These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 949: Old Steward: You are about to see the Immortal Lord of the Sky Country, why don’t you bow down?
Sword Making Villa.

Jiucairong was supervising the construction of one golden elixir factory after another. Listening to the battle reports from the front-line copies, he was completely speechless.

He looked at the last sentence:

[This is a military exercise for the rise of Taoist civilization in the fairy world! ]

[Please ask Jiucai Rong from the Ministry of Commerce to continue to expand the Golden Elixir, spread the story, and hold high the banner of our Taoist civilization, so that our soldiers of the Fourth Disaster and the future army can invade the Immortal Realm in a large scale! ]

The battle report ends here.

“They just don’t take it easy!”

Jiucai Rong complained, "Do they really want to use the Taoist priests to get involved in the fairy world and become one of the giants? Push the world of destiny to integrate into the fairy world and become the fourteenth fairyland?"

He is in charge of economics, commerce and trade.

Jindan has been very busy recently. I believe that the three giants, God of Cookery, Shaochai Kun and Su Yu Niang, have experience in going to dungeons.

But their current results are somewhat speechless.

Ye Kuangxiu also sighed and said, "Alas, the ending is good anyway. They have taken the flesh and blood from the soul bubble back to synthesize and analyze it."

Jiucai Rong didn't want to say anything more. "The plot of the murals taken in the dungeon is still being analyzed. It's not good to expose it now."

"Yes."

Ye Kuangxiu nodded, "For the next chapter of the Golden Core main storyline, it is enough to record a long shot of the contents of the mural. If too much ancient information is revealed, the Immortal Venerable may pay attention to us."

Now they are still an ordinary golden elixir industry.

It is a kind of elixir that is somewhat novel, but has very strong side effects. Even the True Immortals don't care much about it.

After all, the fairyland is the number one realm in the world. Countless civilizations have erupted here, and new technologies and specialties emerge every year.

There is a technological change almost every few years or even decades.

Take the Ten Thousand Beasts Domain for example. Before, people there were only able to tam beasts, but not long ago they developed to the point where they could tam nine weapons.

The golden elixir in front of him was nothing more than a small, local technological explosion.

But if the history of ancient immortals is exposed, it will easily attract attention.

"Forget it, ignore them and focus on our Jindan business first." Jiucai Rong was too lazy to ask.

With the development of the times, they are becoming more and more like a super-large sandbox online game.

The number of players is increasing, and there are all kinds of guilds, professions, and side quests and main quests. He cannot manage them all by himself!
He is known as the manager of Jiucai Rong who coordinates everything.

But do those leeks really listen to him?
Especially nowadays, the heads of various professional areas, these old blacksmiths have divided up an area and manage themselves.

Most of the time, he could only pull everyone to the management room for meetings.

Time quickly came to the next day.

The story of the golden elixir in the fairy world has only been fermenting for a few days. Although it has a good reputation, it is just word of mouth.

The speed of development can only be described as steadily increasing.

Franchise stores in various places have also begun to try to invite others to cooperate in creating the Jindan story, but their stories are still under development.

It can’t be completed in a day or two.

The blacksmiths began to log into the dungeon again.

The resurrected Kong Jinghong was placed outside the corridor of the historical mural, in front of a group of patrol soldiers.

Kong Jinghong, who had just been resurrected, still maintained the logic of the first resurrection. He looked around blankly, experiencing almost the same psychological activities as before.

Lonely and confused, trying to enter the Immortal Palace to find the Immortal.

Run like crazy!

It seems as if one wants to break free from this atmosphere of loneliness and despair by running wildly like this.

Passing through the mural, there is a bright light before your eyes.

Wow!
The white light dissipated.

He saw figures inside the Asgard.

A group of figures posing in various cool standing postures, wearing the costumes and attire of their tribe, with the aura of their race.

"You are here, tribe member."

They looked serious and reached out to grab it.

The space surged, and in the hands of each venerable appeared knives, spears, swords, halberds, and eighteen kinds of weapons. Each of them looked like a god going to battle, majestic and cool.

This?
Kong Jinghong looked at a group of people posing and felt a vague sense of incongruity.

He was a meticulous and careful man. He looked at it carefully and suddenly shouted:

"False God! Who are you to pretend to be the true God of our race?"

Everyone was stunned.

That’s not right. How did he figure it out this time?
But it doesn't matter.

They surrounded them with strange laughter.

"Boy, you know too much. I can't keep you here."

"Torture us first to see where our flaws are, and then make up for them next time!"

