Yaozun

The wind howled, and the blood rained all over the sky.

A middle-aged monk in gorgeous clothes braved the heavy rain and wandered in this ancient battlefield.

He was like a mouse entering a rice bowl, concentrating on searching for everything available on the battlefield.

As a monk who entered Dengxianmen this time, he doesn't care about the battlefield, he doesn't care about life and death, and he doesn't bother to care about the enemy. What he values ​​in his eyes, apart from the pure and pure aura in the world, are the treasures of the dead monks. up.

At first, he didn't even want to throw away the flesh and blood that contained immortal energy. You must know that after thousands of years, the corpse of an immortal is a rare treasure, whether it is used for refining weapons or alchemy. Materials, even sold to monks who refine corpses, can make a lot of money.

But there are too many good things on the battlefield. After repeatedly throwing such slightly bad materials from the storage bag, he has learned to keep only the best things in his bag, and the other things that are somewhat incomplete , has been despised.

After taking out a pair of Xuanyuan Kanli Kuishui swords from the corpse of a soldier, the monk showed joyful eyes.

At this time, he flashed out of the corner of his eye, and saw a corner of his clothes who had just hid not far away.

He smiled: "This little friend is also a fellow Taoist on the road to immortality, so there is no need to avoid it. Since we all come to the same place, why not go together?"

Seeing that his deeds were exposed, the cultivator behind the high ground did not hesitate, his figure turned into five, and rushed towards five different directions like lightning.

"Small tricks!" The middle-aged monk squeezed his beard contemptuously, retracted his right hand one by one, and a small handkerchief swelled when it saw the light. In one breath, it had turned into a huge net, covering the five figures together.

"Huh, is she still a little girl?" The middle-aged monk couldn't help but smile, and saw a ten-year-old girl in the net, with a long stick-shaped bundle on her back, looking at him in horror, "I don't bully the small with the big. If you hand over the treasure you received, I will spare your life. How about it?"

Zhong Xiaobing nodded violently, pulled the ring from his hand, and held it up with trembling hands.

The middle-aged monk was very satisfied with the little girl's knowledge, cast a magic spell, took the ring, played with it, and couldn't help frowning: "What kind of mess is this?"

There are not many weapons and pills in the battlefield. They are all materials such as scales, leaves, ores, and even hair and other debris. For a monk like him in the stage of transformation, they are all rubbish .

For a moment, he couldn't help but get angry: "It's really unbearable to enter the treasure mountain without knowing how to pick it up!"

Seeing that the little girl was even more panicked, he said coldly, "Give me the one on your back."

With reluctance and aggrieved expression on Zhong Xiaobing's face, he untied the burden from his back, and stretched out his hand to hand it over.

The monk cast another magic spell and called the burden into his hands. The fabric on it was opened naturally under his divine sense, but it was a snow-white scroll with jade as the axis. Taste.

The monk stretched out his hand to caress the scroll, and praised: "This thing is somewhat..."

His voice stopped abruptly, because the moment his palm touched the scroll, it turned into a picture, as if painted on the scroll... Before he even had time to utter a complete syllable, he was already sucked in. On the scroll, there is no detail, only a silhouette, only the mouth that opened to call for help can prove his panic.

Without manipulation, Zhong Xiaobing tore off the net on her head, stretched out her hand, and the scroll returned to her hand. The girl wrapped the scroll again, and said softly: "Trash, I don't have much skills, who would come here to climb the immortal platform?" .”

Carrying the scroll on his back, Zhong Xiaobing smiled vigorously, picked up the ring that fell on the ground, but heard a familiar voice: "Xiaobing."

The girl raised her head in surprise: "Brother Su?"

Not far away, a boy was jumping lightly from the flying sword, and the girl rushed forward enthusiastically, wanting to give him a big hug.

Gu Xingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and stood in front of Su Yao.

Zhong Xiaobing raised his head, with a slight dissatisfaction in his eyes: "Are you okay?"

Gu Xing calmly said: "Just now, we all saw it."

I was about to save someone, but in the end, I saved a lonely person.

Chong Xiaobing pursed his lips: "That was the other party's first move. He is two big realms older than me, but he bullies a child like me. Tell yourself, should he be killed?"

"It should be killed."

"I should kill you and get out of the way!" Chong Xiaobing opened him and jumped in front of Su Yao. "Brother Su, I miss you so much. It's very dangerous here. Are you okay?"

Su Yao shook her head: "it's nothing serious, just a little worried about you. I didn't expect to meet you just by flying."

"Ah, then we are really destined." Zhong Xiaobing laughed, "It's been a few days, and I don't know how to get up to this fairy platform. The sky is really hot, and we watched a lot of fun."

"Yeah, it's very lively." Su Yao sighed with some regret, and then asked, "Are there many monks climbing to Xiantai in this area?"

"There are quite a lot, so it's a bit dangerous." Zhong Xiaobing curled her lips, "But the danger is not so great now. There are immortal soldiers here who have been catching us monks. I have been hiding for a long time, and now there are not many."

