After 100 years of leatherworking, I have become a giant in the magic sect

Chapter 185 184. Ten thousand acres of forbidden land, a lonely island (8.1K words - big chapter, please subscribe)

In the ancient land, the biggest "news" is about the Divine Infant Realm, and the strongest clan of the ancient clan, the "Dragon Tomb Ancient Clan", is the top priority.

The news that the new generation of Tianjiao of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan suppressed Long Gongrong with one hand naturally spread among the high-level officials of the ancient clan.

Not only did that Tianjiao suppress Long Gongrong calmly, he also tried his best to resolve the grievances and distributed the "True Spirit Residual Jade" cake fairly, so that all families were satisfied and praised.

Wuxiang Tianzun was so domineering and wanted to occupy the name of folk belief. No one would buy it. But once this happened, it was a good start. At least several families stopped talking. The Night King Ancient Clan directly acknowledged the existence of "Wuxiang Tianzun" to hold the thigh of this old neighbor.

"The benevolent are invincible" has always been reasonable, but it does not mean that if you are a benevolent person, you will be invincible. Instead, you can be "invincible" while still upholding the style of a "benevolent person". Only then can you be powerful and win the support of the public.

Song Yan was vicious when he killed people, lewd when he enjoyed himself, and dissolute when he was drunk, but he was just right every time he made a move, just to successfully build the reputation of "Wu Xiang Tian Zun".

Nowadays, the four words "Wu Xiang Tian Zun" are well-known.

In addition to Song Yan's "first show", it is actually inseparable from the efforts of many monks.

And the ancient temples in the mortal world are also more popular, because people on this land have begun to understand that "Tian Zun is Wu Xiang Tian Zun", whether they are so poor that they only have faith, so stupid that they can only believe, or need faith to serve power, or believe to please the immortals, they all began to believe.

When Tang Xiaokong returned from outside, he hurriedly climbed the Zumai Divine Mountain and asked the Ningxin Patriarch where his adopted son was, but the Ningxin Patriarch said lightly, "I don't know either."

Tang Xiaokong was stunned for a long time, but he still hurriedly took out the communication stone and praised Song Yan, saying that "more than 70 years later, other ancient elders have come to him to seek allies at the edge of the void." With strong power and good reputation, wouldn't the allies come? And more people will definitely increase the survival rate and harvest rate at the dangerous edge of the void.

When Tang Xiaokong left in a hurry, the Ningxin Patriarch looked into the distance as if he had felt something.

In the distance, a petite and lovely woman was carrying a bamboo basket and bringing down the herbs she had just picked on the Zumai Divine Mountain.

The female cultivator lowered her head, her eyes somewhat distracted. When she reached the top of the mountain, she raised her head and looked respectfully at the distant Ning Xin Ancestor in the wind, and whispered, "Ancestor, I have collected all the herbs."

Ning Xin Ancestor looked at the female cultivator, her eyes were gentle and kind, and the female cultivator could not resist lowering her head.

The old ancestor Ning Xin spoke as softly as the spring breeze, and said warmly: "I saw fear and shame."

An Li lowered her head and said: "Am I unable to raise the guard?"

An Ancestor Ning Xin said: "You have a special meaning to him, so I took you from Mount Gushe, and then took you with me to teach you the most suitable rescue skills for Mu Xuan. If you save people and have the heart to save people, you will naturally achieve the middle stage of the Purple Mansion."

An Li said: "But I... Recently I have realized more and more that I am just an ordinary female cultivator. Every sect has people like me. I have no talent and no qualifications, and I am still afraid."

A scene flashed before her eyes: the lingering aura of the underworld, the hideous and playful laughter, and the bloody mouth that devoured life at the end.

Recently, her old dream returned to the Nanwu Sword Gate. She was walking on the road with Senior Brother Bai, but she suddenly stopped. Senior Brother Bai grabbed her shoulders, and the arc of his resolute lips suddenly opened, slowly turning into a bloody mouth to bite her and slowly devour her.

She woke up with a start. It was a nightmare.

"Afraid?" Ning Xin smiled and said, "How much trust does he have in you to show himself to you? As for you saying that you are ordinary, I don't agree. Ordinary female cultivators can't go to him, nor can they come to me."

