Chapter 185 18.4 million tilt-in-the-regional restraint, Yiye island (8.1K characters-Daizhang Qi Qi Subscribe)
On the earth of the ancients, the biggest "news" is about the realm of the gods. Among them, the strongest of the ancients of the ancients, the strongest family of the dragon tomb, was the top priority.
The news that the new generation genius of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan single-handedly suppressed Long Gongrong naturally spread among the senior officials of the Ancient Clan.
That day, the pride not only gently suppressed the Dragon Gonglong, but also resolved the grievances as much as possible, and distributed the "True Spirit and Remnant Jade" cake fairly. It was satisfied with each family and praised each.
The Wuxiang Tianzun is so domineering and wants to occupy the name of folk belief. No one would buy it. But as soon as this incident came out, it was a good start, at least several families stopped talking. The ancient Night King clan even directly acknowledged the existence of the "Shadowless Heavenly Lord" in order to embrace the thigh of this old neighbor.
"The benevolent are invincible" has always made sense, but it does not mean that if you are a benevolent you will be invincible, but that you can be "invincible" but still uphold the "benevolent" demeanor, only then can you be strong and win the respect of the public.
Song Yan was vicious when he killed, and he was obscene when he enjoyed it. He was drunk when he was drunk, but he was just a bit stuck. Every time he shot was just right. Just cast the prestige of "Wu Xiang Tian Zun" successfully.
Nowadays, the four words "Shadowless Heavenly Lord" are famous far and wide.
In addition to Song Yan's "first show", in fact, many monks' efforts are inseparable.
And the ancient temples in the mortal world are even more popular, because people on this land have begun to understand that "the Heavenly Lord is the Formless Heavenly Lord", whether they are so poor that they only have faith, or they are so stupid that they only have faith, Those who still need faith to serve power, or those who believe in order to please the immortals, they all started to believe.
When Tang Xiaokong returned from abroad, he hurriedly climbed to the Ancestral Mountain and asked Patriarch Ning Xin where his adopted son was. Patriarch Ning Xin simply said, "I don't know either."
Tang Xiaodong was stunned for a long time, but he hurriedly grabbed the communications stone and praised Song Yan, and said that "the void edge of the void after more than 70 years has already come to find him alliance." Powerful and well -known, can't this alliance find it? And more people holding groups will definitely increase the survival rate and gain rate on the edge of the dangerous void.
After Tang Xiaokongxing left in a hurry, Ancestor Ning Xin looked into the distance as if feeling something.
In the distance, the petite and pleasant women corrected the bamboo baskets, and took the herb of the ancestral pulse of the mountain.
The female cultivator lowered her head and her eyes were a little distracted. When she reached the top of the mountain, she raised her head and looked respectfully at Patriarch Ning Xin, who was looming in the wind in the distance, and shouted softly: "Ancestor, I gathered all the medicine. ”
Ancestor Ning Xin looked at the female cultivator, her eyes were soft and gentle, and the female cultivator couldn't resist lowering her head.
Ning Xin's ancestor was like a spring breeze, and he said, "I saw fear, ashamed."
Anli hangs his head and said, "Can I not have care?"
Ning Xin's ancestor said: "You have a special significance to him, so I picked you up from Gushan Mountain, and then took you to teach you the most suitable technique for Mu Xuan. If you save people, you can save people. After giving birth to saving people, it can naturally achieve the middle of Zifu. "
An Li said: "But I have realized more and more recently that I am just an ordinary female cultivator. There are people like me in every sect. I have no talent or qualifications, and I am still afraid."
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A scene flashed in front of her eyes: the lingering landfall, the jokes of the joke, and the last blood basin who devoured life.
In recent days, she had returned to Nanwu Jianmen in her old dream. She was walking along the roadside with Senior Brother Bai, but she suddenly paused. Senior Brother Bai grabbed her shoulders, and the resolute lips suddenly opened and slowly turned into a basin of blood. It bit into her with a big mouth, slowly devouring her.
