Song Zheng nodded: "Now you understand why some people are involved in the beheading business, right? How much money can he make as a mountain guard by running rampant and domineering in a year? I'm afraid it's less than 10% of the income of this valley."
"This..." Du Baihu was speechless, it was indeed too profitable.
Qi Bingchen said on the side: "They used a convoy to transport these Tianduzi to the demon clan territory, but something went wrong on Wang Liancheng's trip, so they arrested Miao Xiaosong."
Song Zheng nodded with some worry: "What I'm more worried about now is that because of this business, Ma Daquan colluded with the Huaxu Ancient Kingdom, and he is covering Yanque!"
About 12,000 years ago, an alchemist discovered a seven-leaf plant in a remote area. Its seeds could be used as elixirs to make elixirs, and had very good paralysis and analgesic effects.
But a thousand years later, an accident made the demon tribe discover that the seeds of this seven-leaf plant could make them violent, murderous, cruel, and ferocious, which seemed to infinitely amplify the negative parts of their temperament.
But what followed was a great increase in cultivation, doubled strength, and at the same time a high degree of spiritual excitement and joy.
If you eat too much, you will become addicted and it will be difficult to stop.
As a result, the price of this drug called "Sky Poison" quietly increased, but it still did not attract the attention of the human and demon tribes. It was not until 10,000 years ago that the famous "Battle of Tao River Valley" took place.
At that time, three hundred monsters were trapped in a river valley by 1,600 human warriors with sixty-four formations. This was just an ordinary encounter on the border between the Tianchi tribe and the ancient Huaxu Kingdom. Three hundred pairs of monsters were trapped in a river valley. One thousand six, the human race has a strange formation to help them, and victory should be an easy task, but the captain of the demon race is fond of sky poisonous seeds, and he has thousands of them hidden in his mustard finger.
It distributed Sky Poison Seeds to its warriors. After each demon ate ten Sky Poison Seeds, the three hundred demon soldiers immediately fell into a frenzy, their cultivation and strength soared to an incredible level, and they were completely fearless of injury. Afraid of death, with half of his head cut off, he could swing a war hammer and smash the chests of three human beings before falling down with blood spurting out.
In this battle, one hundred and eighty of the three hundred demons were killed on the spot, but the remaining one hundred and twenty demons managed to escape.
The human race's 1,600 cultivators were killed, and 1,400 of them were killed. The battlefield was extremely tragic, and the corpses were broken. This battle completely made the human and demon tribes realize the true role of Tianduzi. The demon tribe began to hoard Tianduzi wantonly, and the human race began to It is strictly prohibited to cultivate and sell Tianduzi. Once discovered, it will be a capital crime.
The price of Tianduzi has been soaring, and there is always a price but no market.
Fortunately, the cultivation technology of Tianduzi has always been in the hands of the human race, and this plant does not sprout just by planting the seeds, and there are some other secrets.
If the demon clan wants to get the Sky Poison Son, they can only buy it from the human clan.
After tens of thousands of years of attack, Tianduzi was almost extinct in the human race. People who knew how to plant Tianduzi were even rarer, but Ma Daquan did not expect to find one.
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The entire Duanyang City was waiting for what inspector Song Zheng would do today, but until noon, the small well courtyard was quiet.
It was almost lunch time, and suddenly the Zhenshan Guards started to commotion. Within a moment, eight hundred Zhenshan Guards came out of Ti Camp and headed straight for Liuyin Mountain.
All the forces in the city were confused: What is going on? Why is Zhenshan Guard so crazy? Who is unlucky this time?
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Song Zheng didn't wait long, Ma Daquan led the Zhenshan Guards and came fiercely.
His fat body was wearing a thick piece of immortal armor. Behind him, the void flames were billowing and haze was lingering. Five triangular banners were held up in the middle. Each of them was a high-level magic weapon, causing ripples of the energy of the heaven and earth, high in the sky.
There seemed to be echoes of wind and thunder.
He strode forward, holding the sword with one hand and the orb with the other, and shouted: "Master Song, are you going to dig up the ancestral graves of my Zhenshan Guards?"
Song Zheng glanced at the mighty eight hundred mountain guards, and calmly asked Ma Daquan: "Ma Daquan, you are going to rebel!"
Ma Daquan gritted his teeth and cursed: "Song, if you don't give us a way to survive, don't blame us for being ruthless..."
The Little Sumeru Realm is hidden in the orb, and the battle weapon Donghuang Crossbow is in it. It is controlled by Ma Daquan, and it has secretly aimed at Song Zheng!
It is a calamity-level combat tool that is almost impossible to resist in the early stage of Fate Realm.
But suddenly a big hand stretched out, and Qi Bingchen had already taken action.
Ma Daquan roared loudly, and five flags behind him rose into the sky, each turning into a curtain that covered the sky, trying to temporarily withstand the big hand.
Ma Daquan shouted: "Please take action, Mr. Xiao!"
Among the eight hundred Zhenshan guards, an ancestor's momentum suddenly exploded and he attacked Qi Bingchen from the side.
Qi Bingchen smiled coldly, held up the Sky-Going Pen with his other hand, and made a stroke in the air. A gap seemed to open in the sky, and the sky fire fell down one after another.
The ancestor, Mr. Xiao, paused. Qi Bingchen had already released his seal, and with the pressure of his dynasty luck, he knocked Mr. Xiao back with a bang.
