Su Bian Cultivation World

Shen Yuan was one of the first group of people to leave the White Tiger Realm.

On the night when Han Qianling was just crowned as the leader, after he heard the news that Luo Jiujiang had woken up, he went back to Jiaotu Realm by night, and didn't even stay for a night.

He has always been taciturn, with a straightforward personality, and was raised by Jiaotu, who is not good at words.The unpredictable human heart is a very distant thing to him.

The intrigues that happened in the White Tiger Realm have to some extent rewashed his three views, making him not want to stay in this place for a day.

It is precisely because of this that he has returned to the depths of the No. 90 Nine Layers Palace at the moment when Taotie's army is suppressing the border, which also makes Jiaotu lose one of the biggest worries in the future.

At this moment, Jiao Tu was kneeling and sitting in the middle of the main hall with no distractions. In front of him was a 30-story strange instrument that looked like a sand table. Various formation parts and jade slips were piled up in the entire hall.

On both sides of him are several bookshelves whose height almost touches the ceiling of the hall, and the shelves are filled with various small models and arrays.Some things were thrown casually on the ground, and some things had been dyed the white jade floor tiles because they were left on the ground for too long.

But that's it, no one can move them.

It's not because no one dares to touch Jiaotu's things, but because no one can enter this main hall belonging to Jiaotu.

About every ten years or so, Shen Yuan may be allowed to enter once to help clean up the large amount of waste that Jiaotu failed in an experiment.

For the rest of the time, Jiaotu stayed there silently, and if there wasn't much rubbish produced, he could clean it up by himself.

Because of this, he spent half an hour manually assembling a special instrument that can clean up experimental waste.

Because there are too many things and they are thrown all over the floor, if ordinary people enter this palace, they will fall every five steps, stumble every time they walk, and it is almost difficult to find a place to step down.

But for Jiaotu, although the room is quite messy, he knows exactly where the things he needs are placed.

Like at this moment, he hooked his hand firmly towards a dark corner of the hall, and an unattractive, rough wooden chess piece shaped like a thorn flew towards him and landed in his palm.

Jiaotu rested his chin on the board in front of him with one hand, and carefully placed the wooden chess piece on a certain position marked with a ravine.

In an instant, the projection of the water mirror behind him suddenly opened up, and it accurately showed a row of black barbed caltrops growing out of a certain place in the outer city.

This row of black thorns is indestructible, grows against the wind, and has become a towering force in the blink of an eye. A string of hostile monks have died on it, which can be recorded as an unexpected death since Taotie attacked Jiaotu. Law.

At the same time, as if echoing, the wooden chess pieces on the sand table also leaked the color of blood accordingly.

He has so many kinds of tricks in his hands, and his skills and means are so superb.Logically speaking, as long as he doesn't take a step out of the trap city he personally set up for the rest of his life, maybe the Heavenly King and Lao Tzu can't do anything to him.

If Jiaotu had the heart to transform his palace into a mustard that could move at will, then the whole world would probably be able to walk sideways.

But Jiaotu never intended to do so.

There were so many people outside, and it was so chaotic, what was he doing going out?

Is it because the mechanism is not fun enough, or there are not enough types of formations?

After urging the barbed caltrops to kill a group of people, Jiaotu recruited scattered wooden chess pieces from various strange places, and adjusted them several times against the sand table.

After a while, Jiaotu inspected the pattern on the board and felt that it was finally okay, so he sent a message to Shen Yuan who was not far away: [Come and try].

The way he communicates with Shen Yuan is actually the same as what Luo Jiujiang saw in the underground palace, using things to spell out the shape of words.

Using this method, not only can avoid the danger of talking and communicating, but also the communication is unilateral.It fits Jiaotu's character very well.

Shen Yuan was not surprised by this - in fact, it would be surprising if he could receive Jiaotu's voice transmission.After all, Jiaotu would only speak five words to him every ten years on average, which was a special privilege that was unique to him when he was a child.

At this time, Shen Yuan was only five rooms away from Jiaotu, and the decoration in the palace was roughly the same as that of Jiaotu's main hall, except that many messy instruments were missing.

There are not dozens of bookshelves that are tall enough to be intimidating in this room, but there are 33-layer array disks with a slightly smaller model, and a projection water mirror is placed in front of it. rustic wooden chess pieces.

Not far from him, there is a certain existence that Jiaotu will never have around him.

A huge square water tank was placed three steps away from Shen Yuan, and in the water tank, Fang Zhao soaked in it with a very peaceful expression.

The past of living in the swamp in the Netherworld had already had some influence on Fang Zhao.For example: He seems to think he is some kind of fish lately.

This idea is of course very unbelievable.

But as a dragon born in the sea, land and air, Shen Yuan adapts very well to the "I should be a fish" thing.

Regarding Fang Zhao's myth, Shen Yuan didn't say anything, and picked a portable water tank from Jiaotu's various inventions in his early years for him to soak.

Not only that, Shen Yuan also explained to him in sign language very considerately: there is a lever on the edge of the water tank, corresponding to three positions in total, and Fang Zhao can use this small lever to adjust the salinity of the water in the tank.

So is Fang Zhao a deep-water fish, a freshwater fish, or a saltwater fish?

Fang Zhao: "..." He hasn't made up his mind yet.