She woke up, a nightmare.
"Afraid?" Ning Xin's ancestor smiled, and said, "How much he trusts you, will he show you thoroughly to you? As for you say that you are ordinary, I don’t recognize it. Being around him, I can't come to me. "
Enli was immediately speechless. She remembered what she said hysterically that day, "You are not a human being at all. If there really is an ancient god in this world, he will definitely not protect you." There was a little more fear in her eyes. Ashamed, she sighed and said, "I'm so stupid, I'm so useless."
She put down the bamboo basket, hugged her knees and sat under the floating clouds on the top of the mountain, thinking to herself: 'I don't know if a devil like him will feel uncomfortable. ’
"Hahaha."
"Okay!!"
No one expected that the prestige and the virtuous Tianzunzhi was watching the musician blowing flute in Fanchen painting. Dance Ji Pinya, he also had a little lady in his arms, and he was spending on the sky.
The young lady is the most beautiful among the brothels in the city, her name is Xueyi, but today she is the only one accompanying him.
Song Yan spread his legs, letting Miss Xueyi's soft buttocks rest on one side, and letting her slender hands deliver him fresh berries shipped from afar.
The cold and cold of the winter frost is more and more beautiful, but it is necessary to add the whip in the western ancient country such as the ancient ancient country. It is already a high price.
Song Yanning looked at the dancer, watched his feet jumping, and looked at the colorful clouds in his hand.
The bear stove spread the warmth, making the dancer exposed to the calf, breasts, and arms on the outside as a thin flowing fire, which also made Song Yan's side of Xiao Jiao Niang as a flame.
Song Yan attached to it, ready to enjoy the joy of this red dust.
Miss Xueyi shouted: "Master!"
Song delayed and asked, "What's wrong?"
Miss Xueyi said pitifully: "It's been just once, and I'm still not feeling well."
Song Yan said: "Add more money."
Miss Xueyi hugged Song Yan tightly and said with a smile: "Master is so handsome, how come he doesn't have a concubine at home, so he has to come here to fool around?"
Song Yan smiled and said: "What a joke, I love to joke around."
Miss Xueyi took the initiative to hold his cheeks, leaned towards him, and said in a cooing voice: "I hate it!"
Immediately, a sound of "ouch" came from the boat.
The young lady has her own unique skills, not to mention Song Yan looks like a young man, so she works even harder, thinking, "Actually, I am not at a loss."
The painting was quiet, Song Yan raised his hand, and the fingertips touched the curtain, and was grabbed by a jade hand.
"It's snowing and cold. It's hard to get warm in the boat."
"I just want to be cold."
Song Yan opened the curtain, and the wind and snow outside rushed in.
Xueyi's little lady screamed, her skin was quickly locked, and the warmth ended here.
Song Yan was quiet and looked at the snow full of sky.
This place is called Dongyu City. It is a large city in the east of the ancient Xijue Kingdom. It is also a city where Song Yan's spiritual consciousness can cover the "mysterious sapling".
He came here, one was to optimistic about the tree, and the other was to wait for Tiandan.
He knew nothing about "mysterious saplings", but it was impossible to hold the saplings everywhere.
Once the saplings are out of the offerings, they will really be condemned.
The sapling, as well as the characteristics of the underworld's energy, are destined to be unable to be easily transferred once it takes root, unless he can think of some other way to carry the sapling with him.
Guarding the saplings is far more meaningful than staying in the ancestral lineage of the Wuxiang ancient clan, or running for vain names such as "Wuxian Tianzun".
So, Song Yan came.
At this time, Miss Xueyi hurriedly wrapped up her clothes, slapped Song Yan coquettishly, then took his arm, sat beside him, and looked out of the boat following his gaze.
