Datang's strongest super god army

Chapter 59

Chapter 59

Along the way, Chen Qiao led the Jifengying to his first destination at the fastest speed, the country of Qiuci where Nanwucao was located.

Three days later, after a long journey, Chen Qiao finally came to the country of Kucha.

"Who are you!"

The soldiers guarding the city saw the menacing Chen Qiao and Ji Fengying blocking their way into the country of Kucha, and asked aloud.

"I am the commander-in-chief of the Black Dragon Army of the Tang Dynasty, and I request to meet your king!" Chen Qiao got off his back and walked towards the soldiers guarding the city step by step.

"Is it possible that our king can see you as soon as you say you see him?" The soldier refused to let go, drinking three times and saying four times: "The king ordered me to guard the city gate and not let a foreigner enter Kucha, you better go! "

Chen Qiao put one hand on the handle of the Kunwu knife, suppressed the anger in his heart, and said in a calm voice: "I am here for Nanwucao, please be lenient."

Hearing that Chen Qiao was coming for Nanwucao, the dozen or so soldiers defending the city suddenly pointed their guns at Chen Qiao and the people in the Jifeng camp behind him.

"Nanwu Grass is the treasure of our country of Kucha. You are planning to plot my national treasure of Kucha. You obviously have bad intentions! Get out of here quickly, or we will do it!"

Seeing such a situation in exchange for his good words, Chen Qiao pulled out the Kunwu knife angrily, and looked at the soldiers in front of him grimly.

"I tried to persuade you with good words, but you turned to me with harsh words. Since you don't have a house, I'll call in. I want to see whether the lives of the people in the city are more important than the Southern Mist Grass to your king!"

As soon as Chen Qiao finished speaking, he raised his knife and chopped off the soldier's head.

Seeing this situation, the rest of the guarding soldiers all looked at Chen Qiao in horror. Have they ever encountered such a person?But before they figured out how things turned out like this, all the soldiers of the Jifeng Battalion stepped forward one after another to end their lives.

After getting rid of the obstacles, Chen Qiao walked into Kucha step by step.

There is only one city in the whole country. Chen Qiao stood at the gate of the city and looked at the palace city of Kucha in the distance, and jumped on the back of a tiger.

"Shi Lintong and I will go into the palace, and the rest will be waiting in the city. I won't play hide-and-seek with them now that time is running out."

After Chen Qiao finished speaking, Heihu roared and ran towards Miyagi.

When the two arrived outside the palace city, there was another round of nonsense.

"I'm here for Nanwucao. You can ask your king whether you want Nanwucao or the people of Kucha."

Chen Qiao stood in a pool of blood, and under his feet was the body of the most vicious guard just now.

Although the others had angry expressions on their faces, due to Chen Qiao's ruthlessness, a guard standing closest to the city gate turned around and went into the palace to report.

"What? Chen Qiao of the Black Dragon Army?"

In Miyagi, King Qiuci, who just stood up, looked at the guards kneeling in front of him in shock.

"Yes, Your Majesty, Chen Qiao said he came for Nanwucao."

"Impossible, the Southern Mist Grass is unique to my country of Kucha, it is impossible for me to surrender the Southern Mist Grass!"

King Kucha waved his hands irritably and let out a loud drink.

"Your Majesty, Chen Qiao would like to ask you, do you want Nanwucao or the people of our country in Kucha?"

"What! If I don't give it to him, will he kill and steal it!"

King Qiuci's eyes widened in disbelief, with obvious anger and fear on his face. He had heard the rumors about Chen Qiao.

The guard didn't speak anymore, just bowed his head and knelt in front of the King of Kucha.

Outside the palace city at this moment, Chen Qiao was walking back and forth impatiently. He still remembered that Sun Simiao had said that he should rush back within 20 days. It will be so troublesome.

"Your Majesty! Make a decision quickly! This subordinate sees that Chen Qiao is not a patient person!"

After a long time, the guard saw that King Qiuci still hadn't spoken, so he couldn't help urging him.

