Xianlu Spring and Autumn

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The moon is in the middle of the sky, and the brilliance is like water.

In the wilderness world, miserably groaned.

There are so many monks who came in this time, and now there are nearly a thousand living human races alone. Looking at each of them, it is already late at night.

After watching the last human race, the old man finally took a breath, feeling the feeling of exhaustion and hunger coming up together, and his stomach croaked.

Although this old man already has a bit of magic power, it is only equivalent to the early and middle stage of foundation establishment, and there are no such spirit stones in this world to maintain his cultivation, so after a long time, he will still feel hungry. Compared with other monks who didn't retrain at all, it was already much better.

Naturally, there were no extra houses in the village to house these new monks, so they could only be thrown in disorder on the grass in the wild.

After the last scan, the old man was about to enter the village to find something to eat.

……

dong dong——

The sound of heavy footsteps came, and a middle-aged man with a huge skeleton, but not majestic, came out.

In this person's hand, he held something like a roasted bone, exuding heat and an unspeakable smell of meat.

"Teacher, you have worked hard. This is what my sister asked me to send to you."

After the middle-aged man came over, he said respectfully.

The old man looked at the thing in the middle-aged man's hand, but he didn't take it. His expression was extremely complicated. After a long time, the old man had no choice but to take it.He took out a knife-like thing from his pocket, sliced ​​it off piece by piece, and put it in his mouth.

The old man chewed extremely slowly, his face was tense, and his expression was extremely painful and helpless, as if he was chewing the most poisonous poison in the world.

"vomit--"

"vomit--"

The sound of vomiting one after another.From the side.

Those human monks who were seriously injured and still conscious saw this scene and seemed to guess something, they all vomited continuously, and all of them showed extremely disgusting expressions.

The wild grass is filthy!

"Spit it up. The old man vomited up like this back then. All of you, sooner or later, will be like me. You have to bow your head to fate, and sooner or later you will eat something like this!"

The old man's face twitched a few times, suppressing the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach, and said with an unusually cold expression.Everyone who listened was terrified, and after finishing speaking, he said: "You should be grateful. You are not the ones who died today, otherwise I--you will be the ones who eat now."

"Even if I die, I won't eat that kind of thing!"

A man with a heroic face said in a deep voice.His eyes are firm.

The old man glanced at him and said with a slight smile: "Fellow Daoist wants to die, I can't wait for it. I think there should be many people waiting for your flesh. They have been hungry for a long time."

Hearing this, the man showed a horrified expression, and didn't dare to talk nonsense.

A group of monks also had anxious eyes, and all of them looked ugly.

……

For a while, no one spoke, only the sound of the old man chewing, and the sound of insects rang out.

After a while, an old-fashioned monk said: "What is the name of the fellow Taoist? If you dare to ask where this place is, is there a way to get out, or send a letter?"

Hearing this question, everyone cheered up and looked at the old man together.

The old man said with a wry smile: "My surname is Chen. Now that I have fallen to such a state, I don't need to mention my name again, so as not to be ridiculed. As for this place, it is the place where the God Lord of the common people punishes other races and the spirit race who oppose him. The monks who come earlier are called the place of imprisonment."

"The place of imprisonment?"

The cultivators were stunned, but it was not a place of imprisonment.

The old man surnamed Chen nodded slightly and said: "It is the place of imprisonment. As for whether this is a remote star or an independent space, no one can make it clear, let alone propose a method of sending messages. We And monks earlier than us, once searched, except near this mountain, in other directions, no matter how far you go, it is an endless barren land."

"Can we just wait here to die?"

A monk said in a frustrated voice.

"Of course not, otherwise I don't think this Daoist Chen would rather eat that kind of food and live on."

The old man said with a gloomy face.

In the end, it was the old Jianghu who had practiced for many years. After saving his life, he saw that there were still early monks, and he immediately thought about it calmly.

As soon as this remark came out, a bright light flashed in everyone's eyes.

"Since the monster beast just now has reached the foundation-building stage, and Daoist Chen lost another mana just now to heal our wounds, there must obviously be spirit stone veins here. As long as we can practice, we will be able to leave here sooner or later." .”

someone said.

"That's right, that's right!"

Immediately someone agreed.

Everyone was excited.