As the saying goes, "The wine and meat in Zhumen stinks, and there are bones frozen on the road." At this time, Hua Fang happened to arrive at the slums on the windy and snowy long lake, but the dirty and decayed neighborhoods and Goulan in the distance were completely different.
This slum is not only dirty, but also overcrowded. Dirty beggar-like people are huddled around each other and huddled in the corner.
Some people are still alive, while others have frozen to death.
Xueyi Lady said: "The natural disasters of the country, a large number of refugees entered the country. Don't look at them like this. In fact, they can come to this city than many people. This is thanks to the opening of a big man, otherwise the country will be the country. The Lord will not allow them to enter the country. "
As soon as she finished speaking, Miss Xueyi's eyes suddenly blurred, and she saw that the young man in luxurious robes had already flown out and landed in front of a dirty little beggar huddled in the corner.
The little beggar was stunned, and there was an adult in a cotton robe next to him, but the adult was full of swelling and was frozen to death.
The little beggar huddled numbly beside the frozen adult, waiting for death quietly in the cold.
This scene, when I saw my heartache for the first time, goodbye is still unbearable, but I can see too much but numb.
Song Yan's arrival did not let the little beggar lift his eyes.
But Song Yan suddenly grabbed the little beggar's frozen hand and warmed it.
It seemed that his body was extremely cold, so Song Yan used Jianghu's method to slowly breathe out to help him recover.
Seeing that the effect was low, he simply held the little beggar in his arms, and he was stunned.
Miss Xueyi stared at this scene in stunned silence. For a long time, there was a touch of gentleness in her eyes, and then she said to the musician and dancer next to her: "I never thought that this master is still a knight."
Song Yan shouted: "Get some food."
Miss Xueyi responded and hurriedly wrapped herself tightly, then took the food from the shop and went to the ground.
Song Yan fed the little beggar and contacted Tang Yi directly through the communication stone. He said: "Let the ancient country of Xijue handle the refugee affairs well, and at the same time, let the ancient country prepare as much as possible to move to the west and move as far away from the wilderness as possible." The better, because natural disasters will continue to expand. In the inland areas, tax rates will be reduced to expand farming and prepare for famine. If necessary, the ancient clans can contribute points as rewards."
He doesn't know how to make long-term arrangements, and it's impossible to spend time chasing the progress of this matter, and it's even less professional. But now that he holds great power, he can change many things with just one sentence.
In the past, in the South Wujianmen, he ignored the disaster because he understood that it was difficult to change the overall situation, and he could not violate the cricket system. Now, he is the overall situation of this land. He can change how he wants to change.
Xueyi Lady sent the steamed buns one by one, and came to Song Yan's side again, watching the weak and dirty child in his arms, and whispered: "Master, useless, even if there is today, there will be no tomorrow, but there will be no tomorrow. . Even though there are help here, there are elsewhere. "
"Today, no tomorrow? There is no place here?"
Song Yan murmured, and then said, "You said these steamed buns are useless tomorrow and useless here. Then don't these people care? Have they given up?"
Xue Yi's little lady was silent.
Song Yan said: "They did not give up, they care about this steamed bun. Don't do it with goodness."
Xueyi Lady doesn't know what to say.
Song Yan waved his hand: "You go back, anyway, I rented the boat, and the time I was almost coming. That's it. Thank you for doing some extra things today."
Xueyi Lady said: "Don't you go?"
Song Yan said: "I won't leave."
Miss Xueyi swore that she had never seen such a person. He could dance and sing wildly, and he could also warm up a little beggar she had never met. She slowly turned around and looked back step by step. When she got on the boat, she was still far away. Yuan waved his hand.
Song Yan was holding the child. He could feel that the child's hands and feet were slowly warming, and he could feel that the child was slowly pulled back from the other side of the death, which made him happy. Happy heart happiness.
The next day, Tianming.
The snow also stopped.
The child woke up leisurely.
This is a little girl, not pretty, sallow and thin, almost like a boy.
