Chapter 872: Can we win

Fang Yin inherited Xiao Dingyi's memory. The secrets of the head of the Tianbu, who had long been obedience to the religion, were not just the information of Tianbu. As the most outstanding spy of Tianbu, Xiao Dingyi could not have any defense against the gods.
Or it should be said that someone like Xiao Dingyi would not even fully believe in himself, let alone trust the religious religion.
When establishing cooperation with the religion, Xiao Dingyi began to explore some of the secrets of the religion.
Including some things that the cult actively told him, Xiao Dingyi mastered at least one third of the secret stronghold of the cult, as well as some technical inside information.
Even if the smoke bombs of the gods are mixed in it, the information in this is true and false, and some of them can definitely touch the core of the gods.
Now that the religion is hidden in the dark, Fang Yin feels, why must he wait for the religion to make a move? It's better to reverse offense and defense and turn passive into active. Even if it can only weaken the power of the religion, that is a good thing for the next situation.
"Besides, there is one more thing. Lu Li once said that the Shenhua Pope split his consciousness into countless individuals. Once the individual currently in charge of the religious sect deviates, a brand new individual will appear to stop him. He. This is the origin of the reformists, and we may be able to take advantage of this."
Fang Yin said slowly.
Song Bocheng has some worries: "In the final analysis, the reformers are also religious people, not to mention whether we can find them, even if we find them, do we really want to cooperate with the reformers? The religious people are lunatics, and no one can guarantee that this is just born. Will the pope suddenly change his mind."
"Now is the time to unify all forces. Even if there is some risk, as long as it is within the scope of the bear, then it is necessary to try. Moreover, Lu Li's original idea was to make the reformers fight against the original gods, no matter which side wins. , It’s good news for us."
When Fang Yin said this, his eyes were fixed, and he made up his mind: "Find a way to find the reformist pope and hurry up."
Hearing what he said, Song Bocheng was still a little worried, but he nodded and said: "Now your big leader, your words are the will of Tianbu."
The more critical the moment, the more they must avoid internal friction. Although the two each control a part of the leader’s inheritance, when it comes to the right to speak, Song Bocheng may not be much worse than Fang Yin, and there are many supporters in Tianbu, but Song Bocheng understands that at this time, Tianbu only needs a voice, Song Bocheng believes Fang Yin's judgment is more accurate than his own. Even if he is in the same position as Fang Yin, he can never do better than him. So Song Bocheng took the initiative to give in and handed over all command to Fang Yin.
Time was running out, and the two did not say much. Fang Yin held the jade slip and continued to issue orders to those members of the Celestial Tribe. Song Bocheng followed Fang Yin's instructions to suppress the riots in the imperial capital first, and then set out to find the gods. The pope who taught the reformists.
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boom!
In the depths of the old street, a shocking explosion came. Dong Ao alone blocked the pass, facing dozens of hundreds of crazy martial artists, sometimes punching to suppress, only killing but not hurting, a corpse was lying in front of him.
But the disorderly martial arts practitioners seemed to fear death, stepping on the corpse and blood, and continued to rush towards Dong Ao.
"Old Dong, shouldn't these people be transformed by the gods? This is not a fight at all, this is a death."
Yao Dou ‘checked for leaks’, stepped on from time to time, shattered blue bricks, kicked stones torn the air, and could penetrate the head of a casual warrior every time.
But he still felt that things were too weird.
Although this group of casual cultivators are lunatics upholding the concept of the magic door, this does not mean that they are a group of fools who are not afraid of death. Obviously knowing that it is not Dong Ao's opponent, they still continue to flood the depths of the old street. What are they trying to do?
Hearing this, Dong Ao shook his head lightly, and did not answer Yao Dou's words.
This group of people is obviously a little abnormal, but this is not important to Dong Ao. He didn't leave the old street because of Gu Haoran's words, otherwise he would have already broken out of the street and suppressed the lunatics.