The old man surnamed Chen glanced at everyone, and said with an unfathomable smile: "It is true that there are four mine veins, which have not been divided up by us, but everyone, that has nothing to do with you, these spirit stones belong to us, and you are just Miners responsible for mining spirit stones!"

After the words fell, everyone's eyes froze, and then they realized something, and immediately there was a monk with a fierce temper or a cunning, and the light in his eyes flickered.

The old man surnamed Chen threw away the leftover bone in his hand, clapped his hands, and said with a relaxed expression: "Everyone, you'd better not make any crazy plans, otherwise you will be like this bone tomorrow."

Everyone's complexion sank again.

No matter where they went, they always controlled the situation with big fists, and the monks who came first were undoubtedly the group with bigger fists.

"What good is it to us to mine for you? If it's just to live a few more days, please forgive me for not having that interest."

The handsome-looking man before said coldly.

Everyone has a cold expression on their faces. Although they are dependent on others, the conditions to be negotiated must still be negotiated, and they cannot be manipulated by others.

The old man surnamed Chen swept around the crowd.He said coldly: "If you work hard enough, Dudu will consider rewarding you with some spirit stones!"

Of course, everyone didn't know who Du Du was, but when they thought about it, they knew it must be that hot woman.And when they heard that there was a spirit stone, everyone was naturally moved.

"Why...don't think of a way...to unblock the power of...primordial spirit and soul, and take out the spirit stone and fairy stone...from the storage space...to practice?"

There are weak ones.Intermittent male voice came.

Everyone's hearts lit up when they heard the sound, and they looked towards the source of the voice, only to see the speaking monk, a man covered in dust, lying on his back on the ground, with a black palm print remaining on his open chest.The flesh has been scorched black, but this person's eyes are unusually calm, with wisdom shining.

"You're not dead yet?"

The old man surnamed Chen said in surprise, the monk who spoke.It was the man he had said before that he was bound to die in the Jade Flame Hell.

At this moment, there is no sign of death in the other party, not only waking up.And he seems to be in good spirits, with the palm print of Jade Fire on his chest.Although it turned black, it indicated that the power of the green flame was being eliminated.

"Thank you, brother, for your concern."

The man said again.

The old man surnamed Chen took three steps and two steps, walked to his side, and checked.But because of the blocked spiritual consciousness, of course, I couldn't detect any tricks in the physical body, so I had to laugh at the end: "Your Excellency is lucky, and your injury is really improving. I don't know what kind of food you have eaten. precious."

After finishing speaking, he changed the subject again: "However, your so-called method of unblocking the Primordial Spirit and Divine Soul will not work. Before you, I don't know how many monks with extraordinary wisdom have thought of this method, but no one can do it. do it."

"This restriction itself was originally created by the God Lord of the common people. It is so clever that ordinary monks can't even try to understand it."

The old man surnamed Chen said solemnly: "Besides, the general restriction of blocking the Yuanshen's soul must be undone by the power of the Yuanshen's soul. Now that the Yuanshen's soul is sealed, even if you figure out a way to untie it, what is the solution? An endless loop!"

When everyone heard the old man's words, their gazes sank again, and it was the same when they thought about it. How could the God Lord of the Cangsheng leave this loophole for everyone to exploit.

The man's gaze was not too disappointed, but full of contemplation. The way this man thought about it had a particularly thrilling feeling, as if there was a rhyme in the pupil world.

"Brother Dao seems to be number two or three here. If even you have only recovered to such a small strength, and you haven't practiced hard, it can be seen that the number of spirit stones here is probably not that many, and it is not enough to cultivate to the point of breaking. The empty Lichen Realm can only prolong one's lifespan at most."

After a while, the man said.

Hearing this sentence, the old man surnamed Chen fell silent.

"Brother Dao, can you tell me why the God Lord Cangsheng and his subordinates didn't kill us directly, but left us alive and imprisoned here?"

The man asked again, and his speech gradually became coherent, as if his injuries had recovered a lot.

……

Hearing this question, almost all the new monks fell into deep thought.

With the temperament of a tyrannical overlord like the God Lord of the Cangsheng, there is really no need to do such a sloppy, reckless thing. Since the other party has done this, there must be a big reason behind it.

Of course, the cultivators couldn't think of an answer, and their eyes fell on the face of the old man surnamed Chen again.