Song Yan fed the water, feeded some food, and then washed his face for him. Looking at his dull appearance, he embraced him into his arms and said Wen's voice: "Brother is called Jianhuang, what are you called." < br>
"Three Three Girls"
"Sanniu, don't be afraid, live bravely."
"Yes, thank you, brother." The little girl named Sanniu sniffled, resting her chin on Song Yan's shoulder, tears streaming down her face.
Song Yan leaned against the dirty slum wall, basking in the warm sunshine, feeling the little thing in his arms slowly regaining its vitality, and felt peaceful.
Suddenly, the wind blowing from a corner caused the little guy to shrink suddenly.
"It's cold, so cold" The little girl trembled.
Song Yan turned his head to look at the gloomy wind, and then looked into the distance. It was the wind blowing from the wild land in the east. The wind was mixed with rotten smell, dead silence, dilapidation, and ominous signs, signs of the dark and natural disaster era.
As the Formless Heavenly Lord himself, Song Yan's words had an effect the next evening.
Even in a city like East City, porridge carts were being pushed to the alleys of the slums, and some people were building foundations in the open space to build temporary shacks.
The refugees rushed up, and the porridge people said that the porridge was stubborn to find the bowl, and said, "Thank you without the heavenly respect, thank the master, and thank the city to the city, you are hungry this winter!"
Another person said: "When the shacks are built over there, they will be arranged for you. Children who have lost their parents and have nowhere to go will have their own arrangements in the city. Come and register."
The slum suddenly became busy.
Song Yan held Sanniu in his arms and was about to go to the city lord to have a look, but suddenly felt someone approaching.
He looked back, but saw a woman with excitement.
The woman trembled: "Three three girls?"
The little girl raised her head, stared at the woman, crying, "Aunt!"
"Three girls!"
"Aunt!"
One big and a little hug crying.
Song Yan quietly took more than ten copper plates on the ground. As soon as he moved, he left.
If you have a lot of money, you ca n’t protect it, more than ten copper plates, that ’s just right.
That night, Song Yan bathed his dress and rolled to the bed of Xueyi Lady. After a lot of entanglement in the bedding, he fell asleep in a comfortable way.
Miss Xueyi was also happy to play with him. She had never seen such a man, but she already felt an indescribable strange charm in this man.
Day after day, months passed in the blink of an eye,
All the girls of the Yuelou Tower are already familiar with the Jane son.
He is romantic and rich, drunk and singing wildly, and often does shocking things, but he is not annoying. Almost every girl is vying to be with him.
Song Yan is also here tonight, there will be there tomorrow, and it is unscrupulous.
This night was another beautiful night with beautiful flowers and moonlight. After drinking, Song Yan was enjoying the red dress, leaning against the greenery, when he suddenly heard a scream from afar.
He felt that his little lady in his arms was stiff, and he was swept away again, but a deadly corpse floating on the warm lake in the spring day.
Those corpses were torn by giant power, the whole person was like a ceramic jar, and the flesh was pulled, and it was soaked in the water. As a result, the man with six or seven feet rose nearly doubled. Swelling into a huge fat man.
The terrible corpses fluttering on the warm water, making the lantern shine shine and scarlet, which also made the water of the warm water black and faint, and it was very good.
As soon as Song Yan moved, the lady in the quilt hurriedly raised her legs and suppressed him. If Song Yan moved again, the young lady simply turned over and pushed him down.
Song Yan said: "Xiao Xianghong, what's wrong with you?"
The young lady said in fear: "Mr. Lang is a good man, don't go."
Song Yan said with a smile: "Lang Jun is not a good person, you have to go."
Xiao Xianghong said: "That Langjun is going tomorrow, and he can't have something to do with the slave family. Then the slave family still sees people."
As she spoke, she hugged Song Yan tightly, for fear that he would run away, and then said slowly: "The Nu family also heard from people that the storm in the Lu country is not going away, and there are monsters and beasts in it that eat people and evil ghosts that kill people.
