After Zhang Kun discovered that the rumors recently spread in the cities and countryside around Baling were very detrimental to him.

On the one hand, he accelerated his movements, used his whole body's skills, used miraculous medical methods, and cooperated with various hell training methods to directly stimulate the blood of the little carp, and successfully transformed into a dragon. This was regarded as adding another fifth-level combat power to Baling, and at the same time, it also provided the next

A step-by-step plan is being planned in advance.

This is just one of them.

In addition, they used rumor to rumor, spread all kinds of absurd and specious news, and tried their best to muddy the waters so that others would no longer pay attention to the bloodline of the fifth-level dragon.

If in the previous worlds, with these two methods, Zhang Kun would not be afraid to defend Baling and face all sides.

But this world is a little different.

He had no absolute certainty that he could block prying eyes from all directions and possible incoming attacks.

Because, this world has magical powers and magic.

Even if you haven't mastered it yourself, you can still get support from the upper world.

What does this say?

If we were to defend passively, it would be a lot of fun if some stupid young man used some incomprehensible magical powers or took out some extremely powerful magic weapon to attack the people of Baling directly. He would not be able to stop or break them.

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It doesn't matter if you are injured or defeated.

The key point is that after finally controlling the foundation of Baling, the income has now reached 25 dragon energy points every day. As time goes by, the base of this harvest is still growing. It is precisely

Great situation.

No matter what, Zhang Kun is not willing to let anyone ruin a major event.

What is the concept of 25 dragon energy points per day?

Zhang Kun casually settled the accounts...

Even if the hearts of the people of Baling remain the same, if they don't expand territory, spread their reputation, or do things that are beneficial to the people and the development of humanity, but just hold on to the fruits, they can easily harvest 750 dragon energy points in a month.

It is now close to 5,300 dragon energy points. It only takes one month to reach 6,000. It only takes more than three months to accumulate enough dragon energy points to upgrade to the fifth level and second realm, the middle stage of Shenwu.

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The further you reach the advanced realm, the improvement of each level, the increase in combat power, and the understanding of the rules of heaven and earth will double in a spiral.

As long as he can reach the mid-level strength of the Divine Martial Realm.

Zhang Kun dared to formally raise his banner and truly intervene in the fight for the Dongting Water Palace.

Even when facing real people and monsters with late-stage Yuanshen strength, it is not impossible to compete head-on.

He follows the path of cultivating the three elements of spirit, energy and spirit, and he can understand the field of warfare in advance. His true combat power is much stronger than that of Taoists and demon cultivators who specialize in one discipline. He can leapfrog a small level to fight against the enemy.

It's too difficult.

Just because he didn't want to passively defend and ruin a good situation, Zhang Kun decided not to passively defend, but to take the initiative.

While rumors are spreading and those enemies who are deliberately targeting you are still hesitant about their beliefs and have not made up their mind to act, take action first and eliminate them one by one.

Seek stability, but not stability.

If you want peace, you must fight first.

Zhang Kun thought very clearly.

Sit quietly on the top of the hill behind the small village, hold your breath, hide your body, and breathe quietly.

A crescent moon crossed the sky, and in the blink of an eye the east became white.

The mountain village in the early morning was not as peaceful as the story said.

But miserable and sad...

Everyone frowned and looked like they were facing a formidable enemy.

There was an old man with white hair, and he persuaded two families who were about to contribute their children with earnest words, either blaming each other out of righteousness, or bonding over family ties, and even called on the whole village to kneel down, so that the two families could no longer bear it.

He could only hide his face and wailed, watching helplessly as a boy and a girl were put into baskets and picked away, surrounded by more than ten young and strong escorts.

Everyone in the village who could move followed behind. Not only did they want to witness the sacrifice and see that the snake god could accept the sacrifice, but the other reason was, of course, to watch over the unwilling parents.

Keep a close eye on them so that they don't cause any trouble.

This is not just a matter for one household, but affects the livelihoods and lives of hundreds of thousands of people in 72 peaks and 36 villages and towns.

These days, the city is very sad, and the mountains and fields are even sadder.

Ordinary people are satisfied if they can live, breathe, and see the world for one more day.

