Dazhen Holy Court, Hades, Great Qin City, Zhongyi Yang Palace!

"Do you want to seek an official position in Dazhen?" the zombie Yan Chuan said lightly.

"Yes!" Hua Desolate smiled.

Full of sideways glances.

"What official are you asking for?" the zombie Yan Chuan said curiously.

"I don't want an official rank, I don't want a knighthood, I want the position of the commander of the Dazhen Legion!" Hua Desolate said affirmatively.

Legion Commander?

In the main hall, the ministers were suddenly surprised again, what a big breath!

Although it is only a number, it is of great significance in Dazhen, you know, the entire Dazhen is now only seven legion commanders. Although the officials are different, each of them is valued by the Holy King!

"Legion Commander, ha, what can you do to be the commander of the Great Zhen Legion?" Yan Chuan asked with a smile.

"This is my resume!" turned desolate and took out a piece of jade slip.

Suddenly, a servant handed it over.

Yan Chuan read with a hint of curiosity. Looking at it, Yan Chuan's expression moved slightly.

"Descendants of saints?" Yan Chuan said curiously.

Suddenly, above the court, countless officials looked sideways again. Because this is not only a question of personal responsibility, but also a political problem. When the descendants of the saints become courtiers, are they not in alliance with the saints?

Yan Chuan smiled faintly and threw the jade slip back.

"Not enough!" Yan Chuan shook his head.

The desolation was slightly stunned. Because of the desolation, there was no trace of excitement in Yan Chuan's eyes, the old ancestor was a saint, and Yan Chuan's eyes seemed to not care about the saint.

However, Hua Desolation has a strong psychology after all, and instead of resenting Yan Chuan, there is more appreciation in his eyes. Be satisfied with your choice.

"I know that Da Zhen is fierce with the army, if he doesn't take care of recruiting ghost soldiers, he may have hit the capital of the two dynasties at this moment, Da Zhen is in urgent need of ghost soldiers, and he is not talented, there are 10,000 necromantic retinues, both civil and military, and all the talents of the city lord. It was assigned to me by the Lower Ancestor back then, and I can provide the Great Zhen as soon as possible, so that the Holy King can manage the Ten Thousand Ghost Territory as soon as possible!" said Hua Desolate and solemnly.

10,000 City Lords?

In the main hall, the ministers were suddenly surprised.

You must know that the biggest trouble in the underworld is not to send troops, but to manage the Quartet. The conflict between living beings and dead souls, although there are many living beings in the underworld, they are naturally incomparable to the number of dead souls. empty

If there are 10,000 city lords, the speed of the four-way war will definitely increase several times.

Everyone looked at Yan Chuan.

"Not enough!" Yan Chuan said lightly.

Hua desolate raised his eyebrows, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, after all, he brought so many benefits, it was not enough to change the commander of the legion?

Not enough, Hua Desolation did not get angry, thought for a while in his eyes, and said again: "I can persuade the Phantom Divine King to surrender, the worst thing is to let the Phantom Divine King retreat from the Ten Thousand Ghost Territory!"

"Oh?" Yan Chuan's expression finally moved.

Persuade to surrender once?

Even if he turns into a desolate body, it is impossible for a holy king to be willing to give up his own country?

Isn't this a matter of physical integrity, turning desolation into desolation to show your ability?

Yan Chuan looks at people, and the first thing is ability! Most of the commanders of the major army were recognized by Yan Chuan only when they reached their ability. If this can be the case, this desolation will indeed have the power to shock the world.

"Okay, I asked Meng Tian to stop sending troops, if you can persuade the Divine King to surrender, I will allow you to be the commander of the Eighth Legion!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

This is also Yan Chuan's official recognition of desolation, whether he can become the commander of the legion or not, he is recognized. At least desolation has that spirit.

"Thank you, Holy King!" said with a long breath and a smile.

Yan Chuan nodded.

"In addition, the minister has something to offer to the Holy King!" said Hua Desolate with a smile.

"Oh?" Yan Chuan showed a hint of surprise.

Before he was sealed, he began to bribe the king?

Looking at the desolation, a hint of amusement flashed in Yan Chuan's eyes!

"Kuang!"

The desolate probe took out a huge coffin.

Yan Chuan's expression moved.

"The minister has seen some of the information of Dazhen, and knows that the magic weapon of the Holy King is the ancient immortal weapon 'Burial Heaven Bronze Coffin', which is very coincidental, when my ancestor got a bite by chance, and then rewarded it to the minister, today he borrowed flowers to offer the Buddha! Dedicated to the Holy King, I hope that the Holy King will take Dazhen to advance to the heavenly court as soon as possible!"

Burial of the bronze coffin?

Yan Chuan's expression moved slightly, and then he looked at Hua Desolation and said, "Are you so sure that Da Zhen can advance to Heavenly Court?"

"Yes, that's why the minister came!" Hua Desolation said with great certainty.

Look at the desolation, the eyes are slightly narrowed.

Yan Chuan had already seen the courage to turn into desolation, and with such a strong position, he was actually willing to enter the Holy Court as a minister?

Judging from the degree of refining of the bronze coffin of the burial sky, it is obvious that a lot has been refined. It should be a commonly used magic weapon, and it is actually said to be sent?

With such a bearing and such courage, there are very few in Dazhen.

If the ability can really be as he said, then Dazhen has really picked up a treasure this time.

Yan Chuan made a move.

"Buzz!"

