Chapter 730 Preparation

Rumble.

The Holy Lord's anger spread in the hall. The protector whose power had been drained was already unconscious. The other protector in black trembled and said: "Luoyang, you'd better be more obedient."

"Don't forget who gave you this life."

"I understand." Luoyang said: "It was the Holy Lord who gave me life and gave me ascension, and I am what I am today."

"Luoyang is thinking about repaying the Holy Lord's kindness all the time!"

The voice was sincere and sincere, but the Holy Master said nothing more, his eyes staying on Luoyang.

Being looked at by the Holy Lord, Luoyang felt a little panicked, clenched his fists, and looked a little embarrassed.

"Luoyang, if I remember correctly, you used to be a resident of Nanchuan, right?"

"Yes." Luoyang nodded, showing a puzzled expression.

"I'll give you a mission." The Holy Lord nodded and spoke quickly: "Tomorrow you set off for Nanchuan, join Nanchuan's army, disintegrate them as much as possible, and at the same time root our organization into Nanchuan's army."

"This, how is this possible?" Luoyang quickly replied: "Holy Lord, the control in Nanchuan is very strict. Not only will the entry and exit be strictly controlled, but every resident will be issued a resident certificate for verification. Outsiders will not be allowed to do so at all. It’s possible to sneak in, let alone set up an spy.”

"You are originally from Nanchuan, why are you an outsider?" The Holy Master dismissed Luo Yang's words: "There is no airtight wall in the world. As long as you think about it, you can always find a way."

"Okay." Luoyang was still embarrassed, but now, he could only agree.

There are so many kings in Nanchuan. Sneaking into the army under their noses and inciting people to rebel against them is even harder than climbing to the sky.

"Of course, it's not without benefits for you to go on this trip." The Holy Lord naturally saw Luoyang's dilemma and casually extended the chain in his hand to Luoyang.

"This?" The thing on the other end of the chain was tied to the thing that was neither human nor ghost. Luoyang was already scared, but when he saw the Holy Master handing it to him, his scalp was numb: "I don't want this."

"This is your reward." The Holy Lord smiled evilly, raised his hand, and the black light in his hand lit up, and then, a huge ball of energy light surrounded the human pig.

Hoarse roars of pain resounded in the hall, and the human pig curled up and twitched violently in the energy ball, expanding and shrinking, as if undergoing some strange changes.

"Roar……"

Time passed and when the energy ball disappeared, a beast with fangs appeared. The previous human pig was no longer there. Scales grew on its body. Bone spurs protruded from its broken limbs and stuck to the ground to form new limbs. In the blind eyes, blood-red light replaced the pupils.

It turned into a ferocious beast, with such terrifying power that one could be frightened just by looking at it.

"What?" Luoyang was stunned.

"Like you, I gave it an ascension, but it was an ascension as a beast."

"I used hatred and resentment to forge its soul, and I used violence and bloodthirsty to build its body. Now, it is completely comparable to any remnants of the same level."

The Holy Lord replied, casually throwing the chain to Luoyang.

"Be careful, it has no mind, only this chain can control it."

"Ah, okay." Hearing this, Luoyang hurriedly held the chain steady.

"You can practice more and train it. Soon, it will become the trump card in your hand." The Holy Master then spoke and waved his hand: "Nanchuan is short of people. Just go and disguise yourself properly. You will definitely be reused."

"Half a year, I only give you half a year. After half a year, if I don't see the results I want, you know what will happen."

"My subordinates know." Luoyang agreed, said nothing more, took the rope and retreated.

Step by step, he never imagined that one day he would be forced to this point.

The son he had devoted so much effort to was beheaded by him, and the guardians he had carefully cultivated died. His true form was suppressed by others, and now he could only cultivate his vitality in a small town.

This scene, to say it was extremely embarrassing would not be an exaggeration. Even though he said it harshly, now, he really had nothing to do with Mark.

