I Have Been In the Demon Slayer Division For 30 Years Chapter 271

　　 "So, you can't rely on King Yan for this matter?"

　　 Before Luo Li came to Shunzhou, the first choice was to ask King Yan for help.

　　 Qianhuan disciple has obtained the evidence of the depravity of the city god, Dagan is extremely strict with the laws of the gods, and King Yan has enough reason to deploy his troops to besieged.

　　 "Those ghosts had a great military service in their lifetimes, and many of their friends were still serving in the army. The deployment of troops to besieged and killed would provoke horror and disturb the military's morale."

　　 Shu Si said: "However, King Yan has promised to help cover the death of the city god, and find a way to push it to the monsters outside the territory, so as not to be pursued by the court."

After 　　 King Yan received the support of Hongluan Xingjun, his courage gradually became bigger. As long as he did not commit treason, the court would inevitably close one eye.

　　 Luo Li thought for a moment, and said, "In that case, I can only change a plan."

　　 "It's all based on the orders of the uncle, the lord has already ordered, and the twelve disciples in Shunzhou will be dispatched..."

　　 Shu Si didn't say something, Sect Master Qianhuan gave a righteous **** clone. If something happens, the true **** will directly descend and annihilate the Shunzhou City God.

　　 "The King Yan's army is unreliable, so they recruited a team of monks by themselves."

　　 Luo Li asked: "There are thousands of underworlds under the command of the city monarch, and the recruitment of two thousand Qi Refining Stages can completely avoid accidents."

　　 "Two thousand?"

　　Shu's four pairs of eyes stared roundly, and wanted to remind Little Master if you have any misunderstandings about the Qi Refining Realm.

　　 There are more than ten or eight in a county, and there are more than a hundred counties and cities. Otherwise, how could King Yan be afraid of Shunzhou City God.

　　 Thousands of wicked messes broke out unscrupulously, and the entire Yancheng was reduced to ghosts.

　　 "Of course, the number of Qi refining realms is not enough, then look for an expert in refining God..."

　　 Luo Li said: "It's not a problem for ordinary gods to be one enemy and one hundred, right?"

　　 Shu four nodded and said yes.

　　 Ordinary Yin Cha is barely a sixth-rank, but the older ones are only the fifth-rank, even those who are new to the third-rank, can easily trap hundreds of them.

　　 "That's all right, Shunzhou up and down, including the Yanwang army, can't we make up a dozen masters of **** refinement?"

　　 Luo Li has been through the rivers and lakes personally. It is indeed rare for people to practice gods, but because of the longevity of life, the accumulated amount is not small.

　　 "Is there a..."

　　 Shu Si hesitated and said, "But if you ask someone who cultivates a **** to do it, is the price a bit high?"

　　 Luo Li stroked the jade bracelet on his wrist, and a cyan brick appeared in his hand.

　　 "A thousand catties of green gold, at least worth tens of thousands of spiritual stones, is it enough?"

　　 Shu Si sensed the aura of gold in the green gold, nodded hard and said: "Almost enough!"

　　 Brush Brush!

　　 Luo Li took out ten more blue bricks and said: "The city **** has someone to deal with it, and each person who is a master of God is 20 yuan!"

　　 Shu Si licked his lips, looked at the azure gold creature equal to his height, and his tongue was a little dry.

　　 "Uncle Master, do you need the Qi Refining Realm?"

　　 Luo Li nodded and said: "Yes, the reward will be calculated according to the conversion rate of the master of the gods."

　　 "Good! Uncle, don't worry, it can be done in ten days at most!"

　　 Shu Si calculated in his heart to give priority to hiring the Qi Refining Realm. Two or three thousand spirit stones are enough to buy his life, and he can earn at least two thousand.

　　 It's a lot of trouble for people who are refining gods, but with the names of Yanwangfu and Hongluanxingjun, the problem is not too big.

　　 Hongluan Xingjun Li Zhi has repeatedly manifested his saints in Shunzhou, and he is well informed. The news that King Yan has been blessed by the true **** is already an open secret.

　　 The hundred officials of the imperial court pretended to be ignorant, and Emperor Jingtai was also selectively blind. Who would dare to play tricks in front of the true god.

At this moment.

　　 Footsteps came from outside the courtyard, then the courtyard door opened, and a blue-shirted Taoist walked in.

　　 Taoist binocular black hole, holding a long banner of heavenly secret magnificence, it is the mystery of the temple of heavenly secret abandonment.

　　 "Today's divination, benefit here!"

　　 Mysterious machine looked at Shu Si with empty eyes, shook his head and said: "A little mouse has some luck, so I can't be regarded as a lucky star."

　　 turned his head and looked at Luo Li again, the hollow rock shone with a gleam, and his expression was solemn.

　　 "The fate between the poor Dao and the Daoist friends is not shallow!"

　　 "Meet the senior Xuanji, the junior Luo Li, and learn from Zhou Zhenren."

