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Chapter 197: Hundreds of Kingdoms in the Western Regions, the Crying Old Man Attacks (Please subscribe)

"Tell me, what is your request!"

Su Yi slowly spit out four words: "Hundred Kingdoms in the Western Region."

"I want information from hundreds of countries in the Western Region."

"Hundred countries in the Western Region!" Qu Jiuniang said in a long voice, staring at Su Yi with her beautiful eyes;
"This information is simple, you can just give me another 2000 taels." Qu Jiuniang smiled as brightly as a flower, her eyes were bright, and she rubbed her thumb and index finger together, making them look like gems.

Su Yi said nothing and looked at her faintly.

Although he was not short of money, he didn't want to be taken advantage of.

The information he asked was the most basic information and could be collected within a short time.

At most, Qu Jiuniang is more detailed here.

Seeing that Su Yi was not fooled, Qu Jiuniang waved her hand and said, "Okay, 100 taels is 100 taels."

"Just the most basic information."

Su Yi nodded and motioned for her to continue.

"The Western Region is known as the Hundred Kingdoms, but there are only a few truly big countries."

"Except for Haller, who is under the control of the Crying Old Man, the country supported by Tianyuanhai is relatively strong."

She knew this information by heart. After all, she was making a living in the Western Region, so local snakes had to pay attention.

"Tianyuanhai?" Su Yi asked differently.

He has a good relationship with the little fox, but he is still wary of the demon clan. There is no mention of the demon clan in the original work.

"They also founded a country?"

"Yes, after all, the human race is powerful now, and the demon race is safe and sound hiding in the secret cave. But after all, we still need to practice, so it is inevitable to support an ancient country to collect heavenly materials and earthly treasures."

"Besides, we are in the Western Region, and people with great heights also have to take care of the three demon kings of the demon clan."

Su Yi nodded, yes, after all, it was a real world. From Meng Qi's perspective, it only showed less than one billionth of it.

"And please don't interrupt me!" Qu Jiuniang said dissatisfied.

"As for Shura Temple, Daisetsuzan, and Kongo Temple, there is no country that supports them."

"Some countries, others are more like cities than countries, and some are not even as big as a small town in the Central Plains,"

"The original pattern of the Western Region was that the major races fought against each other."

"There are thousands of tribes in the Western Region, and they form an "army" of several thousand people."

"Later, some people also learned from the Central Plains, annexing dozens of tribes, absorbing dragon energy, and establishing a so-called country on their own. Then the intensity of their attacks became even greater."

"In the past few hundred years, the major races have fought against each other, and the races that frequently destroyed the country have been absorbed into new countries. The cycle continues again and again, and today's Hundred Kingdoms of the Western Regions have been formed."

Su Yi said: "I want to find a safer country, not too strong, but not too weak either."

Qu Jiuniang looked Su Yi up and down: "Why do you want to learn how to cry for the old man and practice with the help of humanity?"

"Although the effect is good, there are too many troubles."

"After all, a country is not that easy to control."

Su Yi smiled slightly: "I am confident!"

The crying old man can control a country, so why can't he?

He chose not a big country, but a small country with a city. With his trump card, he could sweep away all resistance and re-establish the rules.

When the time comes, the wretchedness will grow for a while, and then we can change the world!

First rule the countries in the Western Region.

Then go south to conquer the Southern Wilderness, and finally go north to set up an army in the Central Plains.

Finally conquer the grassland and become the Khan of Heaven!

Of course this is just an ideal state.

Apart from anything else, the many demon cultivators in Guangbo Mi were enough to worry Su Yi.

Most of them offended the great religion, or did something harmful to the world, or betrayed the great religion, or used magic techniques to break through.

Although this place lacks vitality and produces few heavenly materials and earthly treasures, most of the monks who hide here have difficulty making progress.

But over time, this is also a considerable force.

"I want to find a country similar to Halle, preferably where the power is controlled by the national master,"

In addition to the king, the national preceptor can also mobilize part of the human dragon energy, especially when the national preceptor truly controls the lifeblood of a country.

When you use the authority of a national advisor to formulate rules and issue orders, you will naturally become the real controller of a country.

National Preceptor or King are just names. Humanity, Dragon Qi and Power of All Living Beings only recognize the person who is truly in charge of the country.

"Then how powerful the country you want is, you have to give it a range."

After Su Yi looked Jiuniang up and down, he said, "You don't have to be too strong. The strongest person among them should be about the same as you." There was a cold light in Jiuniang's eyes, which was quite unkind.

What do you mean, are you saying that I am weak?

Although she, Bixia Yuanjun, is not ranked high in the Immortal Trail, she is at least a top-notch expert in outdoor scenes, and she cannot compare with the weak.

