"This man is a ghost! There must be a tiger demon nearby! The ancestor of the water mirror hurriedly unfolded the bamboo slip and recited the words of the sage aloud: "Zi Bu is strange, force, chaos, god!" ”

Immediately, the words of the Holy Word appeared in the air and shone with a brilliant golden light, and the Xuanjian True Monarch was illuminated by the golden light of the Holy Word, and the whole person immediately turned into a wisp of flying smoke. However www.biquge.info even so, he always smiled, making the three of them look upside down.

"This demon clan is really mixed with the extraterritorial heavenly demons!" Fuyun Ancestor shook his face, cast a spell to control the spread of the burn in his palm, and said in a condensed voice: "It's not appropriate to stay here for a long time, let's go back first!" ”

The three of them immediately set up a retreat and flew away, and after a while, a wisp of flying smoke floated back and recondensed into the Xuanjian True Monarch, only to see him muttering to himself with a sly smile: "You still want to escape after being hit by the king's seal?" Hey, hey, hey......"

***

"Is that guy still not going to explain anything?" Murong Feng was eating breakfast while listening to Lian'er's report.

Lian'er said helplessly: "Yes, Miss." The man still wouldn't say anything, but he ate the food we had sold, and when he had finished eating, he went to sleep, and when he woke up, he practiced his sword for a while, and then he ate and slept and ate again, and thought he was on vacation. ”

Murong Feng shook his head speechlessly and sighed, "It seems that person knows very well that we really don't dare to do anything to him." ”

After all, a game is a game, and imprisoning people is already a violation of human rights. If they are tortured to extract confessions, it is estimated that the laws and regulations installed in the game's main brain program will not let them do anything. After all, NPCs have no human rights in the game, but players can never generalize.

Murong Feng thought for a while and said, "Then find a chance for him to escape, and then send someone to monitor who he will connect with." ”

"Yes, miss." Lian'er replied.

in-game.

After three days of eating and drinking, the sword idiot was escorted into a prison car by a group of wolf-like soldiers, saying that he was going to be transferred to a secret base. Along with him were the four Yuanying Monks who had been captured earlier, but these four were not as lucky as the sword idiot. In the past few days, not only have I been tortured, but I haven't even been given saliva to drink. Look at the white and chubby sword idiot who was raised, the eyes of the four of them looking at him are clearly not good!

The sword idiot couldn't explain anything, so he could only sigh speechlessly.

The prisoner van quickly left the prison camp and sped along the endless Gobi Desert, escorted by six armored vehicles.

The five people in the car were naturally imprisoned in the dantian, no different from mortals, so they didn't want to take the opportunity to resist and escape.

However, halfway through the convoy, the convoy was suddenly attacked by a group of Hell Native Tribes, and the battle was very fierce, and there were stumps and limbs everywhere, which made people understand at a glance that this was definitely not a deliberate act, at least in the eyes of the four Yuanying monks who had suffered so much.

Soon, the escort team could not resist the attack of the Hell Native Tribe, so they could only retreat separately. Naturally, in the process of evacuating, he accidentally let the five people in the prisoner car escape.

The escaped swordsman always felt that this attack was too strange, but the other four didn't think much of it. As soon as he was freed, he naturally fled for his life, and it seemed that he would never come to this world again. The sword idiot had no choice but to follow the four of them and fled back to Bailuzhou.

As soon as the five people came out of the space channel, they happened to meet a large team of people who were teaming up to cast spells to seal this space channel, how could they see the five people rushing out of the space channel, and they thought that the extraterritorial heavenly demons had been killed, and they almost got killed.

"Senior Brother !!" As soon as he saw the sword idiot in the mirror, he rushed over and stared at him in disbelief, and said in surprise: "You are still alive?!! ”

The sword idiot pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "Yes, I escaped with my life." But he guessed that nine times out of ten, the other party deliberately let him back.

"Great, great. I almost didn't recognize you now. Lijing cried with joy.

The originally unkempt and unkempt sword idiot stayed in the prison camp of the Burning Legion for three days, not only raised white and fat, but was carefully trimmed by the barber invited by others, and directly turned into an old handsome guy. On the other hand, looking at the four beggars over there, this treatment can only be said that NPCs have no human rights.

"By the way, you should hurry up and meet the master." Lijing wiped his tears again, and choked up: "Master, his old man fell for the demon's plot in order to save you, and now even several elders in the sect are helpless. ”

"What !?" The sword idiot was shocked, and hurriedly urged: "Take me quickly!" ”

Lijing hurriedly took the sword idiot to a nearby mountain villa and saw the Fuyun Ancestor with a sick face, and in just a few days, a distracted Ancestor was as weak as an old man who had been sick for many years, and the sword idiot was shocked and shocked in his heart. In addition, the Water Mirror Ancestor who had to join in the fun was also on the side, and he was rummaging through a large number of classics at the moment, trying to find a way to lift the curse of the tiger demon, and he had no time to pay attention to the two.