The bronze coffin of the burial sky suddenly burst into a burst of blue light, and suddenly there was a ripple. Then he slowly flew towards Yan Chuan's palm.

A look of surprise appeared on Hua Desolate's face.

Because Yan Chuan's beckoning, he actually erased his own mark, and at a terrifying speed, he completely refined it?

No, this is not only refining, but as if this was originally Yan Chuan's, you know, this hand, even your own ancestor can't be so perfect, right?

The Burial Heaven Bronze Coffin flew towards Yan Chuan, Yan Chuan flicked his sleeves, and the Burial Heaven Bronze Coffin suddenly disappeared.

"I didn't want to accept the courtier's gift, but this burial bronze coffin is extremely important to me, I accepted this gift, I promise, I will not return you an ancestral immortal weapon in the future!" Yan Chuan said solemnly.

"Yes, King Xie Sheng!" said with a desolate smile.

Yan Chuan made a promise of a thousand gold, and it is clear that he will be desolate, and more importantly, Yan Chuan has received a gift, and the so-called short-handed ............ take people.

Yan Chuan nodded.

After the next dynasty, the courtiers could not calm down for a long time.

Successful buyer?

Of course, everyone can see that the desolate buying of officials is not a body, subordinates, or gifts, but what really makes the Holy King take a fancy to it, or is it the ability, buying the official with ability?

Some people are envious, but what's the use of envy? I am not so bold.

Outside the palace, there are also subordinates waiting to turn into desolation.

After getting the news of the court meeting in the Central Palace, the subordinates were suddenly at a loss.

"Childe, you are too self-conscious, you have paid so much to get a chance to become the commander of the Eighth Legion, just a chance? I don't think it's worth it! What is so good about Dazhen?" a subordinate was unwilling.

Hua desolate shook his head and said: "There are some things that you don't understand, and also, from now on, I am also an official of Dazhen, and in the future, I don't want to hear you belittle Dazhen!"

"Yes!" everyone could only be helpless for a while.

Turning around, he turned into desolation and looked at the Zhongyan Yang Hall in the distance and took a deep breath.

"Isn't it worth it? No, I will never be wrong when I turn desolation!"

"Let's go!" cried out to the desolation.

"Where are you going?" the subordinates said blankly.

"Go to the capital of the Sacred Court, I'm going to see the Divine King!" said in a desolate voice.

"Ahh

Front. Mengtian's Chinese army camp.

A group of soldiers stood respectfully.

"Boss, we are ready, Master Li Si has also recruited enough talents, when will we send troops!"

"Yes, boss, I'm already hungry for my big gun!"

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A group of soldiers rubbed their hands, waiting for Meng Tian's order.

Meng Tian looked at everyone with a smile, and was about to say something.

"The Divine Decree has arrived!"

There was a shout from the outside world, which immediately interrupted everyone.

Meng Tian immediately stepped out of the queue and greeted him with a group of generals.

Soon, a eunuch entered.

"Minister Meng Tian, meet the Holy King, long live the Holy King, long live Long live!" Meng Tian saluted.

"Lord Meng doesn't need to be like this, hehe, the old slave is just here to pass on a message!" the eunuch said politely.

"There is a decree from the Holy Heavens, cut down the army of the Holy Court, and stop advancing!" said the eunuch reader.

"Huh?" the generals looked at the eunuch in surprise.

"Obey the order!" Meng Tian took the holy order.

"The Holy King knows that Lord Meng will be confused, so he asked me to bring you a secret letter! The eunuch handed out another letter.

Meng Tian looked at it quickly.

"Oh, turn into desolation?" Meng Tian showed a hint of surprise—

Ten Thousand Ghost Territory, Liluo City, Xingluo Chess Hall.

Xingluo Chess Hall is a large chess hall, surrounded by carved railings and paintings, the environment is extremely elegant, and there are chessboards in the pavilions everywhere, which is convenient for some chess lovers to come and play chess.

There are also a lot of games where some other people can bet on the winners and losers of some players.

In one of the halls of the Chess Pavilion.

A woman is drinking tea.

The woman's appearance is extremely beautiful from the left side, but on the right half of her face, there is a long scar, which affects the beauty of the whole person, and looks slightly hideous.

The woman sat on a chair, drank tea, looked at a portrait hanging on the wall, and looked at it, as if she was crazy.

In the portrait, it is the commander of the second army of Dazhen, Yifeng.

"Pavilion master, hall owner, no, someone is coming to kick the hall!" said anxiously a maid running outside the hall.

When the maid came in, the woman turned her hand and immediately lifted the portrait on the wall against the wall, as if this painting could only be admired by herself.

"What's going on?" the woman's face sank.

"I don't know, since three days ago, there has been an extremely powerful chess player, who has been winning, has been winning, and not long after, it is even more arrogant against ten! The entire Xingluo chess hall is in a commotion, and the other chess players are not playing, all of them go to watch the man play chess!" The maid said anxiously.

"One to ten, who dares to come to my Xingluo Chess Hall to make trouble?" the woman suddenly glared in her eyes and stood up.

"I don't know, this person won the chess, and he didn't want the fairy stones, and he threw them all in, and said that if anyone can win him, all the fairy stones will belong to that person. But no one can win! he keeps win!" said the maid.

"Oh?"

"By the way, the Liluo Chess Saint and the Tianyuan Chess Saint are here! They know that someone is coming to kick the gym, so they arrived early! The two chess masters are very enthusiastic about the hall owner!" said the maid immediately.

"Hmph, enthusiastic, come, come, go, let's see!" said the woman.