"Immortal soldiers?" The people Su Yao met these days were all polite to him, but she really didn't know that the immortal soldiers would catch these monks who didn't become immortals.

"Yes, that's the kind." Zhong Xiaobing stretched out his hand, and saw a cloud floating in the distant sky, with pieces of precious light on the cloud, and he could tell it was extraordinary at a glance, "But the ones that come to catch on weekdays are all as small as fingernails. A piece of cloud, this cloud is a bit big, almost comparable to a basin of water, I don't know who is arresting people, but so many are sent here."

While agreeing with Zhong Xiaobing, Su Yao wondered: "Then Yun, why does it seem to be coming for us?"

Gu Xingchen frowned slightly, and found that the direction of the cloud seemed to be very clear. When I saw it just now, it was only the size of a water basin. After a while, it was already overwhelming.

Su Yao said on the side: "Be more confident and remove the seeming."

When he said that he could speak, the heavenly soldiers had already turned into a stream of light, surrounding them like a ring.

Faced with this posture, there is no doubt that they were caught.

Su Yao even had an illusion that God seemed worried about him being alone, so she wanted something to surround him.

A group of people were captured by the immortal soldiers and brought to a large camp in the clouds. Zhong Xiaobing and Gu Xingchen were interrogated severely, but Su Yao was ignored for some reason. A small leader here After looking at the cyan dragon scale magic weapon on his chest, he first wiped away the tears that shed for no reason, and then asked him warmly, even the interrogation was a formality.

But there was no more preferential treatment, and after that, he was locked up in a slightly smaller camp.

Became a miscellaneous soldier in logistics delivery—or a coolie.

The materials in the fairy world, elixir, and maintenance of fairy artifacts, many of them are hard work besides technical work. For example, one of them is called "Tianhe True Water", which weighs [-] catties in one drop. This weight even makes Su Yao confused why there is no Nuclear fusion is produced because of its own gravity and density, but after thinking about it, the laws of the earth cannot be placed here, so it throws away this idea again.

And the detainees here are all those monks who came to Xiantai. They have been pampered since they were young. They usually have no other specialties except practice and robbery. It is the first time in their lives that they have experienced the taste of coolies. Few people gave birth to inner demons, wailing that they might not be able to leave this realm of immortality alive.

For example, Zhong Xiaobing, a young monk in the Jindan stage, is arranged to repair the runes for the fairy artifacts every day because she has a specialty in painting-but the runes of the fairy artifacts are so complicated that it is almost equivalent to asking an art major to repair the runes. Students, go to draw a nanoscale CPU core structure diagram, within two days of drawing, the little girl lost the desire to live and wanted to draw herself on the scroll.

Of course, Su Yao wants to persuade her to come down. While helping the little girl understand the secret, he also pays attention to her mental health, and Gu Xingchen needs to make her feel more at ease. Not only has he done his part, He also helped Su Yao share a problem of hard work. He never complained about suffering or tiredness. Under this huge pressure, he could still improve his cultivation rapidly.

Su Yao met many monks in this prisoner camp. Under the extreme oppression, each of them had more or less mental problems in their hearts - it is called "inner demon" in the comprehension world.

They think that this is the test that becoming an immortal will go through. After many people can't finish it, they start to have self-doubt.

Su Yao didn't think it could go on like this. He carefully observed the contents of these jobs and the workers, and gradually came up with a plan in his mind - this manager is not good enough, so he is not as good as me.

……

"Are you arresting this sweetheart, do you want a hero to save the beauty?" Looking through the water mirror, Ji Wucha picked up a pot of wine and asked about his new cheap son.

She knew that an acquaintance had taken care of this child, but she couldn't remember clearly, but her son took advantage of her to make this happen.

She is very embarrassed at the moment, her long hair is loose, her armor is torn, and there is a purple scar on her chest, which runs from her right shoulder to her lower abdomen. A golden bird is suturing the wound, but the speed of the bird is extremely slow, almost It takes half an hour to sew a single filament.

After working on it for a long time, the sweetheart still doesn't know him, so this is the ghost's sweetheart.

"Of course not," Chen Zi rested his chin, "I want to go in and share the joys and sorrows with him, and by the way, convince those inside who don't listen to him."

The green dragon is dead, and part of the illusion is back in his hands. It's time to show the real skills.

"This is too complicated." Ji Wucha couldn't understand, "With your talent, appearance and aptitude, you still use such a detour?"

"Because he wants to subdue all these people for his future planning, of course I have to help him." Chen Zi snatched his mother's jug and poured a glass, "This is not important to him. Difficulties, he always has a convincing power."

"But what does it have to do with you?" Ji Wucha asked a little puzzled.

"If I help him, he will like me." Chen Zi put down his wine glass leisurely, and said to himself.

"Does that mean he likes you?" Ji Wucha sneered, "It's just because he likes your power and wealth."

"So what," Chen Zi said lightly, "Even if he likes wealth, he still likes me. Otherwise, why doesn't he like other people's power and wealth? Since he likes my wealth, it means he likes me."

Ji Wucha took a deep look at him, and for a moment, she didn't know whether to say that the child resembled her or not.