After sending away the envoy of the demon clan, Murong Feng couldn't help but rub his eyebrows, and felt his brain swell.

The sword idiot brought a cup of tea and put it in front of her, and asked lightly, "Aren't you tired?" ”

Murong Feng glanced at it, picked up the teacup and pecked it lightly, closed his eyes and said with relief: "I'm tired, I'm tired, but isn't it one step closer to my goal." ”

The sword idiot shook his head and said, "I don't think you're playing a game, you're being played by a game." ”

Murong Feng smiled lightly: "That's because when you face the challenges in various games, you will subconsciously choose the simple mode, while I will choose the hell mode. Depending on the difficulty, the natural gaming experience will be different. Just as the famous saying of the sage Hui Shi: Zi is not a fish, and the joy of knowing the fish? ”

The sword idiot shrugged and said, "Okay, I'm not a fish, and I'm not a Zhuangzi, but if the fish have a ghost like you, I'm afraid no one in this world can catch a fish." ”

"Alright, I'm not interested in discussing philosophy with you right now." Murong Feng waved his hand and said, "Go and find that old turtle, it's been five days, hasn't the 10,000-year-old Golden Thunder Bamboo completed its transformation yet?" ”

The sword idiot shrugged and turned away.

Soon, the old turtle who was sweating profusely was found, but as soon as this old man saw Murong Feng, he complained that in the past few days, in order to organize those demon clans to prepare for migration, he almost didn't break his old arms and legs. Just a logistical coordination problem will almost make it crazy, after all, the number of demon clans to migrate away this time can be hundreds of thousands. Even if it is handed over to the efficient Fengqi Building to deal with it, it will have to dispatch hundreds of experienced staff officers to coordinate, and now this burden is all on the old turtle, so it will naturally be busy and dizzy, how can there be any effort to care about the transformation of the 10,000-year-old golden thunder bamboo.

"I was negligent." After listening to the old turtle's complaints, Murong Feng nodded and chuckled, "I'll transfer people to help you." ”

"That couldn't be better." The old turtle didn't bother to care about Murong Feng's manpower from there, as long as he could help him share some of it.

Seeing Murong Feng casually clicking on his personal terminal, he contacted Qin Meng and asked, "How is the teleportation array built?" ”

Qin Meng immediately replied: "Everything is going well, and the adjustment can be completed in three days at most." It's just that in the past few days, there have been a lot of sneaky figures nearby, seemingly snooping on our teleportation array base. ”

Murong Feng asked calmly, "Didn't you catch a live mouth and ask about the origin?" ”

"I've caught a few live mouths." Qin Meng frowned and said: "But these people are all dead soldiers, once they see that there is no hope of escape, they will immediately commit suicide, even if they are restrained by us." Because these dead soldiers seem to have some kind of strong prohibition on them, as soon as our torture touches some secrets, these living people will immediately let these living people burn themselves to death on the spot. ”

"Oh? There is such a thing! Murong Feng raised his eyebrows, and couldn't help but think of those guys who were pretending to be the Hundred Beast Villa, because the techniques were too similar.

"Could it be that the skeletons have noticed my little movements?" Murong Feng muttered, and then ordered Qin Meng: "Raise the alert level near the teleportation array base, and I will also order the Burning Legion to send you additional manpower." From now on, anyone who is unidentified and trespasses within a hundred miles of the base will be killed, not even a single bug! ”

"Yes, Führer!" Qin Meng immediately saluted and obeyed the order.

As soon as Murong Feng finished the call with Qin Meng, he suddenly noticed a trace of strangeness, and several people present also felt the same way, and they all turned to look in the same direction.

The old turtle was the first to react and said in surprise: "That Zizhu Gong has finally completed his transformation!" ”

"Let's go and see." Murong Feng waved his hand and immediately led people to the scene.

I saw a golden giant bamboo standing tall and tall, 100 meters high, and four or five people couldn't hug it.

"Wow, it's really worthy of the 10,000-year-old golden thunder bamboo, and this appearance alone is worth the ticket price!" Murong Feng exclaimed, but it made everyone next to him embarrassed.

A golden light condensed into a figure, and I saw a handsome young man wearing a green bamboo robe come to Murong Feng, and bowed and said, "Jin Zhu has seen the king." ”

Murong Feng looked the young man up and down, and chuckled, "Seriously, I'm still used to you pretending to be an old man, but it's not bad." ”

The young man of Jinzhu smiled, although he looked young, his gestures revealed an old city.

