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Six hundred and ninetieth chapters tyranny

Unexpectedly, since Chen Yanghua has a strong and bent personality, she is brave and calm before the battle, but she passively accepted the kindness of others and avoided the war, but did not take Qiao, but thanked her calmly.

Zhang Jiao said in surprise: "Major Chen, your personality is much better than your aunt."

Chen Yanghua always thought that Zhang Jiao, a legendary strong man with a green body and a tender face, was actually a rejuvenated old guy.

That's why birds of a feather flocked to her aunt, the "old man" in her forties, in a short period of time, which made her feel a bit like "hit into a gangster".

At this time, he heard Zhang Jiao tease his aunt and couldn't help but say in a muffled voice: "I will tell my second aunt this comment."

Zhang Jiao laughed, and did not make any more noise, turning his attention to the manifested fantasy species.

According to its geographical location, Chihu City is not suitable for farming.

Not to mention farms that grow natural grains, even the "planting building" that produces industrial grain products is not suitable for construction.

But those who fled to the tiger's army often lacked gold, silver and jewelry, and most of them like to enjoy it.

As the three major and powerful countries in the Great Zhou Dynasty, the adjacent areas of the "Tiger Crossing" are located in the border town, so the only city in which land is suitable for cultivation is the only city in the border town, and the Red Tiger City is a bit unique.

Therefore, driven by interests and after thousands of years of refining, this place has naturally become the most important natural grain supply center.

The cultivated land reclaimed from the suburbs is calculated in millions of acres.

Even the Jiangchu, Western Qin, Shanjin and the terrifying evil catastrophe that happened not long ago did not erase these traces of human greed.

The farm where the gods infiltrated the Doudians of the Congshen Relics belonged to the ancient doctor family of Jiangchu Chu, Qu Guang Duanmu.

There are hundreds of thousands of acres around.

The Zhuangzi, surrounded by endless green wheat, is square in the middle, and the large squares are surrounded by small squares, with a total of 3 layers.

The innermost yard is planted with several lush trees. Under the trees are not tap water pipes, but water wells.

There were two large thick porcelain jars next to the well that the three of them could not hold.

The jar was covered with green moss, and red and white lotus flowers bloomed on the half-filled water.

From time to time, swimming fishes leaned their heads under the lotus leaves and spit bubbles.

Everything is full of strong rural interests, which shows that the farm managers are quite elegant.

Unfortunately, this elegance has become his sin. After cutting all the white-haired farm manager Duanmu Song's wife, children, daughters-in-law, son-in-law, grandson, and granddaughter all of them cut their throats and bleeding.

Wearing Jiang Chu's military uniform, the leader of the "Crazy Army" who had just torn off his military rank on his shoulder, scratched his head with a chicken-like hair, and said gritting his teeth: "You Jiang Chu are having a comfortable life, and you have leisure and leisure to bring the whole scene.

Look at you, you are the family members of the Jiang Chuhao clan who betrayed their honor and converted to a cult. Let's take charge.

But a group of slaves live a life like a god by exploiting the people, and they deserve to die!

You are the only one left now. Do you want to eat the slaughter bun or do you plan to drink blood soup like the whole family?"

Duanmu Song, who had his knee bones broken and was sank in blood on the ground, raised his chin, whose jaw had been smashed.

He widened to the cracked sockets, a pair of blood-covered eyes staring at the middle-aged man who spoke, as if he wanted to imprint his appearance deeply in his mind. Even if he went to hell, he would not forget this enemy after drinking Mengpo soup.

If an ordinary person is watching such a terrifying gaze, he will not be frightened, at least he will have to avoid it slightly.

But the leader of the Crazy Army was completely fearless and looked back at Duanmu Song and laughed wildly, "By the way, I forgot that you have broken your chin, and you can't answer me."

Then I will choose for you.”

As he finished speaking, he waved his palm directly, used his palm instead of a knife to sway a qi blade, and cut off Duanmu Song's neck from the air.

Blood suddenly surged out, spewing out of the cavity more than one meter high.

In the bloody rain, the Holy Mother of Golden Light was coming from the sky and directly hit the head of the Crazy Army with the same wish.

This move did not seem to be fast, but it caused the air flow between the heaven and earth to move, like a vortex formed when the sank of a 10,000-ton wheel, completely sucking the body of the head of the Crazy Army.

It made him seem to take the initiative to bring his head over, and his head was broken by Ruyi and flew out, "Peng Peng Peng..." and broke through the many stone walls of the farm, and I don't know where it fell.

The other farm guards in the yard who were desperately waiting to die. Seeing this, the farmers' eyes that were originally as dim as dead reappeared in the hope of "life".

However, the Crazy Army did not become afraid because of the death of the head. Half rushed towards the Golden Light Mother, and the other half began to massacre prisoners nearby.

Since Zhang Jiao took action to fight the enemy, he naturally did not want to return without success. Seeing this scene through the vision of the fantasy seed, he immediately drove the Holy Mother of Golden Light to throw out the four-corner tower he was holding.

This tower is called "Four Corners" and can actually suppress all directions. After taking off the hand, it grows when the wind blows, and instantly turns into a level 9 pagoda that is more than 10 meters long from the tower to the top of the tower, hanging above the farm.

Countless strands of invisible torque were emitted, and hundreds of crazy troops were bound to cause trouble.

At the same time, 12 star kings from the Warden of the Gods and the Warlords all took action, and the magical powers of the Crazy Army were killed, and they were all clean after a while.

Outside the farm, Shen Yanghua at the ridge of the field, took advantage of the bright moonlight and saw a huge tower hanging in the distance, hustling the sky.

He asked curiously: "Guest Zhang, is it your Taoist soldier who took action?"

"Yeah." Zhang Jiao nodded casually, "Those rioters are cruel and they are really crazy people. I can only send them to the West as soon as possible.

Why, do you still need to leave a few more survivors and record your confession?”

"No, if it is certain that it is the Western Qin Crazy Army, you will be killed without any reason," Shen Yanghua shook her head and said, "Their bodies are the best confession."

"That's true. With their mental state, I feel that I can't ask anything." Zhang Jiao said in agreement, but his heart suddenly trembled slightly.

Although these crazy soldiers showed no signs of infecting the power of the external gods from the beginning of his induction, their performance was too similar to those of the evil believers.

Group abuse and killing civilians, even women and children are not spared.

At this time, Shen Yanghua, who was standing beside him, saw the giant tower hanging in the air slowly dissipating from the real and empty space, and the noise came to an abrupt end. He asked, "Guest Zhang, has your Taoist soldiers wiped out the crazy army on the farm?"

"Yes," Zhang Jiao came to his senses and nodded and said, "It's over."

Let’s take a look now. There are still many injured survivors in the farm.”

There is an old saying that seeing is true.
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