The immortals above went to surrender, but there was still no improvement.
This scream in the middle of the night means someone must have died, but I don't know if it was a monster or an evil spirit that sneaked in and killed someone.
Lang Jun must not go, otherwise Lang Jun's handsome head may also fall off. ”
Song Yan Shen was swept away, and did not find monsters or villains, but the lake in the city was moat in the city, and it was connected to the outside of the network.
There is no mistake, one, one, one, one, one, one, one, one 619, one book, one, one, one, one, one, one, a book!
"Don't go, don't go, you have to hurt you, this little fairy."
"Hee hee, here comes the gentleman."
In the blink of an eye, it has entered winter.
But the residents last year are about to become refugees this year.
The entire East City received an order to relocate.
The scope of natural disasters of the Lu State has become widespread. Although it is not always available at all times, the situation is still developing in the worst direction.
The instructions issued from above said: The wild land, especially the territory of the Lu Kingdom, is already rampant with all kinds of monsters. Those monsters do not seem to bite people, but they chase ghosts. And during the chase, if someone happens to be around, the monster will not care at all. If it uses its full strength, the people nearby will be affected and die. Wanguang Village and Xiaofeng County were both destroyed in this way. Now the immortal has made a prediction. It could be as fast as a month or as slow as half a year. The entire Dongyu City will also be included in the range where monsters and ghosts are rampant, so it must be relocated.
Fortunately, it seems that the fairy attaches great importance to these things. The relocation of refugees is smooth. There are food protection along the way. And all places have also released relief grains for rescue.
Miss Xueyi, Xiao Xianghong, Sanniu and others all joined the mighty relocation procession.
Their eyes swept around, trying to find the figure of someone familiar.
Somehow, the figure was so reliable in their hearts, so that I wanted to rely on it instinctively.
Miss Xueyi, Xiao Xianghong wants to say to that person, "If you are a wandering prodigal, you should not take them as your companions; if you are a rich man, you should not take them as your concubines."
Sanniu was at a loss at the time, but now she realizes that "Brother Jian Huang" was the one who saved her life that day. She wants to find her brother to say thank you.
However, even though they had left with the west gate of Dongyu City, they still failed to see that person.
At this time
Dongyu City is more than a few hundred miles east of the city.
A figure in black robes was laughing happily as he stepped on an empty shadow puppet boat.
"Hahaha! Hahaha!"
"Good harvest! What a good harvest!"
Every time Song Yan's palm fell, a big handprint would fall from the sky, smashing the earth beasts and other monsters that dared to fly to the ground, just like swatting flies.
Of course, there are also a little difficult to deal with, but as long as he is a little serious, it is not difficult.
The basic strength of these earth beasts and monsters is around the Jianggong level. Occasionally, one of the Zifu level can appear, which is simply terrifying.
The monsters of the monster or the local monsters on the surrounding mountains escape.
The earth beasts are chasing the air of the land.
The gas of the landfield was attached to which bone attached, and the beasts rushed crazy, destroyed the bone, resurrected the Qi of the Earthfurns, and then stirred it madly to try to make it unable to condense.
This was originally a good thing, but in the process of chasing and attacking, the earth beast did not care about the other lives around it, so wherever it went, it was completely restricted for life.
Some people died, some animals died.
But Song Yan came, that is, the beast died.
He stepped back and scanned back and forth, killed all the big waves invading this online invasion, and lost the empty boat, and at the same time worked hard to control the bones of the Gong Palace with the Qi of the Earthfurns.
After doing this, he swept away.
What he killed today may not even be a nine cattle, as if he was scooping a bowl of water in the ocean.
And this is just the beginning.
Over time, the more high -level earth beasts will be born, and more of the gas of the government will also exudes.
That day, he united with the other five tribes to impose a seal. If not, there would have been even more high-level earth beasts.