King Qiuci angrily smashed a teacup, his face was full of anger, "Go and tell him! I won't give him Nanwucao. If he has the ability, he will come to the palace to get it!"

"Your Majesty! Then Chen Qiao has already killed all the guards! He won't show mercy!"

"What! Are you afraid?" The king laughed strangely, kicked the guard kneeling in front of him, and shouted hoarsely: "Tell him! I will never give Nanwucao to him! If he has the courage ! Kill all the people in Kucha all over the country!"

The guard was kicked in pain, and he didn't dare to say anything at the moment, so he got up and turned around and ran out.

When the guards left, King Qiuci rushed to the secret room where the Nanwu grass was placed.

Unlike other plants that cannot grow without sunlight, the southern mist grass can grow well even if it is placed in a light-tight chamber.

King Qiuci looked at the piece of Southern Mist Grass with dark blue leaves, and finally sat down on the ground after struggling for a long time in front of the guards.

How could Chen Qiao, the Living King of Hell, stare at this Southern Mist Grass!
The King of Kucha really couldn't figure it out, but for him, no matter what happened, he would never hand over the Nanwu Grass, which was so important to Kucha, to Chen Qiao, never!
Outside the city gate, after hearing the guard's reply, Chen Qiao burst out laughing suddenly, but in the blink of an eye, all the guards outside the palace city fell into a pool of blood amidst the laughter.

Stepping on the blood on the ground, Chen walked into Miyagi.

Chen Qiao and Shi Lintong fought all the way from the gate of the palace to King Qiuci's bedroom, but found that there was no one in the bedroom.

Chen Qiao didn't believe that the King of Kucha could move so fast, so he walked along the wall of the bedroom, knocking and beating.

When passing by a wall, Chen Qiao knocked on the wall, and indeed heard a different voice.

Pulling the corner of his mouth, Chen Qiao threw a punch, smashing the hollow wall to pieces.

"Who!"

As the wall shattered, a terrified voice came out.

After the dust cleared, Chen Qiao and Shi Lintong saw a middle-aged man dressed in fancy clothes sitting in a piece of southern mist grass.

Chen Qiao smiled mockingly, and walked into the secret room.

"As the king of a country, you actually ignore the life and death of the people, so you are worthy to be the king?"

Chen Qiao picked up the King of Kucha, looked at the fearful King of Kucha with disgust, and threw him aside.

"Give me the jar."

Reaching out to ask Shi Lintong for a jar, Chen Qiao carefully pulled out a Southern Mist Grass from the key garden.

"No! No! This Southern Mist Grass is my sacred object in Kucha!"

King Qiuci crawled up to Chen Qiao's feet, grabbed Chen Qiao's robe and shouted: "If foreigners take this Nanwu grass! I will die in Qiuci!"

Chen Qiao kicked King Kucha away, put the Nanwu grass into the clay pot, and spat on the ground.

"If you, a king, want to rely on this Southern Mist Grass to keep the whole country safe, you should really be destroyed."

As Chen Qiao said, he carried the clay pot and walked outside.

"Can't go! You can't go!"

Hearing the chaotic footsteps behind him, Chen Qiao activated the stone gene in his body at the right time.

King Qiuci originally wanted to attack Chen Qiao from behind who was only focusing on the clay pot, but he didn't expect that his knife could not penetrate Chen Qiao's back no matter what.

"I really don't know how you deserve to be king. If I hadn't got the Southern Mist Grass just now, I would really have slaughtered you and the whole country!"

Chen Qiao sneered, protecting the clay pot in his arms with one hand, and pulled out the Kunwu knife to cut off King Kucha's hands holding the knife.

A scream came out, and King Qiuci fell to the ground in convulsions. His two severed hands fell not far from him. Blood gushed out from his wrists, and soon filled the entire secret room.

"go!"

Taking one last look at the King of Kucha, Chen Qiao took the clay pot and left the palace city of Kucha with Shi Lintong.

(End of this chapter)