When Hunjun begins to make elixirs

Chapter 437 Ceremony
Li Shun poured himself a cup of tea in a pretentious manner, took a sip, tasted it carefully, and said twice: "Good tea."

"Why do I like to come out? Because most of the things in the palace are tasteless."

"The emperor seems to be rich in the world, but his food, clothing, housing, and transportation are carefully designed, all aspects considered, and clearly arranged."

"I know it well, but I don't expose it. They are afraid of trouble, and I am also afraid of trouble."

"Many things just don't taste good, it's not bad."

Li Shun's random thoughts made Li Zhilu confused. What nonsense was he talking about?
Li Shun used the phaseless skill of creation to simulate the true energy, and then used a mysterious mirror technique. The tea in the cup boiled instantly, and a burst of water mist rose up, turning into a mirror in the air.

A mysterious light flashed in the mirror, revealing a foggy world.

"Taizu is here."

Li Zhilu's expression changed several times. First she was shocked by Li Shun's ability to use Qi, and then her heart skipped a beat at his words.

"But, I can't see anything."

Li Zhilu nodded: "I heard a little bit."

Li Shun said bluntly: "I need money. The sword is the key to unlocking the dragon's treasure. If you find the sword, you can see the human soul of Taizu, and I can get the treasure. It's a win-win situation."

Li Shun suddenly realized: "I have told you the method. You can find the key. I will ask the Shenji Guards to cooperate, as well as the minions of the Dragon Slaying Organization. Although there were many casualties in the war to annihilate the Shenmu Cult, there are still some A few. I believe that with your status, you should be able to mobilize them."

Li Shundao: "You should have heard of the spirit world, right?"

Li Zhilu seemed to see hope and hurriedly asked: "Where are those swords?"

Li Zhilu smiled bitterly and said, "Then how can I find it? The dragon soul is the nemesis of us cultivators."

Li Shun shook his head: "I don't know, but I have searched for the dragon-slaying organization formed by Wang Zhishu and others before. Don't you know?"

Li Zhilu thought about it for a while: "I don't know if it's a sword, I just know it's the key to unlocking the dragon's veins."

Li Zhilu asked: "Why did you tell me such an important thing?"

Li Shundao: "The dragon soul of Taizu is among them."

Li Shun withdrew the Mysterious Mirror Technique: "Then there is only one way. I know that Jiange has the ability to turn souls into swords. In order to be resurrected, Taizu also divided his soul into nine and stored them in nine swords. You If we can find those swords, maybe we can resolve the knot in our hearts."

Li Zhilu chuckled and said, "You are quite calculating."

Li Shun stood up, stared at Li Zhilu, and looked up and down: "Mrs. Li, don't get me wrong. I don't need your help to find the sword. You owe me a favor."

Li Shun left the restaurant. The ceremony was about to begin, and he had no time to waste time with Li Zhilu.

The first cultivator alliance ceremony in the world, the name was very official, but the venue was very innovatively decorated. On the Bund of Haicheng, a pillar reaching into the sky stands in the center. Surrounding the pillar, seats are placed in circles. It is divided into four areas in total, including court officials, warlocks, immortal cultivators, and others.

On the pier outside the venue, huge tanks and soldiers in puppet armor stood in formation holding alchemy guns.

Ding Ao was wearing a first-grade crane red official uniform, holding a bright yellow imperial edict, and took the stage to announce: "The emperor is destined to be carried by heaven, and the edict says: I heard about cultivation, and uphold the will of heaven, and all the laws will be born. The emperor is the emperor, and he is a herdsman on behalf of heaven, and he cultivates and lives with the people. , create a prosperous age, spread culture widely, and make people live and work in peace and contentment.”

"Today, Saint Dayin unified the dynasty and received God's blessing. He eliminated traitors and sycophants, leveled nobles, destroyed sacred trees, established new rules, and restored people's livelihood. The ancient saint kings were just like this."

"I have also heard that cultivators have been trapped in dangerous places for a long time. In the whole world, they are not the land of the king, and the shores of the land are not the ministers of the king. The cultivators are also my people. How can I bear to not be free? I feel pity. At the beginning, he promulgated three laws to relieve the imprisonment, and later issued twelve decrees to calm people's hearts."

"For thousands of years, our people have lived and multiplied here, and there has never been a moment when we did not respect the ways of heaven. Now, there are countries from outside the region, with wolf-like hearts and jackals, greedy and coveting our land, intending to invade it, and eyeing our people of Dayin with covetous eyes. Want to be a slave.”

"How can I, the people of Dayin, not care about us? Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world. I want to participate in the grand event with the cultivators, resist foreign enemies, and defend the rivers and mountains. I admire this."

After the holy edict was recited, the immortal cultivators were confused. When did they become the subjects of the Holy Emperor? People outside the country are not stained by the world of mortals. How can humanity control them?

Ding Ao respectfully put away the imperial edict, and then ordered to the soldiers outside the venue: "Fire three hundred cannons, and the ceremony begins."

Ten of the most advanced alchemy cannons were launched, aimed at the sea, and fired ten times in a row, deafening.

Seeing the alchemical cannon appear, the cultivators were first curious, are these iron pipes used to set off fireworks?
When the cannon fired, their expressions changed. The cannonball hit the sea, causing a huge splash of water, and the steaming mist spread throughout the pier.

"What a terrifying power, no less powerful than the spells cast by high-level foundation-building immortal cultivators!"

Of course, this does not refer to all spells, and can only be compared with those of the same type, but it should not be underestimated. Most of the immortal cultivators in Dayin have not yet reached the foundation-building stage, so how difficult it is to deal with such vicious creatures!
In an instant, all the immortal cultivators in the audience were silent.

The warlocks looked down upon them with pride. This is the power of alchemy! Warlock's advantage! The strength that you have worked hard for decades to obtain, we can not only easily create, but also copy, and even mortals can master it.

"it is good!"

Dayin officials sitting on the stage took the lead in cheering! Especially the officials in Dongdu. Recently, in order to maintain law and order, they have been angered by practitioners. Seeing that Dayin had such a powerful weapon, he suddenly felt proud.

"Dayin is mighty!"

The face of the immortal cultivator was unhappy, and he was looking for compensation in his heart, mortal! What's the point of setting off a little fireball? No matter how powerful it is, it still depends on whether it can hit! Immortal cultivators like us have thousands of magic spells and are well-informed. How can we be easily fooled?

After the first hundred rings were played, Ding Ao waved the command flag again. The puppet soldiers stepped forward, raised the cannon, quickly changed positions, and put into various formations, showing numerous afterimages.

"What kind of monsters are these people? They have no mana fluctuations. They are completely mortals, but they can move so fast!"

Some knowledgeable cultivators saw the suspicion: "Alchemy puppet armor! And it is a puppet armor that can be driven by mortals without magic power! Damn it! Don't these warlocks have any pride as cultivators? Why let mortals master this kind of armor that does not belong to the cultivator? Their power!”

There are also some envious immortal cultivators who said sourly: "They are not from the same group as us. They are just heretics and mayflies."

Another hundred shots were fired, and the cultivators held their breath and concentrated. Each hundred shots of the three hundred cannons gave them the only shock they had ever heard before. So what would be the last hundred shots?
(End of this chapter)