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God Emperor of Dragon Tripod (Web Novel) - Chapter 979 Big Owl Technique

Chapter 979 Big Owl Technique

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Back then, Zhou Rizhou had almost fallen under the fierce attack of the ghosts. The Lord of Zhou, Sun Yan, had no choice but to ask for help from the Chu Army, the Big Stone Continent, and the Eight Desolate Continents at the same time. In the end, the ghosts were driven away, but Zhou Rizhou was divided up by the three forces. There were only five remaining city walls under Zhou Rizhou's control. Shi Guang City was one of these five city walls.

In an underground secret room in Shi Guang City, Ivan and the other fifteen Half Spirit Race members were locked up in one place. Their bodies weren't harmed, but their faces were pale, their lips were dry, and their eyes were blank.

A grey-haired, sinister old man slowly walked past Ivan and the others and said coldly, "Have you figured it out? As long as you tell us how to set up the teleportation array, there will immediately be delicious food and water to drink."

"Don't waste your time. We won't even say anything even if we die of hunger and thirst!" Ivan said disdainfully in a hoarse voice.

The white-haired old man stopped and stared at Ivan with a sinister gaze. He gave a thumbs up and said, "Very backbone. However, when you are so hungry that you want to take a bite of a stone, I hope you can still be so backbone."

The old man turned around and walked out to close the iron gate. Then, he threw a steaming steamed bun in from outside the iron fence. Steamed buns rolled in front of the Half Spirit Race. Ivan and the others, who had been hungry for two days, couldn't help but swallow their saliva. However, everyone quickly closed their eyes as if they didn't see them.

The white-haired old man did not leave. Instead, he watched with interest. These Half-Spirit Races were not Immortal Cultivators. They were all flesh and blood like body cultivators. They had to eat every day. He did not believe that these hungry Half-Spirit Races could resist temptation.

There is no doubt that hunger is an extremely terrifying thing. It can destroy a person's body, and then destroy a person's will, turning a person into a wild beast. People in a state of hunger and thirst can do anything, eat grass and bark … Everything that can be eaten is stuffed into their mouths, even eating people. In a famine-stricken year, it is not uncommon to eat children.

Although his eyes were closed, the fragrance of the steamed bun was still drilled into his nose. The hungry Half Spirit Race felt even more uncomfortable with their empty stomachs. Their stomachs let out rumbling sounds of protest. Finally, someone couldn't help but open their eyes and stare at the steamed bun.

The white-haired old man smiled and said indifferently, "If you want to eat, then eat it. Eat it boldly. I have more here!" After saying that, he pointed to a plate of delicious buns on the table beside him, as well as a roasted chicken that was roasted to a golden color.

A Half Spirit youth gritted his teeth and stood up.

The other Half Spirit Race clansmen opened their eyes and Ivan shouted with a heavy face, "Mu Tie'er, sit down!"

"Mu Tie'er, don't eat!"

"Mu Tie'er, being a traitor is a disgrace to our Half Spirit Race!"

"Mu Tie'er, don't let me look down on you."

"Don't be a coward!"

The white-haired old man sneered, "Don't listen to them. In this world, you can't live with anyone and you can't live with yourself. Eat. No matter what others say, you can only live and enjoy more."

Mu Tie'er trembled as she bent down to pick up the steamed buns on the ground. The other half of the clan calmed down and looked at Mu Tie'er with regret. The white-haired old man smiled and nodded with encouragement, "Eat!"

Mu Tie'er suddenly raised her steamed bun and threw it at the white-haired old man, cursing, "Go to hell!"

The smile on the white-haired old man's face froze as he smashed the steamed bun into pieces.

"Good job, Mu Tie'er!"

"I knew you wouldn't be a coward!"

"Mu Tie'er is indeed worthy of being a warrior of our Half Spirit Race!"

Yi Fan and the others all cheered. Mu Tie'er waved her fist, looked at the white-haired old man with contempt, and walked back to her seat.

The white-haired old man's face was ashen as he shouted, "Separate them and let them drink only one mouthful of water every day!" After saying that, he left with a flick of his sleeve.

The white-haired old man left the secret room with a swish of his breath. Just as he left, he saw a red-robed old woman standing there. He couldn't help but be shocked. He hurriedly bowed respectfully and said, "This subordinate greets the lord of the continent!"

The red-robed old woman shouted ferociously, "Are those Half Spirit Race untouchables still unwilling to say anything?"

The white-haired old man's back was covered in cold sweat as he carefully said, "Lord Hui Zhou, they are still unwilling to say anything, but they will definitely say it in a few days if they are hungry. A mere Half-Spirit Race's flesh and blood body won't last long!"

The red-robed old woman's body emitted a terrifying aura as she shouted, "Gongshu Pan, no matter what method you use, this continent lord, chop off your feet, cut off your hands, or dig out your eyes and cut your flesh. In short, you must obtain the teleportation array, otherwise, you will not be able to live!"

The white-haired old man was so frightened that his face turned pale. He repeatedly said, "Lord Prefecture Master, don't worry. This subordinate will definitely obtain the teleportation diagram!"

The red-robed old woman snorted coldly, "Now go with me to meet the guests of the Eight Desolate Continents. Do you understand?"

"This subordinate understands!"

The red-robed old woman turned around and walked away. Gongshu Pan secretly wiped his sweat and followed behind.

In the hall.

When a cultivator saw the red-robed old woman walk in, he immediately greeted her respectfully and said, "Du Ruhui greets Lord Sun!"

