexplicably weak, it can also be explained that the current empress dowager who listens to politics behind the curtain is deliberately promoting it. After all, the Queen Mother's authority came from the late emperor, and the former emperor's reputation in the New Heng Dynasty was far better than that of the current emperor. Even if he has been dead for many years, he may still pose a threat to her rule.

But if combined with the similarity in appearance, Wang Luo can't help but think too much. After pondering for a moment, Wang Luo asked: "What kind of person was the late emperor? Even if there is no portrait, at least his deeds should still be preserved, right? Or..."

Li Fengxian smiled and said: "Exactly what you guessed, 'or say', whether it is official history or unofficial history, or the late emperor in my memory, he is a very standard virtuous emperor and saint king. He possesses all the virtues that an emperor should have. He didn't have any stains that he shouldn't have. In fact, during the decades he ruled the country, the New Heng Dynasty was indeed peaceful. He Qing and Haiyan, even people with evil nature like me, were studying and practicing honestly. Exchange cultivation for fame."

Wang Luo sighed as expected: "Let's talk about the Queen Mother. I think this is the key point."

Li Fengxian then suppressed his smile and nodded seriously.

"About the Queen Mother..."

-

A few days later, Dongdu was thousands of miles southwest of Liuyan City.

On the top of a makeshift tower, General Yang Jiuzhong stared gloomily at the Qianxing Platform opposite and the lonely but resolute figure on the platform, clenching his fists involuntarily.

After working hard for the mountain, in the end... the success fell short!
At the beginning, in order to save the Xinheng Building from collapse, he and the Queen Mother spent all their time planning the layout. They tried their best to disguise themselves, and succeeded in convincing the traitor Zhang Jincheng of their position. He put down his guard and went to the Immortal Alliance to surrender... After that, they finally seized the opportunity to launch thunderous measures. At that time, they boasted that they had laid a dragnet with no loopholes left, even if the immortal official descended to earth, it would be difficult to escape.

On the day of the mutiny, more than 10,000 elites from the Qing Banner Army and the Fancheng Forbidden Army, under the leadership of the Mahayana Lord, joined forces to set up a formation and activated the imperial city formation. In an instant, they killed seventeen immortal envoys and smashed them into pieces. Obtained the imperial seal. Facing Tao Tao Guowei's mere combined cultivation, Zhang Jincheng should have died.

But he managed to survive, and in the dangerous situation of no life, he forcibly opened a passage to Dongdu Qianxingtai, and then he has been shrinking to this day.

His condition was very poor and he had been seriously injured when he fled in embarrassment. Dongdu Qianxing Terrace was by no means a holy place for healing - on the contrary, as Xinheng's immortal step, any mortal cultivator would be on the Qianxing Terrace. , will bear the invisible pressure from heaven. Therefore, under normal circumstances, every time the national master takes the stage to ask a question, he must prepare it for a long time and adjust his physical and mental state to the best. Otherwise, a simple routine report to heaven would probably make the people on the stage vomit blood on the spot.

And Zhang Jincheng didn't have much blood left to vomit. During these days when he stayed alone on the Qianxing Platform, he became more and more haggard and withered every day, and all the energy and blood in his body seemed to be being continuously drained by the high platform under his feet.

However, more than half a month has passed since the mutiny between North Korea and China that day, but Zhang Jincheng's blood has never been drained, and his aloof figure has never fallen.

As a result, the matter never ended.

Unless Zhang Jincheng dies, the mutiny will be missing the most important piece of the puzzle. What's more, not only did he not die, he also stood upright on the high platform, so that people as far away as Fancheng could see him.

And seeing him, people will naturally question the legitimacy of the mutiny.

How could a person who was declared a treasonous person stand so calmly under the eyes of heaven? How could a traitor who abandoned his destiny manage to survive in a desperate situation? Why is a traitor who should have been shattered to pieces long ago still stubbornly alive even though he is so haggard?

These questions, no matter how much the Queen Mother and the General tried to suppress them, still continued to breed and grow in the hearts of everyone.

The time left for them is no longer sufficient.

Unfortunately, there are still no signs of breaking the situation!
In order to open the Qianxing Platform, Yang Jiuzhong has exhausted all means, not only mobilizing the entire territory to hunt down the "tourist" who stole the Seal Star Baoyu, but also using a hundred thousand troops to put pressure on the Qianxing Platform. In the past few days, he erected eight tall towers overnight in the Eastern Capital, including the Qianxing Tower. This high tower extracts the spiritual energy from the earth's veins in the Eastern Capital. On the one hand, it can strengthen the military power of the 100,000-strong army. On the other hand, it can make Qianxing Platform like water without a source, losing its spiritual energy replenishment.

It stands to reason that under this situation of ebb and flow, the moment the tower is built, there should even be a risk of the Qianxing Tower collapsing on the spot. However, Yang Jiuzhong saw with his own eyes that the Qianxing Platform seemed to have been ripped away from Dongdu and was suspended in a special cave sky. It is clearly in front of us, but out of reach. No matter how many soldiers and horses the general mobilizes, it is difficult to take another half step forward.

This fairy temple built by the heavenly officials personally is so despairing. Without the Seal Star Jewel, even if he was as powerful as a general, he would still be nothing more than an isolated tower.

Filled with anger, Yang Jiuzhong slowly loosened his fists.

Behind him, the Qingqi soldiers responsible for personal service could not help but breathe a sigh of relief.

When the general was angry just now, the time and space around him seemed to be frozen. If he hadn't been a soldier with perfect cultivation of golden elixir, and had also worn a full set of protective magic weapons, he would have been crushed by the aftermath of the wave just now. .

Just like his predecessor.

In the past few days, the number of soldiers who have died beside the general has almost reached double digits. And no one knows when such a day will end.

Then, just when he was a little worried, he saw the general's brows furrowed even more tightly.

Because, on the flying sword flying from the sky to report the news, there was a red letter symbolizing bad news.

(End of this chapter)