Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

Chen Huan came out of seclusion, which lasted for ten years.

Behind every successful art, there is loneliness.

This situation may happen frequently.

That's why Xu San arranged this ring. He stayed in the cave, and the world was always moving forward.

"This retreat almost drained all my family assets."

"Both the improvement of the strength of the natal puppet and the establishment of the puppet factory require huge resources."

Chen Huan escaped from the ground directly, and his soul released his perception, then frowned. He turned into a stream of light and rushed to the sky.

What is on the top of the sky in this world? All creatures in any world want to explore it, and so does Chen Huan at this time.

Chen Huan flew all the way, and the whole person turned into a flashing meteor.

After flying for nearly ten days, a trace of dew appeared on the whole natal body. Chen Huan stopped suddenly. He touched the dew with his fingers, which was very ordinary, just like ordinary dew.

With a flick of his hand, the broken body The arm-bearing Jindan puppet appeared, and the soul split into two.

The arm-bearing Jindan puppet continued to rush forward.

The Jindan puppet was already wet as if it had been rained on, but there was still nothing above its head.

But suddenly, the pupils of the Jindan puppet trembled, and even Chen Huan's original body below was startled.

A gust of wind blew by, and the Jindan puppet raised its hand in a daze. The confluence of wind and water caused the entire puppet to float in the wind like debris.

The debris moved forward with the wind, and finally decayed into nothingness.

Chen Huan's soul sensed it, and it was a little unbelievable:

"What kind of power is this? Unpredictable, unstoppable, and directly deadly."

Chen Huan descended quickly, his eyes fixed on the nothingness above his head.

His soul spread to the extreme, connecting with the world.

Chen Huan sniffed, and he smelled an inexplicable smell.

"Burnt and rotten."

Then the soul felt an inexplicable sense of discontinuity, as if the sky was too high and the earth was too low.

"Is this why they want to escape from this world?"

"This world seems to be shorter."

"So the God Transformation is the end of this world, and it is impossible for anyone to break through the God Transformation."

Chen Huan returned to the Wind and Thunder Cliff, looking at the ground, thinking about the destructive heat underground, and the endless thunder of the Wind and Thunder Cliff in his ears.

"Is this world a cage?"

"There is no way to go up to heaven or down to earth, the limit is to reach the perfection of spiritual transformation"

"No wonder the various sects would make such a big fuss about the Tianquan Secret Realm."

The ground turned into sand, and a huge mad sand scorpion swallowed Chen Huan in one bite.

The black sword puppet appeared and rushed towards the Black Sand City, while the mad sand scorpion sank directly into the ground and sneaked underground.

When Chen Huan arrived at the Black Sand City, he found that the Black Sand City had disappeared.

The city was several times larger, and there were only two words"Dongliu" on the city gate.

The pedestrians were in a hurry, but there was order, without the previous chaos and noise. The divine consciousness spread out, and found that the planning of the entire city had completely changed.

It was actually divided into five rings by the city wall like the Ping'an Market.

And outside the city, a large number of small forts rose from the ground.

"Have you heard that Er Gouzi actually dug up a rock gold mine and directly ascended to the fourth ring?"

"The spiritual roots were detected and the cultivation method was exchanged."

"Oh, this is nothing, Wang Fugui is really powerful, a thousand illusion grass reported to the Black Flame City thousands of miles away, and the spiritual boat monks came to pick it up directly"

"Directly enter the Fourth Ring Road"

"The current corner is much better than before."

"As long as ordinary people hand over spiritual objects, they will have food and clothing for the rest of their lives."

"I don't know when I can get the Dongliu Contribution Points. I want to exchange my kid for a place in the Wutang School by entering the Fifth Ring."

"Mining and collecting herbs are too risky, so let's take on other tasks."

"I heard that the medicine garden has started recruiting people......"

After saying this, he prayed devoutly to a stone sculpture.

This stone sculpture was the puppet Chen Huan had casually drawn that day.

This was the conversation that Chen Huan heard from the mortals in the small towns outside Dongliu City. It seemed that they had all changed from the dead air of the past that was used to feed on human blood.

His eyes lit up.

