Being trapped in the magic weapon space, struggling for your life, is indeed a battle of trapped beasts. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Manji's attempt to control Mo Shaoli with his mind was the last stand, risking his life to make a last stand.

Succeeded, the giant leader clan secretly Chen Cang, gained the hope of free survival, and mixed into the star world to continue the bloodline.

Defeat, death!

Manji has failed, so he will die.

Manro took it seriously and meticulously wore the "medal" that represented his identity and responsibility on his chest.

Standing up, he bowed down to Mo Shaoli and bowed his hand to the grand salute of the human race, and said, "The patriarch of the Jushou clan, Manro, is willing to lead the clan to surrender and serve the adults!"

All around, more than 50 "strong men" of the giant clan looked even more sad and sad.

The people of the Jushou clan had long known what was going to happen today, and they all came from afar, gathered in the distance, and everyone had a sad look on their faces.

An oppressive atmosphere permeates the space.

Quiescence.

Only the whispered sobs of some of the clansmen could be heard.

They were all scared, very afraid of the "demon" in front of them, so they tried their best to suppress their crying voices.

In the face of personal life and death, in the face of the survival of the race, they have to choose to surrender and become slaves.

Mo Shaoli waved his hand and said, "Death is important, you should bury Leader Manji first." ”

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and made a move, and the "mastermind" flew up from the ground and landed in his hand.

Infused with divine consciousness, the mind turned, and the "main brain" turned into a white spot of light and entered the Purple Mansion through the Heavenly Gate.

Quietly suspended below the Purple Mansion Yuanshen.

Each race has its own customs for burying the deceased, and Mo Shaoli didn't know what the Jushou clan would do with Manji's body, and he didn't have the heart to know.

The oppressive atmosphere made his mood no better, and the sorrow and sorrow of more than 100,000 people pierced the softest place in his heart like sharp arrows.

Mo Shaoli wanted to leave quickly, and left immediately.

"Manro, who controls the space? Open, you go out with me, there are some things that need to be dealt with immediately. ”

Manro said, "Please come with me, my lord!"

Manro flew up and flew towards the center of the space.

Mo Shaoli followed unhurriedly.

Manluo also has a fifteenth-order cultivation at the bottom, but the speed of flying is really slow, and it is not as good as the ordinary Yuan Dan realm qi cultivation of the human race. Mo Shaoli really couldn't stand it, so he flew with him with Zhenyuan.

Follow Manro's instructions and walk into the castle, located in the center of the space, to the very top floor of the castle.

There is only one room on this floor, and the room is empty without any furnishings, not even inscriptions.

Manluo led Mo Shaoli into the center of the room, and just as he got closer, an octagonal inscription formation emerged.

Manro said: "My lord, this is the core of the control of the space, the leader of Manji is gone, the space becomes an ownerless thing, you can directly refine it, and then you can come and go freely." ”

Mo Shaoli looked at it carefully and said, "I don't have mental power. ”

Manro said: "Every living being, every soul has telekinesis, but the strength and weakness and manifestation are different, and the divine consciousness of the human race is a kind of telekinesis. My lord, I have removed the restrictions on race and identity in the formation, you can put your palm up, use your soul sense, and you will naturally be able to refine it. ”

Mo Shaoli did as he said, sat cross-legged in front of the inscription formation, stretched out his right hand and pressed it on the formation, closing his eyes and sensing it.

Sure enough, the depths of the soul's memory immediately understood how to do it.

A trace of true yuan and divine consciousness floated out of the body, submerged into the formation, and flowed endlessly along the line of the formation, gradually merging into it. In the end, Mo Shaoli bit his finger and forced out a drop of blood into the formation.

Mo Shaoli opened his eyes and muttered, "It seems that no matter what race or what kind of power is cultivated, after all, the eye is still based on the soul and bloodline. ”

His mind turned, pulling Manro out of space, and appeared in front of the teleportation hall of the Emperor-level Void Battleship.

Seeing Mo Shaoli beside him, the soldiers guarding the teleportation array immediately became vigilant.