At that time, if you follow the current sign, the ordinary people of the earth will become the bones of the mysterious realm, and the attachment to the Xuanjing will become the Gong Palace. Intersection
Song Yan felt extremely solemn when he thought of the scene where the corpse demon from the underworld almost killed him instantly with one strike.
He feels tricky, that ordinary person, ordinary Zongmen don't want to live at all.
At this time, he couldn't help looking at the sky when he was so comfortable.
From the Heavenly Demon, he already knew that this world was most likely protected by a powerful being, and the "Heavenly Tribulation" and the like were all rules set by that powerful being. But this earth beast is too unintelligent at this time, right?
When Song Yan heard in Dongyu City that entire villages and counties were directly wiped out due to the passage of earth beasts, he couldn't believe it.
Nature beasts are really natural disasters!
They destroy invaders and kill innocent local residents.
After the underworld air is dispersed by them, it needs to be condensed again, or combined with the new underworld air in the ground before it can adhere to the bones. This does prevent the spread of the underworld air to a certain extent, but they also Executioner.
At least as of now, most of the people are killed by natural disasters and earth beasts, not by the energy of the underworld.
However, according to Song Yan's observation, although the earth beast is dead, it will not be contaminated with the aura of the underworld. This is finally good news.
The next day, it was sunny and snowy.
A shadow empty boat slowly fell somewhere, and after drilling into a heavy cover, it completely disappeared.
Song Yanyangzhou entered the cave.
He gave the mysterious sapling a name - the Underworld Tree.
He hoped that the tree would bring him some surprises.
After arriving at the underworld sacrifice array, there wasn't much Yin Qi flowing in the array, just like a few spinning ink hairsprings dragged on the white paper.
Song Yan raised his hand and sent the soil beast to the sacrifice.
The sound of sacrifice is endless, and the speed of digestion of the beasts is not fast.
Song Yan was not in a hurry. He temporarily walked out of the cave and sat on the cliff to look at the distance.
The sea of clouds rolled, the mist piled up, and a layer of transparent array covered this place, so that even if there were monks and monsters passing by, they would not be discovered unless they happened to land here.
He let go of his consciousness and swept towards Dongyu City in the distance.
This is the only city around the Underworld Tree.
But such cities are quickly becoming empty, and will soon turn into dead cities.
After that, he was afraid that he would no longer be able to have fun in the city and would have to live alone in this empty mountain.
For this reason, he specially purchased a lot of rice and food from the mortal world.
Suddenly, he felt like he turned around and walked into the cave again.
The corpses of earth beasts in the underworld sacrifice array have disappeared, while wisps of life energy are floating on the surface of the array.
Song Yan observed carefully, but saw that the energy of life was centered on the underworld, forming a small energy vortex, which was the root of the underworld.
After absorbing this energy, the underworld tree seemed to emit a very small amount of underworld energy.
Song Yanmeng watched for a while, and said secretly: ‘If this thing really grows up, that’ s still? ‘
However, as early as he got this tree, he took advantage of the opportunity to refine it. Now the tree is evil, but it is bound to him.
‘But this tree needs life energy, and I also need life energy. ‘
Song Yan was speechless, and then he grabbed another earth beast corpse and started skinning it on the rocks nearby.
When the skin fell off, he threw the animal corpse into the sacrificial array and began to make shadow puppets himself.
However, after some operations, he unexpectedly found that the natural disaster beast seemed to be extremely special, and it was impossible to attract souls by making skins. This was the first time he failed to use animal skins to make shadow puppets.
As a result, he also threw all the shadow shadows and the bodies of the native beasts into the offering of the sacrifice.
As time passes.
A few days later.
All the earth beasts in the boat were refined into life energy.
Song Yan gave a little to Ming Shu and swallowed the rest himself.
The rich life energy entered his body, which made him feel a slight change in his body.