A tic-tac-toe appeared on her forehead.

But out of professional ethics, he still told Su Yi a place name.

.........

"Boom!"

Not far from the first house in the Hanhai, there was a huge storm sweeping across the entire Hanhai.

"Cry old man."

"I'll go to your uncle!"

"This is my mother's inn, don't even think about touching it!" Jiuniang was already in a bad mood, so her majestic mana surged out and turned into a layer of light to protect Hanhai's first family.

Su Yi can see through the window.

Outside the light shield, countless winds and sands rolled up, and there were flying sand and rocks in a radius of hundreds of miles.

Blocking out the sky and the sun, it was like a massive sandstorm coming in level [-].

The oasis at the foot of the mountain withered in an instant, and the cattle and sheep herders stood frozen one by one, like mummified corpses.

"Huo, the earth is shaking and the mountains are shaking!" Su Yi clicked his tongue in surprise.

This is the first time I’ve seen such a master take action!
With the top of the small mountain as the core, the gravel is like a dragon, covering the sky and the sun, rolling into the sky in circles, as if the most terrifying sandstorm is coming.

And in the swirling hurricane of sand, there are faint black shadows, they are twisted, shapeless, dark, and screaming shrill, they keep rushing towards the peak.

This is exactly the "Evil Ghost Killing" of the "Eighteen Beats of Wronged Souls" inspired by the crying old man with the Kuangsha magic skill!
"As the saying goes, enemies are enemies when we work together. Why don't I take this opportunity to help Master Xuanbei!"

Su Yi had a purple card in his hand.

Branded as the Lord of the Night Heaven.

Worship the Moon Lord!

"I want to establish a country in the Western Region. It will take some time to develop to rule hundreds of countries in the Western Region. This crying old man is a hurdle that cannot be bypassed."

"Then please ask the crying old man first and stay in seclusion for a few more years!"

Making up his mind, Su Yi carefully observed their decisive battle.

With the power of a character card like the Moon Worshiping Leader, ordinary exterior scenes can be handled.

Going up against a real grandmaster still leaves something to be desired.

But it is still possible to make a sneak attack and create an opportunity for Master Xuanbei.

Coupled with the restraint of Moko's Demon Subduing Fist, one blow was enough to make the crying old man rest for a while.

"I'm such a kind-hearted young man!" Su Yi said narcissistically; "There are not many caring people like me in the world."

Seeing that the crying old man was so old and still worried about political affairs, he felt uncomfortable.

Simply help him relieve his burden.

"This is just the first step. One day, the country where the old man is crying will also be taken back, so that he can live a long life and enjoy the fun of being surrounded by his disciples and grandchildren."

Crying old man; 'I thank you! '

"Sure enough, there is no warrior more caring than me in the world!" Su Yi affirmed himself again.

Su Wang Xiaomingyi.

At the foot of the mountain, the green oasis withered quickly under the flying "sand" and stones, and the ground was bleak yellow, as if the water had been drained. The cattle and sheep herdsmen all stood in place, their skin and muscles were dehydrated inch by inch, and there were faint black shadows coming from them. They flew out of their bodies and threw themselves at the "evil ghosts" on the peak.

This terrifying scene does not stop at the hills and the nearby oases, but spreads in a radius of hundreds of miles, taking all the souls of life away and withering the entire earth.

Outside the quicksand collection, the windy sand is shrouded, and the normal soil is dry and cracked, extending from the direction of the hill to the collection, and then to the area behind.

At the set, the pedestrians were stunned one after another, their movements were slow, their skin was shriveled, and there were dark shadows in their bodies struggling to get out.

"Do you know why I gave up the complete inheritance of divine skills and chose the 'Moke Fumo Fist' that lacks important scriptures?"

The weeping old man fixed his eyes, raised his right palm, pushed his left palm, and the wind and sand suddenly fell like a dragon, and the grievances became more and more invisible, as if they were walking between yin and yang, making it impossible to resist.

After Xuan Bei finished speaking, a bead on the bead turned from dark gold to pitch black, and then he punched it out.

This punch seemed to fill the sky and the earth, and the fist became transparent and pure, like glass, free from dust.

His body was shrouded in golden light, and illusory golden lotuses bloomed on the peak, and a hazy void appeared behind him.

In the void, ferocious ghosts and ghosts surrounded a golden lotus platform with serene expressions. On the lotus platform sat a Bodhisattva with a face full of compassion and pity for the world. He held the breath of life and death in his palm, like a black and white changing. The wheel treasure contains the great secrets of the heavens, the profound truths of life and death.

(End of this chapter)