Mo Shaoli raised his hand and said, "Brothers, don't be nervous, the giant clan in the magic weapon space has agreed to surrender to me. ”

Manro bowed to the soldiers around him.

Mo Shaoli said: "Tomorrow, Brother Dao, it seems that I need to go to the military department first and deal with the things in front of me before I can go to you to sit and talk about the Tao." ”

The invention said: "It's okay, I'm familiar with the place, so I'll go with you." ”

Wu Ma Nianshuang said enviously: "The Giant Head Clan is one of the few races with high intelligence found in the Immortal Dynasty so far, and if you can get their submission, Mo Shengzi is lucky!"

Mo Shaoli said with a smile: "What Senior Sister Nian Shuang said is extremely true, I set up a chamber of commerce by myself, and I originally planned to do some trading of elixirs, magic weapons, and the like. Now that the 100,000 people of the Jushou clan have surrendered, they can consider operating puppets and inscription utensils, and it will be difficult to make a lot of money when the time comes!"

Wu Ma Nianshuang rolled his eyes, obviously not believing.

The invention did not express an opinion on this, stretched out his hand and said, "Brother Shaoli, please come with me." ”

......

In the hall of the military department sat the seat of the horseman, and on the left side of the square table in the high hall stood a monk, who should be the head of the military department.

Du Qixiao must have sensed the abnormal movement on the battleship, so he came out in person and waited here.

"The 198th Legion Mo Shaoli has seen Lord Xiaozuo. ”

"The 160th Legion, Wu Ma Nianshuang, has seen Lord Xiaoza. ”

"I've seen all the inventions. ”

"The patriarch of the Giant Chief, Manro, has seen Lord Duqi. ”

Du Qixiao stood up from his seat, his eyes fell on Manroe, and asked, "Patriarch?"

Realizing that this talent was the key to determining the fate of the race, it was difficult to remain calm, and said tremblingly: "There are only 102,000 people left in the giant head human race, and they are no longer a country. ”

Mo Shao left his mouth and said, "Lord Xiaozuo, the remnants of the giant clan have agreed to surrender to me and accept the slave brand. ”

"It's a trivial matter, and a hundred thousand remnants are no longer enough. "But there are some questions that need to be asked. ”

The head of the military department beside Du Qixiao's seat handed over a signed decree scroll and a jade slip to Mo Shaoli.

Du rode on the throne and said: "Take the leather scroll to the quartermaster to find Lord Zuo, and he will arrange for the arrangement of the slave seal." The jade slip contains the questions I want to ask, so ask them clearly, summarize them, and hand them over to me. ”

If it weren't for Mo Shaoli's accidental discovery of the teleportation array, and through the teleportation array, he would have sent support to the high-level soldiers trapped in the ant nest. Mo Shaoli made a great contribution to this matter, but he violated military regulations first, which was considered to be offset by merit and demerit, so there was no reward to be issued, and the matter was silently exposed.

The military department was indifferent on the face and did business, but in fact, it was clear in his heart that he owed Mo Shaoli a favor.

Sure enough, Du Xiaozao did not mean to be harsh and embarrassed for Mo Shaoli to accept the slaves of the giant head clan.

Mo Shaoli was overjoyed on his face, and arched his hand: "Thank you, Lord Xiaoza! Thank you, Lord Military and Political Affairs." ”

After Mo Shaoli finished speaking, he stood in place, waited for the riding seat to wave his hand to signal that he could retreat, and then took the opportunity to leave.

I didn't want to, so I sat down again in front of the seat, my eyes swept over Wu Ma Nianshuang, touched my chin and groaned, and I didn't speak for a long time.

"He has joined the 160th Legion for more than 1,000 years, and has served as a taishou for more than 600 years. ”

"The father and son of the He family have gone too far, the monks should know how to distinguish between enmity and hatred, know how to be grateful, and as a monk of the military department, they should put 'righteousness' first, otherwise how can they serve the public? But what they do is a personal matter and an internal affair of the legion, and the General Affairs Office has no right to intervene. What I can guarantee is that there will be no outsiders interfering. ”

Wu Ma Nianshuang arched his hand and said: "Thank you for your understanding, thank you for your concern! ”

The invention looked sideways slightly, and looked at Wu Ma Nianshuang seriously.

