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 big eyes. He wore a golden armor and a battle robe, and walked as lightly as a wandering spirit. When he saw this man, Beiyuan was stunned.
Hou turned away, as if just looking at the other person one more time would get him into trouble.
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 face changed horribly. She hesitated for a moment, and suddenly put her palm on the Heavenly Spirit Cover. There was a "plop" sound, her brain exploded, and she died on the spot. Fortunately, she was not completely dead. She still had her spiritual realm, and there was always a glimmer of hope for the future.
hope.
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 the emperor was lecturing his ministers. He obviously did not take Zhang Jun and Beiyuan Marquis into consideration. Zhang Jun narrowed his eyes slightly. He even dared to fight against the Grand Sima, so what kind of thing is 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 it, Beiyuan?"
Beiyuan's face suddenly turned pale and he said to his ancestors, the more you are afraid of something, the more likely you are to get it. Do you know the identity of this evil star? He just had a grimace and did not 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 and die. I will make your family and your friends...
Your relatives, your pride and reliance will all be 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. He was none other than Marquis Zhongyong. Seeing Marquis Zhongyong, Marquis Beiyuan winked at him. The latter shrugged helplessly, with a helpless attitude, and secretly transmitted the message:
"Let your friends seek their own happiness. I can't even 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 has not finished yet. 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 Hou looked at Zhang Jun like an ant, and said proudly: "The nine sons of the king, the Poison God Hou 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 it down. Ren Xiaoping felt that the space around him changed, and the next moment he was forced to enter the puppet world. The surroundings were quiet, except for a young man in black robes who stared at him maliciously. Ren Xiaoping
Centipede said angrily: "Who are you? Where are you?"
The young man was a little devil. He didn't say anything. The roots fell down from the sky and pierced into the opponent's body. Ren Xiaoping was shocked and released three thousand poisonous gases in an instant, but it had no effect on the little devil. Instead, he laughed.
Said: "Your poison skills are not bad, 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!"
"The King of Zhen is a piece of shit. My master will be a great figure in the Daluo Enlightenment in the future. Even Emperor Xia is not worthy of being compared with him. So the King of Zhen is nothing? But you really don't know how to live or die. My master even snatched the things of 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.
As pale as paper, the survival instinct began to wail desperately.
"Do you have something good? Don't worry, when you become a puppet, I will hand it over obediently." Xiao Moyin smiled. After saying this, he stabbed the root sharply, and the body of the prince of the town stiffened.
At every turn, he 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
Make 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 Xiaojue, and he must not be offended. He quickly bowed to invite people to enter the tent, and said: "Xiaohou Wang Guangxia, welcome
Lord Marquis!"
Zhang Jun smiled "haha" and said: "Bei Yuan 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 Ren Xiaoping taken? 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 to a place to rest and rest, and he will be back soon." Naturally, he couldn't tell others. 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 them inconvenient 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, thinking 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 gain 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 surprised: "Why did Brother Wang make such a conclusion?"
Wang Guangxia brought a military map. The map is a magic weapon that can be zoomed in and out freely. It marked nearly one-third of Daze. He pointed at a dozen small dots in the area and said solemnly: "Marquis Yun, please
Look, these dots represent the large and small tribes of the demons."
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 exactly 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."
It won't be long before 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 exactly 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 to 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 fight between tigers and tigers. Once the demons are gone,
The enemy, I think they will take action."
Marquis Beiyuan nodded: "I have heard about this, but Daxia has never received reliable information, and I have no idea what races live there."
Zhang Jun asked strangely: "I wonder 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? More than a dozen batches were sent before and after, and the total number of people totaled 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 never 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 individual princes. 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 was unable to concentrate its most powerful forces to destroy the enemy. What was even more frightening was that there might be internal strife between different princes, with you plotting against me and I plotting against you, which wasted a lot of resources and energy.
When Wang Guangxia said this, he shook his head: "Everyone knows these things in their hearts, but they just don't talk about it."
Zhang Jun nodded and said: "I am new here, please help me."
"No, 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 burst out laughing. The three of them drank heavily while talking about state affairs, and it was noon before they knew it. Ren Xiaoping's subordinates all left one after another, because the living Ren Xiaoping had returned to the camp.
Of course there is no need for them to stay.
After drinking for three rounds, everyone suddenly felt that the ground was shaking, and strong murderous intent came from the west. The expressions of the three people changed with shock, and Wang Guangxia said: "No! The demon army is attacking! Let's get ready!"