"One person forced a god to do this, Ye Fan, you really gave me a big surprise." In the main hall, the Holy Lord spoke quietly, staring at the corner of the main hall, for a while, sighed: "Zixiao, go Help me get Shitai back."

"Holy Lord, Ji Tai is still following the traces of Zhu Zhao." A voice sounded from the corner of the hall, a pleasant female voice, but no one appeared, only a crooked shadow floating. "Are you sure you want to call him back?"

"Well, I need to recover for a while, and I need someone to protect me. That kid's thoughts are different from ordinary people, so I have to be more careful." The Holy Lord replied, turning around. At this time, there was a deep bone-deep scar on his back. Appear.

Ye Fan guessed right. His strength is indeed not complete. It is not even an exaggeration to say that even the half-emperor can barely do it. He only relies on his special power of law.

"I know." The shadow in the corner naturally saw the scars on the Holy Lord's back. She responded lightly, and the shadow floated towards the Holy Lord: "Holy Lord, do you need my help to treat it?"

"I have a lot of energy, maybe I can help you recover a lot."

"No need." The Holy Lord shook his head and refused, and the invisible force stopped the shadow's progress: "Zixiao, you can't die. You are the person I trust most. Apart from you, I can't listen to a word of anyone else's words."

The shadow stayed in place. Perhaps it was the Holy Lord's words that touched her. She trembled slightly and then said: "Holy Lord, you are the most important. Without you, my existence will be meaningless."

After saying these words, even the always vicious Holy Lord fell silent. After a while, he looked at the shadow again and just waved his hand. The shadow came to him as if it was being pulled.

He has power. In front of him, the shadow becomes solid. It looks like a person, but the ink has been splashed on it and the appearance cannot be seen clearly.

"You have been by my side for I don't know how many years."

"Yes, it's been many years." Zixiao replied, lightly, as if coming from a dream: "I can't even remember."

"I always fail, fail, and fail again. I lose miserably every time, but as long as you are here, I feel like everything is not that bad."

The Holy Lord stretched out his hand to hug the shadow. He was obviously experienced and did not really hug him. He bent his arms to a suitable extent, making the shadow seem to fall into his arms.

"Zixiao, when one day I finally complete everything, I will definitely make you a real person."

…

"King Ye is so powerful that he destroyed the city of chaos. We really admire him!"

"In addition to being a major cancer in the human race, King Ye has made great contributions!"

"..."

In Whirlpool City, it was already the second day after the city was destroyed. Everyone was sitting in a high position. One after another, the power lords came to congratulate and express their praises.

They were all the heroes who used to watch from the outside, but now Nanchuan is about to break the barrier, and each of them is afraid that they will be late and make Ye Fan unhappy.

"Sit down." Ye Fan naturally didn't have a good face towards these people. He just let everyone sit down calmly while talking quietly with Suan Sansheng.

Whirlpool City is very chaotic. Even if the city is broken now, it is still very chaotic. This city is full of all kinds of black industries, all kinds of residents that outside cities will not accept, all kinds of messy things without chapters. Rules and regulations.

Chaos, unimaginable chaos. When it comes to governance, just by looking at it, it seems impossible to start.

"Ye Fan, here in Whirlpool City, maybe we still need to adopt some new policies." Holding a pile of documents in his hand, even a third-generation man couldn't help but frown: "The City of Chaos has existed for too long. If you want to change it, It can’t be done overnight.”

"How about cleaning it up directly?" Ye Fan asked, "Like we did in Nanchuan before."

"Maybe not." Suan Sansheng shook his head, "Nanchuan is at least fundamentally good, but here, from beginning to end, it is bad. The people here, from the residents to the officials, are not good people."

"If you want to correct it, you have to do a direct blood exchange and replace all these people from the inside out. But if that's the case, the gain will outweigh the loss."

"Then we have to find a way." Hearing this, Ye Fan nodded, but his eyes turned to look at the many power owners in front of him who were lining up to flatter him.

"You think this is really a coincidence?