Unlimited Cultivation Players

Chapter 210 Authority
The length was quickly measured, 3152 meters, a little deeper.

Jiu Yuanzi said: "The more you dig under this island, the more viscous the soil becomes, and in the end there is a layer of black slime in the soil."

Gongyang Yan was taken aback, "Sister Jiu, you must have dug oil, right?"

"I didn't want to make it too clear, but if you think about it that way, I can only say it's thick and blackened blood." Jiu Yuanzi listened to TV all day long about the rise of oil, and knew that after refining, it was gasoline .

She really doesn't want to talk about Gongyang Yan's thinking, can oil be dug in the Ghost Prison Dojo?

If you think about it with your knees, you have to think about the supernatural and terrifying.

The lamb is like this, but he still has a problem with his thinking, and he hasn't changed his mind.

Gong Yangyan said disappointedly: "I thought it was oil, but it turned out to be useless dirty blood."

It is indeed useless, and Jiu Yuanzi also thinks it is right, the dojo makes all the useless things, which are not practical at all.

The degree of fantasy is not as good as that of science fiction films, the nature of life is not as good as that of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law fighting dramas, and the degree of romance... oh, not this one.

In the dojo, even players don't fall in love, let alone ghosts and ghosts. Everyone is a ruthless machine for cultivating immortals.

"Anyway, it's only noon now, so let's blow up the island first." Jiu Yuanzi looked up at the sky. Without the sun, he couldn't tell the time. Although the phone could be turned on, the time was all garbled, and he couldn't tell how long it had passed. .

She looked back at the proprietress's family, and found that they were sitting on chairs or cushions turned out of the ruins, looking at this side with nothing to do, and had no intention of working at all.

This is showing off, and I don't want to work anymore.

It's all lying flat like this, and the trials in the dojo haven't collapsed. I don't know how much effort I spent on No. [-], I'm so busy that I'm about to vomit blood.

Jiu Yuanzi slandered fiercely in his heart.

Tianting, who can't wait for the dojo to be repaired, who is bored, sits by the edge of the fairy pond and looks at the spirit fish in the water, and yawns.

He murmured silently in his heart: "This trash, how long has it been, why hasn't the trial collapsed and corrected?"

"Absolutely don't go in to see it in advance, wait for a reminder before going."

He picked up a leaf, poured spiritual power into it, and threw it out to the surface of the water. The leaf was like a flake of stone. It jumped on the water surface for more than 40 times before falling into the water, spinning and floating around.

In the Ghost Prison Dojo, before Jiu Yuanzi triggered the Roche bomb, there was still something to do.

She asked Gong Yangyan to find ten barrels, pots, pots and other large containers from the ruins of the house, and then took out ten food stamps, only three were left as spares.

Then she prepared the Ming coins, and she decided to buy enough Mengpo soup at once. Who knows if she can still buy it after leaving this dojo.

Anyway, it's not that you can't pretend to have everything in your sleeves, so buy it first to be prepared.

"I want to buy ten barrels of Mengpo soup." Jiu Yuanzi poured his spiritual power into the food stamps, and then threw them on the coins.

Compared to disappearing at the beginning, it took three seconds for the food coupons and Ming coins to emit golden light and disappear this time.

She looked at the ten containers and waited patiently.

It must take 2 minutes to buy ten barrels at a time, right?
By the side of the Naihe bridge in the underworld, the war has become day-to-day. As Meng Po soup overflows the floor, Bo Xiaoni, whose strength is only less than [-]%, and Meng Po, whose strength has increased several times after deterioration, are fighting. tie.

The two terrifying guys are at a stalemate now, and neither can kill the other directly.

The soup in the pot is no longer overflowing, and the pot boils to a certain degree, and it is impossible to keep rolling.

Poor Meng's bald, sparse white hair had now grown to more than ten meters long, entangled Bo Xiaoni's three clay avatars, and tied them in various tricks.

It's a pity that the hair fell out badly, otherwise she could wrap the prey in the white hair before, but now it's like the rope that binds the crab, it only takes up such a small area.

The armor on Bo Xiaoni's body has lost its luster, like a pig that has been rolled in the mud. Her whole body is covered in mud. Although she wrapped it herself, she looks very dirty and dirty.

Of the two beings, one was panting, the other roared hoarsely, and they were all holding their last breath to see who would fall first.

Suddenly, the pot vibrated, shaking more and more violently, making a violent noise.

Bo Xiaoni opened her eyes wide and stared at the pot.

Poor Meng Po also turned her head and looked at the pot behind her. Seeing that it was shaking more and more, the soup in the pot was shaking out.