After visiting the Fuyun Ancestor, who was already unconscious, the two of them exited the room with different expressions, and saw a Jindan monk come to report that it was the sect master's invitation.

The two of them immediately came to the hall and heard a pleasant voice sound: "Sword idiot, you have had contact with those extraterritorial heavenly demons and demon clans this time, tell me what you have seen." ”

The person who spoke was none other than Mu Qiuyun, the sect leader of the Heavenly Star Sect, who was also a great power in the distraction period, but he looked like a beautiful woman on the outside. Beside her sat several Distraction Stage Elders of the Heavenly Star Sect.

Of course, these distraction period ancestors all have their own things to be busy, and it is impossible for them all to run to this barren mountain and wilderness to meet for such a trivial matter. Therefore, several of you here are just Dharma clones of the distracted ancestors, and their deities are either in a sect thousands of miles away, or they are cultivating in a secret cave blessed land somewhere.

Naturally, the sword idiot didn't dare to hide anything, and told everything he had seen and heard, of course, in a language that these cultivators could understand.

"According to you, you haven't seen that tiger demon either?" Mu Qiuyun'e frowned slightly, falling into deep thought.

The sword idiot said, "Yes, Sect Master. ”

All of you are the ancestors of the distraction period, so you can naturally see whether the sword idiot is lying or has become a ghost.

"Leave the mirror, you go and call the four people who escaped back with the sword idiot." Mu Qiuyun commanded.

Lijing hurriedly answered, turned around and left the hall with a self-begging look.

Mu Qiuyun ordered to leave the mirror and whispered to a few distracted ancestors present, but the sword idiot stood in front of a few people but couldn't hear a word.

After a while, Lijing came to the hall with the four Yuan Ying True Monarchs tremblingly, and when he saw that the ancestors were full of distractions, he hurriedly knelt down and bowed.

Mu Qiuyun squinted at the four people with haggard expressions with a pair of Danfeng eyes, and then looked at the handsome sword idiot with Feng Shen, and a trace of strangeness flashed on his face.

"The four of you have also been taken captive by the extraterritorial heavenly demons, tell me what you have seen and heard in the past few days."

"Yes, yes, Sect Master Mu." The four of them nodded like pounded garlic, and you and I said the tragic experiences of the past few days in a very exaggerated way, and described those extraterritorial heavenly demons as the most vicious existence in the world. However, these four people also had never seen the mysterious tiger demon, which made several distraction stage ancestors present frown.

"Alright, you all should retire and recuperate." Mu Qiuyun waved his hand, letting the sword idiot, the four people from the mirror retreat first.

At this time, a distracted ancestor who was sitting at the bottom of his hand spoke: "Sect Master, Fuyunzi is already dying. And the Law Enforcement Hall cannot be left without an owner for a day......"

This person couldn't say anything anymore halfway through, because Mu Qiuyun's cold eyes were staring at him quietly, making him instantly sweat and didn't dare to say another half a word.

Several distraction period ancestors also had different expressions, and they didn't dare to look at Mu Qiuyun with a weak heart.

In fact, all of you here know that the master of this law enforcement hall is in an important position, and it has always been a close confidant of the sect master who can serve as it.

Now that everyone has not breathed, some people are impatient to jump out and fight for power, and Mu Qiuyun, as the sect master, has already cultivated deeply without turning his face on the spot.

Mu Qiuyun lowered his cold eyes and said lightly: "This matter will be decided after I accept the Bitter Moon Patriarch, you don't need to discuss it." ”

All the Distraction Stage Ancestors present were all breathless when they heard the four words of the Bitter Moon Patriarch, because this Bitter Moon Ancestor was one of the only three remaining Cave Void Stage powerhouses of the Heavenly Star Sect. The other two Cave Void Patriarchs had already closed their lives three hundred years ago and shocked the Tribulation Realm, and unless they encountered the Great Tribulation of the Sect, they didn't care about the outside world at all.

Now that Mu Qiuyun has moved out the only remaining Bitter Moon Patriarch, naturally no one dares to think differently anymore.

"Let's disperse first." Mu Qiuyun waved his hand, and immediately everyone was distracted, and the ancestors got up one after another, retreated, turned into a wisp of light smoke, and disappeared without a trace.

When Mu Qiuyun was the only one left in the hall, she muttered a wry smile with a sad face: "First, there were demonic forces that were about to move, and now I heard that the extraterritorial heavenly demons and demon clans were mixed together, and the door was full of rats. Ancestor, what should I do? ”

A light sigh sounded in Mu Qiuyun's ears, and then comforted: "Yun'er, don't be distressed, your Sanyue Patriarch's retreat has reached a critical moment, and it will take ten years at most to achieve great success." ”

“…… Ten years? Mu Qiuyun smiled bitterly and shook his head lightly.

