I am the leader of Huangquan

Chapter 212 Investment Down the Mountain

at this time.

as time flows.

The white-feathered chickens gradually lost their enthusiasm and expectations, and the progress of their practice was slow, and they began to realize the gap between ideals and reality.

Even the lowest level of white fate has not been promoted to green fate after practicing for so long.

At this time, they really realized that they are just ordinary chickens on the earth, even if they have some wisdom, they are still at the bottom of the food chain.

But the progress of practice is slow, what makes them really hit hard, and realizes that the world is cruel, is what happened in front of them.

"It's so miserable! Our practice is really slow. It's better to relax now and start enjoying yourself. After all, our life span is short!"

A fat and fat chicken, with more than half of its feathers missing, sat on the bed and played cards with two other chickens.

After opening their wisdom, they escape from the farm, and they hide here.

"Wang fried goo!"

"A total of eight times! You have to peck off eight hairs!"

After a few days, most of the fellow gambling monsters had turned into bald chickens.

And the entire bedroom was covered in chicken feathers and shit, which was a mess.

It was a disaster scene.

And these days, they live quite well. They tear open the rice bag in the kitchen, eat and drink enough every day, go to the toilet to drink water, and occasionally surf the Internet. Living in this human home is simply a life like heaven.

Muddling along is their creed.

They all seem to be heartless and heartless, and they are also very irritable, just like the irritable chicken brothers in the countryside, the kind who peck at everyone.

Until now.

Click.

The door opened suddenly.

"What's the situation? You just went on business for half a month, and you broke into a house and robbed?"

At this time the master came back, and this strong and tall man picked up a stick and probed from room to room.

As a result, he found that the house was in a mess, someone was obviously partying in his house, and even the computer was used.

But people have already gone out, leaving only a few basically bald chickens in the bedroom, trying to escape!

"Those bastards gathered at my house and got a few chickens ready to cook. They were plucked in advance, and they were ready to be served in the pot! I happened to stew them directly to make up for the loss."

It sounded like a devil's voice.

Cuckoo! (Boss, hurry up, I'll stop him!)

Cuckoo~ (Come on!)
A few bald chickens finally ushered in their own destiny.

Within the Huangquan sect.

In the fifth peak, Ji Batian opened his eyes, looked at Ji Changsheng next to him, and shouted: "It's not good! We were hunted down! The other companions sacrificed themselves to protect me!"

Ji Changsheng also sighed: "On my side, tomorrow's batch will also be sold. We are going to try to escape from the chicken farm overnight, but the chances are not great. You may not see me next time! I want to It has become meat on the table."

The two of them fell silent for a moment.

As the first batch of closed beta players of "Huangquan Ghosts", Animals seems to finally usher in their own doomsday and see their future clearly.

Fast-growing broiler chicken is a category that consumes the most and consumes the largest quantity.

The consumption of chicken feet, chicken legs, and chicken necks is astronomical. Those white-feathered chicken players who were born in the farm, even if they practiced in their dreams and saw a bright world of immortals and heroes, they could not change their destiny in reality.

Death is preordained.

They were in a daze, but they felt great pain because they saw Immortal Dao Changsheng.

Ji Changsheng suddenly smiled wryly, "If it is doomed to die, why do we have to open up our wisdom? If we don't have the ability to think and have fun for a few days, we won't feel pain. This is just a fairy. Is it just a game?"

They also desire to be detached like mountain spirits and change the destiny of their race.

Just when they were desperate, Wu Lang followed Xing Hanhan to the fifth peak.

Wu Lang said softly: "You guys have low qualifications, I will give you one last chance."

Bang!
The two white-feathered chickens immediately knelt down.

"Please, His Majesty the Great King of the Ten Temples, give our earth's white-feathered chickens a chance!"

"Before we were alive, we were eaten as livestock, at the bottom of the food chain. We don't seek racial improvement. We only hope to get a chance in the underworld after death. We are willing to serve the underworld!"

It was different from the triumphant excitement of last time.

Now, they really recognize themselves.

At this time, their faces were sad, full of longing, and even had the will to break the boat, and this was what Wu Lang wanted.

"Junior brother, do you really want to do this?" Xing Hanhan pouted, "I think they are unreliable, it's better to wait for Po Meng to pull the next batch."

Isn't Wu Lang a pragmatist?

But I don't know how long it will take for the next batch.

Wu Lang shook his head and said, "At the same time, it's not impossible for them. White-feathered chickens are weak. If the blood returns to their ancestors, there may be a chance."

The ancestor of the chicken is Archeopteryx, and then there is the Tyrannosaurus rex tens of millions of years ago, a prehistoric overlord with a body length of five or six floors.

My own blood can return to the ancient human emperor. If they have a chance, it is not impossible. Tyrannosaurus rex is a mortal beast, but isn't it aptitude not strong?It's that big without practicing.

Wu Lang felt that it should be quite fierce, and he could barely compete with the tens of meters high large earth dragon and the youthful version of the ancient magic dragon.

But Wu Lang had a plan.

"I will find a way to send you to the legendary Dragon Island." Wu Lang said slowly, "Go and recognize your ancestors."

Sending disciples to be spies is a normal thing.

However, even Xing Hanhan saw it for the first time when he was sent to Long Island.

"Junior Brother?" Xing Hanhan was shocked, "Are you so cruel? Not only are you dissatisfied with Jingzhou, but you want to start a war on two fronts?"

Wu Lang ignored her.

How can the matter of recognizing the ancestors and returning to the clan be a war?

This is a great thing.

And this is also a huge investment. It is also a huge expense to exchange contribution points from Po Meng for the fate of the Dragon Clan.

"Are we the same dragon?" Ji Batian was confused.

"Of course not." Wu Lang shook his head.

Just like your chickens are not the same kind as the chickens in Kyushu.

"Then we are half-brothers, how do we recognize our relatives?" They murmured.

"Then I don't care." Wu Lang said lightly: "Your bloodlines are too low-level, this is your only chance, rely on the dragon clan to help you return to your ancestors."

All ethnic groups in Kyushu in this world have their own abilities.

The Dragon Clan is proficient in the technique of returning blood to ancestors.

After all, the current dragons are basically born with mixed blood, and they must be continuously refined and extracted before they can return to their ancestors. The dragons are the most proficient in things.

"At the same time, it's not an inevitable path to death. You are very special existences, artificial lives of the six realms of reincarnation, and you can re-give primary and secondary fates."

"I will give you the sub-dragon's main lineage, and you will still have a chance if you go to recognize your relatives."

They both listened.

It suddenly changed color slightly, this is the only chance, even if it doesn't work, I still have to take it.

Ji Batian whispered, constantly hinting psychologically: "You won't die if you go there, but in reality, posting online for help and brainstorming, there is still a chance of survival!"

In terms of IQ, it fully admits that it is a Kaihui little monster.

It can't compare to the human being who dominates all spirits.

Even in the land of Kyushu, human beings have the strongest wisdom, and most of the monsters can't play with the dirty tricks of the human race.

Its idea gradually took shape:
The white-feathered chickens in my own chicken farm are adventuring in the underworld, they can surf the Internet secretly, ask humans for help, and analyze various situations.

(End of this chapter)