This person was none other than the seventh prince, Du Ruhui. It turned out that after the overthrow of the 200,000 Chongming Army in the Jie River that day, Du Ruhui and Du Ru'nan were spared under the protection of their personal guards. They lost 200,000 troops. They knew that it would be futile to help Du Wu again, so they secretly sneaked back to Chongming Island. After hearing that Du Wu Bing had died, the two brothers didn't dare to show their heads. They packed up their treasures and fled to the Eight Desolates Continent to seek refuge in Wanwujiang.

Sun Yaksha snorted coldly as he strode past Du Ruhui. He sat on the main seat of the hall with his horse and golden saber. A trace of shame and indignation flashed through Du Ruhui's eyes. Back then, his father, Du Zhenwei, was still there. Even though Sun Yaksha's temper was hot, Seeing him, he would maintain a little courtesy. To actually neglect him like this now is truly a cold world. However, isn't there only five cities left for your Sun Yaksha? What's there to be ridiculous about? This time, you have offended Chu Jun's Slaughter Star. If he hadn't fallen in the Sea of No Immortals, when he comes back, you would have suffered even worse consequences than our Du Clan.

"Why did Wan Wujiang send you here?" Sun Yaksha asked coldly.

Du Ruhui turned around and his expression returned to normal. He greeted him respectfully and said, "I heard that Lord Sun has successfully captured a teleportation formation construction team from the Chu army. I wonder if you have the teleportation formation diagram in your possession?"

Sun Yaksha's long and narrow eyes shone with a fierce light as he angrily said, "This old man Wan Wujiang is eager to enjoy his success. Why didn't he capture him himself? I will do what I offended Chu Shaxing !"

"Lord Sun is too serious. The Immortal Cultivator Guild is keeping a close eye on him. The Eight Desolates King is just inconvenient to make a move." Du Ruhui hurriedly explained.

"They're all old bastards who have lived for thousands of years. Don't play tricks on anyone. Cut the crap. I captured them. Even if I get the teleportation diagram, I won't give them to you. At most, we'll send someone to help you build the teleportation diagram in the future!"

"Yes, yes, yes, of course!" Du Ruhui nodded.

"Also, the twelve cities of the Eight Desolate Continents that occupy the Sun Continent must be returned to me first. Otherwise, there's no need to talk about cooperation!" Sun Yaksha said sternly.

Du Ruhui smiled and said, "This junior can't make the decision, but I will report to the Eight Desolates King that these twelve city walls will definitely be returned to you. However, I don't know about the teleportation array …"

Sun Yaksha glanced at Gongshu Pan. The latter immediately understood and said, "Some of the Half Spirit Race have already confessed, and some of the tough bones are still resisting!"

Du Ruhui turned his gaze and said, "That's troublesome. That Li Xiangjun is very cunning. The Teleportation Array Construction Team only has a dozen or so people each. Only when they come together can they build a complete Teleportation Array. Not even a single person is needed."

Gongshou Pan said confidently, "They will open their mouths!"

Du Ruhui smiled and said, "That's for sure. However, I have a disciple from the Heavenly Shaman Sect who is proficient in soul searching techniques. I really can't let him use soul searching techniques!"

Sun Yaksha sneered and said, "Let your people search for souls. I would be so stupid, but soul searching is not necessarily safe. If I meet someone who has a strong will to resist, and the divine sea might explode, then everything will be in vain."

"Lord Sun is right!" Du Ruhui smiled.

"Go back and tell Wan Wujiang not to think about plotting against me. Otherwise, I will only want to go back to Zhuri Continent. I won't want anything else!"

"Haha, that's right. As long as the teleportation array is in hand, Lord Sun will be responsible for stalling Tao Fei's Yudong Flag. After the Eight Desolates King and Thunder Jade King destroy the Immortal Cultivation Guild, they will deal with Chu Jun. At that time, Tao Fei's Yudong Flag will definitely withdraw, and Lord Sun will be able to regain control of Zhou Ri Continent!" Du Ruhui said.

Sun Yaksha sneered, "Wan Wujiang is so confident in destroying the Immortal Cultivator Guild. Don't be destroyed by the Immortal Cultivator Guild at that time!"

"Without the help of Chu Jun, how could the Immortal Cultivator Guild be a match for the alliance forces of the Thunder Jade Army and the Eight Desolates Army!" Du Ruhui said proudly.

Sun Yaksha said coldly, "Don't forget, with the relationship between the Chu Army and the Immortal Cultivation Guild, as long as the battle goes on, the Chu Army will definitely support the Immortal Cultivation Guild."

Du Ruhui smiled mysteriously and said, "Continent Lord Sun doesn't know anything. If the Chu army's Northern Banner and Western Banner are trapped in the Ghost Realm, will they send troops to rescue them? If Tao Fei's Imperial Eastern Banner has to be transferred to the Ghost Realm, wouldn't the city that you occupied by the Imperial Eastern Banner on a daily basis be able to return without crippling a single soldier?"

Sun Yaksha's fierce eyes flashed with a cold light as he coldly said, "Do you have a way to trap Sao Bei Qi and Ping Xi Qi in the Ghost World?"

Du Ruhui said proudly, "What kind of place is the Ghost Realm? It is not suitable for cultivators to fight there. As long as the Chu Army dares to enter the Ghost Realm, there is no need for us to use any tricks. Sooner or later, the Chu Army will fall into it."

Sun Yaksha frowned and said, "But we also have an army there. Doesn't that mean that even our people have fallen into it?"

Du Ruhui smiled sinisterly and said, "The Eight Desolate Kings don't care about the fifty thousand troops. Could it be that Lord Sun cares about the less than twenty thousand Japanese soldiers?"

The Gongshu Disk couldn't help but suck in a breath of cold air. These big owls were indeed cold-blooded and resolute. They did everything they could to the extreme. To them, the lives of 50,000 of their own people were like ants, and they could give up at any time.

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