Murong Feng raised his head and glanced up at the huge Ten Thousand Year Golden Thunder Bamboo, and said curiously, "What kind of cultivation are you now?" I can't even sense it. ”

The golden bamboo boy thought for a while before replying: "It's hard to say, it's probably between the cave realm, after all, I need to accumulate and grow slowly in the Dao of grass and tree spirits, and I have evolved into a 10,000-year-old golden thunder bamboo this time, and it's really hard to judge if I haven't fought with anyone." ”

Murong Feng nodded and asked, "Then what are your plans next?" Is it rooted here? Or do you want to continue to wander around? ”

The golden bamboo boy looked back at his own body and said with a wry smile: "With my current appearance, how dare I run around, even if I have the cultivation of the Cave Void Realm, I'm afraid that it will be an instant for those Mahayana old monsters to capture me." Therefore, I am willing to follow you in the king's way. ”

Murong Feng chuckled and said, "You are also sober, and you are not carried away by the sudden surge in cultivation. It's okay, you can work with me. Old tortoise. ”

The old turtle immediately stepped forward to receive the order, and Murong Feng ordered, "Let Jin Zhu be your deputy to share some tasks." ”

"King Xie." Jin Zhu immediately thanked him.

The old turtle naturally wished that someone would come to help, and this golden bamboo and it could not have had a fateful friendship, which was very suitable.

The two demons immediately took the order to leave, and Murong Feng returned to the makeshift bamboo house, and as soon as he sat down and drank tea, he heard someone from outside report it.

"Report to the king, there is a group of guys from the forest who call themselves the Southern Barbarian Demon Clan to ask for a meeting!" The little demon knelt down and said loudly.

"The Southern Barbarian Demon Clan?" Murong Feng was slightly surprised, and immediately reacted that this so-called Nanban was not the territory of the bald donkeys in Jinguang Temple.

"Interesting." Murong Feng groaned slightly, and then ordered, "Go and bring people in." ”

"Yes, my lord." The little demon immediately received the order, showing its original form and changing into a big bird and quickly taking off into the air.

Soon, a group of seven or eight Southern Barbarian Demon Clans were escorted to Murong Feng.

Murong Feng sat on the king's chair with a golden sword, looking down at these ragged Southern Barbarian Demon Clans, saying that it was a beggar, and it was estimated that the beggars were a hundred times better than a few of them.

"You are the Southern Barbarian Demon Clan? Why did you come all the way to the deity's territory? Murong Feng asked.

The leader was a rhinoceros spirit, and he pounced on his knees and said with tears in his eyes: "Please ask the Moon Shadow King to make decisions for us and the Southern Barbarian Demon Clan!" ”

This rhinoceros spirit had a very loud voice, and its crying could be heard for miles away, which made Murong Feng's ears buzz.

"Stop, stop, stop howling, make it clear, what's the decision for you?" Murong Feng plucked his ears and said straightly.

The rhinoceros choked a few times, and then intermittently clarified what had happened.

It turns out that this Southern Barbarian Demon Clan is self-contained, and rarely interacts with the outside world, even with the humans in Southern Xinjiang, the well water does not interfere with the river water.

But since the group of bald donkeys from southern Xinjiang built the Jinguang Temple, the contradictions between the two sides immediately intensified.

Because as soon as those bald donkeys arrived in southern Xinjiang and established their feet, they vigorously expanded and built temples, opened up land, and accepted believers.

But each of these requires a lot of money, land, and believers!

First of all, where did this believer come from? You must know that the human beings in southern Xinjiang believed in witchcraft before that group of monks came! Buddhism? I guess no one has heard of it for a few generations.

Therefore, in order to recruit believers in this uncivilized southern Xinjiang, that group of monks thought of a poisonous plan, that is, to slander the demon clan and intensify the contradictions between humans and demons, and then appeared in front of those southern Xinjiang people as saviors to preach the benefits of taking refuge in Buddhism.

Over time, more and more people believed in Buddhism.

And there are many believers, so it is natural to expand the temple, but the problem is that the money for that little incense alone will definitely not be able to build a magnificent temple complex! So where does this money come from? Of course, it's a big demon hunt and sale! But people have a louder slogan, and that is to do the right thing for heaven.

And where did the last land for building the temple come from? Needless to say, the monsters have all been caught, and the natural land is there.

I have to say that simply looking at that group of monks from the perspective of human beings, even Murong Feng has to send a capital letter.

But if you look at it from the standpoint of the Southern Barbarian Demon Clan, it is a history of blood and tears that is difficult to write.

Murong Feng finally understood why the group of monks were indifferent to the joint statement he proposed, because the abolition of demon slaves alone had deeply touched the fundamental interests of others.

"Do you mean to ask the deity to send troops to fight against the bald donkeys of the Golden Light Temple, and avenge your Southern Barbarian Demon Clan?" Murong Feng asked expressionlessly.

