Zongwu: Invite the moon to the palace, and you will have a husband

Chapter 345 The royal master respects the prince, and enjoys the incense of all peoples to kneel and worship

"Report!"

At this moment, a black-robed confidant came up from the stairs of the tower.

Bowing his head, he quickly walked to the side of the big python leather chair of King Beiyou, knelt down on one knee and saluted respectfully.

"My lord!"

"Two urgent reports!"

Hearing the report from his cronies, King Beiyou was still looking at the battlefield dozens of miles away, his face as calm as water.

He only slightly tapped the finger on the handle of the knife.

Seeing this, the confidant quickly lowered his head, respectfully cupped his hands and said:

"Yes, my lord!"

"The first urgent report..."

"Pangyou, the leader of the witch tribe, led a thousand elite witch warriors..."

"I am trying my best to break through the encirclement defense line set up by our army, pointing directly at the direction of Youzhou City..."

"Our army... none of our generals is an opponent..."

"It is estimated that in half an hour, Pound You and others will kill you in Youzhou City..."

After the first urgent report was reported, the aide held his breath and raised his head cautiously, asking for instructions.

"Half an hour..."

King Beiyou leaned back on the big chair and said something in a deep voice.

The long and narrow eagle eyes narrowed coldly and playfully, and then tapped their fingers lightly.

Seeing this, the confidant quickly understood, bowed his hands respectfully and continued:

"Yes, my lord!"

"The second urgent report..."

"Last night, I went to search for the Black Iron Knight who was the only woman who escaped from Youzhou City..."

"I haven't returned to Youzhou City yet, and it has been three hours since the falcons have sent back their news..."

After reporting the two urgent reports, the cronies hold their breath and look up...

Seeing the man in the boa robe raised his finger slightly, he hastily lowered his head and kowtowed respectfully.

"Yes, my lord!"

Then, respectfully got up, and stepped back quickly to the top terrace.

After the footsteps of his cronies disappeared, King Beiyou stood up from the big chair and walked to the edge of the terrace.

Looking at the fiery battlefield in front of him, there is an elite army of witches like a black dragon.

The iron-blue giant at the dragon's head was swinging a big axe, tearing wildly at the defense of its own army.

The giant copper-bell-like eyes pointed directly at the Youzhou city tower with a strong fighting intent.

Seeing this scene, the middle-aged man suddenly sneered playfully.

Then, he turned around slightly and looked at the two people on both sides of the big chair behind him.

His eyes fell on the middle-aged Taoist in green robe, and he asked in a deep voice:

"Daozhang, how long will it take to refine the blood pill?"

"Going back to the prince, it will take half an hour..."

The green-robed Taoist arched his hands slightly, and said again:

"The ordinary blood of 40 mortals in Youzhou is no better than the pure blood of martial arts practitioners..."

"Although there is a sky-defying formation like the Blood Spirit Formation to condense and refine it, it is still very time-consuming..."

Having said that, the middle-aged Taoist hesitated and paused.

Tranquility looked at the battlefield in front of him, thought for a moment, and then continued:

"However, my lord..."

"The blood pill has been condensed and smelted into a pill, but the last trace of tempering is missing..."

"If the prince is in urgent need, the difference in the effect of taking it at this moment is not very big..."

"At least, there is no problem in helping the prince to break through the realm of Martial Dao and Divine Dao..."

"Half an hour, don't rush..."

King Beiyou waved his hand, and said in a calm and playful voice:

"Perhaps half an hour later, we can refine a second blood pill..."

"Master, do you think so?"

Hearing what King Beiyou said, the green-robed Taoist was startled for a moment.

Then, the originally pure and indifferent expression instantly became a little stunned and unbelievable.

"The lord wants to take Pound You, and use his Wuren Martial Dao Qi and blood to refine a second blood pill?"

"What does the Taoist think is wrong?"

King Beiyou's voice was calm, and he affirmed with questions instead of answers.

"But my lord, Pangyou is also a strong martial artist..."

