On the evening of the second day, a light snow fell in Fuso. The thin snowflakes clinged weakly to the ground and quickly melted.

"It's such a hell of a historic moment. Wang Qi and Huangfu Lian, Mo Zhenzhen followed Wu Chengdao to the Thousand Machine Pavilion Auditorium. The icy water on the ground stuck to his boots, making him feel uncomfortable.

On this night, the feast of instrumentation finally arrived.

The banquet was held in the Senkikaku Auditorium. The architectural style of this auditorium is incompatible with the simplicity that Senkikaku has always had. It's more like a temple, with several thick pillars supporting a grand dome. It is said that this was once the surviving ancient demon temple, and at the beginning, the Thousand Machine Pavilion invited the monks of the Burning Gold Valley to replace the stone with metal without damaging the remnants of the spirit forbidden, and then use these metals to trap the entire hall. Legend has it that on the day the transformation was completed, all the monsters that remained in Fusang and the ancient relics of the ancients committed suicide.

This is the last step of the Immortal Alliance to unify the East China Sea.

After entering the main hall, Wang Qi realized that this banquet was invisibly divided into two. Those who came with their friends and elders could only stay on the periphery, while the nominees, grandmasters, and juniors brought by the Carefree Overhaul could enter the inner one. At this point, Wu Chengdao led the other two to leave with kindness, and then pushed Wang Qi into it with a smile on his face.

I think I know something...... It seems that the ten people who won the Dao Weapon Award this time are I?

Wang Qi thought a little casually. Feng Luoyi had mentioned this matter to him before, so he understood that as long as Lizong was victorious, he would definitely be able to win this Dao Weapon Reward.

From time to time, there were Ten Thousand Law Sect Masters who cast curious glances at him. There was also a hint of jealousy or hostility from his peers. He co-wrote a paper on Qi training, the first of the unified entry trials, the immortal, the nomination of the Taoist Instrument Award, and the law of arithmetic in the name of his own body...... Each of these titles is eye-catching enough. What's more, it's still together.

But. There are good and bad, fragrant and smelly among these names, and when mixed together, they are full of notoriety, and few of their peers want to go to Wang Qi's side.

Wang Qi was suddenly a little dissatisfied with this regulation. He and Mo Zhenzhen Emperor Fu Lian didn't have much in common, but they could still speak, which was better than this embarrassing situation.

Bored, he looked up and studied the decoration of the dome.

Since the material was originally replaced at the atomic level, even the potholes, cracks and scars on the dome of the temple were preserved with atomic precision, not to mention the murals. A three-legged black portrait is on the east wall of the temple. A painting that connects the dome to the wall. This three-legged black is vivid and majestic, but it is not the tallest portrait of this temple. Wang Qi vaguely remembered that Wu Chengdao talked about this issue, when he said that the belief of the demon clan was very strange, and the gods were divided into two kinds, one was the demon ruling class of the ten thousand demon sacrifices, the demon emperor was the sun god, the supreme god, and the entire god system was a metaphysical existence. In addition, there is a set of gods that prohibit the demons from making private sacrifices, and privately setting up obscenity is a felony for the demon clan. Only the metaphysical "gods of the world" are qualified to sacrifice to these metaphysical beings. These metaphysical beings are not demon beasts, and there is no specific existence of them. Even the duties are areas that ordinary people can't touch, such as aura and cultivation. The Demon Emperor is the only link between the two gods.

Wang Qi moved his gaze to the statue of the Demon Emperor and found that the body of the demon clan's faith was indeed a metaphysical being. He only saw symbols made of twisted curves, like strange tentacle monsters.

Wang Qi was a little dizzy when he looked at it, and had to stop and press the corner of his eyes: "The demon clan really believes in evil gods, and this thing will lose its value at a glance." ”

However, this strange phenomenon piqued his interest. He rested for a while and continued looking at the murals. One of the guys came up to me and asked, "Are you interested in these things too?"

"I'm looking for octopus heads, big eyes, yellow hoods and stuff. Wang Qi replied casually.

The man thought about Wang Qi's answer very seriously, and said, "There are no characters on this mural that match your description, but the existing ancient characters of the demon clan have a kind of ...... similar to eyeballs."

Wang Qi looked at the old man who was talking to him, and said curiously, "Are you still studying this?"

In addition to the grandmaster of the landlord Qianji Pavilion, there are only ten thousand law disciples who can enter here.

"The predecessors of Wanfamen once said that nothing cannot be calculated, nothing cannot be counted, and everything in heaven and earth is a calculation problem. The people's hearts are exquisitely conceived, and the ancient demon clan is treacherous, but is this subtlety and treacherous so wonderful that it is the way of heaven? Since it is the way, how can it not be counted?"

The man didn't care at all, but introduced it to Wang Qi: "This is also a relatively famous arithmetic problem, and it is also a bit interesting." The demon civilization has been extinct for millions of years, and it is impossible to decipher it through the language of the relatives, so this is a purely arithmetic problem, first of all, statistical ......"

The old man babbled on and on about the process of mathematizing linguistics. His lecture skills seemed to be a few points worse than Feng Luoyi's, and Wang Qi listened to it dizzily and listened to it a rough idea. The old man himself didn't seem to be very good at talking about this, and he quickly finished talking about this topic. Immediately after, he looked at Wang Qi for a while, and at the same time, Wang Qi also looked at him. Wang Qi felt that the old man was a little familiar, and asked, "Senior, do you have something to do with me? Also, we know each other?"

The man chuckled, "I'm here to get to know you." As he spoke, he nodded and shook his head: "Some spirituality, like a teller, but it's a pity that he cares too much about the sophistry of those gods." ”

Wang Qi immediately understood, this is afraid that this is Lianzong's predecessor. This aspect makes him extraordinarily big. But before he could say anything, the man threw down a thin booklet, brushed his sleeves and left: "You should take a closer look, and this kind of bullshit debate will be less mixed in the future." ”

"Inexplicable. Wang Qi opened the booklet and found that it was a sword book. He has already learned the infallible sword net, and if he learns the Lianzong sword technique, I am afraid that it may disrupt his rhythm, and he has the heart to return the sword book to the old man. But at this time, the old man had already walked away in the attention of everyone.

Wait a minute...... Attention ceremony?

"Mr. Pang probably still thinks it's a little unbelievable, so he specially came to see what the guy who made the Geting Sect survive is like. Another voice suddenly appeared beside Wang Qi. This voice was much kinder than the previous old man, and it was none other than Xi Baiche. The master looked at the booklet in Wang Qi's hand and said with a smile: "He also wants you to see the extension of his theory." ”

Wang Qi was shocked: "That person is the king?"

Xi Baiche laughed and said, "Yes." Okay, don't talk about this, are you ready for today's things?" (To be continued, please search, the novel is better and faster!)