Glancing at the nearby Xiao Qin Old Palace, Zhao Wen sighed secretly in his heart, and I made the second highest decision in my mind to talk to the First Emperor before that time.

"It takes even one pound of spiritual soil to be purified from one ton of soil!"

When all the Imperial Guards who did not participate in the bloody battle in the wasteland were wiped out, the local geniuses grew up again.

The Jin Yiwei, who were originally exerting pressure on each other, had no choice but to extend their lifespans and try to survive while inquiring about information.

Zhao Wenzhong smiled and said: "Worry, in Xiao Qin, I am the highest heaven, there is nothing that can escape my control!"

Your Majesty was able to recruit 20 million imperial troops when there were only 700 million people. Now Xiao Qin has a population of 100 billion and is still dealing with an astonishing number of goblins. How can he only recruit 100 million?

When all the descendants of the imperial family left with excitement on their faces, the Jin Yiwei and the Dongchang inner guards who had been sitting silently practicing on the side, as well as many government officials and the Taoist priests brought back by Xiao Song, stood behind Zhao Wen in unison.

But among them, a large number of spiritual fruits have grown in Shouyang Mountain for decades, and this was also the time when Zhao Wen had the least harvest in the world of Journey to the West.

"Your Majesty, the preparation of the 100 million forbidden troops has not been completed yet, and Wang Jian, the chief assistant of the military pavilion, is here asking for an audience!" Chu Yi said with a respectful bow.

My own man is my own, whether there is any one of Qu Ruo, Lu Zhi, Jing Rou, and Zhaoshan who is soft-hearted.

The smallest number were those who retired into the civil service system of the DPRK and China. The young ones were placed in various counties. Those who retired into the army were directly placed in the Forbidden Army.

"A magic weapon, in the hands of Yuanshen monks, can cultivate tens of thousands of acres of surrounding fields in a flash. Even farming without a magic weapon can save countless labor."

He waved towards the remaining immortal beast bones nearby. With Zhao Wen's current cultivation level in the realm of immortals, and in the Xiao Qin Palace, it was extremely difficult to refine magic weapons from the bones of immortal beasts. It couldn't even be said that as long as it was shaped, it wouldn't be a magic weapon.

A magic weapon.
Chapter completed!