An Li was speechless. She remembered what she said hysterically that day, "You are not a person at all. If there is an ancient god in this world, he will definitely not protect you." The fear in her eyes was mixed with a bit of shame. 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 in her heart: 'I don't know if a devil like him will feel uncomfortable. '

"Hahaha."

"Good!!"

No one thought that the famous Wuxiang Tianzun was watching the musicians playing the flute and the dancers dancing in the mortal world in the painting boat. He was holding a young lady in his arms and was having a good time.

The young lady was the most beautiful in the brothel in this city. Her name was Xue Yi, but she was only with him today.

Song Yan spread his legs and let Xue Yi's soft buttocks press on one side, and let her delicate hands bring him fresh berries shipped from afar.

Berries become sweeter after the winter frost, but in places like the ancient country of Xijue where transportation is not smooth, they need to be transported as fast as possible. By the time they get here, the price is already high.

Song Yan stared at the dancer intently, watching her jump on tiptoe and the colorful silk in her hands spinning endlessly.

The blazing stove spread the warmth, making the dancer's exposed calves, chest, and arms seem to be coated with a thin layer of flowing fire, and also making the young lady beside Song Yan look like a flame.

Song Yan leaned down and prepared to enjoy the pleasures of this world.

Xue Yi shouted: "Master, Master!"

Song Yan paused and asked: "What's wrong?"

Miss Xueyi said pitifully, "It happened once just now. I'm not feeling well."

Song Yan said, "Add more money."

Miss Xueyi hugged Song Yan tightly and said with a giggle, "Master is so handsome, why don't you have concubines at home? Why do you have to come here to make trouble?"

Song Yan laughed, "What a joke, I love to make trouble."

Miss Xueyi took the initiative to hold his cheeks, approached him, and said in a coquettish voice, "Hate it!"

Then a sound of "Ouch" came from the pleasure boat.

The young lady has her own unique skills, not to mention that Song Yan looks like a young man, so she worked harder, thinking, "Actually, I'm not at a disadvantage."

The pleasure boat was quiet, Song Yan raised his hand, and his fingertips just touched the curtain, and it was grabbed and pulled down by a jade hand.

"It's snowing, cold, and it's finally warm in the boat."

"I just want to be cold."

Song Yan opened the curtain, and the wind and snow outside rushed in.

Ms. Xueyi screamed, her skin tightened rapidly, and the warmth ended.

Song Yan was calm, looking at the snow floating all over the sky and the ground.

This place is called Dongyu City, the easternmost city of the ancient country of Xijue, and it is also a city where Song Yan's consciousness can cover the "mysterious sapling".

He came here, first to take care of the tree, and second to wait for the Tianduo Pill.

He knew nothing about the "mysterious sapling", but it was impossible for him to show off with the sapling everywhere.

Once the sapling left the sacrificial formation, it would really be punished by heaven.

The characteristics of the sapling and the aura of the underworld meant that once it took root, it could not be easily transferred, unless he could think of another way to carry the sapling with him.

Guarding the saplings is far more meaningful than staying in the ancestral line of the Wuxiang Ancient Clan, or running for the empty name of "Wuxiang Tianzun".

So, Song Yan came.

At this time, Miss Xueyi hurriedly wrapped her clothes, hit Song Yan with a coquettish look, but then took his arm, sat beside him, and looked outside the boat following his gaze.

As the saying goes, "The rich have wine and meat, but there are frozen bones on the road." At this time, the painted boat happened to be in the slums on the snowy lake. The dirty and dilapidated streets and brothels in the distance were completely different.

This slum is not only dirty, but also crowded. Dirty beggar-like people are huddled together and huddled in the corner.

Some people are still alive, while others have frozen to death.

Miss Xueyi said: "A large number of refugees have entered the country due to the natural disaster in Lu. Don't look at them like this. In fact, they are better off than many people for being able to come to this city. This is also thanks to a certain big shot, otherwise the king would not allow them to enter."

Just as the voice fell, 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 disheveled, and there was an adult in a cotton robe next to him, but the adult was bruised all over and had obviously frozen to death.

The little beggar huddled numbly beside the frozen adult, and also quietly waited for death in the cold.

This kind of scene, the first sight is heartbreaking, and the second sight is still unbearable, but it is numb after seeing it too many times.