"'Kid, if you don't want to suffer, just tell the truth!"

Under Kong Jinghong's horrified gaze, a group of blacksmiths surrounded and attacked.

The second boss battle begins!
Battle buff, on!

Bloodthirsty Pill, eat!
Golden Body Technique, activate! Facial Art, activate!

This time they were experienced and familiar with some of the boss's skills. They fought back and forth and quickly defeated the opponent.

This made the God of Cookery beside him nod his head frequently:
"Not bad, not bad. After the public beta, all the new blacksmiths who come in every day are pampered."

"They are not like us old blacksmiths who have gone through repeated dungeon boss battles. Now they are fighting again and again to make up for the experience of opening dungeons."

Soon, they gained combat experience and prepared to continue loading the game tomorrow.

Moreover, they discussed how to act tomorrow without revealing any flaws.

Finally, the old steward was invited to participate: "Mr. Old Steward, we need your cooperation tomorrow."

Ning Zheng was eating melon and practicing at the foot of the mountain when he received a call from the blacksmiths.

"What are you planning to do?" Ning Zheng frowned.

The God of Food said, "Didn't the owner of the manor take the treasure of that immortal? We want to try and see if we can take it out and pretend it."

"By the way, I invite you to sit on the throne, hold that person's treasure, and perform the role of the Space Immortal Lord."

Ning Zheng: “.”

You guys have made the old steward addicted to playing the emperor, right?

He was the Bone Demon Emperor of the Sea Clan before, and now he is the Ancient Immortal Lord?
In your eyes, has the old steward become a professional actor for the emperor?
Ning Zheng pondered for a moment and nodded: "Okay."

Ning Zheng is very concerned about this strategy copy and pays attention to it all the time.

Good and evil depend on each other.

There are amazing opportunities, but a little carelessness can also put your life in danger.

Of course Ning Zheng would help if she could, after all, it was not a big deal.

Although this server absorbed other people's space throne and space dagger, it can still transform into its original shape.

Ning Zheng agreed to appear tomorrow and then left.

The blacksmiths were discussing excitedly.

"I have to go back and beat the wooden fish. Please ask the tomb master to bless us with everything going well tomorrow and a successful raid! Let us return to our roots!"

"You say, when we act as ministers tomorrow, should we shout like this: The weather is cold, the old steward should put on a piece of immortal clothes."

"Of course we have to do this, it will taste good this way."

"Don't make a fuss. According to our guess, the old steward might really be the Space Immortal Lord?"

“I play myself?”

"hiss!!"

A group of blacksmiths came up with some inexplicable ideas again.

In fact, they can't tell whether it's true or not, but there's nothing wrong in making fun of it.

It's cool that the old steward is linked to the Space Immortal Lord, isn't it?

"Those who understand, understand. We just need to know the old steward's background in our hearts. Don't talk nonsense."

"I know."

"Of course I won't say anything nonsense."

"We will definitely not expose ourselves. The old steward of our Sword Forging Villa is the reincarnation of the ashes of the Space Immortal Lord, and he has lived out his second life."

A group of blacksmiths were muttering to each other.

This scene, looking at the Wedding Dress Town Master next to him, he took out his diary and observed them:

"What on earth do they understand? It's incomprehensible."

The next morning.

A new copy has begun.

Kong Jinghong opened her eyes and looked around in confusion.

"I am dead, am I not? Am I still alive? What era is this? My magical powers are severely suppressed by the environment of the times."

He began walking along the space gallery, just like he had done the previous times.

tread!
Tread!

I ran wildly along the walls painted with mythological paintings, and there was a dazzling light at the end of the corridor in front.

When he passed through the light and came to the end of the corridor, he saw a majestic and mythical scene.

Bang!
The door of the gallery behind him slammed shut.

I saw that figure sitting on the vast throne of space.

He was dressed in a gorgeous robe, and his broad figure seemed to support the endless and vast multi-dimensional space. With a wave of his sleeves, he opened up the heavens and all the worlds.

In his hand he held a space dagger, its edge exposed, its sharpness seemed to tear through the dimension, carrying with it the wailing sounds of enemies of endless civilizations.

This scene seemed to be created in mythological history, and corresponded to the majestic figure in ancient times.

The shocking scene brought about by this moment is unforgettable.

"Be bold!"

One sacred figure after another grasped the void, grabbed various types of weapons, and shouted in unison:
"You are seeing the Immortal Lord of the Sky Country, why don't you bow down?"

(End of this chapter)