Taking a deep breath, Marshal Deng met Ye Feng's smile and asked: "King Wujiang, what treasure do you want? I will collect it for you right away!"
"The blood of a cultivator in Fusion God Realm is 10,000 kilograms, and the blood of the most powerful person in Yang God Realm is 5,000 kilograms!" A strange light flashed in Ye Feng's eyes.
"good!"
Marshal Deng didn't think twice and agreed directly. China has a population of 6 billion, and there are at least hundreds of thousands of strong people in the Fusion God Realm. Not to mention the most powerful people in the Yang God Realm, there are still more than 10,000.
Of course, it was impossible for Marshal Deng to kill these cultivators and collect blood, as long as these strong men donated some blood.
Even if a strong man in the Fusion Realm donated a few drops of blood, he could collect ten thousand catties.
"What else?" Marshal Deng asked.
"Ten treasures that enhance vitality!"
"Okay!" Marshal Deng looked as usual. Ten vitality-enhancing treasures are nothing to China.
"Three thousand Yinhun Pearls!"
"no problem!"
"One hundred Xuan-level weapons and ten Earth-level weapons!"
Marshal Deng raised his eyebrows. Xuan-level weapons were nothing, but earth-level weapons were extremely valuable. Each one could be regarded as an inheritance.
Gritting his teeth, Marshal Deng nodded and said: "I will get it all for you within three days!"
Ye Feng grinned, showing his white teeth, and said: "I also want to share China's intelligence system!"
Marshal Deng's expression changed slightly, he stared at the smiling Ye Feng, and thought to himself, "Why does he need the intelligence system? Could it be that he has already guessed the deep meaning behind the title of king?"
Ye Feng stared at Marshal Deng with a half-smile but said slowly: "If you agree, you can't hide it. Once I find out that you have a secret intelligence network. Then, I, Ye Feng, will become another disaster for China."
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Marshal Deng frowned, and finally gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you."
"That's it for now!"
"Huh!" Hearing that Ye Feng had no other requests, Marshal Deng breathed a sigh of relief and said, "Then I will go get what you want for you now!"
"Okay!" Ye Feng raised his eyelids, a strange light flashed across his eyes, and said lightly: "By the way, the blood I want is like this every day!"
"What?"
Marshal Deng froze, and there was anger in his eyes, "Ye Feng, your request is too much!"
"Is it too much?"
The smile on Ye Feng's face faded, and he stared at Marshal Deng, making him feel cold all over, and then he said: "You want me to create three thousand zombies with intelligence, can't you even agree to this request?"
Marshal Deng gritted his steel teeth, "Then, let me ask one more question, how long will it take to turn all three thousand sergeants into zombies?"
"One month!"
One month?
In other words, China's top management needs to provide 300,000 kilograms of the blood of a powerful person in the Fusion God Realm, and 150,000 kilograms of blood from a powerful person in the Yangshen Realm, which is a bit scary.
"One month is just one month, I hope you won't break your promise!"
After saying this, Marshal Deng suddenly turned around.
But after walking a few steps, Marshal Deng turned to look at Ye Feng with an embarrassed look on his face, "Send me away from here!"
"Hahaha!"
Seeing Marshal Deng's embarrassed look, Ye Feng couldn't help laughing, and with a flick of his backhand, a roll of cold yellow spring water covered Marshal Deng.
However, as Marshal Deng disappeared into the underworld, the smile on Ye Feng's face disappeared instantly, revealing a thoughtful look, "They even agreed to such a rude request. It seems that they have a big plan!"
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Leaving the no-man's land in the capital, Marshal Deng got into a military vehicle, with a sullen face, took out his mobile phone and dialed a series of numbers.
"How's it going?" An old voice sounded on the phone.
"He agreed, but the request was a bit excessive!"
"It doesn't matter, as long as he agrees!"
Marshal Deng gave a wry smile and said: "Go and summon the cultivators of Fusion God Realm and Yang God Realm now. He needs fifteen thousand kilograms of blood every day for a month!"
The other end of the phone fell into silence for a while before he said: "I understand, I will solve this matter!"
A normal expert in the Fusion of God Realm can basically recover after losing 300 milliliters of blood by sleeping for one night. But if it lasts for a month, no one can bear it.
Of course, people are alive, and there will naturally be solutions.
As long as the blood donor takes some medicine every day that strengthens vitality and improves qi and blood coagulation, it can barely last for a month.
However, in this case, China's top management will have to spend countless resources.
It is impossible for an individual to accomplish something like this, and only a huge state machine can do it reluctantly.
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In the Tianlang Military District, a strong man from the Fusion God Realm came from all over the country, and it was very lively.
"Old Zhao, do you know why you asked us to come here this time?"
"It should be because of the changes in the no-man's land!"
"Hehe, I heard that this time nearly ten thousand Fusion God Realm experts were summoned, as well as hundreds of Yang God Realm powerhouses. With such a large formation, even the no-man's land in the capital can be swept across, right?"
At this moment, a group of nurses in white coats walked quickly from a distance.
"What is this for?"
"You want to give us a physical examination?"
All the powerful people in Fusion God Realm looked puzzled, wondering what so many nurses were doing here.
"Everyone listen, roll up your sleeves and donate blood!"
Suddenly, a majestic voice sounded from the loudspeaker placed on a high pole not far away.
"Donate blood?"
"What's going on?"
Everyone looked confused, but they did not refuse and rolled up their sleeves one by one.
A nurse walked up to an old man with a friendly smile on her face and said, "Senior, please relax."
"Little girl, what are we going to do with our blood?" The old man's eyes were full of doubts and solemnity. There are many spells in this world that can be cast through blood.
The nurse smiled slightly, took out a jade bottle, handed it to the old man, and said, "Senior, take this blood-coagulating pill first!"
"Blood coagulation pill?" The old man's face was full of surprise. This blood coagulation pill is valuable. After taking it, it can speed up blood circulation and remove dirty blood, which is considered noble.
The old man turned his head and swept aside, and the other nurses did the same, took out the blood-clotting pill and gave it to the blood donor to take.
In a spacious house not far from the square, one hundred and seventy-three Yang Shen realm experts with different expressions looked at Marshal Deng standing at the front.
"Everyone, I have called you here for only one thing, and that is to donate blood!" Marshal Deng said calmly.
The most powerful person in the Yang Shen Realm is the foundation of China. Even as Marshal Deng, he would not dare to take drastic actions.
Most of the most powerful people in the Yang Shen Realm had slight changes in their expressions. They had been able to cultivate to the current level. There was not a single fool present. Therefore, they really did not dare to let their blood flow outside.
Seeing that everyone was silent, Marshal Deng raised his hands and clapped gently.
Suddenly, dozens of soldiers walked in from outside. Each soldier held a tray in his hands, with pieces of blood-colored gel on top.
