The Immortal Emperor is so fertile

West of Fenghao City.

On the vast and almost boundless fertile plain, millions of troops set up camp along a river that spanned tens of thousands of miles.

After setting up camp, countless water wheels drove out of the camp to fetch water along the river.

Then, the upper reaches of the river dried up at a speed visible to the naked eye...

And in the lower reaches, the yellow and white mixed things cleared by the military labor almost blocked the entire river...

After all, warriors can eat and poop.

A person who eats one cow a day has to poop several large buckets every day...

Fortunately, there are many high-level monks at the viewing site in the distance. After a few spells that call the wind and rain, the river water surged, and the turbid waves rolled to break the siltation, making the river smooth again!

Qin Tian: "..."

He and Gongsun Bai and Tian Yongsheng beside him looked at each other, and then whispered: "This is experience! Very valuable experience! Write it down! Avoid such things in the future where the army is located!"

Gongsun Bai nodded: "Your Excellency is right!"

Well, there are outsiders here, so he called Qin Tian 'official' instead of uncle.

Tian Yongsheng smiled and said: "Your Excellency? I should call you King later!"

Qin Tian smiled.

The Duke of Tang Ji Yuan, the Duke of Chu Ji Yan, and the Duke of Wu Zhenbei General Xiahou Jun on his left were overjoyed, only the Duke of Qi Ji Sheng looked like his mother had died...

After all, if it weren't for this incident, he would almost be the next emperor of the Great Zhou!

And now, the Great Zhou Dynasty is torn apart...

Ji Sheng's heart was like a cuckoo crying blood, full of resentment, but when Tianquan Daozun looked over, he immediately showed an extremely flattering smile.

Nothing else, the strong are respected in this world!

If the ruler of a secular dynasty is not a peerless master, then he can only serve as a dog for the peerless master!

Tianquan Daozun glanced at the altar under construction, and gave a subtle wink to several disciples around him. The latter immediately understood and walked in front of Qin Tian and others, looking down at them: "Do you understand the rules?"

Ji Yuan, Ji Yan, and Xiahou Jun looked at each other.

"Rules?"

Qin Tian said with a straight face: "Do you understand? When you see me, don't you even call me uncle?"

The two disciples were stunned when they heard it, and then smiled awkwardly: "Uncle Chang Qing, why do you embarrass us younger disciples..."

Well, although they have no direct master-disciple relationship with Qin Tian, ​​after all, Qin Tian is a True Lord cultivator, and these two disciples are only in the seventh or eighth level of the Extraordinary Realm. In the case of the strong being respected, they are one major realm lower than Qin Tian, ​​so they naturally have to call him uncle...

Qin Tian nodded gently: "So, what rules?"

The two disciples were full of complaints.

After all, they knew that Qin Tian had been in Qingyun Sect for ten years, so he knew the rules. His question at this moment was just asking knowingly!

But they still said honestly: "Although you are kings, you must know why you have the throne! Therefore, whether it is Dingzhou, Beizhou, or Huangzhou, Guizhou, Qianzhou, half of the output of spiritual stone veins and natural treasures should belong to Qingyun Sect!"

Ji Sheng, Ji Yuan, Ji Yan, and Xiahou Jun were silent.

Handing over half of the resources to Qingyun Sect was actually within their expectations.

Before the late Great Zhou Emperor introduced Qingyun Sect, the sects in the Great Zhou Dynasty, especially those in Dingzhou, would seize about 70% of the immortal cultivation resources!

And now, Qingyun Sect only takes half, which is really fair!

After all, the strong are respected.

Even if Qingyun Sect wants to take 90%, can they still refuse?

Qin Tian looked indifferent.

Huangzhou is extremely poor, and the output of spiritual stone veins is impressive. What's more important is that he has continuously sent his own "two-legged gold-eating beasts" to Qingyun Sect, so handing over the insignificant half of the resource output is equivalent to paying tuition for his own naughty children!

As for the future, let's talk about it in the future!

Tianquan Daozun was silent.

Well, the old man knew that Qin Tian sent four more sons to Qingyun Sect...

He carefully calculated it, and two words emerged in his mind.

Loss!

The old man sighed, turned his head silently, and looked at the "inner world" of Fenghao City, which was rumbling from time to time in the distance, worried.

On the other side, Fang Zhenyue, the patriarch of the Fang clan in Guizhou, and Zhou Ruoruo, the empress of Daqian, were confused.

After all, they just participated in the ceremony and recognized the throne of Qin Tian and others. Why do they also need to hand over half of the resource output to Qingyun Sect?

Divine gold... Zhou Ruoruo rolled her eyes beautifully.

She was fearless.

The Daqian Dynasty was a puppet of the Chiyan Sect, and most of the resources for cultivating immortals were controlled by the Chiyan Sect. Therefore, if the Qingyun Sect wanted half, they could go to the Chiyan Sect to ask for it. It had nothing to do with her!

But Fang Zhenyue was different.

Guizhou was also a Daozhou with the Jiuyao magic array, which was slightly better than Huangzhou. Therefore, the Fang clan relied on the big demon ghost to dominate the area, and there was no strong backing!

Therefore, he could only step forward and argue!

"Qingyun Sect is too..."

Between heaven and earth, a flash of sword light suddenly lit up, and Fang Zhenyue, who was talking loudly, suddenly froze, and then his body turned into flying ashes...

He was dead.

His soul was annihilated, and he couldn't die again!

The people of Guizhou were shocked.

After all, although their clan leader's cultivation is not too high, with the strength of the third level of the True Lord Realm, the strength of the Demonic Path Great Ghost he inherited is unfathomable. Although the Demonic Path Great Ghost is seriously injured at the moment, he will not be killed in one move...

"What's wrong?"

The two Qingyun Sect disciples said loudly: "You have also seen that Fenghao City has become a demon cave in an instant! If it weren't for the Qingyun Sect masters gathering here, Dingzhou would not be far from sinking!"

"You only know the pain of handing over half of the resources, but you don't know that when the crisis of world destruction comes, the price paid by Qingyun Sect is more than that half of the resources!"

"Half, is it a lot?"

...

Ji Sheng echoed: "Not much, not much..."

Well, he almost laughed out loud.

Ji Yuan, Ji Yan, and Xiahou Jun on the other side were also trying to hold back their laughter.

The smile of revenge.

After all, Fang Zhenyue is one of the top three enemies of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Over the past thousand years, no one knows how many people have been killed in the Great Zhou Dynasty. At least tens of thousands of masters of the Ji clan have died at the hands of the people of Guizhou!

And now, Fang Zhenyue is dead!

Although the demon ghost did not die with him, everyone knows that it was seriously injured and it would be difficult to recover in a short time!

So

The three Ji looked at each other, their faces full of smiles of "taking advantage of his weakness to kill him".

Under the pressure of the two Qingyun Sect disciples, the people of Guizhou slowly retreated, unwilling but helpless.

Qin Tian's heart was in turmoil.

After all, Fang Zhenyue and he had similar cultivation!

Fang Zhenyue was killed in one move!

Then what about him?

Qin Tian silently looked up at the sky, quietly waiting for the Xiangwang Ceremony to begin.

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