Chapter 107 The might of the warriors 【Seeking a red ticket】
"General, what General Pei is saying is, I wonder if the general remembers the massacre in Jiangnan two years ago?"
"Zhao family?" the black-faced god said calmly.
"Yes, General. It is said that cultivators were also involved in the massacre of the Zhao family. The wealth accumulated by the Zhao family for hundreds of years was robbed, and the entire empire was shocked. But now, the case is still unsolved. Rich merchants in the empire,
Everyone is in danger, and if things continue like this, the foundation of the empire will be shaken."
"Well, what you soldiers say makes sense. However, I am only a soldier guarding the border. Except for this three-thirds of an acre of land under my jurisdiction, I have the responsibility of resisting foreign enemies. These are important matters related to the country and the country. I have more than enough ambition but not enough power. Later,
I will report it to the court." The black-faced god just nodded. He is an important minister of the empire. Naturally, he knows how powerful the world of cultivation is, and he will definitely not become an enemy of the entire world of cultivation for some individual cases.
In the Great Qin Empire, the power of the world of cultivation far exceeds that of earthly emperors. However, the world of cultivation is a piece of loose sand, while the Great Qin Empire is a huge war machine that can mobilize all resources. The world of cultivation does not dare to act rashly. After all, the world of earthly
It is not a joke for warriors to show their power. If the entire country is mobilized, it will be easy to wipe out those cultivation sects that have been entrenched for thousands of years.
Cultivators are not gods. They also need to eat, drink, and live in the secular world to maintain the prosperity of their sect.
For a long time, cultivators and the secular world have maintained a delicate balance, keeping in harmony with each other and living in peace.
"General, what should I do with the girl?" a general asked.
"I'm just asking for your opinion." The Black-faced God paused and said, "Those two girls, at such a young age, actually broke through to the third level of primary aura. Their talents are extremely amazing, even for the queens of famous families, and the young man who escaped
, it’s even more weird. He is not a cultivator, but he hangs out with two cultivators. The two cultivators want to save him even if they are seriously injured. It seems that this person has an extraordinary origin... Of course, these are not the weirdest
Yes, that young man is not a cultivator, but he took a punch from me... strange... strange... he is fine..."
Got punched by the black-faced god!
All the generals looked horrified.
In this world, even an intermediate cultivator will be seriously injured if he is punched by a black-faced god, let alone an ordinary person.
"Is that young man a warrior? It's not like... strange..." The black-faced god was puzzled.
"General, it seems that we need to strengthen our vigilance!" A general said worriedly.
"Haha, they are just a few little kids. Don't be nervous. I think their masters will come tomorrow to beg for mercy and let them go." The black-faced god laughed with disapproval.
"The general is wise!"
"General... I have arranged for people to be tortured..." A general came out and stammered.
"What!" The black-faced god stood up suddenly.
Under the thunderous wrath of the Black-faced God, the grand hall seemed to have set off a violent wind, and the sound was extremely terrifying.
"The general...the general...the general thought that he...they...were...unfavorable to my wife..." The general suddenly knelt down and kowtowed desperately in apology. In an instant, blood was dripping on his forehead.
"If they are unfavorable to Madam, how many soldiers and generals will be killed to explore the path?" The black-faced god sneered.
"The last general will be convicted, the last general will be convicted!" The soldier kowtowed desperately, and the marble on the ground was dyed red.
"He who doesn't know is not guilty. Forget it, get up."
"Thank you, General, thank you General..." The soldier kowtowed desperately, stood up slowly, and retreated into the crowd. As he retreated, his legs were like sifting through chaff.
In the hall, the generals were as silent as a cicada, with their heads lowered and not daring to make the slightest sound.
"Generals, please remember your duties. You are soldiers. Warriors are just your second identity. The power of the cultivator world is far beyond your imagination. Remember in the future, all matters with cultivators must be reported.
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"Report to the general, someone is setting fire to the county house!" A soldier rushed over and knelt on the ground.
"Humph, that's too much!" The black-faced god shouted violently, and stood up suddenly from the huge chair. The iron armor on his body made a sound of gold and iron, and his pair of leopard eyes shot out fiercely.
The black-faced god spread out one hand, and two burly men in black ran out from behind carrying a huge and heavy black long knife. It could be seen from the steps and expressions of the two big men that the long knife was extremely heavy.
I'm afraid it weighs hundreds of kilograms.
"If I don't give you any clues today, you will think that our Great Qin Empire has no one!"
The black-faced god held the handle of the knife, pulled out the long knife, held the long knife with one hand, dragged it on the ground, and strode out of the hall. The long black knife dragged out a stream of thrilling sparks on the ground.
Everyone was attracted by the domineering power of the black-faced god and followed him obediently.
"Report to the general, someone set fire to the backyard!"
Before the black-faced god walked out of the hall, a soldier ran in again. At this time, there was a faint sound of commotion outside.
"Ah... Damn cultivator! Today, even the King of Heaven came and I didn't give him any face!" The black-faced God was furious and said loudly: "Generals, go to the county house, and I will go to the backyard. I want to see who is so bold.
, you dare to burn down my general’s mansion!”
"Yes, General!"
The generals responded with a bang, bowed down to salute the black-faced god, and then immediately rushed into the darkness and ran towards the county government, as if thousands of troops were charging into battle, with a momentum that was extremely frightening.
The men of this black-faced god are all generals on horseback who have experienced hundreds of battles, and most of them are already junior warriors.
Not to mention that a group of warriors rescued the county government, but the black-faced god rushed towards the backyard with a heavy long sword.
The backyard is the family area of the General's Mansion.
At this time, in the backyard, soldiers were carrying water to put out the fire. Although they seemed busy, they were busy but not chaotic and orderly.
The fire was not big, only an attic was burned, and it was quickly extinguished.
Zhao Yuan hid in the darkness, watching the soldiers putting out the fire, and secretly admired them.
With such a great reputation, Wu Xishi is worthy of being one of the four famous generals of the Qin Empire. Even the soldiers who look after the home and courtyard are well-trained.
"Come out, which Taoist friend is displeased with me, Huo!"
Just when Zhao Yuan was about to find an opportunity to leave, the black-faced god shouldered a heavy, dark long knife, strode to the center of the courtyard, took the long knife down with one hand, and suddenly stabbed the marble on the ground.
It immediately cracked into countless pieces, bricks and stones flew up, and the ground shook with a terrifying force.
Zhao Yuan's body suddenly froze, and he felt an incomparable aura sweeping across the entire courtyard.
At the same time, the running soldiers left the courtyard one after another. Soon the lively courtyard became deserted, and the pavilion that was already extinguished slowly started to burn again, but no one put out the fire.
The entire general's mansion suddenly became quiet.
Zhao Yuan complained secretly. Although he was not a cultivator, he felt that the entire courtyard was locked by the consciousness of the black-faced god. As long as he moved, he would be discovered immediately.
"Fellow Taoist, you set fire to my attic, didn't you just want to lure the tiger away from the mountain? Now that you have succeeded, why don't you come out and meet Mr. Huo!" The black-faced god looked around at the darkness around him, and every word was so important that the air
They all seemed to be vibrating.
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