Just when Dong Ao once again fisted and killed more than a dozen immortal martial artists, an awe-inspiring sword aura rushed towards the sky from a distance. It was the butcher.
The butcher walked to Dong Ao on a road, and said concisely: "All killed."
There is one exit and one entrance in front and back of the old street. These immortal warriors did not choose Yukong, but directly entered from the exit and entrance. Dong Ao was in charge of the entrance, and the butcher was guarding the exit.
Now that he said that he had killed them all, it meant that there was no more living person at the exit.
Dong Ao said: "You go and support outside."
The butcher hesitated and looked at Dong Ao.
"Gu Haoran wants me to guard the old street, he has his own reason, I believe him." Dong Ao didn't explain much.
Gu Haoran has the ability to shuttle back and forth at will. At this moment, he naturally goes to support other places. But before leaving, he specifically asked Dong Ao to protect the old street, especially not to let people enter the hospital.
Dong Ao was vaguely aware of something, knowing that Gu Haoran had his own deep meaning, so he took the task.
"The high-level combat power of the gods has not yet taken action."
Now the butcher also knew the envoy behind the riot, and said to Dong Ao: "You can't keep it alone."
Although Dong Ao is an extremely powerful top master, the cult does not lack such masters. When they really launch an attack, even if Dong Ao can be one enemy two, or even one enemy three, he can persist. how long?
"If something happens here, you will come back and help me."
Dong Ao still insisted on his own opinions.
The butcher actually noticed that Dong Ao was going to guard the medical hall. As a resident of the old street, he knew that the medical hall might have some connection with the old man. Now the old man is on the top of the sky to prevent the expansion of the virtual world. If something goes wrong, the old man will definitely be affected.
Until then, no one will suppress the virtual world, and the damage caused will be even more terrifying.
So after thinking about it for a while, the butcher agreed with Dong Ao's opinion and said solemnly, "Be careful."
After that, he took the bone-cutting knife and left the old street.
Dong Ao looked at his back, feeling peaceful.
With the butcher's shot, most of the imperial capital's situation is laid.
No matter how brazen those crazy samurai fighters are not afraid of death, they are useless under the butcher's knife. That knife is not only used to ‘chop meat’, it’s a ‘blood jade knife’ that can cut the heavens.
Shenbing ranked fifth, Heavenly Sword Blood Jade!
Together with the third-ranked Ghost Blade Styx, they are called the two great magic swords.
However, Heavenly Blade Blood Jade is more evil and evil than Styx.
It was born a slaying knife that was full of blood.
The butcher held this blood jade knife, and it didn't take long at all to sweep the riots in the imperial capital, leaving nowhere for those crazy casual martial artists to escape.
And before he left, the butcher abruptly split the entrance of the old street into a'wave of blood', and with a single cut, hundreds of immortal warriors died and wounded. The wailing sounded one after another, and he instantly killed more than half .
Dong Ao knew it was the butcher who was relieving pressure on himself.
No matter how powerful the top master, facing the siege of hundreds of immortal realms, there will be times when they will not support. Although the immortal martial artists could not pose any threat to the top grandmaster, their attacks at any cost would always cause a certain consumption of the top grandmaster.
When the real powerhouse takes the shot, this consumption is likely to be the key to victory.
"Old Dong, you said...can we win?"
Yao Dou looked aside for a long time, and finally looked at Dong Ao, his tone a little uncertain.
When he said this, he raised his head and looked at the sky. The battle above the sky had reached a stalemate. Whether it was Lu Li or'Huang', he hadn't moved for a long time.
Seeing this scene, Yao Dou inevitably felt a sour taste in his heart. Lu Li, who was similar to himself before, has now climbed to the top of the world. Even if Yao Dou is so proud, he will not feel that he is still Have the qualifications to compete with Lu Li.
Beyond a big realm, Yao Dou can comfort himself with the immortal facing the master, if he is able to catch up with Lu Li with his talent and hard work.
But now it seems that the gap between the two has become a gulf that cannot be bridged at all.