Song Yan's arrival did not make the little beggar raise his eyes.

But Song Yan suddenly grabbed the little beggar's frozen hand and warmed it.

As if he felt that his body was extremely cold, Song Yan used the method of Jianghu to slowly send breath to help him recover.

Seeing that the effect was still low, he simply held the little beggar in his arms and warmed him up.

Miss Xueyi stared at this scene in amazement, and a touch of gentleness appeared in her eyes for a long time, and then she said to the musicians and dancers next to her: "I never thought that this master was also a knight."

Song Yan shouted: "Get some food."

Miss Xueyi responded, and hurriedly wrapped herself tightly, and then took the food from the workshop and went downstairs.

Song Yan fed the little beggar, and then directly contacted Tang Yi through the communication stone, saying: "Let the ancient country of Xijue handle the refugee affairs well, and at the same time let the ancient country prepare to move to the west as far away from the wilderness as possible, because natural disasters will continue to expand. In the inland areas, reduce taxes and expand farming to prepare for famine. Let local sects participate in it, and if necessary, they can use the ancient clan contribution points as rewards."

He doesn't know how to make long-term arrangements, and it's impossible to spend time tracking the progress of this matter, and it's not professional, but he now holds great power, and he can change many things with just one word.

In the past, in Nanwu Jianmen, he ignored the disaster because he understood that the overall situation was difficult to change, and he couldn't go against the puppet sect system. But now, he is the overall situation of this land, and he can change it as he wants, which is naturally different from the past.

Miss Xueyi distributed the steamed buns one by one, and then came to Song Yan's side, looking at the weak and dirty child in his arms, and whispered: "Master, it's useless. Even if there is today, there will be no tomorrow. Even if you help here, there are other places."

"Today, but no tomorrow? There is only this place, but no other place?"

Song Yan murmured, and then said, "You said that this steamed bun is useless tomorrow and this place is useless, so don't these people care? Have they given up?"

Miss Xueyi was silent after being rebuked.

Song Yan said: "They didn't give up, they cared about this steamed bun. Don't let a small kindness go unrewarded."

Miss Xueyi didn't know what to say.

Song Yan waved his hand and said: "You can go back. Anyway, the time for me to rent a boat is almost up. So, thank you for doing some extra things today."

Miss Xueyi said: "You're not leaving?"

Song Yan said: "I'm not leaving."

Ms. Xueyi swore that she had never seen such a person, who could spend his days drinking and dancing, and warm up a stranger beggar. She slowly turned around, looking back every step, and waved from afar when she got on the pleasure boat.

Song Yan was holding the child. He could feel the child's hands and feet slowly warming up, and he could feel that the child was being slowly pulled back from the other side of death by him. This made him feel happy, a kind of spiritual happiness different from physical happiness.

The next day, it was dawn.

The snow stopped.

The child woke up slowly.

This was a little girl, not pretty, with a pale face and thin body, almost like a boy.

Song Yan fed her water and some food, then washed her face. Seeing her dazed look, he held her in his arms and said softly, "My brother's name is Jian Huang. What's your name?"

"San Sanniu"

"Sanniu, don't be afraid. Live bravely."

"Yes, thank you, brother." The little girl named Sanniu sniffed, rested her chin on Song Yan's shoulder, and tears flowed down her face.

Song Yan leaned against the dirty slum wall, basking in the sun, which was finally warm at this time, feeling the little thing in his arms slowly regaining vitality, and felt calm.

Suddenly, a gust of cold wind from the corner made the little guy shrink suddenly.

"It's so cold, so cold," the little girl trembled.

Song Yan turned his head to look at the cold wind, and then looked into the distance. It was the wind blowing from the wild land in the east. The wind was mixed with the smell of decay, dead silence, desolation, and ominous signs, signs of the dark era of natural disasters.

As the real Wuxiang Tianzun, Song Yan's words played a role in the evening of the next day.

Even in a city like Dongyu City, there were porridge carts pushed to the alleys of the slums at this time, and some people were building foundations in the open space, preparing to build some temporary sheds.

The refugees rushed forward, and the person who served the porridge said while serving the porridge into the bowls that were hard to find: "Thank Wuxiang Tianzun, thank the king, thank the city lord, you won't starve to death this winter!"

