In order not to be devoured by the gods, I had to transform

In the conference room, Liu Kangping put forward Bai Wu's idea.

Not surprisingly, Qinglong Mansion basically unconditionally supports this idea.

Anyway, it's already like this, and it's all going downwards, so we might as well let Bai Wu give it a try.

As for the monastic academy, I am a little worried.

The white fog was strong, they knew.

But the human body and spiritual practice are two different paths and cannot be equated.

In the end, it was Ai Qianjin who made the final decision.

"It's okay, let Comrade Bai Wu give it a try."

He himself is a person with a rather radical personality, so we will have to experiment to know whether it is useful or not.

"Cough cough."

Liu Kangping coughed twice and said:

"Okay, let's leave it at that for now. There is a more serious problem right now."

He turned on the projector, found a document and opened it. A video was projected:

A giant squid-like god that is more than 20 meters tall is fighting fiercely with an armed force in a city.

It's said to be intense, but in fact it was a one-sided crushing.

The firepower of those armed forces could not break through the gelatinous defense layer on the surface of this god.

It didn't take long before all the armed men were swatted to death, like swatting flies.

After the battle stopped, the camera turned to the city behind the god. Humans with dark skin knelt on the ground, with fanaticism on their faces, and worshiped the god.

The camera zooms out.

The whole city, everyone without exception!

Looking from a high altitude, it looks densely packed like watermelon seeds (fog).

The armed force just now only attacked from the outside.

The gods stand in the very center of the city, as if guarding it.

After the video was played, Liu Kangping spoke solemnly:

“This is a video recording from a small country in Plantation Island, just two days ago.

The current situation is that, except for countries like us with abundant military power, many small countries cannot withstand the impact of the gods, and a large number of human beings have become puppets who contribute their faith.

The town in the video is just one of them.”

"We can't even take care of ourselves, so we don't need to support these countries, do we?"

An elder spoke up, his face full of reluctance.

The momentary peace that Xia Country has now is all won by the human beings fighting for their lives. If he were asked to save people from other countries, especially non-humans in the plantation area, he would be absolutely unwilling to do so.

Looking at the other participants, most of them were not very happy.

“That’s one of the things that’s so serious about this.”

Liu Kangping rubbed his eyebrows

“If we don’t care, many of these places will become petri dishes for gods. Later on, if these gods are not satisfied with the local humans, they will definitely move to other places.

As for them who have absorbed countless people's faith, you can also see their strength from the video just now."

Everyone in the conference room took a breath and let it out.

They don’t know how to answer this question.

"Now many countries in those regions are seeking help from some big countries, including our Xia country. I believe that soon, there will be some action internationally. Let's just hold off for now."

Liu Kangping sighed.

Naturally, he was unwilling to do so.

Even if this was a short-sighted idea, he was unwilling to let the human body he had personally brought up go there and die in order to protect others.

But how can one be sure of international affairs? The government has to maintain its own international image.

"Damn the gods! I think we should just bomb Plantation Island into a no-man's land with missiles, and let those gods find the dead to absorb their faith."

A leader of a monastic academy had a stern look on his face.

He came from the military and worked with Ai Qianjin, so his ideas were definitely more radical.

"I hope there won't be any big terrors there."

"Okay, let's adjourn the meeting. Let's wait and see how the international community reacts to this matter."

......

"...You will go to the Monastic Academy tomorrow afternoon. I have already made arrangements with the leaders there. However, if the teaching is ineffective, then don't try to be stubborn. After all, everyone has their own strengths.

By the way, you can pay attention to international events recently, so as to avoid being caught unaware by the gods’ attack...”

"Okay, I see."

After hanging up the phone, Bai Wu was a little surprised at the current situation.

But think about it, a first-level god is okay, but a second-level god is undoubtedly an irresistible enemy for some backward places, such as the Odbiao area.

What can we use to resist? A banana cart?

Even if you mash the banana into juice, it won’t break the defense.

I don't know if these gods who have absorbed faith can withstand the palm thunder that he now has a hundred years of magic power.

[Ding, event mission...]

"Stop, there's no need to issue a task for this matter."

Perhaps the system sensed his intention to kill the gods, and just as it was about to release an event task, it was stopped by the white fog.

Let go of the desire to help the monkey and respect his fate.

Bai Wu's thoughts were determined when he saw the terrible blood pollution in the plantation in his previous life.

The blood of China must never be tarnished.

Let them fend for themselves.

When he gets the chance, he will dig a big hole in the land, plant a big watermelon seed and cover it with soil.

Plant all the watermelon seeds on the land of Xia State in the ground.

Throwing away his phone and thoughts, Bai Wu began to practice Taoism.

Although his vitality was growing day and night, he never gave up practicing Taoism.

He had almost mastered that commonly used Taoist method through thick and thin.

He is even more proficient in using magic power to refract light to achieve invisibility.

"Drip drip!"

A message popped up in the class group chat on my phone.

"Disciples of Jianshan Peak, are there any of you going to the track and field to practice swordplay tomorrow morning? I feel embarrassed to be alone."

"Let's go together. I feel like I can almost sense the spiritual energy."

"I also need to go!"

"How about 6 a.m.?"

"Okay, Senior Sister Ma Rui will lead us in sword practice!"

......

Early the next morning, all the boys and girls in the food processing class except Bai Wu gathered together. They had never been so active in morning reading.

Each of them was wearing sportswear and holding a bamboo sword in their hands, walking towards the track and field.

At six o'clock in the morning, there was almost no one on the track and field. Occasionally, a few students could be seen walking to the cafeteria or the commercial street to buy breakfast.

With the expectation of spiritual energy, a group of people began to practice sword.

A young man was walking towards us, rubbing his waist and yawning, muttering to himself strangely:

"You're right, too. Aren't ascetics supposed to cut off human desires? Who the hell can stay up all night to watch a fighting drama where clothes can't be loaded? And the heroine in the drama is a hextech heroine who can sit on me to death. What kind of taste is that?"

“Nonsense, when did cultivators have to give up their human desires? Isn’t cultivation just human desires?

As for last night, I was just curious and watched it over and over again, trying to understand the avenue of life."

Liu Yongshou was too lazy to argue with the monk in his mind. He now had to go to the cafeteria to have a bowl of wolfberry porridge to replenish his energy.

Other cultivators are all thinking about how to obtain a physical body as soon as possible and start practicing.

This guy is so good. He takes advantage of his body to stay up late at night to play games, watch movies and learn some new ways of playing while he is sleeping.

The King of Hell has seen him dancing at the door many times.