It is certainly not a trivial matter that can make the Lord of the General Affairs Office of the Ministry of War intervene in it.

Du rode the throne and said to Mo Shaoli again: "That Wang Zhuoran of your 198th Army has asked for help from the Military Department for the third time and appointed an official first seat. ”

"Originally, this matter was easy to handle, but after the battle of the ant nest, it became very difficult. ”

Mo Shao was silent.

Wang Zhuoran's physical refining talent is very good, but unfortunately he has no spiritual root, just simple physical cultivation, and the cultivation time is also not long, and his cultivation is not very high. As the head of the legion, it is difficult to convince the public in the first place.

But the matter of the first seat of the legion, why is it necessary to ride the throne with himself?

Du rode the throne and said: "After Zheng Liang left, Zhang Linghua, the original deputy, succeeded him as the Taishou and controlled the only immortal cultivation team with combat power in the 198th Legion. Zhang Linghua and Wang Zhuoran were at odds and made difficulties everywhere, which was the main reason for Wang Zhuoran's resignation three times. ”

Mo Shaoli said: "I have heard a little about this matter, and I heard that Zhu Shouza was ordered to rebuild the 198th Legion, and when he broke away from the 101st Legion of Renyihou, he brought out a group of outstanding monks. It is natural for Zheng Liang to hold the position of the first taishou, among which Wang Zhuoran and Zhang Linghua belong to young geniuses and compete for the second taishou. The two are of the same age and have the same cultivation, but the immortal cultivator Zhang Linghua lost to the physical cultivator Wang Zhuoran, and Zhang Linghua was of course unconvinced. ”

Du Qixiao asked, "What do you think about this matter?"

Mo Shaoli said: "I think Lord Wang Zhuoran's concession has some truth, but resignation is not the solution. Our soldiers are fighting with their lives to conquer the other world, and if they are not in harmony internally, they can't work together, and one day they will poke out of the basket. ”

Du Qixiao asked, "What do you think should be done about this matter?"

Mo Shaoli said: "Prevention is better than prevention, one person dies and a group of people die, and the wise should choose the first one." ”

Du rode the throne and asked, "Who is more suitable to die?"

Mo Shaoli said: "Marching to fight and conquering the other world, everyone is fighting for meritorious wealth and the glory of the legion, not a position of power, and should not be rash. ”

Du Qixiao nodded slightly, and said: "Then you go and deal with this matter properly, the 198th Army now has less than 60,000 regular soldiers, including 30,000 recruits." Recruits, lacking experience and knowledge, and not being firm enough in their will, are the most likely to be shaken by the military spirit, and they cannot afford to make such a fuss. ”

Mo Shaoli said simply: "Okay, I'll deal with it." ”

Du Qixiao said: "Wang Zhuoran's talent is good, he is a good hand at leading the team to march and fight, but his scheming methods are obviously insufficient, no matter what, he is suitable to continue to serve as the temporary first seat." ”

"The War Department's expedition to the Heavenly Palace Great World this time has suffered unprecedented losses, and it will definitely not be able to find a suitable candidate to take over in a short period of time. This temporary first seat is ready to be arranged for you to take over, I don't know what you think?"

The Holy Son of Futu was originally the head of the candidate legion, and there was no reason to refuse.

Mo Shaoli asked, "Dare to ask Lord Xiaozuo, how long does it take to serve?"

Du rode the throne and said: "The war in the Heavenly Palace Great World has ended, and after completing the final purification, you will return to the Star Great World, and your 198th Legion will have fifty years to recuperate." Recruit and train new soldiers, let's set it at 50 years for the time being. ”

Mo Shaoli said: "Okay." ”

Du Qixiao handed over a jade butterfly to Mo Shaoli, and said: "What is recorded in it is the knowledge of conquest that the head of the legion should know, you take the time to take a good look, and the transfer order will be issued in half a month." ”