The night was deep, and the flowing stars intertwined into a net, covering the entire world. , Under the Tiger Roaring City, countless torches as thick as an arm were lined up in a row, and with the blessing of the cultivator's immortal magic, the light blended into one, shining like daylight.
After a whole day of fighting, the nearby water was drained away, and simple dams were built using bricks and rocks dismantled from the ruins of Huxiao City.
The area of the isolated islands continued to expand, and they were gradually connected to Together, it's like the land on the seabed is rising up piece by piece.
The huge open space, with the big porridge pot as the core, was divided into independent areas by the banners of the major sects.
A large number of trenches, pits, and earth walls were dug out, and stone locks were placed on the tamped ground. , stone hammers and other instruments for breaking bones and muscles, as well as weapons such as swords, guns, swords and halberds.
There are also airtight tents in which are placed the secret testing magic weapons of various major sects, which are specially used to test the bones and spirituality.
"Drink!
Drink!"
Countless victims, as skinny as wild dogs, had not yet woken up from the horror of the raging floods.
They crawled and rolled around in pits and earth walls, and used stone locks and stone hammers to crush themselves.
Mouthful of blood, they refused to give up.
The victims, who had learned some basic kung fu with swords, guns and sticks, even risked their lives, dancing with big guns or steel knives so vigorously that water could not get in!
These are the major sects that opened their gates under Huxiao City to recruit troops.
These days, although three-legged toads are hard to find and two-legged people are everywhere, the vast majority of the people have no clothes to cover their bodies, no food to eat, no more than three ounces of flesh on their arms, and they become crooked and limp when the wind blows.
If it goes on, it will only be a waste of food, which will be of no use to the cultivating sect.
When a natural disaster strikes, everyone is treated equally.
Not only ordinary people have to flee, but also rich families who are originally from a better family and have the ability to drink, eat meat, keep fit, and practice martial arts also have to flee.
After escaping all the way, after many hardships, I still have the strength to complete these tests arranged by the cultivation sect.
I have no qualifications and skills.
Even if I can't be an inner disciple, I can be an outer disciple or a servant or tenant of a vassal family of the cultivation sect. , are more than enough.
What's even better is that these people are different from the locals recruited by the cultivating sects within their respective spheres of influence.
In order to survive, they are even willing to sign a deed of betrayal.
As the saying goes, "During the period of cultivation, if you run away and die, you must live in peace with your destiny.
Even if you succeed in cultivation, you must serve the master and the sect for life.
If you have any different intentions, heaven will strike with five thunders, and everyone will be punished"!
These people who are strong, have left their hometowns, and signed a contract to sell themselves, are the best source of cannon fodder for the cultivating sect.
For example, during a fight between two immortal masters, a thunderbolt struck from the palm of their hand and killed dozens of disciples from the opposite sect at once.
Basically, these people died.
Or they may want to explore extremely dangerous ruins, mysterious monster caves, or they may have to fight enemies such as the White Lotus Sect, Hun Tian Army, and Youyun Ghost Riders.
Of course, these people will be sent out first.
These details were all told to Li Yao by Dan Fengzi.
This made Li Yao even more disgusted and couldn't stand it for even a second.
In Huxiao City, another more fierce dispute is breaking out, including Taixuan Tao, Ziji Sword Sect and other six major sects, as well as many Central Plains sects who have come together to provide disaster relief.
They are participating in it, that is, over the legacy of Huxiao Hall.
How should the large amount of resources, including magic weapons, crystal stones and low-level disciples of Hu Xiaotang, be allocated.
Only then did Li Yao know that the low-level disciples of Hu Xiaotang, even if they might have participated in the actions of the Black Evil Sect, were not destined to die.
Instead, they were sent to various places with the attitude of "God has the virtue of good life".
They were sent to "strictly control" them and give them a chance to "reinvent themselves and start a new life."
Seeing those high-level monks with feather-fan turbans and immortal-style Dao bones, one by one, like hungry hyenas, they pounced on the huge corrosion of the Tiger Roaring Hall, tearing off pieces of bloody and smelly meat without mercy, Li Yaozhen is completely disappointed with these "well-known and upright people" in the ancient world!
He finally understood that these "well-known and decent sects" were really just what the leader of Huxiao Hall and the leader of Heisha said.
They came here to reap benefits under the guise of disaster relief.
Thinking about it, if most ancient cultivators did not have this kind of virtue, how could a super civil war break out that swept through three thousand worlds, destroying the entire ancient cultivation civilization?
Even just from the experience of senior "Chaos" Bayanzhi, we can see through the true face of most ancient cultivators!
Li Yao no longer wanted to stay in such a decadent world of ancient cultivation.
He couldn't wait to return to the modern world of civilization.
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In fact, even dealing with the ruthless True Human Empire or the emotionless and mechanical Covenant Alliance seems to be better than hanging out with these sanctimonious guys and listening to their talk of "doing justice for heaven and slaying demons."
"Bullshit!"
Li Yao decided.
Once the matter with the White Lotus Sect is settled, I will find an excuse to travel for a while, go to the No. 2 satellite of the Ancient Saint World, and build the star torch!