With a movement of his palm, he re-presented the "Picture of the Demon of Freedom", and saw that the eyes of the elegant immortal in white naturally had one or two more profound marks on the picture. At the same time, he also felt his eyes were itchy. He rubbed it subconsciously, but the itching sensation did not subside, as if it was rooted in his bone marrow and even his soul.
"Where did these energy go?"
Song Yan's fist, operation, and found that neither body and spells have not been strengthened.
Suddenly, what the killing demon monk said before flashed through his mind.
"When I was in another Xuanjie, I was just a little evil thought. I was lucky to grow to the current level, and I came to this Xuanxuan Realm. This time, I will become stronger and become a higher level. God. "
In an instant, he understood.
Devouring life energy can become a higher -level demon.
But the efficiency of this method is not fast.
Otherwise, one evil thought, in another Xuanjie, mixed into the Xuan realm to destroy, and then grew into a killing monk.
This shows how much energy is required.
The monks have many precepts, abstinence, quit killing, quit theft, quit prostitution.
Since there is a demon monk who has gained insight into the true meaning of lying and killing, and there is also a demon monk who has mastered the true meaning of stealing as mentioned by the killing demon monk, there may not be anything else.
When many of the true meaning collects complete, the monk may be able to become the so -called "higher -level heavenly demon", which is likely to be "rotten rotten layer under the sea of suffering".
Compared with life energy, absorbing similar efficiency will be higher.
But across similar categories, it probably won't work.
The nine -son demon could not swallow the monk, and vice versa.
However, Song Yan suddenly thought of the Furnace of Prince Yi and couldn't help but laugh "Jie Jie".
He used the King's Furnace to intercept the aura of the Nine Sons Demon Mother and used it for his own use.
"In this way, the future can be considered promising."
Song Yan walked out of the cave, and the sky was filled with stars. He sat cross-legged and let the bright moonlight fall all over him. The Cangshan Mountain was covered with snow, but it reflected the brilliance. For a moment, the mysterious robe on his body looked like white clothes, making it difficult for people to tell whether he was black or white.
Regardless of true feelings, indulgence, saving people; or killing monsters, slaughtering beasts; or sitting alone at this time, can make him feel different happiness.
The Buddha said that state arises from the heart, and Song Yan felt that this sentence also applies to demons.
If you want to be free, you will be free. If you have to do something to prove that you are free, then it is nonsense. If you have to use a name to define freedom, it is also nonsense. If you say it is one thing, you will miss it. A mind of freedom is the foundation. There is no need to guard freedom. What you guard can only be a fart, not freedom.
"Hahaha!"
Song Yan realized something in his heart and laughed. Then with a thought, he contacted Patriarch Ning Xin with the idea of storing it in advance and asked: "Ancestor, you know a lot about medicinal herbs. Do you have the Demon Gathering Grass?"
Not a few times, Ning Xin's ancestor said back: "Different monsters, there are different attractions, which one do you want?"
Song Yan said: "I want something that can attract natural disasters and earth beasts."
After being silent for a long time, Ancestor Ning Xin recalled: "I'll look for it."
Song Yandao: "I have always been good luck, I am annoying my ancestors."
After that, he closed his eyes and kept his eyes.
The stars move in the sky, dawn and dusk alternate.
A month later, the entire EAST City relocation was completed.
Two months later, Song Yan could no longer perceive a person in his consciousness.
In another three months, even life will be scarce in the entire area.
It was like he was sitting alone on an isolated island in a natural disaster restricted area.
On this day, the voice of Patriarch Ning Xin rang in his mind.
"Nature beasts are extremely special. There are no plants that can attract natural beasts in this world, the only means"
"The Qi of the Earthfurns."
Ning Xin's ancestor has not yet said that Song Yan has already said the answer in advance. He swept the direction of sacrifice formation in the Yinfu Mansion, thinking slightly, and opened a slight cover
A ray of underworld energy suddenly lingered upwards and penetrated the sky
(End of this chapter)