The old man surnamed Chen looked sad, raised his head slightly, looked in the direction of the sky, shook his head and said: "No one knows the answer to this question, since we were thrown in, those guys have never appeared again. "

All the cultivators were stunned when they heard the words, they could no longer understand the situation.

"Everyone, rest early. Now you are no different from ordinary people. From tomorrow onwards, you will go into the mine to mine. Don't think that this old man is a kind old man today, and that this is a retirement home!"

The old man surnamed Chen seemed to have said too much today, or was touched by something, his face turned cold, and he said something impatiently.

After finishing speaking, the old man looked at the dead man just now and said, "Boy, what's your name?"

Hearing this, the man was silent for a moment, and said, "...My name is Ji Cangmang."

Ji Cangmang!

Ji Cangmang!

The man was Ji Cangmang, whom he hadn't seen for a long time. Ji Cangmang had already lost his mana and turned into a mortal?

Ruoyebai knows, Ruolian Yeyu knows, Ruolianyun Daozong and Haifengxing's old friends.The old brothers know, I am afraid that they will be shocked to the point of madness.

Ji Cangmang at this moment, after the voice fell, a look of sadness appeared on his filthy face.

Although he doesn't like killing, he has nothing to do with the world.But there is also the arrogance of a top monk in his bones. Now that he is knocked into the dust, he feels lost and hesitant in his heart. It is conceivable that even Ji Cangmang lost his soul for a while.

"Ji Cangmang..."

The old man surnamed Chen repeated a sentence.Hehe smiled, turned around and left.

Among the other monks, one or two, when they heard Ji Cangmang's name, their eyes lit up with greed.Maybe he knew a little about him, but this greedy color quickly faded, regardless of Ji Cangmang.Any treasures or good exercises have nothing to do with them who are down and out.

over the wilderness.It was silent again, and no one spoke.

All the cultivators were lying on the ground in a mess, looking at the direction of the starry sky with complicated expressions.It used to be the place where they shuttled and galloped, but now it seems that it is so out of reach.

In the face of the unknown fate, the heart of fear is gradually born in the eyes of everyone.

……

At this moment, Ji Cangmang has closed his eyes.

His Adam's apple twitched slightly, except for himself, no one knew his emotions at the moment.At this moment, in his mind, he was also recalling this past.

In order to find a way to eliminate the effect of the ghost liquid, Ji Cangmang brought Taixuanmu and Taiqingsi to the Emerald Star occupied by the Alliance of Spiritualists.

As Taixuanmu said, the monks on this star are very repulsive to other races that are not spiritual roots, but fortunately they have not yet reached the point of killing anyone they see.

Ji Cangmang was also in the midst of countless provocations and ridicules, trying to find out the news, but he never found out, or even if someone knew, he refused to tell him.

Hundreds of years passed in the blink of an eye. During these hundreds of years, the humiliation Ji Cangmang suffered was needless to mention, but he never took it to heart.

What moved Ji Cangmang the most was the spiritual cultivators of the Emerald Star. They worshiped the God Lord of the Common People very unusually. There was fanaticism and madness in this kind of worship. would give his life for him.

And just the day before yesterday, for unknown reasons, the Spirit Clan suddenly took action and arrested a large number of monks on the Emerald Planet. There is no need to mention what happened after that.

If something like this happened before, it must not be hidden from other monks, and Ji Cangmang may not come to Emerald Star.

"Before me, the monks who were arrested must not have been arrested with such a big fanfare. What happened to make the God Lord of the common people start to be so unscrupulous?"

Ji Cangmang sorted out in his heart.

Compared with this question, what worries him more is Taixuanmu in the Small World ring.

This person's intelligence has degenerated to the level of a child, and maybe it is still degrading. The reason why he said maybe is because Ji Cangmang's consciousness was sealed, and he could no longer be contacted, nor could he be contacted with Tai Qingsi.

Even though the two are in his small world ring, Ji Cangmang can call them out to help even if he has a little power of soul... But unfortunately, he didn't!

And even if he has the possibility of recovery in the future, he still has to face the big problem of Taixuanmu.

Bitterness gradually appeared on his face.

For the first time in his life, Ji Cangmang felt the difficulty of controlling his destiny and could not help himself.

