Chapter 1227 Direct Refining

The tent door opened and a man walked out. This man had a strange life, with a slightly pointed head, a long chin, and a pair of huge eyes. He wore a golden armored battle robe and walked as lightly as a wandering spirit. As soon as he saw this person, Beiyuan Hou turned his face away, as if he would get into trouble if he looked at him one more time.

The man who came out glanced at the female cultivator who was blown away by the thunder, and asked in a cold tone: "Did you quarrel with someone?"

The female cultivator lowered her head and said, "Yes, Master. These two people wanted to break into the camp, but I stopped them. They refused to accept it and fought with me."

"So, you can't beat them?" The man's face darkened and he showed an angry look.

The female cultivator's expression changed horribly. She hesitated for a moment, then suddenly put her palm on the Tianling Cover. He heard a "plop" sound, his head exploded, and he died on the spot. Fortunately, she is not completely dead, leaving her spiritual realm, so there is always a glimmer of hope for the future.

After the female cultivator committed suicide, the man stared at Zhang Jun and Beiyuan Hou and asked in a cold voice: "Which of you fought back? Come out!"

This man spoke arrogantly, as if an emperor was lecturing his ministers. Obviously, he did not take Zhang Jun and Beiyuan Hou seriously. Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes slightly. He dared to fight against Da Sima, so who was this kid in front of him? He sneered and said, "Whose dog was not tied up and ran out to bite people. Do you recognize Beiyuan?"

Beiyuan's face instantly turned pale, and he thought to himself, ancestors, the more you are afraid of something, the more likely you will become. Do you know the identity of this evil star? He just had a grimace and didn't dare to answer Zhang Jun's question.

The other party's face became more and more gloomy. He stared at Zhang Jun and said word by word: "Very good. You have successfully angered me. I will make you unable to live or die. I will let your family and your friends, Your relatives, your pride and reliance are all wiped out! I, the Poison God Marquis, will do what I say!"

At this time, the camp tent was lifted again, and a young man with a gloomy face walked out, it was Marquis Zhongyong. Seeing Marquis Zhongyong, Marquis Beiyuan winked at him quickly. The latter shrugged helplessly, with a helpless attitude, and said secretly: "Let your friends seek their own blessings. I can't protect myself now."

"Have you offended the Poison God Marquis?" Beiyuan was desperate.

"He poisoned several of my generals this morning. I just said a word, but he refused to let me go. He just insulted me, and it seems that he is not done. I can't tell, but I will take care of my life today." Marquis Zhongyong He sighed and said, "Who is the master of Poison Dao and the son of Zhen Wang's family?"

Seeing that the other party was so vicious and would destroy the whole family if they disagreed, Zhang Jun became angry no matter how good-tempered he was. He asked calmly: "Who are you?"

The Poison God Marquis looked at Zhang Jun like an ant, and said proudly: "The nine sons of the king, the Poison God Marquis Ren Xiaoping!"

"Your name is as disgusting as your appearance." Zhang Jun said, "But fortunately I already know your name and we can be friends."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly raised his palm and pressed down. Ren Xiaoying felt the space around him change, and the next moment he was forced to enter the puppet world. It was quiet all around, except for a young man in black robe who stared at him maliciously. Ren Xiaoying said angrily: "Who are you? Where are you?"

The young man was a little devil. He didn't say anything, and the roots all over the sky fell down hard, piercing into the opponent's body. Ren Xiaoping was shocked and instantly released three thousand poisonous gases, but they had no effect on the little demon at all. Instead, he smiled and said: "Your poison skills are pretty good, you can be regarded as a delicious condiment, and you are the food."

Ren Xiaoying was horrified and screamed: "Don't kill me, I am the son of the King of Zhen, and the King of Zhen will not let you go!"

"King Zhen is a piece of shit. In the future, my master will be a great figure in Da Luo. Even Emperor Xia is not worthy of being compared with him. So King Zhen is just a piece of cake? But you really don't know how to live or die. My master even snatched things from Da Luo Tianjun. You If you want to threaten him, isn't that asking for death? Okay, okay, don't be afraid, I just made you into a puppet, you just exist in another life state, and you will live longer."

"No! I was wrong. Please beg your master on my behalf to let me go. I will no longer threaten him, and I will give him benefits!" Ren Xiaoping felt that the roots were eroding his spiritual realm, and his face suddenly became frightened. Pale as paper, the survival instinct began to wail desperately.

"Do you have something good? Don't worry, when you become a puppet, you will hand it over obediently." Xiao Moyin said with a smile. As soon as the words fell, the roots stabbed hard, and the body of the prince of the town stiffened, motionless, and completely turned into a puppet.

But after Zhang Jun used magic power to take away Ren Xiaoping, his followers were frightened, but at the same time they all showed relaxed expressions on their faces. Zhang Jun glanced at them lightly and said, "Don't worry, I'm just making friends with your young master. He will be back soon. You can just wait outside."

Marquis Zhongyong finally came to his senses. He understood that the person in front of him was definitely a more ruthless character than that bastard Ren Xiaoping, and he could never be offended. He quickly bowed and asked people to enter the tent, saying: "Xiaohou Wang Guangxia, welcome Lord Hou!"

