Sitting in the cultivation room, Luan Tian always swept his divine sense towards the ground below. He was a little curious about this world.

The cloud wave boat flew over the vast Posa Realm, and Luan Tian's divine consciousness also crossed the Posa Realm. In this realm, as Luan Tian speculated, most of the area was covered by spiritual roots and trees.

Looking down from the sky, there are turquoise colors everywhere. So much so that the sky is reflected in green. There are many flying machines flying back and forth in the sky.

Yes, it is a woodbird with its wings waving; Yes, it is a shining silver flying object; Some, just a piece of wooden monk, lying on a bird, flew leisurely...

All kinds of flying machines flew through the sky, but they seemed to be cloudy boats, prosaic, and mediocre.

According to the route drawn by Granny Muzu, it will take at least a few months to go to Wangxian Mountain. This world is very vast.

Luan Tian and Ah Lian stayed in a cultivation room like this, cultivating separately. No one bothered anyone.

More than 50 days passed, peacefully.

On this day, Luan Tianzheng continued to sit in the cultivation room, quietly cultivating. Suddenly, he noticed that there was a scene on the ground below. The moment he saw this picture, he couldn't help but feel his blood fluttering.

I saw that this place was a desert area. The desert area is not very large, with a radius of about hundreds of thousands of miles. The desert is surrounded by lush primeval forests.

In the middle of this desert are dense and innumerable bulging sandbags, and on the side of each sandbag, there is a cave.

What made Luan Tian emotional was a picture outside the sandbag: I saw that in this desert, there were countless Terran monks, slowly crawling. That's right, it's crawling, crawling like a dog.

On their bodies, a rattan is wound around them. The rattan wrapped around their bodies at one end, and at the other, a large cylindrical stake was attached.

The interior of the cylindrical wooden stakes has been hollowed out to create a huge interior space. And inside these cylinders, there is a pure, transparent liquid. Luan Tian speculated that it should be spiritual liquid.

What is especially infuriating is that next to every Terran monk, there is a snake monk. These snake monks are the sand snakes in this desert, and they have achieved positive results.

In the hands of each snake monk, there was a long rattan stick. And this rattan is different from the one that is wrapped around the Terran monks. These rattans are covered with spikes like steel nails!

Looking at the jet-black color of the spikes on this rattan, Luan Tian concluded that the spikes of these rattans must be highly poisonous. These snake monks are using thorny rattans to constantly whip the Terran monks who are crawling on the ground.

Every time he smacked, the snake monk's mouth was still angry and scolded. What's more, some snake monks conjured snake heads, whipped with rattans, and at the same time used sharp teeth to bite the bodies of the human monks.

All the Terran monks were unclothed and bruised. They looked exhausted and dying, but under the constant whipping of the snake monks.

I had no choice but to slowly pull these cylindrical stakes and climb forward. The direction they climbed was in the caves of each sandbag.

Obviously, these snake monks are driving these snake monks away and carrying spiritual fluid!

There were millions of enslaved Terran monks. Some of them have cultivated among them, and they are nearly half an immortal! However, no one dared to rise up and resist.

They just peeled open like this, crawling slowly, slowly crawling to the hopeless front, slowly crawling towards death...

Luan Tian watched for a few breaths. In just a few breaths, dozens of monks had fallen to their deaths. After their deaths, their bodies were quickly snatched up by the snake monks.

Immediately, a Terran monk came to make up for it, and continued to silently pull the cylindrical stake forward under the violent beating of the snake monk.

After seeing this scene, Luan Tian stood up suddenly. He opened the door of the cultivation room with lightning and flew to the bow of the Yunlang Boat with one step. Ah Lian, who heard the movement, also flew out and stood behind him.

Luan Tian's eyes looked coldly at the ground, his eyes full of flames. After a few breaths, Ah Lian's voice came from behind him:

"Alas~~~ This matter is in the world of Bosa, everywhere. You... You can manage it..."

"Humph! If you can't manage it, you have to manage it!! ”

After letting out a cold snort, Luan Tian immediately flew off the Yunlang Boat, and Ah Lian flew down. After waving his hand to put away the Yunlang boat, Luan Tian shook his body, and millions of purple blood vines flew out with a roar.

Before they could fly to the ground, millions of blood-colored heads had already swooped down from the air. In an instant, tens of thousands of snake clan monks were bitten in the mouth and held them in the air.

"Someone's coming to grab the elixir!! Someone!! Come on!! ”

After seeing the sudden attack, several snake monks shouted at the top of their voices. Their voices, hoarse and high-pitched, sounded terrifying.

"Humph! Spiritual Liquid?! It's not uncommon!! ”

Luan Tian's face tightened, and after snorting coldly again, countless blood-colored heads rushed at the snake clan monk again, pounced.

At the same time, as soon as Luan Tian raised his head, the Chaos Bell burst out and rushed into the sky.

"炁~~炁~~炁~~"

After the bells rang one after another, many of the snake monks immediately lost their ability to resist. Some of them are limp to the ground; Yes, blood spurted from their mouths; Yes, their eyes rolled and they recovered their snake bodies, rolling on the spot...

"Humph!! The lowly human race dared to come here to spread wild!! ”

At this time, an even sharper and unpleasant voice burst out. I saw that from the middle of the desert, in one of the largest sandbag caves, a monk with a snake face slowly crawled out.

The monk with the human face of the snake god was holding a pair of brass bells, and while crawling to this side, he kept shaking the copper bells in his hand, making a breathtaking sound. Depending on the situation, this is the leader of this group of snake monks.

The leader of the snake clan slowly paused when he flew ten feet in front of Luan Tian's body. He glanced up first, the Chaos Clock above his head. Then, a cold snort came out again in his snort:

"Humph! Demon Emperor, what about the Demon Emperor?! Old snake, not afraid of it!! ”

It was just the cold snort of the leader of the snake clan, and the Terran monks who were crawling on the ground immediately crawled over one after another.

While climbing, they also kowtowed frequently. Everyone's body is already trembling like chaff. While trembling and prostrating, the group of Terran monks kept praying:

"The Snake Emperor spares his life, and the Snake Emperor sees it."

"We don't know this person, and we didn't find it to save us..."

"Ask the Snake Emperor to spare his life!"

"The Snake Emperor spares his life!!"

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At the moment of hearing this pleading, Luan Tian suddenly stopped. In his eyes, there was a color of painful pathos...