"That's exactly what we mean." The rhinoceros spirit immediately kowtowed like pounding garlic, and several Southern Barbarian demon clans begged loudly: "Please ask the Moon Shadow King to make the decision for us." ”

Murong Feng chuckled playfully: "You keep asking this king to be your master, so can this king be understood that when those bald donkeys are driven away, all the demon clans in this southern Xinjiang will be under the command of this king?" ”

"Uh, this ......" The rhinoceros spirit immediately stiffened, unable to answer.

"Humph!" Murong Feng snorted lightly, turned his face when he said that he would turn his face, and directly waved his big hand and said, "Beat these guys out of this king!" ”

"Yes, King!" Several fierce demon guards immediately rushed out.

"Ahh The king spares his life! The king spares his life! Listen to a small word! The rhinoceros spirit hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy.

"Say, you have one more chance left to convince this king." Murong Feng said lightly.

The rhinoceros spirit trembled and said: "Please King Mingjian, it's not that we and other Southern Barbarian Demon Clans don't know the current affairs, but that the mountains in this southern Xinjiang are high and dangerous, and the strange peaks are innumerable, and the mountain king who stands on his own mountain has not a thousand but eight hundred." And a few of us can only represent the Black Wind Jiuzhaigang among them, as for the other demon kings...... Please forgive the small powerlessness. ”

Murong Feng doesn't need to ask carefully now, he knows that this group of demon clans in Heifeng Jiuzhaigang should be the worst group of demon clans bullied by that group of bald donkeys, but because of this Nanban demon clan, they are completely scattered. Want to unite against Buddhism? It's good not to be stabbed in the back by your own people. Therefore, there is no hope of uniting with other demon clan cottages to deal with Buddhism together, so this group of demon clans has to send people all the way to Murong Feng to ask for reinforcements.

And the few demon kings of this Black Wind Jiuzhaigang are also good calculations, thinking that the wild forest is thousands of miles away from southern Xinjiang, and you can still stay in southern Xinjiang when you send troops to drive away those bald donkeys? When the time comes, whether to leave or stay, you can't look at people's faces, and if you don't get it, people will take the opportunity to turn their faces and deny the demon, and they may directly annex your soldiers and horses to strengthen themselves.

Therefore, it is no wonder that after Murong Fengyi raised the question of whether to submit to the law, the faces of these Southern Barbarian Demon Clans would be so embarrassed.

"Escort these guys down and keep them under strict guard." Murong Feng waved his hand, ignoring these Southern Barbarian Demon Clans' loud begging for mercy, and directly let people be escorted.

Seeing Murong Feng's frowning, the sword idiot who had been beside him had not spoken, so he asked, "Are you considering whether to send troops to help these Southern Barbarian Demon Clan?" ”

"Yes, I have the idea." Murong Feng shook his head and said, "But what I care more about now is those bald donkeys." ”

"Jinguang Temple?" The sword idiot was slightly surprised.

"Exactly." Murong Feng nodded and said: "After all, I have touched the bottom line of others this time, and the so-called cutting off people's wealth is like killing parents." Once the abolition of demon slaves is really succeeded by me, I'm afraid those bald donkeys will definitely not be able to sit still for the first time. ”

The sword idiot shook his head and said, "It is estimated that people can't sit still now." You also don't look at how many forces have extended olive branches to you in recent days. ”

"That's because of the trend of profit, but also because I have shown enough strength." Murong Feng said calmly: "If I show a little timidity, it will not be the situation I am now. ”

The sword idiot didn't want to delve into this girl on this issue, so he changed his tone and asked, "Then what are you going to do?" Do you want to take advantage of the fact that the Jinguang Temple has not yet started to attack the grass and eradicate the roots? ”

Murong Feng was slightly surprised, stared at the sword idiot, as if he had reacquainted with him, and said in surprise: "I didn't expect you to be such a person, I didn't see it before." Okay, after a few days by my side, I learned to cut the grass and eradicate the roots. ”

The sword idiot said with a black line on his face: "This is called the red of the close Zhu and the black of the ink, and I have been damaged by you." ”

Murong Feng smiled proudly, not ashamed at all, and said: "Since you think that you should strike first, then I will give you 10,000 troops, do you dare to destroy the Golden Light Temple for this king?" ”

The sword idiot twitched the corners of his mouth and snorted: "Why don't you dare!" But the question is, where did you get me 10,000 troops? Don't tell me it's those demon cannon fodder who can't even gather and queue up. ”

"Huh! You can rest assured, this army of 10,000 is guaranteed to be elite! Murong Feng laughed, and then said with a grim face: "But except for those bald donkeys who are in the way, I want to see that all the demon clans in the entire southern Xinjiang from now on will only respect me alone!" ”