Chapter 647

Rong Jin quickly laughs: "Qingge, I don't want to watch Mu Mu get bored, so I will accompany him to come out for a walk."

"That's it." Small regiment son a sing a way, "have Rong Jin uncle in, that eat child of fierce beast, also dare not casually come."

Mo Qingge

These two people sing in unison, it is really more and more tacit understanding!

"Cough, clear song." Rong Jin then changed the topic and said, "you see, since you're all here, why don't you come with us to visit the puppet army newly cast in Donghai?"

"Mother, Mumu wants to see it." Little Tuanzi gave her a pathetic look.

"All right."

Mo Qingge's anger suddenly dissipated: "let's go and have a look together, Mumu. Come down quickly and let uncle hold it all the time. Uncle Rongjin will be tired."

Small regiment son Zheng Zheng Zheng, but some don't want to, lean in Rong Jin bosom, lightly grasp his clothes.

"It doesn't matter. A small ball can weigh a lot." Rong Jin didn't care.

Hearing this, little Tuanzi was happy: "Mumu likes uncle Rongjin best!"

After that, I gave him a smack.

Mo Qingge sighed helplessly, but pretended to see nothing and turned to lead the way.

There are countless lines of defense in the East China Sea, which can be said to be lax.

Over the past three hundred years, Mo Qingge has focused on making iron puppets and hot weapons in order to further improve the demon clan military.

Finally, it took 300 years to borrow dozens of craftsmen from Dongdu to forge the puppet Legion.

Puppet legions are all made of iron puppets, and most of them have some consciousness.

Compared with soldiers, iron puppets are many times more powerful in physical fitness and attack power.

The most important point is to be obedient.

Three people to the border camp, along the way, countless imperial see Mo Qingge, all bow salute.

Under the guidance of the leader, the three came to the puppet army.

The iron puppets that came into view were in a row, tall, strong and indestructible.

The two iron puppets, Xiao Pang and Xiao Shou, came and offered tea

"Queen, please drink water."

Looking around, the puppet Legion can't see the end at a glance. Roughly speaking, there are more than 10000.

"Qingge." Rong Jin's eyes were straight. "This puppet army can resist 300000 troops at least."

Mo Qingge said with a noncommittal smile: "if you cooperate with the military artillery, you can resist about 500000 troops."

Rong Jin Mou color a bright, the line of sight falls in front of that row of army guns, surprised ten thousand: "you just tube this call what?"

"Military artillery."

Mo Qingge blurts out.

"It looks like a black pipe. Is it really as powerful as you say?" Rong Jin still doesn't believe it.

"If you don't believe me, why don't you try it yourself?" Mo Qingge said with a smile.

"Good."

Rongjin immediately came to interest, first put down the little ball in his arms, and said in a low voice: "Mumu, open your eyes and watch. Uncle Rongjin will try the power of this army gun for you."

"Good!"

Xiaotuanzi clapped his hands happily.

Rong Jin retreats half a step, and Mo Qingge sits lazily on the gun, ready to start the fire.

At this time, Gu Mumu secretly asked: "mother, will uncle Rongjin be killed by this army gun?"

"Cough, die... Should not die." Mo Qingge explained vaguely, "however, he is delicate. If he is too careless, he may be turned into a flower."

"Ah?"

Hear here, Gu Mu Mu face dew a little worried, in the heart secretly pray for uncle Rong Jin.

"Qingge, come on On the other side, Rong Jin can't wait to urge.

"Rong Jin, you're ready."

Mo Qingge belly black smile, then palm wind hand, urged the army gun.

Bang——

A loud bang across the sky, with the artillery across the sky, heavy fall in Rong Jin's position.

The mountains are falling apart and the earth is shaking.

Rong Jin slightly raised his eyes, the palm quickly condensed a shadow Dun, facing up.

Bang bang!

The gunfire smashed on yingdun, which made his yingdun split a little.

After a moment, the smoke dissipated, and Rong Jin still stood in the same place. Although he was not injured, his face was dark, and his clothes were burned out one by one. He looked a little embarrassed.

Where he fought, a huge sinkhole was blown up.

For a moment, he was a little surprised, probably surprised, that the power of the artillery was so abnormal.

It's his negligence.

"Why, uncle Rongjin is missing." Gu Mumu said happily, "who is this?"

Mo Qingge

Helian Rongjin

Rong Jin put out his hand to wipe his dark face, and then showed his two eyes.

"How about Rong Jin?" Mo Qingge asked with a smile.

"Hum, it's my negligence." Rong Jin snorts coldly, "however, this Army Artillery deals with the strong below the realm of heaven and God, should be nothing to say."

If it is controlled by Qingge and the firepower is fully opened, it is difficult for him to parry without injury.

"Qingge, teach me how to refine this cannon?" Rong Jin seems to be moved.

"This cannon is our hot weapon. It's not difficult to refine it. However, in order to enhance its power, I added some mysterious force into it. Therefore, it is extremely lethal to the practitioners." Mo Qingge explained vaguely.

Ordinary artillery is almost indifferent to the strong practitioners.

So, she just made some improvements.

Rong Jin could not help sighing: "Qingge, with this army in the East China Sea, even if the demon emperor does not come back, no one will be able to invade."

"Uncle Rong Jin." Small regiment son seriously tangled way, "after, this ten thousand boundary demon emperor is my elder brother from."

"Cough, I almost forgot that little boy just took the throne today." Rong Jin suddenly recovered, "for a while, I have to take a big gift to congratulate him!"

I didn't expect that three hundred years passed in a flash.

"By the way, Qingge." Then, Rong Jin turned his head again, "has there been any news from the divine world recently?"

Normally speaking, three hundred years have passed, and it's time for that ice face to leave Tianxing Pavilion as scheduled.

"Not yet."

"Maybe in two days." Rong Jin smiles and can only comfort her.

"Well."

Ink song should only be a word, eyes, but across a trace of indescribable loss, fleeting.

Uncle Huang, it's been three hundred years, and I don't know how you are living in the divine world.

……

At night, with the fireflies flashing in the inner hall, Mo Qingge sits by the bed and loads several pills into the channeling ring.

The ring was shining with silver.

This is from Uncle Huang.