Another person said: "When the sheds over there are built, they will also be arranged for you. Children who have lost their parents and have nowhere to go will be arranged in the city, so come and register."

The slums suddenly became busy.

Song Yan was holding Sanniu and was about to go to the city lord to see, but suddenly felt someone approaching.

He looked back and saw a woman with an excited look.

The woman trembled and said: "San Sanniu?"

The little girl looked up, stared at the woman, and cried: "Auntie!"

"Sanniu!"

"Auntie!"

The big and the small hugged each other and cried bitterly.

Song Yan quietly took more than ten copper coins and put them on the ground. He left as soon as he moved.

Too much money can't protect it, but more than ten copper coins are just right.

That night, Song Yan took a bath and changed his clothes, and rolled onto the bed of Miss Xue Yi again. After a good time in the quilt, he hugged the beautiful lady and fell asleep comfortably.

Miss Xue Yi was also happy to play with him. She had never seen such a man before, but she had felt an indescribable strange charm in this man.

Day after day, several months passed in a blink of an eye.

All the girls in Cangyue Tower were familiar with the young master Jian.

He was romantic and rich, drunk and singing wildly, and often did shocking things, but he was not annoying. Almost every girl was vying to be with him.

Song Yan was also here tonight and there tomorrow, unscrupulous.

This night was another beautiful night with flowers and moon. After drinking, Song Yan was enjoying the fun of the red skirt, leaning on the green and the red, when he suddenly heard screams from afar.

He felt the young lady's body stiffen in his arms, and when he looked around, he saw corpses floating in the warm spring water.

Each of those corpses seemed to be torn apart by a huge force, and the whole person was cracked like a ceramic jar, with flesh and blood pulled, and soaked in water, the result was that the body swelled up a lot, the six or seven feet tall man swelled nearly twice, and the thin woman swelled into a huge fat man.

The horrible corpses floated on the warm water, making the lanterns on the waterside shine scarlet, and also making the water quality of the warm water dark and gloomy like the netherworld, very creepy.

As soon as Song Yan moved, the lady in the quilt hurriedly raised her legs to press him down.

When Song Yan moved again, the young lady simply turned over and pressed him down.

Song Yan said, "Xiao Xianghong, what's wrong with you?"

The young lady said in fear, "My dear is a good man, don't go."

Song Yan smiled and said, "My dear is not a good man, you have to go."

Xiao Xianghong pouted and said, "Then my dear should go tomorrow. I can't let anything happen when we are together. How can I face people?"

As she spoke, she hugged Song Yan tightly, fearing that he would run away, and then she said slowly, "I also heard that the storm in Lu State continued, and there were monsters eating people and evil spirits killing people.

The immortals above went to surrender, but...but there was no improvement.

This scream in the middle of the night must be someone's death, but I don't know if it was a monster or an evil spirit that sneaked in to kill people.

My dear, please don't go, otherwise your handsome head will probably fall off."

Song Yan scanned with his spiritual sense and did not find any monsters or evil spirits, but the lake in the city connected to the moat and the outside. The continuous heavy rain had risen the water level early, and it seemed to have come from somewhere unknown.

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"No, no, I still want to love you, my little fairy."

"Hehe, my dear, come here."

Winter has come again in the blink of an eye.

But last year's residents are almost refugees this year.

The entire Dongyu City received an order to relocate.

The natural disasters in Lu State are gradually spreading. Although they are not happening all the time, the situation is still developing in the most serious direction.

The instructions issued from above said: The wild land, especially the territory of Lu State, is already full of monsters and beasts. Those monsters do not seem to bite people, but they chase ghosts. In the process of chasing, if there are people around, the monsters will not care at all. When they exert their full strength, the people nearby will be affected and killed. Wanguang Village and Xiaofeng County were destroyed in this way. Now the immortals have made a prediction that the entire Dongyu City will be included in the scope of monsters and ghosts in a month or half a year, so they must be relocated.

Fortunately, it seems that the immortals attach great importance to these things. The relocation of refugees is relatively smooth, and there is food guarantee along the way, although it is little. And all places have released relief food for assistance.