Zhang Jun smiled "haha" and said: "Beiyuan and I are good friends. His friends are my friends. Brother Wang, there is no need to be polite."

Wang Guangxia was overjoyed and hurriedly asked Zhang Jun to sit down. Then he lowered his voice and asked: "Marquis Yun, where was that Ren Xiaoping? He is the son of the king of Zhen. He will retaliate. You must be careful."

"It doesn't matter, I just asked him to go somewhere to rest, and he will be back soon." Naturally, he couldn't tell others that he had just turned a generation of divine army princes into puppets, which would definitely cause a stir among the armies on the Western Front.

Wang Guangxia breathed a sigh of relief and said: "This is the best, I'm afraid that Marquis Yun will kill someone in anger."

Zhang Jun stopped talking about the matter and said, "I heard from Beiyuan that your army is quite capable of fighting. You saved his life on the battlefield last time."

After hearing this, Wang Guangxia suddenly became energetic and said: "The demon army has chariots, which is their advantage, but it also makes it difficult to move. At the same time, we also have an advantage, and the troops can move flexibly. As long as we make good use of our advantages and the opponent's Despite the shortcomings, we still have a chance to win in local battles.”

Zhang Jun nodded and thought that the military prince in front of him was quite knowledgeable in war tactics, so he asked him: "Brother Wang, do you think that in the long run, can Daxia have an advantage?"

Speaking of this section, Wang Guangxia's expression became heavy: "To be honest, in my humble opinion, Daxia may be able to maintain a balance in the next one or two years. If it takes more than one or two years, the demon army will definitely launch a major counterattack, and may even invade Daxia." Xia native land.”

Zhang Jun was shocked: "Why does Brother Wang make such a conclusion?"

Wang Guangxia brought a military map. The map was a magic weapon that could be zoomed in and out freely. It marked nearly one-third of Daze's area. He pointed at a dozen small dots in the area and said solemnly: "Marquis Yun, please see, these dots represent the large and small tribes of the demon clan."

Zhang Jun nodded: "There are many demon tribes. Fortunately, they are not fighting side by side, otherwise the enemies Daxia faces will be ten times stronger."

"This is what Xiaohou is worried about!" Wang Guangxia said, "Marquis Yun doesn't know something. Two years ago, the number of demon tribes in this area was three times what it is now!"

Zhang Jun is such a smart person. He understood it immediately. He sighed and said: "It must be that the demon tribe started to merge due to the pressure of Daxia. The number of tribes has decreased so much. I'm afraid it will be used." Soon, the demons will merge into several or even one tribe. By then, Daxia’s enemies will be much stronger than they are now.”

Wang Guangxia nodded: "Marquis Yun has seen the key. This is what I am worried about. In addition, there is another thing that is not good for me, Daxia."

"Oh? Is there any other reason?" Beiyuan Hou also became interested and asked quickly.

Wang Guangxia pointed at the map. The other two-thirds of the area had no markings on it: "There are signs that a race as powerful as the demons lives in this area. They have been sitting on the mountain watching the tigers fight. Once the demons are gone, The enemy, I think they will take action."

Marquis Beiyuan nodded: "I have heard of this, but Daxia has never gotten reliable information, and I have no idea what races live there."

Zhang Jun asked strangely: "I don't know what kind of race exists? Can't we send one or two princes to investigate?"

Hearing what Zhang Jun said, Wang Guangxia shook his head repeatedly: "Why didn't you send one? We sent more than a dozen batches before and after, and the total number of people was more than thirty. But those princes never came back, and no one was seen alive or dead. It must be more dangerous than bad."

Zhang Jun was now curious, how terrifying that area was, even the powerful princes could not return!

"There is a more important point." Wang Guangxia looked around and said in a low voice, "Our military system in Daxia is not suitable at all."

Zhang Jun and Beiyuan Hou both understood what he said. The Daxia army was led by princes one by one. They were not subordinate to each other and fought on their own. In fact, they were not much different from the tribal form of the demon army. Under such circumstances, Daxia could not concentrate its most powerful forces to destroy the enemy. What's even more frightening is that there may be internal strife between different princes, with you scheming against me and I scheming against you, which wastes a lot of resources and energy.

When Wang Guangxia said this, he shook his head: "Everyone knows these things, but they just don't talk about it."

Zhang Jun nodded and said: "I am new here, please help me."

"No, Marquis Yun's methods are extraordinary, we are far from comparable." Wang Guangxia said quickly, "But if Marquis Yun can be of any use to Xiao Hou, just speak up."

Zhang Jun was not polite to him and said: "Okay, bring out your best wine first."

Wang Guangxia was stunned at first, and then laughed. The three of them drank heavily and talked about state affairs, and it was noon before they knew it. Those subordinates of Ren Xiaoying all left one after another, because the living Ren Xiaoying had returned to the camp, so there was no need for them to stay.

After drinking for three rounds, everyone suddenly felt that the ground was shaking, and bursts of strong murderous aura came from the west. The expressions of the three people changed with shock. Wang Guangxia said: "No! The demon army is attacking! Let's get ready!"

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