Puyang, the stars are shining, the night wind is clear, and the rich fragrance of flowers comes with the wind.

Along the tall building in the distance, a girl's melodious singing came. With the girl's singing, it was a melodious and pleasant sound of the piano, gurgling like streams and light rain, enough to clean up the dust accumulated in my heart.

A floating mountain peak of about a radius slowly floated through the ten-day city. The sharp peaks above and rich at the bottom were covered with metal scales that were as thick as one meter. The entire mountain was integrated with no gaps, but countless dense arrows were opened up.

On the black metal scales, countless palm-sized runes flashed in succession, as if tens of thousands of fireflies were echoing each other. The faint rune fluorescent light was set against the black armor, and under the starlight, it was like a demon slowly floating across the sky.

Ying Yunpeng stood at the largest intersection in Shiri City, gritting his teeth and watching the floating mountain floating past the sky.

This is a floating battle fort created by the great craftsman of the Witch Palace using natural floating mountains and combining the most powerful witch formation and puppet technique of the Witch Palace. Such a floating battle fort seems inconspicuous, but it can withstand the siege of thousands of witches. Before the witch crystals in the battle fort are exhausted, even ordinary witch kings cannot damage the battle fort at all.

There are many such battle forts around Puyang. They are the strongest line of defense in Puyang and are the direct reflection of Emperor Shun's strong will in Puyang.

"unlucky!"

Ying Yunpeng was in a state of anger. He raised his feet and wanted to stomp heavily on the ground. But he quickly suppressed his anger and placed his feet gently on the ground.

He was not afraid of the precepts of the Witch Palace. What are the rules and regulations such as the mountains, rivers and rivers on the surface are bullshit to him. He was heartbroken by these shops and buildings in Shiri City.

With Ying Yunpeng's strength, if he stomped his feet, the city would be shaken into pieces for half a decade, and at least he could kill hundreds of thousands of servants in the city. Waiter, who would he have to settle the losses?

"The mind is calm. The mind is calm... the mind is calm." Ying Yunpeng breathed gently and slowly regulated the boiling qi and blood in his body. This was the method he knew taught him. When he was upset, using this "Clean Heart Pudu Mantra" was very effective.

The qi and blood rushing in his body gradually calmed down, and the long raised hair slowly hanged down. Ying Yunpeng carried his hands behind his back. Step by step, he walked into the headquarters base of the Ten Riguo in Puyang with a gloomy face.

Several middle-aged men with ugly expressions followed Ying Yunpeng, sweating profusely, and cold sweat made their robe wet, and some people's sweat dripped down their clothes on the floor.

‘Da, dada’, sweat keeps dripping, and the water marks on the smooth stone slabs are clearly visible.

"What are you so afraid of doing?" Ying Yunpeng said calmly: "This... is not your responsibility, you don't have to be so careful."

Several middle-aged men let out a sigh of relief, and the expression on their faces became more beautiful.

Just a quarter of an hour ago, they had just received the news that the giant dragon turtle merchant ship that set out from the Ten-Day City to transport all the profits this year to the Donghuang Ten-Day Capital City. Just less than three million miles away from the Central Land World, they encountered a crazy void beast.

Ten giant merchant ships, people and ships, along with the priceless witch crystals, jade coins and other rare items on the ship, were swallowed up by the giant void beast in one bite. Only one of the witch kings responsible for escorting the fleet had a head and half of their upper body left, and escaped back with the secret method of blood escape. He spread the news back dangerously, and his soul collapsed and died.

It is less than three million miles away from Zhonglu. This is the gate of the Zhonglu world. Such a fierce void beast appeared. It was just happened to be encountered by the fleet of the Ten-Day Kingdom. This was extremely unlucky.

It was like a pair of archers fighting desperately across ten miles. The two shot one arrow at each other, but no one hit the other. But the strong wind blew, and the two arrows drifted out 30,000 miles, shooting a man who was squatting at home and eating and drinking honestly!

Only when you are so unlucky can you describe what happened to the Ten Days Kingdom this time.

"How big is the loss...? How big is the other losses except for the property sent back from the public?"

Entering a hall, Ying Yunpeng sat cross-legged on the mat above, looking at the middle-aged men standing in the hall coldly.

The few people whose faces were just a little better suddenly felt their knees soft and they all knelt on the ground with a few "dongdong" sounds.

The Ten-day City transports the Ten-day Kingdom the fleet that made profits in that year to the Ten-day Kingdom once a year. Such a fleet naturally has a strong escort force. There are as many as twenty high-level witch kings responsible for escorting on the ten merchant ships, and the total number of other intermediate and low-level witch kings exceeds a hundred.

In addition, the ten merchant ships are also the pinnacle of Puyang's weapon refining techniques. The defense of any merchant ship is 30% stronger than the battle fort that just floated over his head. Not to mention that the one who pulled these ten giant boats through the void were thirty high-level witch king-level dragon turtles!

Because of such powerful power, in addition to the profits of the Ten Days Market in the past year, the fleet also transported the private wealth of the powerful people of the Ten Days National Congress.

The Ten-day City is huge. In addition to the official government of the Ten-day Country, the large group of powerful people in the Ten-day Country, and the top tribes of the Ten-day Country have also set up their own shops in the Ten-day City to sell rare specialties in their territory.

All their profits this year, as well as the large amount of supplies they purchased, including mountain armor and weapons, were also in the fleet. They were large amounts of supplies that were enough to arm millions of elite troops, and the cargo owners belonged to the dozen most powerful top tribes in the Ten Day Kingdom.

"Long... Elder help!" Several middle-aged men screamed at the top of their lungs: "Too, too many. Except for the profits in the Duke's treasury in the Ten Days, all other large tribes have a large number of supplies accompanying them. Now they are all turned in."

Ying Yunpeng's body shook. Even though his Witch King's peak level cultivation level was still breathing out an old blood.

"You... did someone do that void beast intentionally, or..." Ying Yunpeng looked at his confidant subordinates in despair. Now he really wanted to draw his sword and chop these guys into pieces.

It would be fine if it was just the official loss of the Ten Days Kingdom. As for such losses, it is easy to use official excuses to shirk responsibility.

But the losses of those large tribes.

Those guys don’t care who you, Ying Yunpeng, or what excuses or reasons you have, if you lose their swords, they can cut ten or twenty swords on you. Now if they lose their weapons that can arm millions of elite troops, a hundred Ying Yunpeng is not enough to kill those tribe patriarchs and elders.

Just when he was at a loss, a young man staggered in.

"Long... Elder, it's not good! Dafeng Ling, he, he, he fell to death after he got drunk!"
Chapter completed!