Having said that, while Shen Yuan was still observing the situation and thinking about which chess piece he should put down, Jiaotu outside the five rooms had already put down another chess piece.

Shui Jing faithfully projected the true appearance of the battlefield to Fang Zhao and Shen Yuan: the monks who had been repeatedly hit by thunder on the ground separated into a team, intending to fly at low altitude with the sword, and on the basis of not touching the forbidden air formation in the outer city After breaking through the city, it was suddenly torn down by an inexplicable force in the air.

They were twisted and dragged off the flying sword one by one, and fell into a funnel-shaped deep pit with a huge mouth that opened at unknown times.Immediately, the deep pit revealed a mouth full of sharp teeth, turning away a line of bloody mist like a spiral.

Fang Zhao couldn't help but frown and turned to Shen Yuan's direction.

He signed with Shen Yuan and asked: 【Does it look familiar? 】

Shen Yuan thought for a while, and firmly picked up a small machine from the table behind him to show Fang Zhao.

It is also funnel-shaped, and it also has sawtooth inside.The function of this machine is very simple, and it is a small mechanism used to squeeze seaweed juice for Fang Zhao every day.

Shen Yuan explained to Fang Zhao seriously: [One principle. 】

Fang Zhao: [Oh. 】

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Outside of the 99 palaces in the Jiaotu world, Taotie never showed up.

So far, they have only broken through the six outer cities, but the troops they brought with them have been lost by more than half.

This kind of situation would be called a disastrous defeat no matter where it is placed, but Taotie closed his eyes calmly all the time.

It seems that he doesn't care about the specific results of this siege, nor does he care about the life and death of the monks he brought out.

When Hua Yanwang didn't speak or eat people, but just sat there quietly with his eyes closed, that Wenxiu skin that belonged to a middle-aged man could actually bluff people. The Lord has nothing to do with it.

But thinking about it, Feng Xue who occupies Hua Biyue's body is cold and beautiful, and Hua Biliu, who was between a boy and a boy back then, is also Yuxue's cute.To be able to give birth to this kind of child, Hua Yanwang will not look too ugly.

Beside him, followed by a group of teenagers and girls, all of whom were only fourteen or fifteen years old, each of them had fair complexion, handsome temperament, seven or eight points of similarity to each other, and their clothes were very luxurious.

It's just that for some reason, they clearly stood beside their own father, but they all looked embarrassed.

Hua Yanwang suddenly opened his eyes.

He only made a simple movement, and the oldest one among the group of boys and girls couldn't help taking a step outside, and was immediately fixed on the spot by Hua Yanwang's eyes.

Hua Yan looked at him, and casually waved at him: "Come here."

A chill ran down the boy's spine.He tried his best to kick his feet and dawdled to Hua Yanwang's side, but there was already a smile on his face that was uglier than crying.

"...Daddy."

He knew what was waiting for him.

Hua Yanwang seemed to completely ignore the boy's expression, and he said to his own son with a pleasant face: "The trash inside lost again."

The young man's voice was almost pleading before dying, and his voice was already tremblingly crying: "Daddy!"

These kids are indeed a bit of waste.Taotie smiled and thought in his heart.

But if it wasn't like this, he wouldn't have chosen them to accompany him on this trip.

Hua Yanwang raised his hand, and gently stroked the boy's forehead, as if he was stroking a dog.

"You're the eldest of the siblings, so you should go in and check on Daddy, shouldn't you?"

"No, no, I don't want to die, I don't want to die... Daddy, please..." The young man's face was already full of tears, and his originally handsome face was distorted and sticky.

Taotie patted him on the head and encouraged him: "You are the boss, you have reached your age."

Yes, he's old, so he knows what happens to his "old" brothers and sisters.

For some unknown reason, the boy trembled and looked back. The brothers and sisters behind him were stiffly facing his direction, their eyes full of the same fear.

The father specially selected these children to bring them out, and it really was necessary.

"Okay, listen to me, do as I arranged...you rush in, sacrifice, self-destruct, and blow up the city. You once had an older brother who was very good at this..."

Hua Yanwang was only halfway through speaking when he was interrupted by the boy shaking his teeth.

The boy cried and asked him, "Daddy, what's my name?"

Taotie smiled and said to him, "You are my eldest son."

"..."

In the Three Thousand Worlds, there are several truths related to different species, and no one has ever known the answer.

How many organ formations has been researched by Jiaotu, how many musical instruments have been mastered by prison cattle, where is the mystery of Xuanwu embodied, and...

How many children does Taotie have?

About this issue, even Taotie himself didn't know.

He feeds his children like pigs for slaughter.When he reaches his age, he will use them as his rations, or pawns that he is willing to put on his tenacity and die for him at any time.

He didn't even count the number of his children, so how could he deliberately remember whose name?

He has only two children, one is called the eldest son and the other is called the eldest daughter.

One dies, and the next one makes up for it.

The boy couldn't disobey his father, he paused a moment before he was about to walk towards the city, and cried tremblingly: "I hate you."

Taotie just laughed and said, "You shouldn't hate me, you should hate your eldest sister, if she is still by my side, you don't have to go and do things for Daddy now."

Having said that, he turned his head to look at the children beside him, and added, "It's the same with you."

Eyes with different meanings flashed across the eyes of the silent children.

It's hard to hate someone who stands against someone in authority, but it's obviously a lot easier to hate someone who isn't that far behind.