Miss Xueyi, Xiaoxianghong, Sanniu and others all embarked on the mighty relocation team.

They scanned their eyes, trying to find the figure of a familiar person.

For some reason, that figure was so reliable in their hearts that they instinctively wanted to rely on him.

Miss Xueyi and Xiaoxianghong wanted to say to him, "If you are a wandering prodigal, you might as well find them as your companions; if you are a rich man, you might as well take them as concubines."

Sanniu was at a loss at the time, but now she realized that "Brother Jianhuang" saved her life that day, and she wanted to find her brother to say thank you.

However, even though they had left from the west gate of Dongyu City with the large army, they still couldn't see that person.

At this time

Dongyu City, hundreds of miles east of the city.

A black-robed figure stepped on a shadow puppet boat and laughed happily.

"Hahaha! Hahaha!"

"Harvest! What a harvest!"

Every time Song Yan's palm fell, a big handprint would fall from the sky, slamming the earth beast and other monsters that dared to fly to the ground, just like slapping a fly.

Of course, there are also slightly difficult ones, but as long as he is a little more serious, it will not be difficult.

These earth beasts and demon beasts are basically at the level of the crimson palace, and occasionally a purple palace level beast can appear, which is simply terrifying.

The native demon beasts in the wild or the surrounding hills are running for their lives.

The earth beasts are chasing the underworld energy like mad dogs.

Whenever the underworld energy is attached to a skeleton, the earth beasts will rush over like crazy, destroy the skeleton, beat the underworld energy to make it emerge again, and then madly disperse it, trying to prevent it from condensing.

This would have been a good thing, but in the process of chasing and attacking, the earth beasts did not care about the other lives around them, so. Wherever they went, it was completely a life restricted area.

Some people died, and some beasts died.

But when Song Yan came, the earth beasts died.

He stepped on the shadow puppet air boat, sweeping back and forth, killing all the large waves of earth beasts invading this line, and threw them on the air boat, while trying to control a crimson palace skeleton attached with the underworld energy.

After doing this, he glanced at the distance.

The people he killed today might not even be a drop in the ocean, just like scooping a bowl of water from the ocean.

And this is just the beginning.

As time goes by, higher-level earth beasts will surely be born, and more underworld energy will seep out.

On that day, he joined forces with the other five tribes to impose a seal. Otherwise, there would be more high-level earth beasts at this time.

If the current signs are followed, the underworld energy will become a skeleton in the Lianxuan realm when it attaches to ordinary people, and it will become a crimson palace realm when it attaches to the Lianxuan realm. If it attaches to the purple mansion realm, wouldn’t it be possible to become a corpse of the underworld?

Thinking of the scene where the corpse of the underworld almost killed him instantly with one blow, Song Yan felt extremely solemn.

He felt it was difficult, and ordinary people and ordinary sects didn’t even want to live.

At this time, he felt comfortable and couldn’t help looking up at the sky.

From the demon, he had already known that this world was most likely guarded by a great power, and the rest of the "heavenly tribulation" and the like were the rules set by that great power. But this earth beast is too "unintelligent" at this time, right?

Song Yan couldn't believe it when he heard in Dongyu City that a village and a county were directly destroyed because of the passage of earth beasts.

Natural disaster beasts are really natural disasters!

They not only destroy invaders, but also kill innocent local residents.

After the underworld energy is dispersed by them, it needs to condense again, or combine with the new underworld energy underground before it can attach to the bones. This does prevent the spread of the underworld energy to a certain extent, but. They are also executioners.

At least up to this point, most of the people were killed by natural disaster earth beasts, not by the underworld energy.

However, according to Song Yan's observation, although the earth beasts died, they would not be contaminated by the underworld energy, which is finally good news.

The next day, the clear light shines on the snow.

A shadow boat slowly landed somewhere, and after entering a layer of formation cover, it completely disappeared.

Song Yan entered the cave in the boat.

He named the mysterious sapling - the underworld tree.

He hoped that this tree would bring him some surprises.

When they arrived at the Yinfu sacrificial array, there was not much Yin Qi flowing in the array, just like a few swirling ink threads on white paper.

Song Yan raised his hand and sent a soil beast to the sacrificial array.

The sacrificial sound was endless, and the soil beast was not digesting fast.