In their view, the necessary offerings are actually not worth mentioning.

"Isn't it just thirty-six pairs of boys and girls? We can afford it. We call on everyone to have more children. As long as we can make the snake god happy, protect the surrounding areas from beasts and monsters, and allow everyone to live, we are willing."

A well-dressed old man's face was covered with weather and his expression was very majestic.

He didn't want to look at the children who were screaming miserably. He turned around and shouted loudly, doing the ideological work of thousands of mountain people watching around him.

"Only by learning to give up can you gain. There is no free food in this world, and there is no easy job. If you want to live, you can only learn to endure. You have time to be sad and have time to be sad, so you might as well go home early and have more children...

"

Having said this, the old man's eyes turned sharp and he said angrily:

"But if someone dares to escape privately, they are harming others and themselves. Don't blame the big guy for being ruthless."

He waved his hand and said coldly: "Bring Zhang Agen and Tong Heitan together..."

As soon as an order was given, a dozen young and strong men came out with ferocious looks, captured two men and two women, and pinned them to the ground. Ignoring their cries, the old man waved his hand: "Beat these two families to death with sticks and tie up the children."

Go up."

While he was talking, someone hit him on the head and face with a stick, and the people around him were all wailing, not daring to plead for mercy.

The old man dealt with the illegal mountain people, counted the number of boys and girls, and then a smile appeared on his face. He bowed to the middle-aged Taoist priest next to him and said respectfully: "Master Wuyun,

This year’s ceremony has been prepared, and all children are in good health without any illness or disaster. I wonder if I can invite the mountain god to enjoy it?”

"It's okay, but Mr. Li, what happened this time will never happen again. You have to make it clear to the village chiefs. You can't cry and hurt your mind. Let them understand that because of their merits,

, it is a great honor for everyone to survive, and the good days are still to come..."

"Yes, the immortal is right."

Immortal Master Wuyun said a word and said no more. He flicked the whisk and made a secret with one hand, and the wind started to rise.

"Please honor me, Your Majesty."

From the majestic mountains shrouded in five-color smoke, there was a sound of howling wolves and howling tigers.

Immediately afterwards, dozens or hundreds of monsters with animal heads and human bodies swaggered down the mountain in the wind, rolling up a black frenzy.

The hundreds or thousands of mountain people who looked at this scene were trembling with fear.

Every year we see these monsters coming to take in boys and girls, and we are frightened every year, but they dare not not come. Even if they are extremely frightened, they still have to take a few more looks.

This year it’s his home, next year it’s my home.

Every household has to draw lots for enshrining boys and girls, and no family with school-age children can escape.

Unless, unless we are sure to escape from the pursuit of Thirty-Six Villages, and fight our way out of the monsters and monsters all over the mountains and plains, we have to find a place where we can live without being oppressed.

This is simply impossible.

If there really was such a place, they wouldn't have been unable to survive and fled to the wilderness under Snake Pan Mountain.

Even though there are monsters causing trouble here, at least you don’t have to pay taxes, and you can always live on for a few more years.

After being worshiped by the snake god, he can more or less control these little monsters and prevent them from causing chaos and going down the mountain to eat people.

There is no other way to worship one's own children.

A big man with a height of two feet and a tiger head with a king's pattern on his forehead came forward with a smile, took a good look at these boys and girls, nodded to Immortal Master Wuyun with great satisfaction, and then glared fiercely.

He risked a glance at the crowd and secretly swallowed his saliva. Only then did he hold back the bloodthirsty feeling in his heart.

"take away."

A swarm of little demons swarmed around him, making strange noises.

The wind is blowing.

The first few wolf demons that pounced on the child, before they could get close to the child, plopped and rolled to the ground.

In the bloody nose, the original shape appeared, revealing the shape of an animal body with its head and body separated.

"Who, who?"

The tiger demon opened its mouth and roared filial piety, and took out the sword from its waist, as if facing a formidable enemy.

Poof...

Before it even raised its sword, a figure appeared in front of it, and a ray of golden light flashed past. Hundreds of monsters seemed to have been cut by scythes, and all their heads fell to the ground.

No one could see clearly what the young man in white robe, who looked like a scholar, was doing.
To be continued...