Big Devil: Starting from refining flying zombies

Chapter 40
"What, the thieves actually relied on a mechanism puppet to come straight to the main gate of my great general's mansion, and all those who blocked them were turned into powder?"

The middle-aged scribe in the courtyard slammed his palm on the stone table, and the thick and tough table was split in two in an instant.

"Where is Captain Zhao, why don't you come to see me?"

"Responding to my lord, Captain Zhao... took the lead and was killed by the bandits before the battle!"

The person who came to report the situation of the battle was Captain Zhao's deputy, who was also standing in the yard tremblingly with his hands tied, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"That is to say, you didn't even see the thief's face, so you were beaten so helplessly that you could only report back like a bereaved dog?"

The eyes of the middle-aged scribe were like poisonous snakes, and the scalp of the person who reported the sting was numb, before he had time to beg for mercy.

A ferocious ghost hand got out from the former's wide sleeve, flew out, and clasped the deputy's face.

Accompanied by a greedy sucking sound, the deputy's strong body turned into a withered corpse, and fell to the ground with a "click".

And that ghost hand climbed down from the corpse like a poisonous python, and quickly slipped back into the wide sleeve of the middle-aged scribe.

This caused a strange blush to appear on his face, as if he had taken a tonic.

"Although the Iron Armored Guards are useless, it also proves that the three opponents who are suspected to be cultivators are not easy to get along with. I really don't know where they came from. My General's Mansion only targets the courts of the world, but it has never been with them. Cultivators are the enemy."

"To be on the safe side, I have to ask the prince for instructions this time."

"The lord has been sacrificially refining that spiritual weapon for several months, and he can't get rid of it. Otherwise, there will definitely not be rumors that the lord is afraid of thieves, and it is even more impossible for thieves to come to his door."

"Don't miss a big deal this time!"

"Hey, but on the other hand, it's an opportunity for me personally, maybe I can get some benefits..."

The middle-aged scribe stood up while thinking about everything in his heart, walked out of the courtyard quickly, and walked through the complicated corridors in the mansion.

The rules in the mansion were extremely strict, and the maids and servants they met along the way kowtowed to their knees, but the middle-aged scribes didn't respond to these mortals at all.

He walked to the deepest part of the general's mansion on his own, and those kneeling people dared to climb up cautiously until he was far away.

In the secluded courtyard at the deepest part of the General's Mansion, there was not a single servant to take care of him.

The emerald bamboos planted outside the screen wall were clearly transplanted and planted just a few days ago, judging from the traces of the soil.

But for some unknown reason, more than half of it had withered and browned.

Bursts of piercing wind gushed out from the courtyard, accompanied by strange and shrill whistling sounds, which made people shudder.

I saw the middle-aged scribe standing outside the courtyard, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he explained the situation to the inside.

After a while, a tall man in fine clothes came out from the darkness. The wide eaves cast a large shadow, covering his upper body, making his face unclear.
"That treasure can be refined today by Gu. It's just a coincidence that a few clowns come here. It's a pity that they will soon become the first batch of dead souls of Gu Xue Sacrifice Spirit Artifact!"

"So, my brother can rest assured."

"In recent years, in order to practice kung fu, the emperor has been dissatisfied with Gu, so this time there will be no enshrining from Yan Kingdom..."

"Go ahead, hold them back, and promise you benefits, Gudu will remember..."

"Brother, what did you say? If you hadn't discovered that I have spiritual roots, granted me the fate of immortality, and condescended to worship me, I'm afraid I would still be dying in the Jianghu!"

"Besides, if my younger brother breaks through to the late stage of Qi training, then the strength of our Great General's Mansion will also be improved to a higher level."

"Since King Yan is disregarding brotherhood this time, the eldest brother must have made up his mind. The position of King Yan... Hehehe, it will be yours sooner or later."

The middle-aged scribe humbly flattered his mouth, but his eyes flickered strangely. Thinking of the secret technique of harvesting and nourishing, he was also envious for a long time.

With it, the later stage of Qi training will no longer be a bottleneck, and he will also gain even more terrifying and powerful power.

Compared with those mortals who are as small as dust, it is another step higher.

And Yan Wuxie didn't respond to the seductive proposal of the middle-aged scribe, but he didn't reprimand him for being rebellious, but the corners of his mouth curled up, and he retreated silently into the depths of darkness.

……

Outside the mansion, the powerful super tank carried the three of Liang Xiao and the three of them. Along the way, the blocking forces they encountered became weaker and weaker.

Soon, the tank turned a street corner and came to an unusually wide street. At the end of the street was the majestic Grand General's Mansion.

"Isn't that Yan Wuxie's residence over there? It's really extravagant, but today his good days are coming to an end."

Qin Long stepped out of the tank, stood on the turret with his sword pressed, and watched from afar.

The tank's main gun slightly adjusted its angle, and after the loader finished loading, Pandora pressed the trigger button, and a shell landed at the gate of the mansion with the sound of wind and thunder.

Without any accidents, it suddenly turned into ruins, just like the journey along the way.

Accompanied by the tank, it stopped in front of the general's mansion.

Liang Xiao and Pandora also stepped out of the tank and stood side by side with Qin Long.

In the mortal country with the background of Xianxia, ​​not everyone can feel the special experience of killing people with modern tanks.

But in the next battle, it is estimated that this bulky tank will not be so suitable.

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!
Sure enough, in the smoke and dust of the ruins of the mansion, a middle-aged man dressed as a scribe, with a half-hearted smile on his face, clapped his hands and applauded, and slowly approached.

Immediately, Pandora's eyes showed a gleam of red light, and she was about to charge up with one wing, but was stopped by Liang Xiao.

"It seems that Yan Wuxie is not the only cultivator in this general's mansion. Before killing the Lord, he thoughtfully prepared a set of appetizers for us, which made my hands itchy."

The corner of Liang Xiao's mouth twitched, and he smiled at Qin Long. Thinking of a magic weapon he had newly sacrificed, he unexpectedly had a trace of fighting spirit.

After all, he didn't want to become a simple summoner whose fighting skills were degrading day by day, that would be very dangerous.

From time to time, only by honing one's fighting skills can one go further on the road of comprehension.

"Fellow daoists, with extraordinary means, but why are they attacking my Great General's Mansion with great fanfare?"

The middle-aged scribes didn't rush to do anything, but started talking instead.

He focused on the huge tank, and he couldn't help showing a hint of confusion in his eyes. Was it this thing that killed the armored guards?

But he didn't feel the slightest aura fluctuation from above at all, he was completely mortal.

It's so weird!

"Jie Jie Jie, I want to kill Yan Wuxie, do I need to give you a reason?"

"If you have to say it, it's that he deserves to die!"

After Liang Xiao finished laughing, he also felt quite weird.

Especially Qin Long's gaze made him a little embarrassed.

I thought that since I took in the old ghost of Taoist Baijie, I have acquired some bad habits, such as the laughter and speaking style of this villain.

Fortunately, the old ghost still quibbles, saying that they are all masters of the Ten Thousand Devils' Nest.

On the other hand, the middle-aged scholar, hearing Liang Xiao's strange and bloodthirsty tone, felt even more dignified in his heart, and did not dare to underestimate him.

Since the defeat of Tianyang Mountain 400 years ago, in the territory of Yan Kingdom, the magic way has flourished.

Those who dare to speak like this are probably not good at it.

(End of this chapter)