Mr. Xiao's level was already lower than that of Qi Bingchen, and he didn't expect that the third-level minister of Long Yiwei was so powerful. He retreated for dozens of miles on the spot and couldn't take care of Ma Daquan.
Ma Daquan gritted his teeth and activated the Donghuang Crossbow.
Qi Bingchen laughed loudly: "As a Longyi Guard, how can I not guard against your weapons?"
A fire dragon surged in from the sky and collided with the arrow of Donghuang Crossbow with a bang. The raging flame dragon was at the ravage level, higher than the calamity level. Donghuang Crossbow's arrow disappeared instantly under the fire dragon.
Without a trace.
Then the fire dragon roared and pounced on Ma Daquan with its fangs and claws.
Ma Daquan was frightened to death. This was the "Fire Dragon" of Duanyang, but Song Zheng had now taken away control of it. In case Ma Daquan had any conspiracy, Song Zheng had activated it and attracted the fire dragon to protect him.
"Lord Song, spare your life!" Ma Daquan screamed and knelt down under the flaming dragon.
Song Zheng was stunned for a moment: It was so simple.
The Eight Hundred Zhenshan Guards were in a commotion, and the sky suddenly jumped, revealing a sword. Just pressing down in the void, the Eight Hundred Zhenshan Guards suddenly felt that the sky and the earth had turned into a cage, and the void had turned into solid iron.
Everyone is unable to move and the pressure is heavy!
Song Zheng ignored the kneeling Ma Daquan and saluted the sword: "Thank you Fan Zhenguo for taking action."
"Little things." Fan Zhenguo's voice passed through thousands of miles and came out from the flying sword that stretched across the world. The Eight Hundred Zhenshan Guards wanted to cry a little, and felt sad in their hearts: We are a group of small soldiers, do we need to be suppressed by the strong Zhenguo?
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I was a little touched again. We have also seen the existence of the powerful Zhenguo. But in the process of seeing it, we felt some discomfort in our bladder.
Song Zheng also didn't expect Fan Zhenguo to be so generous. As soon as he discovered the more than 100 acres of sky poison, he immediately reported it to Xiao Zhen and asked Fan Zhenguo to pass the sword thousands of miles away and protect it secretly.
After all, this is the real crime of killing the nine tribes. Ma Daquan will definitely fight to the death. Song Zheng finally escaped from the sky fire. Of course, he cherished his life and was prepared.
Fan Zhenguo's flying sword had arrived a long time ago and had been lying in wait in the dark. The situation had always been under control. Song Zheng originally thought that Fan Zhenguo didn't need to take action, but he didn't expect that the old man was so polite. He probably came because he thought he would come, so he simply convinced him with a sword
Eight hundred Zhenshan guards were recruited...
Teams of Leopard Tao Guards came forward and quickly took all the Zhenshan Guards into custody.
The flaming dragon was like a living creature, twisting in the air, its cold eyes staring intently at Ma Daquan, who was kneeling on the ground. Ma Daquan's fat body was sweating profusely, soaking all the clothes in the immortal armor.
His ferocious energy was expelled by himself like a fart in the face of absolute power. The power of the Blazing Dragon became stronger and stronger, and he knelt lower and lower, almost lying on the ground.
Song Zheng took care of the others, then strolled up to him, gesturing to the left and right with his eyes. Du Baihu and Zeng Baihu stepped forward together, and locked him with the special shackles of the Long Yi Guards, making him unable to move.
The Yuan cannot be moved, and the soul is also imprisoned.
Song Zheng then removed the Blazing Dragon, but Qi Bingchen stood behind him.
Ma Daquan took the initiative and said: "Master Song, listen to me, things are not what you see. What I sell is all to ordinary demon clans, not to their armies..."
"Shut up!" Song Zheng said in a low voice, and the deep hatred was like a sharp blade, piercing straight into Ma Daquan's heart. His heart trembled, and at the same time he was afraid, and at the same time he didn't understand why Song Zheng had such strong hatred.
Song Zheng also experienced demon soldiers taking Tianduzi in Huangtai Fort. In that battle, 800 people went out, but only 100 came back. The corpses were broken, the heads were smashed, and the chests were mostly collapsed.
After falling down, dozens of people were picked up by their feet and torn in half!
Of course Ma Daquan didn't understand. He had never been at the border. But for people like Song Zheng, selling Tianduzi to benefit the enemy was the behavior they hated most.
If we are not the opponent of the enemy, then we can fight to the death with no regrets. But as a soldier, the greatest unwillingness and anger is to die from a knife stabbed in the back.
This is exactly what Ma Daquan has been doing.
"No troops sold to them?" Song Zheng sneered: "Have you personally investigated those monster buyers?"
"No, no..." he stammered, Song Zheng no longer wanted to discuss this issue with him anymore.
"I ask, you answer." He said solemnly: "You only have this one chance. You still have several hundred families under your command. They will definitely cooperate even more if you die. Do you understand?"
Ma Daquan kept saying: "Understood!"
"Why can the Xiaoshan Bandits continue to flow all the way to the border between the two states? Did you let them pass on purpose?"
"That's absolutely not the case." Ma Daquan said unjustly: "Yanque is too cunning. He has been in constant contact with several forces, such as the Xucheng Gang, the Beijuyuan Clan, the Duanyang Chongdao Clan and the Honghe Sect. These are all important figures in Duanyang City.
Chapter completed!