Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Chapter 132 Returning to Daqin Shimen Changes
"There's no need to put on a pose, you and I both know that I want to leave, but you can't stay!"

Zhao Wen's tone was extremely confident. Even if Xingyunbu couldn't leave, he could still enter the stone gate. Now that the task has been completed, let alone only three, he wouldn't care if all the practitioners from a country came.

"I owe a favor, so I came here to help people purchase some supplies, mobilize all your forces that can be mobilized, I will ask for as much as I can produce within three days, if it delays my business, I, Maoshan, have the method of refining corpses of!"

"If you think these dozens of zombies are too weak, you can try!"

In three days, even if the strength of dozens of zombies has been reduced, it will not be reduced much. In addition to the threat of the method of refining corpses, Zhao Wen never believes that the other party will still have time and energy to plot against him.

"Threatening the lives of ordinary people, this is the attitude of your disciples of the famous Maoshan school!" The old monk's breath was extremely cold, and the corners of his mouth were even bleeding.

"If the world is at the end of the law today, the disciples of the famous sects have nothing to do. I am not even twenty years old, but I have already cultivated to the point where I can't make progress. In the future, I can only go to the underworld to be a shackles, and manage you magicians of all three religions and nine streams. !"

"Since there is no hope for cultivation, why don't you allow me to have some fun for myself and say hello to you in advance!"

"Pfft!"

A bloody arrow spurted out, the truth is the most hurtful, but the old monk also knows that Zhao Wenzhen did not lie to himself, he will never get a bad job in his whole life of cultivation, but Maoshan disciples like Zhao Wen have a job waiting for a long time ago to take over.

This kind of position that I can't even ask for, people still look disgusted.

As soon as the blood arrow was spit out, the old monk's face changed instantly. He grabbed it out, and the blood just spit out was caught in his hand and swallowed again. At the same time, he looked at Zhao Wen vigilantly.

After confirming that there was no trace of blood left outside, he breathed a sigh of relief. There are countless spells in Maoshan, and if his own blood leaks outside, it can be fatal if he is not careful.

"Amitabha, I open and close the door of Dongying, and the benefactor will come to purchase, and naturally he will not return disappointed. The old monk is leaving!" Thinking of the Qing Dynasty's seclusion, the old monk couldn't help but sarcasm before leaving.

Seeing the three of them salute and leave, Zhao Wen said with disappointment in his tone: "So it's fine, I thought you would continue to trouble me!"

The corner of the old monk's mouth twitched, and he couldn't help leaving a little faster.

A disciple of a famous sect is still a disciple of a famous sect who has no taboos. More importantly, this disciple has cultivated to the limit of the current world.

Unless the seniors who have been unable to retreat before the end of the world are invited to act, otherwise such a character is invincible in the current cultivation world.

If the two parties have unresolvable hatred or blood debts and so on, and they will not stop dying, and they will only find trouble with Dongpu. It is nothing to ask these seniors to take action.

But Zhao Wen is obviously a little Taoist priest who has just graduated from the school, but after being provoked, he threw out his hole cards without any taboos. Such a thing should also be done by the seniors who suppressed the national destiny. They really think that these seniors have no temper.

Moreover, these seniors often only have one chance to make a move, which must be used at the most critical moment. It is simply a huge waste to waste it on a little Taoist priest like the second generation ancestor.

Just thinking that this time the dumb loses to Dongpu, the old monk felt extremely depressed in his heart. Looking at the brutal roaring zombie in the distance, he rushed straight to fight into a ball with a loud roar.

For the next three days, there was constant roaring and fighting in Dongying Capital, but they all avoided the hotel where Zhao Wen lived, which made Zhao Wen less lively to watch at close range.

It wasn't until the fourth day that Zhao Wen came to the warehouse rented by the trading company with a relaxed expression, asked everyone to wait outside, and entered the warehouse by himself.

After waiting for several hours, there was still no sound in the warehouse. Several people from the trading company, who had seen Zhao Wen's fearful face, bravely pushed open the warehouse door, looked at the empty warehouse inside, and immediately knelt down and wailed.

Stepping into the passage, the passage on the wall behind him disappeared, and the Shimen space began to expand rapidly again, and at the same time a message was transmitted to Zhao Wen's mind.

"So I'm only a first-level life now!"

Although he was sighing in his mouth, there was an unconcealable joy in his eyes.

This time, his strength in the world of Mr. Zombie has greatly improved. Although he has not broken through to the foundation building state, it is because the cultivation environment of the whole world has declined after all, not because Zhao Wen cannot break through.

It's just the limit of foundation building, but it also made Zhao Wen's life level break through to the first level.

The biggest benefit of a first-level life is that it can choose one of the three worlds that appear each time, and fix the stone gate to form a world passageway between them.

Thinking of the soldiers and horses of the Great Qin World rushing into each world, and the black dragon flag flying in different worlds, Zhao Wen couldn't help but feel excited.

Looking at the formation that Shimen passed to him just now in his mind, when the formation is activated in the two worlds at the same time, the two worlds will be connected until they are completely merged into a new world.

It was just these two new changes that almost made Zhao Wen laugh out loud.

Now his biggest dissatisfaction with the Great Qin World is that the population is too small, making many of his goals completely like a mirror image.

Among other things, it's just a problem of literacy. Even though he knows that many officials don't have Daqin in their hearts, Zhao Wen doesn't have enough backup officials to replace them.

He could defeat the Xiongnu with his troops, but after the defeat, he would grab some slaves and some livestock, and still have to withdraw, because the current Great Qin did not occupy the population of the grassland at all.

It’s just the number of people, which restricts Zhao Wen to death, but it takes at least [-] years for a mature man to grow up, and there is no development of tens or hundreds of years. Even if Zhao Wen has Shimen, he can bring a lot of people from the mission world. The materials are of no use.

But now, it is completely different. Zhao Wen's face is full of ecstasy when he thinks of the three worlds that have appeared this time, the first world of the Great Tomorrow and the Legend of the Condor Heroes of the Song Dynasty that he has not yet entered.

Glancing at the stone gate, there are piles of various ironware and armors, and dozens of huge golden coffins. On top of these things, there are dense figures of people.

The number of top talents brought back this time is quite a lot, but after glancing at the images of these people, Zhao Wen shook his head lightly.

The body, hair and skin should not be damaged by their parents. This is the teaching of the sages. Unfilial piety is definitely a serious crime in this era. These people must not appear in front of the public before their hair grows.

(End of this chapter)