　　 Luo Li took out a letter and said: "The younger ones come to Shunzhou to avenge their father. Master before leaving, ask for help from the older ones."

　　 Xuanji took the letter, there was no word on the paper, and the cause and effect could be understood by pinching it with his fingers.

　　 Zhouyi always blessed Tiangang Taoism to stand upright and without shadow, and also had magical powers to conceal heavenly secrets, and the art of divination with mystery, and it also needed letter opportunities to deduct cause and effect.

　　 "Luo... Nephew, what do you need to do?"

　　Xuanji called Luo Li a virtuous nephew, and he immediately felt refreshed, which is equivalent to having a real celestial brother as a backer. Wouldn't it be rampant in the world?

　　 "Senior, please help, please ask an expert of Yangshen to entangle Shunzhou City God."

　　 Luo Li said: "After all the disparity will be resolved, we will join forces to besieged."

　　Chenghuang is different from the ordinary Yangshen real person. He stays with his heart, is at ease, and easily escapes in the face of siege.

　　 Incense and fire wish to speed up the deity's practice, and it can greatly extend the life, but it also restricts the freedom of the deity.

　　 Shunzhou City God can not abandon the golden body in the temple, and can not leave the Chenghuang jurisdiction, can only use the home court advantage to fight head-on.

　　 "It's easy!"

　　Xuanji smiled, and promised: "Pan Dao has a good friend who is a refiner who has high mana and hates demons the most. It's because the city **** has such a calamity!"

　　 said with his fingers, and deduced when the city's gas luck was the lowest, and found that the city's luck was already covered by bad luck, and there was blood and light at any time.

　　 "This wave... is a real fairy face!"

　　 The fifteenth of the first lunar month.

　　On Yuan Festival.

　　The King Yan ordered a large-scale operation, inviting theatrical troupes, lion dance teams, vaudeville classes, etc. from the nearby state capital to have fun with the people.

　　 into the night.

　　 The entire Yancheng is brightly lit, gongs and drums are noisy, and the streets are shattered.

　　 Listening to many people's voices, the accent is obviously foreign, and even the dressing is no different from Shunzhou.

　　 may pay more attention to outsiders on weekdays. At this time, I am infected by the festive atmosphere, and I look at the outsiders more cordially.

　　 Among the crowd.

　　 An old beggar in tattered clothes, holding a broken bowl, walked alone along the corner of the wall.

　　 The old beggar's face is not black and dark, and the smell on his body is too strong. It also causes buzzing flies to turn around, and pedestrians subconsciously stay away.

　　 Passing by a roast chicken stall, the old beggar smelled the fragrance and swallowed his saliva.

　　The stall owner is a short, fat, middle-aged man. He looks intolerable when he sees the appearance of an old beggar.

　　 "Old man, can you eat chicken butt?"

　　The old beggar raised his bowl and continued: "Eat, eat! This chicken has the most fragrant butt!"

　　 The stall owner grabbed a handful of chicken **** and put it in a broken bowl, and found that it only occupied the bottom of the bowl. He couldn't help but feel strange, so he grabbed a handful and put it in.

　　 Until today, all the chicken **** and chicken offal were thrown into the bowl, and it is no longer full.

　　 The stall owner turned pale, his legs trembled, and he didn't dare to run or shout.

　　 He has lived for more than 30 years and read only two books. One of the torturers said, and the other was a search for monsters. He still spent money to invite scholars from the neighbourhood to memorize it verbatim.

　　 There is a record in the torturer, that mortals should not provoke the immortals or demon who are in the world~www.mtlnovel.com~ The immortal is not necessarily a blessing, the demon must be a curse.

"delicious!"

　　 The old beggar ate the chicken and licked his shiny lips, and said with a smile: "The Yancheng is not peaceful today. Don't stay here anymore and go home early."

　　 "Huh eh!"

　　 The stall owner subconsciously agreed, and then looked up, the old beggar had disappeared.

　　 Recalling what the old beggar said, he would rather believe what he had than what he didn't. He quickly cleaned up the stalls and ran home with the cart.

　　The old beggar came all the way to the outside of the Chenghuang Temple and looked up and saw the words "Protecting the Environment and Anmin".

　　 Countless people in the Chenghuang Temple put up incense to pray, and many foreigners who came to see the excitement also entered the temple along with the crowds.

　　The old beggar is like a fish swimming, shuttled in the crowd, and quickly mixed into the main hall of the Chenghuang Temple.

　　 Yizhou Chenghuang, the main hall is extremely spacious, and hundreds of people are not crowded in it.

Next to 　　, there are two auxiliary halls on the left and right, which are dedicated to civil and military judges and various divisions.

　　The old beggar squatted in the shadow in the corner and waited. He couldn't help but touched the storage bag in his arms. Although it was a bit hot, the bag seemed to be smeared with paste and couldn't be shaken off.

　　 "The old man has been cautious all his life, and when he is approaching, he still bows for five buckets of rice!"

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