Compared with the previous shaking without shaking, it exploded directly, this time the shaking time is a bit longer.

Reading this long, it means that the power of the explosion must not be small.

Granny Meng turned around, ignoring Bo Xiaoni, and raised the twisted tentacle-like spoon in her hand, trying to stick it into the pot.

There is madness in its eyes, and unknown words are roaring in its mouth.

"boom!"

Before the spoon could reach into the pot, the soup pot exploded.

The soup gushed out like a fountain, rushed into the air tens of meters high, and poured it on the face of the deteriorating Meng Po.

Some of the soup was taken away by the golden light, and the portion was larger than before.

Poor Meng Po's face began to melt, she covered her vaporized head, and when her hand touched the soup, it also began to vaporize, and a piercing and terrifying sound came out from her tattered and hollow throat.

Like a devil's cry in a wind tunnel, mixed with the sound of electric current from a failed radio station, it makes people irritable and disgusting.

Bo Xiaoni took the opportunity to spit out a mouthful of golden blood, and the whole person's energy dropped a lot in an instant.

The golden blood fell to the ground, and her hands formed a seal in front of her body, and she whispered in her mouth: "In the name of the mother of the earth, devour, plunder, ingest, and bury this poor lost soul."

The ground began to vibrate, and the soil had life. They gushed out of the ground, like a wave, enveloping the deteriorating Meng Po who was holding her head and screaming, absorbing its remaining vitality.

Meng Po roared, trying to break free from the dirt on her body, but her body was severely damaged by the soup, and half of her head had been corroded, revealing a pitch-black brain with a short shiny dagger stuck inside.

The dagger was also drizzled with soup, showing a rusty color.

The light above is getting weaker and weaker, and Meng Po is getting weaker and weaker, her body energy is swallowed by the earth, and the power of the soil is getting stronger and stronger.

In the end, the dagger lost its brilliance, carbonized with a click and shattered.

Po Meng was also completely covered by the soil and pulled into the ground.

A group of blood-red words floated out from the ground: Naihe Bridge.

Bo Xiaoni reached out and grabbed these three words, and they turned into blood and slipped into her hand.

All the monster corpses were turned into ashes, and the ground was dry and cracked and filled with blood rivers, and the terrifying aura began to recede.

The blood moon faded, the sky began to brighten, blue sky and white clouds appeared, light yellow reeds grew on the ground, and red Bana flowers bloomed by the river.

Finally, the sunshine of the imperial city shines on this piece of land. On the river bank beside the bridge are reeds and other flowers, the sun is bright and the air is fresh.

However, the river was still pitch-black, and there were countless horrible strange corpses. The two formed a stark contrast.

Bo Xiaoni sat down on the ground, and an asphalt road stretched from a distance, stopping at the bridge.

On the side of the road, a bus platform appeared, with the name of the platform on it: Dashiqiao Station.

A limousine drove over and stopped in front of Bo Xiaoni, the door opened, and Aaron was thrown out of the car.

Mr. Yan got out of the car, looked at Bo Xiaoni and burst into tears, "I just received a call, so it turns out that you are my long-lost daughter, and I'm here to pick you up to be the eldest lady."

"This man is not worthy of you, he is the sinner who destroyed our father-daughter relationship!"

Bo Xiaoni looked at him, showing a weary smile, then grabbed the ground with her hands, and pulled out a dirty doll of a white-haired girl from the mud.

"Look, I got her back, and the land that was taken away." She raised the doll and smiled.

"It's good to find it, and I will definitely find all the lost ones." Mr. Yan said softly.

Then he suddenly cursed at Aaron with a cold face: "What are you still doing in a daze? You haven't helped the young lady into the car. From today onwards, you have to take good care of the young lady, you useless son-in-law!"

Aaron quickly got up, "Yes, I'll do it right away."

Bo Xiaoni was helped into the car, and suddenly said: "Aaron, I don't allow you to smile crookedly."

"Miss, do I keep my mouth open when I smile?" Aaron said doubtfully after closing the car door.

"Drive." Boss Yan gave him a blank look, an ignorant guy who doesn't know this.

The car drove away, and the Yin soldiers who were still there turned into normal people, including men, women and children.

They stood around and chattered, "The scenery of Dashi Bridge is pretty good, but it's a bit far from the city."

"Let's go back by bus. After playing for a day, we should go home for dinner."

Behind them, the terrifying scene behind the bridge has disappeared, replaced by a small bridge, clear river water, and a beautiful sea of ​​flowers.

It seems that if you walk across the bridge, you can follow the road to the distant place of happiness.

In the endless darkness, came a cold low roar, "Housu!"

(End of this chapter)