Chapter 845: Can Also Overturn the Boat

In the Qingming routine military meeting, all the cultivators of the Tai Chu Palace put down what they were doing and all arrived.

The first thing discussed was the failure of the missiles. The altar was not far away, and the signs when the Great Curse was activated were also quite obvious. Spies, spiritual sense detection, combined with divination, soon figured out the reason for the failure.

Yu Zhizhuo first said: "Since the Shaman tribe is willing to use the Great Curse, then let's have a big one! Even for a One You Wu, after casting a Great Curse, they have to rest for a while to catch their breath. We will launch a batch of missiles every once in a while. As long as their One You Wu can't recover, we will launch a ruthless wave, fire hundreds of them, and guarantee that we can blow up their altar."

Master Chuhe said: "Since the Shaman tribe's Great Curse is aimed at the guinea pigs, why don't we change our thinking? Make more batches of missiles, some with guinea pigs, and some with traditional warheads. Fire them alternately, so that there will be guinea pigs for a while and no guinea pigs for a while, and the Shaman tribe will soon be in a mess. After they are too busy to handle it and are somewhat paralyzed, we will launch a big wave, and we will definitely be able to take out their altar!"

Xiang Xiaoyu was listening on the side. He originally wanted to say something, but it was said by the two seniors first. He racked his brains and also intended to contribute a bit of his own wisdom, but his head seemed to be stuck suddenly, and he couldn't think of anything. He was so anxious that he was restless, but there was nothing he could do.

At this time, Feng Tingyu suddenly said: "Isn't the Shaman tribe's most precious thing the power of sacrifice? The altar is just a tool for using the power of sacrifice. As long as we consume their power of sacrifice, it doesn't matter if the altar is destroyed or not. How about we launch several big waves in a row? There are no guinea pigs inside and no warheads installed, just an empty shell.

The Shaman tribe would never dare to let the missiles land on the altar and would definitely try their best to intercept them. By the time they realize that what they are intercepting is just an empty shell, it will be too late. This way, we are equivalent to exchanging iron and gunpowder for their power of sacrifice, which is not a loss at all."

"This is good!" Little Wei Yuan's eyes lit up.

Everyone was also amazed, never thinking that a disciple of the Ming Wang Hall could one day show the demeanor of a master strategist!

The Ming Wang Hall Master, hidden in the dark, laughed from ear to ear and released dozens of image stones in one breath, recording this historic moment from multiple angles.

The military meeting adjourned, and the cultivators dispersed. Xiang Xiaoyu walked deliberately slower and fell behind Feng Tingyu. The Shaoyang Star Lord appeared beside Xiang Xiaoyu, staring at Feng Tingyu's wiggling buttocks.

Xiang Xiaoyu coughed lightly and said: "There are elders hidden in the dark, you... restrain yourself a bit."

The Shaoyang Star Lord snorted coldly: "What is in your head? This Star Lord just wants to see what exactly you lost to."

Xiang Xiaoyu's face stiffened instantly. At this time, Feng Tingyu heard the sound behind her. Seeing it was Xiang Xiaoyu, she stopped and waited for him to leave the military city together.

Out of courtesy to a fellow disciple, Xiang Xiaoyu tried hard to find a topic and said: "I also racked my brains at the meeting just now, but I don't know why, I suddenly couldn't think of anything, like being stuck. Perhaps it is a major matter, and I am too nervous."

Xiang Xiaoyu was mocking himself, but who knew Feng Tingyu would say: "Is it possible that it's not stuck, but really stupid?"

Eh??? Xiang Xiaoyu was stunned and couldn't even answer. Another breath was stuck in his chest, almost exploding.

Feng Tingyu said earnestly: "If you are stupid, practice more. As long as you are diligent enough, anyone can handle 1,024 tasks at the same time. You can definitely do it!"

At this time, the two had already left the military city. Feng Tingyu patted Xiang Xiaoyu's shoulder hard to show encouragement, and then flew away on her own, leaving Xiang Xiaoyu alone in the wind.

The Shaoyang Star Lord appeared again and asked: "What are you thinking about?"

"I'm thinking about whether I offended her at some point."

The Shaoyang Star Lord said: "You think too much, she simply speaks without thinking."

"That's true, disciples of the Ming Wang Hall are all like this." Xiang Xiaoyu seemed to have found a point of self-comfort.

But the good mood was broken by the Shaoyang Star Lord in the blink of an eye: "When they don't use their brains, they don't lie."

Xiang Xiaoyu was furious: "Are you saying I'm stupid?!"

The Shaoyang Star Lord said: "It's she who is saying you are stupid, and we are both about the same, I'm just slightly better."

For the first time in his life, Xiang Xiaoyu had the idea of changing a Dharma Form, but unfortunately, he also knew that this was simply unrealistic. He said with a cold face: "What do you want to say?"

"Know shame and then be brave, we both have to work hard. There is no reason to be inferior to someone else's buttocks, and it's only one side."

Xiang Xiaoyu slowly opened his mouth wide, not expecting it to come back here again.

Little Wei Yuan's actions were very fast. The meeting ended in the afternoon, and by the early morning of the next day, hundreds of empty-headed missiles had been modified. In the blink of an eye, dozens of missiles soared into the sky, roaring toward the altar in the Shaman tribe camp. Not long after, dozens more missiles rose into the sky, crossing over the millions of soldiers who were fighting a life-and-death battle below, and flew toward the altar.

In two quarters of an hour, a total of four waves of missiles flew toward the Shaman tribe one after another, with or without rats randomly distributed, but they were all real missiles. Then, fire light soared into the sky in Qingming, and more than six hundred missiles rose into the sky at the same time, flying toward the Shaman tribe's altar.

The number of missiles in this wave was too large and too spectacular, so much so that many fighting Shaman tribe and Qingming soldiers slowed down their hands, watching hundreds of light spots cut through the sky and fly toward the Shaman tribe camp.

Suddenly, urgent and sharp horn sounds rang out in the Shaman tribe position, passing down one by one and spreading rapidly, actually a line faster than the missiles.

Then, the distant sky suddenly turned bright green, and a terrifying behemoth was taking shape in the clouds. Countless gazes filled with dead silence were cast from outside the sky, but after sweeping over the behemoth, no signs of life were found. That big guy, thousands of *zhang* long, was generated by curse techniques. ===== CHAPTER 846 =====