The sound of snoring came from the side, and Ji Cangmang gradually fell asleep, exhaustion, pain, and helplessness all appeared on his face covered in dust and blood.

……

Early the next morning, the genius was dimly lit, and the white morning mist had not yet dissipated.

The sound of heavy and messy footsteps came from a village not far away, and a long dragon-like team stepped out. The leading monk was a rough man transformed from that golden-winged roc bird-like monster.

This person was obviously much stronger than the others, perhaps because he ate more, and he carried a huge fur bag as tall as a man in his hand.

Along the way, his eyes swept across a group of monks lying on the ground coldly, with a long and hooked nose, there was an indescribable indifference and indifference.

"You guys, when are you going to sleep, get up and work!"

After a few breaths, the rough man let out a loud shout.

It was like a thunderbolt, which broke the tranquility of the morning.

A bunch of new monks.Immediately opened their eyes, many eyes flashed sharply, but soon, the intense feeling of lack in the body told them that they were no longer the powerful monks.

"What are you looking at, don't get up yet!"

The rough man met the gazes of the cultivators, and after sternly shouting.With flicks of fingertips, dozens of green finger lights shot out.

boom!

boom!

boom!

There was a rumbling sound and dust was flying.

Obviously, this person just wanted to teach everyone a lesson, he didn't hit their bodies directly, but just hit the ground beside some monks.Even so, the air wave from the explosion still lifted a group of monks who are now mortals, and smashed them to the ground.There was another scream.

"Boy, how dare you humiliate this old man!"

Before the dust cleared, some irritable monks shouted angrily because of repeated frustrations and depression.I saw a monk like a skinny old man, after getting up from the ground.He rushed over, listening to this old tone, it was clear that he used to have some sort of domineering strength and status.

The rugged man looked at this person rushing forward, with a look of disdain flashing in his eyes.Another point out!

Pong!

With a muffled sound, blood mist splashed out.

The emerald green finger light, as fast as lightning, directly blasted a big hole in the bony old man's forehead, and blood sprayed out.

"you--"

The skinny old man was stunned, and looked at the other party in disbelief, as if he couldn't believe that the other party had really killed him, and his end was to die under the attack of the lowest wood-type spell.

The furious pupils gradually became scattered, dazed, and dimmed. The thin old man fell to the ground with a crash, becoming a corpse without any breath of life.

The new monks had awe-inspiring eyes and ugly faces.Back then, the rough man was probably just a minor cultivator in the Nascent Soul stage and the Lichen stage, but now, he can easily kill them, just because he came earlier, started to practice again earlier, and recovered It has reached the stage of foundation building.

And the monks who followed behind the rough man showed indifferent and disdainful smiles.

"This guy's body is your dinner today, now—all pick up tools for me, and go into the mine to mine spirit stones!"

The rough man drank again, and poured out the contents of the huge fur bag in his hand with the mouth facing down.

Whoa whoa whoa!

There are actually hundreds of unbelievably crude knives and axes, as if they were cast from the worst copper and iron. Right how difficult the situation is.

"It took the old man a whole night to refine these things. You guys, you better remember my great kindness."

Behind the rough man, an old man with a goatee and a short stature said with a strange smile.

The old man's eyes were bloodshot and his face was full of exhaustion, as if he had really worked all night.

The rough man didn't speak anymore, the long dragon-like team started to move, and continued to move forward, and the others followed. On the wilderness, only a group of new monks remained, with ugly faces and no movement.

……

"After I re-train and recover my strength, I will kill this arrogant bird first!"

Seeing the team in front of them gradually walking away, a monk finally cursed in a low voice. After the curse, this person walked to the knives and axes on the ground, picked up a larger ax, and chased after the team in front of him. .

The other monks, after cursing a few words, finally had an empty stomach, stepped forward to pick one, and followed.

Many people were staggering, and their injuries obviously wouldn't heal so quickly, but here, no one would sympathize with them.

And the pride remaining in their bones does not allow themselves to beg for mercy.But how long such arrogance can last, no one knows.

Ji Cangmang walked at the end at a slow pace. His eyes fell on the dead skinny old man's body. His complexion was unusually gloomy, and there was even a hint of fear that he had never seen before. He didn't know what he thought of.

After taking the last remaining axe, Ji Cangmang also followed the team ahead. (to be continued~^~)