A heavy palace pavilion is full of smoke, rare birds hovering in the sky, and strange beasts lingering on the ground, although it is only a small mine supervisor yamen in the Western Heavenly Court, all the buildings and furnishings can be called extravagant, and every brick and tile in the mortal world can be called a treasure.

A team of heavenly soldiers flapping their black wings suspended in the air, these heavenly soldiers with a pair of wings on their backs should be the lowest layer of the heavenly soldiers, their faces are expressionless, their eyes are obscure, they are clearly the posture of a venerable puppet, and the breath is not strong, which can be the level of having the power of a catastrophe.

However, the Heavenly Soldiers of the Power of One Tribulation had already suppressed the realm of the sects and the high-level people present, and the aura emitted by tens of thousands of Heavenly Soldiers was like a tsunami, sweeping in waves, forcing the monks present to look gloomy and their bodies couldn't help but tremble.

Not to mention that the lair of the Underworld Horn Clan was directly suspended in the sky above the Yamen of the Canglan Mountain Mine Supervisor, and hundreds of terrifying Underworld Horn warriors stood condescendingly in the air, overlooking the countless monks below.

In the Wuliang Mountains, Canglan Mountain is also a very important mountain system, so the Stygian Horn Clan has also specially transferred a nest to sit in the town to deter all the monks who pay tribute.

"Do cannons hit mosquitoes!" Chu Tian looked at the nest that exuded an evil aura and pouted with a sneer.

Such a dark horn nest with a diameter of more than 100,000 li is enough to stir up a world like the Heavenly Land World into a bloody storm, and in this sect in the Canglan Mountain, it is estimated that there is not even a master of the 'Heaven and Man Realm', where is there a need to put such a scene?

Bad taste, these guys from the Underworld Clan are really a bit too arrogant!

There is no need for them to come forward at all, just those low-level heavenly soldiers with the weakest strength, a random person is enough to sweep away the many monks present, where can these monks afford to make a little wave?

Or was it not for the monks at all?

The appearance of these Underworld Horn Clansmen with such fanfare is probably a demonstration to some people in the Heavenly Court? The Western Heavenly Court and the Southern Heavenly Court are quite interesting.

In front of a large hall in the middle of the mine supervisor's yamen, a hundred cases were placed on the huge square, and a hundred small officials from the mine supervisor's yamen sat behind the cases, looking at the countless monks who slowly gathered with expressionless faces.

At first, the representatives of those sects, according to the size of the sect's power, one by one the representatives of the sect stepped forward with gloomy faces, and reported the sect from which they were born, and the little officials found out the number of tributes that their sect should pay in the thick case file, and the representatives of the sect handed the small officials a super-large capacity bracelet or other storage vessels.

It often took a quarter of an hour for these servants to take a good inventory of the resources stored in them. Once the inventory was correct, these officials said coldly, 'It's okay', and casually stamped a seal on the back of a certain sect on the case file, which proved that this sect had completed the first hundred years of tribute.

When the representatives of these sects left, their faces were extremely ugly.

That expression, like a small rich man with assets, was inexplicably walking on the street and was robbed by someone blocking the road and robbing most of his wealth, how ugly the appearance is, how ugly it is.

Think about it, although these little officials of the Heavenly Court have lowly priesthoods, they are all cultivators who have cultivated and ascended to the Heavenly Court, and all of them have the cultivation of the power of the least one calamity, how powerful are their divine thoughts? Once their divine thoughts are swept out, they can at least cover a radius of thousands of miles, and any wind and grass in this radius cannot hide from them.

With their divine cultivation, it would take more than a quarter of an hour to count the total amount of resources offered by a sect, which shows how huge the resources that these sects were ordered to pay.

Come to think of it, the area of the mountain gate occupied by the sect is huge, and there are many disciples in the sect, how can the total amount of resources they need to pay be a thousand times or ten thousand times that of Chutian, right?

Chu Tian looked at the representatives of the sect who had completed the tribute, and couldn't help but exclaim a few times.

High in the sky, those warriors of the Underworld Clan continued to talk and gossip, and they deliberately amplified their voices, so that all the monks present and all the Heavenly Court officials of the Mine Supervisor Yamen heard their mocking words.

"Haha, it's so refreshing, you don't have to do it yourself, someone has donated countless resources, hahaha!"

"Isn't it? It's really not so easy, these officials of the heavenly court are as obedient as dogs, obediently count and measure us, and finally obediently dedicate them to us!"

"Haha, brothers, you say, will anyone fail to pay tribute?"

"There should be, right? If not, wouldn't it be too boring? Hehe, it's better to have one now, I'm going to tear him raw and feed him to the dogs! Hey, it's better to have one now!"

At the entrance of the main hall in the middle of the mine supervisor's yamen, 'Hu Dali', who was sitting on a big chair, rolled his eyes, he looked up at these arrogant Hades Horn clansmen, and snorted weakly: "What are you doing? Speed up the inventory, and don't make any mistakes...... Don't delay the time of all the masters of the underworld, drink the wind and drink the dew here, will you live soon?"

The warriors of the Underhorn clan couldn't stop laughing, and the small officials took a deep breath, and at the same time accelerated the efficiency of the inventory.

It's just that the amount of resources is too huge, and speeding up the efficiency of the inventory is to increase the loss of divine thoughts. Chu Tian saw that among these little officials, several of them were obviously just promoted and had not yet become strong in cultivation, and after counting the tributes paid by more than a dozen sects, a profuse sweat had already appeared on his forehead.

These officials' divine thoughts had obviously been consumed a lot, and they had to take out the elixirs that supplemented their divine thoughts and took them, but the efficiency of the inventory was inevitably much slower.

There are nearly 10,000 large and small sects in the vast Canglan Mountain system, and the number of scattered cultivators is an astonishing number. In addition, there are countless large and small settlements similar to the city-states, which are also prescribed by the Stygian Horn as a tribute.

Although the mine supervisor Yamen sent a hundred small officials to be responsible for counting and counting, Chu Tian secretly observed that it would not take more than half a year to complete the inventory of the entire Canglan Mountains for a hundred years.

Although Chu Tian had already come early, there were sect representatives and scattered cultivators who had arrived earlier before him, looking at this grinding posture, there was not half a month, and it was not Chu Tian's turn to pay the tribute this time.

Helplessly, Chu Tian's eyes closed, his body slowly moved forward with the team, and all his essence and spirit were used to comprehend the mystery of the Yin and Yang Five Elements Creation Divine Egg in the Furnace of Heaven and Earth.

Chu Tian always felt that these seven divine eggs should be of special use, and if they were simply allowed to refine them in the Heaven and Earth Furnace, it would be a real waste.

Time passed day by day, and after more than half a month, Chu Tian finally stood in front of the case.

The little official behind the case snorted weakly: "The gossip real people in the Gossip Valley? Eh, eh, take out your tribute!"