"And with the blood of a witch, the qi and blood in his body are extraordinary..."

"The consequences of moving him rashly..."

Having said that, Taoist Qingpao looked dignified.

But then suddenly realized something, the evil eyes suddenly lit up and said:

"My lord, are you sure?!"

"Ha ha..."

Hearing this, King Beiyou smiled playfully, "Isn't there still Daoist you?"

"If my king remembers correctly, the Taoist priest should be a sword cultivator at the Golden Core Dacheng Realm!"

"You and I join forces, plus the [-] black iron heavy cavalry that this king prepared for him in advance..."

"Although these are nothing to the strong warriors in the aura realm..."

"But it's better to waste qi and blood and weaken qi machine than nothing..."

"Small opportunities are sometimes the key to victory..."

"So... Daoist, what do you think our chances are?"

"how..."

The green-robed Taoist pondered for a while, nodded his head in a calm tone and said:

"Can!"

After finishing speaking, the Taoist raised his head, looked at Xiao Se's chilling sky, and said with a little emotion:

"The prince's heart is full of hills and valleys, and he is so talented!"

"As expected of the person whom both Master and Emperor Ming De fell in love with at the same time!"

"Hehe, I'm ashamed to say..."

"Pindao originally thought that Master sent me to Youzhou this time..."

"It's just helping the prince to refine blood pills, and then blaming the Beizhou witch tribe..."

"Unexpectedly, the prince's thoughts are far-reaching, and his plans are even bigger!"

"Good! Very good! So good!"

The middle-aged Taoist stroked his beard slightly, and said a few "yes" in succession.

Accompanying him, his expression was a little excited, Yaoxie, and said:

"If you can really win the pound this time, you can refine the second blood pill!"

"Haha, don't talk about breaking through the divine way, even the half-step Martial God Pindao also thinks that the prince is expected to touch it!"

"At that time, even if the matter of the Youzhou Blood Buddha is revealed..."

"With his group of nerds in Qingyun Mountain, and those idealistic idiots in Chaotang..."

"Haha, I'm afraid there is no one in Dazhen who can cure the prince!"

I don't know what deep relationship this middle-aged evil has with King Beiyou.

At this moment, seeing that King Beiyou is expected to touch the half-step Martial God, as if he is expected to reach the top, he is even more excited.

"Hahaha, when the time comes, just rely on the prince's half-step Martial God cultivation base..."

"Maybe Emperor Mingde will set up a golden statue for the prince in the National Temple..."

"From then on, we will share the incense of the royal family, the master, and the people of all generations and bow down..."

"After all, the Dazhen Human Race has changed dynasties for thousands of years, and there has never been a Martial God!"

"Hahaha..."

Hearing these words, King Beiyou, who had always been cold and calm, couldn't help laughing excitedly.

Here, the black-robed subordinate who has been standing quietly beside him is wrapped like a black shadow.

Very observant, aware of the excitement on the terrace.

Hastily walked back to the lobby behind the terrace, brought two glasses of spirits...

Respectfully walked up to King Beiyou, the middle-aged Taoist, bowed his head respectfully.

"My lord, Daoist!"

"Okay, come on, Daoist..."

"Thank you, Daoist Priest, for your help!"

King Beiyou held up the bronze wine set and raised his hand in respect.

"My lord, you are welcome..."

"Please..."

All in one drink!

Then, with a bang, King Beiyou dropped the bronze wine set.

Looking at the man in black robe standing respectfully aside, his voice was calm and calm.

"Black One..."

"Master..."

The black-robed man hastily lowered his head and cupped his fists respectfully.

"Half an hour, hurry up and get ready..."

"Yes, Master!"

After speaking, the man named Hei Yi was about to leave quickly.

At this time, he was suddenly stopped by King Beiyou again.

"Wait a minute, except for the [-] black iron heavy cavalry reserved..."

"Others, send three more teams of black cavalry to search for the whereabouts of the escaped woman..."

"My lord, I want to see people when I live, and I want to see corpses when I die!"

"Yes, Master!"