Song Yan was not in a hurry. He temporarily walked out of the cave, sat on the cliff, and looked into the distance.

The sea of ​​clouds rolled, the fog was stacked, and layers of transparent arrays covered this place, so that even if there were cultivators and monsters passing by, they would not be able to find them unless they happened to land here.

He released his consciousness and swept towards the distant Dongyu City.

This is the only city around the trees.

But such a city is becoming empty, and it will become a dead city completely.

After that, he was afraid that he could no longer go to the city to play, but needed to live alone in this empty mountain.

To this end, he specially bought a lot of rice grains and food in the world.

Suddenly, he felt like he turned around and walked into the cave again.

The corpses of the beasts in the offering of the Yinfu have disappeared, and a ray of life energy is floating on the table.

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.

The underworld absorbed these energy, it seemed that it exudes a very little land.

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 a little speechless, and immediately grabbed the corpse of the beast, and began to peel on the rock next to him.

When the skin fell, he threw the beast corpse into the offerings, and he began to make a shadow.

However, after some operations, he unexpectedly found that the natural catastrophe seemed very special, and he couldn't recruit the soul at all. This was the first time that he used the beast skin to make shadow.

As a result, he also threw all the shadow shadows and the bodies of the native beasts into the offering of the sacrifice.

Over time.

A few days later.

All the beasts of a boat are refined into life energy.

Song Yan divided it a little to Mingshu, and the rest of them swallowed.

The rich life energy entered the body, which made him feel that there was a little more change in his body.

He moved his palm and reappeared "Freedom of the Demon of the Heaven", but it was seen that the eyes of the white elegant fairy on the picture naturally had one or two more deeper traces. At the same time, he also felt that his eyes were a little itchy. He rubbed subconsciously, but the itchy feeling did not reduce, as if rooted in the bone marrow or even the soul.

"Where did these energy go?"

Song Yan's fist, operation, and found that neither body and spells have not been strengthened.

Suddenly, what he flashed in his mind was what the monk said before.

"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.

Instantly, 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.

It can be seen how much energy is required.

The monks have many precepts, abstain from the words, quit killing, abstain from theft, and quit prostitution.

There are not only the magic monks who have insight into the true meaning of 谛, and the true meaning of killing the truth, and the magic monk who has mentioned the magic monk who has mentioned the stolen true meaning, which may not have 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.

Cross the same class should not work.

The nine -son demon could not swallow the monk, and vice versa.

However, Song Yanxu thought of the furnace of the king, and couldn't help but laughed.

He intercepted the breath of Jiuzi Mother with the furnace of the king of the king and turned it into his own use.

"So, it can be considered in the future."

Song Yan walked out of the cave and was full of stars. Cangshan negatively snowed, and against Yao Guanghua. For a while, the black robe was like white clothes, which made people distinguish 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 the realm was born, and Song Yan felt that this sentence also applied to the magic.

If you want to be comfortable, if you have to do what you want to do, it will be your fart; if you have to use the name to define freedom, it will be fart; saying that it is not the same, and a freedom is fundamental. You do n’t need to stay at ease, you can only keep a fart, not freedom.

"Hahaha!"

Song Yanxin felt, laughed, and then moved his mind to Unicom in the idea of ​​being stored in advance and asked: "Old ancestor, do you know a lot about herbal medicine, do you have a gathered 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. It can attract natural disaster beasts."

For a long time, Ning Xin's ancestor said back: "I'll look for it."

Song Yan said: "I have always been good luck, I am annoyed my ancestors."

After that, he closed his eyes and kept his eyes.

Sky Douzhuang moves, and the dusk is alternately.

A month later, the entire Dongyu City was relocated.

After two months, Song Yan could no longer perceive a person in the consciousness.

After three months, the entire area is scarce.

He was sitting on Yiye Island in the restricted area alone.

On this day, the sound of the ancestor of Ning Xinxin in his mind.

"Nature beasts are extremely special. There is no plant in this world that can attract natural beasts, the only means"

"Earthflower."

Before Ancestor Ning Xin said anything, Song Yan had already given the answer. He glanced at the direction of the underworld sacrificial array, thought for a moment, and slightly opened the array cover.

A wisp of underworld air suddenly lingered up and penetrated the sky.