New White Snake Asking Immortals

In the valley, the clone is still killing monsters.

Bai Yujun found a chair and sat down to enjoy the fresh fruit. She stared at the old man with a bad expression. Now she just wants to know whether the King of Chu cooperated with the monster or was foolishly used. It seems that both possibilities are very big.

Eat a bunch of grapes and spit the skins, look at the old gentleman.

"Tell me, do you know whether there are monsters in the valley or are being used by monsters, don't lie, I can tell the truth from the lie through your heartbeat and blood flow."

The old gentleman seemed calm, but his heart beat faster, which caused his body temperature to rise briefly.

Bai Yujun was worried that he would die suddenly because he was too nervous.

"Little old man really doesn't know..."

"Very good, I won't kill you, but you also know how serious the consequences of digging the dragon's veins are. Even a small dragon's vein can't do anything indiscriminately. You can't save your only eyes and legs, and you will spend the rest of your life in bed. , why bother."

"I... ugh..."

With a sigh, he said that his heart was full of sadness and helplessness. The old fortune teller suddenly felt that the leg that was intact was getting more and more painful, and the one eye was gradually blurring...

The cultivator surnamed Zhang stopped speaking, and his face turned pale on his knees.

Boom~!

The clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds and strong winds and lightning.

There are not many monsters in the valley, and the number of monsters being chased and killed by clones is getting less and less. If you kill clones, you can see the bright stars at most. Those clones stab the monsters, but they will die. No matter what you do, the last losers are monsters, especially this kind of monsters. There are as many translucent clones as you want.

Several spiritual straight knives connected in a series and quickly pierced through the chest of a certain monster...

At last, there was one monster left, and the scale clone teamed up to slash one by one in turn. Sparks splashed around forcing it to keep retreating, and a straight knife swept past and cut off the back tendon of one of its legs and knees.

The clone took the opportunity to pounce on the head several times in a row.

The translucent clone disintegrated into starlight and returned to Bai Yujun's palm, and the two scales also flew back.

The rain poured down, and it felt pain on the face. The coolies and soldiers who dig the mountains ran around in search of big trees and boulders to shelter from the rain. The most terrible thing is that because of the need to dig the mountain, the trees on the hillside are cut down, and the hillside is constantly flowing with yellow muddy water...

The rain is as white as a waterfall, and you can't see anything. In the blink of an eye, the grass hut is collapsed and the ground is full of creeks. No matter where you hide, you can't avoid being drenched by the rain.

Time passes, but the rain is not small at all!

The heavy rain didn't seem to affect Bai Yujun, so she sat and admired the heavy rain from God.

Those who were sheltering from the rain in the valley felt that something was wrong. Some mountain people who were familiar with the local climate were pale, and they seemed to feel the anger of the mountain gods, and their anxiety was getting stronger and stronger!

"The earth dragon is here! Run! The earth dragon is here...!"

The torrential rain reached the conditions for the formation of mudslides in a short period of time, and the soil and rocks on the hillside loosened, forming a mudslide that rumbled down, filling up the dug gap, and leaving a scar on the mountain.

It may take ten years to be covered by plants, and there can be no heavy rain in the last two years.

The old fortune teller stared blankly at the landslide, his heart was cold, and he knew that his actions had made a big mistake and brought disaster. Just now, several laborers and soldiers in the valley were buried by mudslides. Those who are familiar with rescue know how deadly mudslides are buried, and it is difficult to save.

Some people in the valley were buried in the mud, their legs were crushed and they couldn't move, wailing and screaming.

"God, forgive me... Grandpa Shanshen calm down..."

The survivors who were hiding in high places knelt down and begged for mercy and cried. Many people stepped forward and pulled out the people whose legs were pinned down. The scene was extremely chaotic for a time.

Bai Yujun couldn't bear it, just a few poor people who were implicated.

"Don't dig the mountains anymore, stop. Not only will God be angry, I will kill you too, I hope you don't let me do it."

"Ah~ I won't dig..."

The old fortune-teller looked tired. He had just been digging for a long time before causing a catastrophe. If he continued to dig, maybe everyone would die here one day.

"Let's go, you can do it yourself."

The voice disappeared in an instant, and turned into a streamer again and went straight to the southern capital of Chu. Bai Yujun planned to go back and carefully check whether there were any monsters in the palace. The monsters didn't care about luck or cause and effect. If you don't produce that kind, it is very likely to cause havoc if you let it happen.

God is the employer, and as an employee, you have to solve problems with due diligence. Of course, sending a letter to Chunyang Palace is a good choice.

When he returned to the capital of Southern Chu, he found that the monsters had disappeared without a trace.

These monsters may have special contact methods or sensing abilities, lurking in the Central Plains and making trouble, and immediately escaped without hesitation when they saw that the situation was not good.

The rest of the matter was notified to Chunyang Palace to let them and the Western Church deal with it. A white prefers to lie down in a warm bed and sleep well.

He got up in the early morning and went back to the nest in the afternoon, and slept with the blanket on the bed.

Ye Ye was dissatisfied that he just folded the quilt and pulled it open...

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Southern Wilderness, the pier in the Demon King's territory.

Qiao Jin, carrying a bag and carrying a silver gun in the dust, walked over to the springboard.

I should have rushed to Nanhuang a long time ago. Who knows halfway through, I heard that there was an ancient miracle in a certain place, and followed a group of martial arts people and low-level monks to join in the fun. After a long time, it turned out to be a cult altar, and a sense of justice broke out to follow. The alliance army, led by several masters, rushed into the lair of evil cultivators to seek justice.

In the ghost cave, he was almost harmed by the evil spirit summoned by the evil cultivator. At the critical moment, the scales in his arms heated up and flew out to become the 'Demon King~www.wuxiamtl.com~ At that time, Qiao Jin was stunned. With a flower in front of his eyes, the demon king appeared and killed the Quartet.

The demon king just showed his breath and scared the evil spirits to flee. He swept away the zombies and evil spirits with a few moves. The alliance army led by the sudden appearance of the demon king rushed into the altar aggressively, and the victory was inexplicable.

Later, Qiao Jin learned that the scales have the ability to summon the demon king clone, no wonder the demon king is not worried at all.

Staring at the bustling docks where large ships come and go, I feel unbelievable. In the distance, there is a city with beautiful Central Plains-style pavilions on both sides of the flat streets. Qiao Jin feels that even the royal city is not as good as this. The most impressive thing is not the buildings, but the people walking on the streets...

People from the Central Plains, Jiuli, and even the Rongtianling and Beidi clans.

The most incredible thing is that monsters with the characteristics of various birds and beasts coexist peacefully with the human race, chatting and laughing or laughing, it is simply unimaginable.

"It's a magical place, I like it here."

Follow the disembarking crowd and walk along the pier passage. In front of it is a spacious hall with the characteristics of Dali Temple, the official residence of the Central Plains, and there are elite demon soldiers everywhere.

The demon soldiers stood motionless as they had seen before. They looked alike. They were all handsome men and beauties. They were holding long spears, waist and crotch, and their faces were indifferent and ruthless.

There is a huge plaque hanging on the outer door of the classical hall with two big characters.

"customs?"

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