"You can step on the heads of mortals, but you'd better not slaughter mortals at will within the range of Dongliu"

"If you want blood food, go directly to Dongliu Yahang to sell it. It is definitely cheaper than going to the village to kill it."

"A bag of Lingmi for a large group"

"I have enough contribution points. I want to exchange"Spring Water Secret""

"The casual cultivators wanted to be free, but they were worried about insufficient resources. Dong Liu was very considerate. He didn't ask about their background or names. As long as they completed the task, they would be rewarded."

"I heard that joining Dongliu has very good benefits, and I am tempted."

"Let's wait, after all, it's only been ten years."

"But they have a great monk who is a god"

"No one dares to move in this area."

"Bullshit, the monks from the Demon Mansion came here not long ago, and I heard that they almost fought. If the monks from the Feiyu Pavilion hadn't happened to be there, Dongliu would have been hard to hold on."

This is the conversation that Chen Huan heard in the city.

He frowned slightly:

""The Demon Mansion Sect?"

The Feiyu Pavilion cultivators would not be so lucky, it must be Xu San's intention.

Three sects, four pavilions and six sects, any one of them can come and say that Dongliu will be destroyed, nothing can be said.

But once both parties are present at the same time, the nature of the situation changes.

You, the Demon Mansion Sect, mobilized the strength of the scattered cultivators in the corner area. Are you trying to secretly incorporate the corner area into the southern border and plot against the inner area?

You, the three sects and four pavilions, mobilized the scattered cultivators. Are you plotting against the southern border?

Dongliu survived in this gap.

Chen Huan walked and investigated, and learned that it was not only Dongliu City that had this system.

Instead, all the cities under the jurisdiction of Dongliu were divided into classes in this way.

"It seems that Xu San has done a lot in the past ten years, and the entire Corner seems to have rested and regenerated."

Chen Huan smiled.

What humans fear most is not disasters, but hopelessness.

Just like the earliest recommendation system in ancient China, people at that time had no hope. They were born as civilians, and they were farmers all their lives. If they were slaves, they were slaves all their lives. Those who were recommended were nobles, and had nothing to do with ordinary people.

But when the imperial examination system appeared, the people began to have vitality.

Because they saw a road that went straight to the sky, even if this road was extremely slim.

What Xu San did was to set up a relatively fair ladder of hope in this Corner.

Countless successful cases let those grassroots believe and fight for their lives.

And Dongliu Xu San only took Zhang Shun and the three major camps he gathered to maintain order.

With legislative power and military power in hand, there will be endless wealth.

Chen Huan's figure was ethereal, and he went directly into the inner ring of the center of Dongliu City. The divine consciousness spread out and directly covered the inner ring, but did not find Xu San.

Somewhat unexpectedly, the figure flashed and appeared directly in a courtyard, and asked:

"Where is Xu San?"

Zhang Shun held a broken arm and felt it carefully. He had already understood the Dao of Wind. He believed that he would truly comprehend the Dao of Wind soon.

The sudden voice shocked him and he turned around to take action.

But as soon as he took action, a huge pressure from his soul came, and the Dao of Death rushed into his eyes like ink.

In an instant, the colorful world turned into a black and white silhouette.

He swallowed his saliva, and the voice in his memory emerged, and he knelt on one knee:

"Meet the Lord of Dongliu."

Then he continued:

"The Third Master is in the backyard. I will call him over here.

Chen Huan nodded.

Zhang Shun quickly got up and went to the backyard. He blinked and the world returned to color.

"What kind of Dao rhyme is this? I wasted the past few months trying to comprehend it. The Dao rhyme of wind was frightened away by this black Dao rhyme."

I couldn't help but secretly say that I was unlucky.

After a while, Xu Sanzhen came out from the backyard.

"Interesting, even my consciousness can't find it, it seems that you have used the mask in a new way."

Chen Huan joked when he saw Xu San.

Xu San bowed slightly to Chen Huan and said:

"Your subordinate Xu San greets His Majesty."

"Sit down."

Chen Huan gestured with his hand.

Xu San was not polite and sat directly in Zhang Shun's seat, but Zhang Shun had long disappeared.

Xu San was always so sensible.

Without saying much, he gently placed his palm on the table.

Dozens of storage rings appeared in rows.