He was walking around alone in the dark night, getting further and further away from Tiger Roaring City.
Behind is the brightly lit and noisy city, and in front is the stinking, rotten fields ravaged by floods.
But he couldn't even tell which one was ghost and which one was human!
Suddenly, Li Yao smelled a slightly pungent aroma.
It was some kind of rich and mellow medicinal wine, mixed with seven or eight kinds of meaty aromas, and it had a soul-stirring smell.
I could faintly hear laughter coming from far in front of me.
Li Yao's curiosity aroused, he raised his nose and walked in the direction of the scent, one foot deep and one foot shallow.
After walking for a long time, I saw a small shabby sampan leaning against a small mire under a crooked tree that had been struck to death by lightning.
A large pot was set up next to it, and something was cooking "Gurgling".
The aroma made the lid of the pot "pop", and it almost condensed into milk-like milky white smoke and overflowed.
There is also wine.
There are dozens of jars of old wine lined up.
The wine jars are shiny and good things that faintly emit a dark golden light.
There is also a stamp on the mud seal, which looks like a majestic tiger.
It is a fine wine collected by Hu Xiaotang!
On the small sampan, there were two people sitting at one end and one at the end.
They were Master Kuchan, a wonderful monk who was handsome and elegant, with a jade tree in the wind, and was not taboo on meat and vegetables, and Ba, a beggar who was in rags, slovenly, and extremely dirty.
Xiaoyu!
Master Kuchan and Ba Xiaoyu seemed to be old friends who had known each other for many years.
They crossed arms and acted wildly without any rules.
Ba Xiaoyu casually picked up a jar of old wine with his spiritual energy, broke the mud seal, poured the yellow and honey-like wine into two large ladles, clapped his hands and said with a smile: "Those bastards in Hu Xiaotang are killing people."
Arson and other evil deeds are worse than those of a mangy dog!
'Bear Heart, Leopard and Tiger Bone Liquor', it's the best wine in the world!
When the beggar saw the father and son named Duan drinking for the first time, he was so greedy that worms crawled out of his throat, and he wanted to jump down. , punch one by one, knock it over, and drink up all the old wine!"
"I have been working hard for a year, and finally today, in the words of the monk, it is really Amitabha, wonderful!
Hey, monk, there are thirty jars of wine here.
You drink one jar, and the beggar drinks the rest.
If you don't have enough, eat more.
Some meat!”
After that, Ba Xiaoyu held up the water gourd with both hands, opened his mouth wide and threw away the monsters in the blood demon world.
Li Yao had never seen anyone open his mouth so wide and "gud", a big water gourd was like a bear's heart.
There is no more cowardly tiger bone wine left!
"Gah!"
Ba Xiaoyu let out an earth-shattering wine burp and laughed loudly, "I can't finish the wine in the cup, and I can't cut off all the heads of the evil people.
So happy, so happy!"
He was not in a hurry to pour the second gourd of wine, but spread his fingers and drank two more bottles of wine with his spiritual power.
With a shake of his arm, the two bottles of wine were thrown high into the air and smashed into pieces with a "bang"!
"Leiyin Sect!
Qingxia City!
Wuxiang Sect... and all those who were killed by the Black Evil Cult, all cultivators and ordinary people, you can finally rest in peace today!"
The wine is like rain, falling one after another, like broken stars, falling on the dark earth.
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Master Kuchan sighed, and holding the fist-sized rosary, it floated into the air.
Amidst a series of quiet and steady sutras, it slowly rotated and emitted an extremely soft light.
"What kind of dishonest thing is there, hiding and eavesdropping, trying to steal the beggar's wine?"
Ba Xiaoyu suddenly widened her eyes, spat, and cursed in Li Yao's direction.
Li Yao frowned secretly.
He did not hide, but walked over openly.
Although it was dark here, under the stars, with Ba Xiaoyu's cultivation, it was impossible not to recognize him.
Now that you know who he is, why do you have such an attitude?
Li Yao felt that the beggar Ba Xiaoyu had a strong hostility towards him.
Monk Zhang Er was really confused by this.
Li Yao was sure that the beggar Ba Xiaoyu and Master Lingjiu were strangers and had no grudges.
"Old man, please be patient."
Master Kuchan stopped reciting, opened his eyes slightly, smiled at Li Yao and greeted him, then turned to Ba Xiaoyu and said, "I see that Lingjiu Donor's brows are condensed and his eyes are sharp and not hurt, although there is a faint murderous aura lingering around him.
There is not much ferocity in Yintang, it does not look like a maniac, cruel and murderous person who is inhumane!"
"There are rumors in the cultivation world that he once slaughtered several tribes without leaving a trace, and his reputation spread throughout Wunan.
The monk knows that you hate evil, Lao Ba, so naturally you don't want to be associated with such a person."
"But in the monk's opinion, the current Lingjiu donor is not such a person."
"Either, there is something hidden in this matter, the rumors are wrong, and the rumors are spreading.
After all, it happened nearly a hundred years ago; or, after receiving the inheritance from the Great Zhou Swordsmith Yan Zhu, the Spiritual Vulture Donor really realized it and it hurts.
Change your past, become a new person, and become a new person!”