***

Burning Legion Operational Command.

Murong Feng asked in a deep voice, "How long will it take for the expansion of the three fleets to be completed?" ”

In the past few months, the Burning Legion has built a total of one battleship, two hundred cruisers, three hundred frigates, five hundred destroyers, and fifty ecological supply ships, totaling more than 1,300 warships of all types.

Another ten battleships and one aircraft carrier are under construction, but the production of other light warships is temporarily suspended.

According to Li Menghu's proposal, the more than 1,000 warships that have been installed will be divided into three attack fleets, each with more than 400 warships.

It's not that the Burning Legion can't build more warships, it's that there are more warships and no one drives them at all.

Speaking of which, it is still a problem of manpower. After all, as long as there is money and resources, a battleship can be built like dumplings, but a qualified crew member must be cultivated slowly.

Although there are currently a large number of players who have reached the bottleneck of level 60, and there will be a wave of blowouts of the sixth order second class at any time, the Burning Legion has always adhered to standard militarized management, rather than the player's kind of playhouse-like game. Therefore, even recruiting players from outside the future is extremely limited.

Li Menghu replied directly: "At least three years!" ”

Murong Feng shook his head and said, "I'll only give you three months at most." ”

Li Menghu said with a straight face: "Girl, now the ship is full of new soldiers, although you can use those uncivilized hell natives to train troops, but it will take at least three years to achieve the level of cooperation between the ships." For three months, I can guarantee at most that those battleships will not fall from the sky. ”

The generals present chuckled lightly, but when they saw that Murong Feng's face flashed a trace of gloom, they immediately closed their mouths again, not daring to make a sound.

Murong Feng said in a deep voice: "Time is running out. I have made up my mind, and in March I will send troops to fight against Rose, the Lord of Lust and Hell. When the time comes, even if your air force carries it, you will carry the battleship to the front line for me! ”

Just then a staff officer came in to report that the messenger of the Arida tribe had arrived.

"Adjournment." Murong Feng got up and left.

What else could Li Menghu say, he could only glance at Murong Xiong. Murong Xiong glanced at him and snorted lightly: "It's useless for you to stare at me, I am in charge of the army, you are in charge of the air force, we are not in the same family." ”

"This girl doesn't understand, are you blind bear also following Hu?" Li Menghu said frantically: "This is training the crew of the starship!" It's not infantry cannon fodder that can be pulled onto the battlefield with a gun! In three months, those rookies were able to fly the battleship into the sky without falling down, all of which were blessed by the gods and Buddhas. What do you look at the newly recruited rookies? There are yacht owners, cargo ships, and smuggling ships, but even if you count all of them, they are not more than half of them. ”

Murong Xiong rolled his eyes and said, "Aren't there still those NPCs, why don't you mix the old man with the newcomer and step up the training." ”

Li Menghu was speechless angrily, so he could only leave angrily and think of another countermeasure.

Reception room.

Murong Feng met with the Ereid envoy Iriel, and the two sides were old acquaintances. So Murong Feng got straight to the point and said, "How many people can you send to the war this time?" I mean those spellcasters who are proficient in space spells, and cannon fodder is no longer used for food. ”

Irel looked embarrassed, and the two strange lieutenants behind her looked angry.

Murong Feng glanced at it, frowned, and said, "What are these two people behind you staring at me?" Looking for a pump? ”

Irel hurriedly turned around and scolded, "Don't be rude! ”

The two hurriedly lowered their heads and didn't dare to glare at Murong Feng again.

Irel introduced Murong Feng to the two of them: "These two are the warriors of our clan, Akmund and Kilgardan......

Murong Feng waved his hand impatiently and said, "I'm not interested in knowing the names of the two miscellaneous fish. I'll ask you how many spellcasters you've brought this time! ”

The two of them behind Irel were flushed with anger, but they didn't dare to make a sound. Because they know very well the identity and strength of the person in front of them, pinching them to death is as easy as crushing two ants.

Irel hesitated, "Under the Moon Shadow Crown, I have brought a total of thirty spellcasters this time, and this is already all the spellcasters that our Ereda clan can draw. ”

Murong Feng's face turned cold, and he stared at the three of them without saying a word. stared at the three of them so that they were chilling!

"I think you seem to have forgotten who helped you to escape from the slavery of the Lord of Destruction, and who kept you from the retribution of the Lord of Destruction." Murong Feng's voice was as cold as frost, making the three of them shiver.

Murong Feng took a deep breath, calmed down his anger, and said coldly: "Go back and tell your prophet that within three months, I will see three hundred spellcasters to come to help in the battle, otherwise you will be ready to face the wrath of the Lord of Destruction alone." ”

The three of them were immediately driven out with their heads hung down.