Become a disciple of Taoist Priest Four Eyes

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"Grandpa, I'm hungry!"

Looking at the sallow and thin grandson in his arms, old man Zhao couldn't help feeling sad.

They were originally ordinary tenants in Huairen Mansion, Yingzhou, Liao State.

Originally, the life of a family of four was pretty good. A few years ago, when they went hunting in the mountains, they fell from a tree and broke their legs. The Zhao family, who had no source of income, suddenly became even worse.

Looking at his young son who was waiting to be fed, Zhao Dayi cruelly sold himself.

As we all know, the magic method requires a lot of souls to refine magic weapons, but if they kill them wantonly, no matter how many people they have, they won't be enough.

In order to maintain rule, the Six Paths Demon Sect, where Zhou Peihong is headquartered, stipulates that no demon sect is allowed to kill civilians indiscriminately, but it can allow the old, weak, sick and disabled to sell themselves for money.

Although I know that selling is death, for those who can't survive, no matter how they die, it is death. It is better to leave some money for their families, so that at least they can survive.

Through this method, the major sects of the Demonic Path can receive hundreds of millions of souls and blood essence refining treasures every year.

Miraculously, it can also maintain civil peace and stability.

After Zhao Da died, his wife took the money left by her son and ran away.

The grandfather and grandson were left without a livelihood.

Old man Zhao only survives by digging wild vegetables every day, and can barely make ends meet.

But a few days ago, Zhao Yuanwai, the village chief and the only wealthy household, found them.

The grandfather and grandson, unable to resist, were sent to the county government office together with a few half-buried old men and a foolish child in the village. From the county government office to Fucheng, from Fucheng to Zhoucheng, and from Zhoucheng. Got here.

Old man Zhao has never seen so many people.

People like them lived in tents all over the mountains and plains, but Old Man Zhao, who had never read a book, didn't know how many there were.

Anyway, wherever his eyes could see there were people.

But the difference is that the people who came with him can still see a little sparkle in their eyes, while those in ragged clothes can only see numbness in their eyes.

It was as if they were no longer human beings, just puppets in human skin.

Boss Zhao endured his grief and hugged his grandson tightly.

He knew that from the moment he left home, there was no way for them to survive.

Over the years, he has seen too much.

All the people who left Zhaojiacun, except for the eldest son of Zhao Yuanwai, who was said to have become an immortal, no one ever came back.

"It doesn't matter if I die, then I won't know how to be hungry, and I won't have to suffer anymore." Old Man Zhao thought desperately.

At this moment, he finally understood why those people with numb eyes looked like zombies.

Because they have lost hope in life and are left with only the spirit of death.

"It's time to eat, it's time to eat!"

Two tall, strong, bear-headed men wearing armor came over carrying a giant man larger than a water tank.

There is scalding hot porridge in the urn.

The aroma of rice made everyone present drool.

But looking at the ferocious bear head of the giant man and the exaggerated giant ax behind him, no one dared to fight for it.

Because everyone who fought for it had their heads smashed by the opponent and swallowed it in one gulp.

"Everyone line up for me and come one by one. If anyone dares to disobey the rules, Grandpa Bear will slap him into a pulp."

Old man Zhao quickly took his broken bowl to the queue, fearing that he would not be able to grab it if he was too late.

Fortunately, there are a lot of demons serving food here, and if you ask for it after you finish eating, there will still be food available, which can keep everyone full.

In mid-air, on a green demonic cloud, Aruhan, wearing a gorgeous robe, folded his arms and looked at the situation below.

After a while.

"How many people are there already?"

Next to him, wearing a purple official robe, tall and thin, with a pair of tiger ears, Zuo Shilang, the Minister of Etiquette of the Jin Kingdom Cabinet, suddenly said quickly.

"Looking back to Mr. Zuo Xiang, counting those sent by the Liao Kingdom and those sent by various tribes in our country, there are almost 200 million pigs!"

Aruhan's brows twitched. This number was much less than he expected.

You know, they only came from the Liao Kingdom with 500 million, plus the wealth accumulated by the Jin Kingdom over the years, the total is 1.5 billion.

As a result, except for the people he and Wan Yanzhan brought there personally, the rest were all kidnapped by the guy named Tai Yi.

The elite demon army escorting these humans were also all lost.

Not only did their Jin Kingdom's strength suffer a heavy blow, but the opponent's surprisingly fast escape method was even more unbelievable.

You must know that the combined area of ​​Jin and Liao is nearly 90 million miles. Even with his speed, it would take half a day to fly back and forth.

It only took the other side one day to wipe out nearly 300 teams escorting people and pigs in Jin and Liao countries, as well as the 300,000 elite iron pagodas responsible for guarding.

You must know that the lowest cultivation level of the Tiefutu Demon Army is the Nascent Soul Realm, and the generals are all true immortals.

A "Meng'an" iron pagoda formed a military formation. If he wanted to capture them all, it would take a lot of effort.

It can be seen that Taiyi is very powerful.

There was a strong murderous look in Aruhan's eyes.

Tiefutu is an elite, and the entire Jin Kingdom only has about three million in total!

Of these 300,000, plus the losses in the past six years, Tiefutu has lost nearly half of it.

It can be described as disastrous!

"We must get rid of Taiyi, otherwise I, Dajin, will have trouble sleeping and eating!" Aruhan thought to himself.

With his mind set, he took a breath and turned his head.

"Take care of these people, this is our last resort."

Although the Song Dynasty placed the newly emerged Golden Immortal at the border of the Liao Kingdom, no one could guarantee whether the other party would appear when the Jin Dynasty and Song Dynasty fought.

Moreover, this is a ruthless man whose ability can overwhelm the three top witch generals of the witch clan. Except for the Qing Emperor himself, neither he nor his right minister Wan Yanzhan are any match for him.

Therefore, unless forced, Aruhan did not want to go to the Song Dynasty to collect human pigs.

"I obey your orders."

"I don't care what method you use, if more than one million people here die within a month, I will skin you off."

Looking at Master Zuo Xiang's cold eyes, cold sweat broke out from behind Tu.

From what he had seen over the years, he had no doubt that this lord could do what he said.

"Don't worry, Minister Zuo, I will take good care of everyone."

After patting him on the shoulder, Aruhan's figure gradually disappeared.

After a long time, Tucai suddenly breathed a sigh of relief.

He straightened his back and wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"First give the bastard under my command a good beating. When the time comes that there are not enough people, the Left Prime Minister will not let me go."

As a demon clan, he knew exactly what he was accepting.

If we don't give it a try, those greedy bastards won't be able to do it secretly.

Suddenly Tu took off the bronze bell from his waist and activated his magic power to shake it.

Along with the crisp sound of the bell, several streams of light flew from below, and six or seven figures wearing official robes appeared on the ground.

Judging from their appearance, they either have horns or scales on their faces, or they have wide mouths and fangs, so they are obviously demons.