At first, the homeless people were still confused, but after the hot porridge was eaten, they suddenly became obedient people.

When their stomachs were full, many of them wept bitterly and spontaneously thanked the members.

They thought they were going to die, but they knew how the world was going, and they lost the ability to be self-reliant, and they couldn't enslave the big clan, and the rest was actually waiting for death.

The dynasty doesn't care about them, and the Hao clan doesn't care, they all want to wait for them to starve to death.

But how can people starve to death? After they have eaten everything they can on the road, they will either kill each other or go crazy and loot the nobles.

After paying a lot of casualties, they finally managed to rob a few small wealthy families and survived for a few more days.

But this only angered the Hao clan even more, and suddenly several surrounding families jointly sent troops to exterminate them and kill them to pieces.

These 400,000 are the ones who collapsed and fled here, and when they came here and saw Sister You and a few other monks who came and went, they were desperate in their hearts, and they were going to fight hard.

As a result, the peaks turned around, and they actually had a full meal, and in the infinite darkness, they suddenly saw a glimmer of light, not to mention how grateful they were.

"Commoner Immortal ......"

"Porridge for Disaster Relief ......"

"Sheltering displaced ......"

A few immortals who flew around to promote it said a lot, and they couldn't remember anything else, but these keywords were really heard.

One by one, they knelt on the ground and cried, shouting for the true immortals.

But there are too many people, and those who eat in front of them kneel down to block the people behind.

Gou Ye fell to the ground and roared directly: "Don't be immortal, don't eat too much, continue to boil porridge if you can move, and the others will make room for the people behind to eat." ”

"You guys, help keep order, hurry up!"

Gou Ye pulled and kicked, and the beating and scolding were not ambiguous at all, and finally asked the displaced people who had finished eating in front of him to get out of the way, and some clever people also stepped forward to help.

As more and more people helped, the scene became more and more orderly.

The identity of immortal cultivators is very deterrent, especially when they heard that they were civilian immortal cultivators, and promised to shelter them, the exiles suddenly had hope in their hearts and became much more honest.

Many homeless people have obviously not eaten for too long.

They were all starving, skinny as dry bones. These homeless people took a big bowl of hot porridge, and poured it directly into their stomachs, regardless of whether they were hot or not.

Often after eating, they still want to continue eating, staring at the big pot of hot porridge in the distance.

But how can you overeat after being hungry for too long, they are all dragged away, disobediently slapped twice, and Gou Ye walks around the scene of loose porridge with a golden knife, and takes some young people who look energetic to maintain order, so as not to cause chaos.

Even so, when Mo Qian was flying in the air, he still saw many homeless people coming from afar, and before they could reach the porridge, they fell to the ground.

Mo Qian flew down to see that he was already dead.

Some homeless people even drank a bowl of hot porridge and smiled with satisfaction, and their heads tilted and died......

"Shangxian...... Help...... "A skeletal old man knelt in front of Mo Qian with an unconscious girl on his back.

The girl was unconscious, she couldn't drink the porridge, and there were all the things that lived in front of her, but she still had to die, and there were 400,000 people who abounded.

Mo Qian's thoughts turned sharply, and he suddenly thought, can the mana of the immortal cultivator maintain his vitality?

As soon as he thought of it, Mo Qian immediately moved slightly, and crossed a wisp of mana.

Not to mention, mana is a thing that is full of vitality, as if it can make up for all the nutrients and energy that the human body needs.

The poor primordial spirit could see that the cells had absorbed a little mana, as if they had been nourished.

"It's no wonder that immortal cultivators are living in the valley, mana is something that can sustain life, and there is no need to digest grains, and then convert them into heat to supply cells. Mo Qian's eyes lit up.

Mo Qian repeated this and gave mana to many homeless people who couldn't hold on, and finally stabilized them so that they could hold on until they had food.

"Mana crossing, you can save your life!" Mo Qian hurriedly informed Sister You and the others of the situation.

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly went around to give people a fertile.

However, soon, Sister You and the others were squeezed dry.

There are too many people, and they have too little mana.

"Alas...... No wonder. Sister You pointed to the vast sea of people and said: "The immortal road has a unique productive force, not that it cannot benefit the people, but that the immortal cultivators are unwilling to do it." Mana is one of their foundations, and before the mortal mud pill palace is opened, the mana can't be kept, and it will be dispersed after passing through the body. The mana that can maintain an immortal cultivator who does not eat for a day can only last for a moment in the mortal body. ”

"In this way, how can the immortal cultivators disperse to the untouchables in their eyes, just to maintain their vitality, this kind of thing, it is okay to eat well, they don't bother to do it. ”

"Although we are willing to do it, 400,000 people, not to mention our Yuan Shen Stage, even if it is the Yuan Infant and Yuan Jing Stage, they can't disperse, and a few hundred people are enough to squeeze us dry. ”

If you want energy to stay in the mortal body for a long time, if it is not a spiritual thing, it must be an elixir.

The monks of this world have also created such things as Bigu Dan.

It is similar to the mana crossing people's life, they all use the aura to supply vitality, but it will not be easily dispersed, even if it is a mortal, the pill will lock the mana in the body for a long time and continue to supply, which is equivalent to the human energy battery.

A mortal eats a grain, but he does not eat for a month. However, it is difficult to popularize this kind of thing, and it is impossible to mass-produce hundreds of thousands of pills and then distribute them to the homeless.

There is no immortal cultivator group who will do this, wasting a lot of time and materials, and bothering to make hundreds of thousands of homeless people go without food for a month: Am I sick? Aren't you going to finish eating? Are you going to waste me going to alchemy?

This is not a world where all people cultivate immortals.

"Alas......" Mo Poor's mana was exhausted, and he calmly absorbed the aura.

He immersed himself in consciousness, looked inward at the Mud Pill Palace, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the lotus platform holding the Yuan Shen......

"Huh, in addition to the elixir, spiritual objects can also be ...... Is this a spiritual thing?" Mo Qian thought about it, and directly manipulated the Yuan Shen to skim off a few lotus petals and shoot out of the Mud Pill Palace.

"Huh!" A few pieces of blue light fell on the palm of his hand, and Mo Qian saw that this was really a plant!

It contains exuberant energy and has a substantial touch in the palm of your hand.

"With the adaptive seeds, you really grow strange flowers and plants in my Mud Pill Palace! There is a field in the Mud Pill Palace?" Mo Qian was stunned, and then he was overjoyed.

Isn't this a spiritual thing? It doesn't matter if it's an innate spiritual root or something, anyway, this Qinglian is a heavenly treasure.

Mo Qian pinched a piece, flicked his fingers, shot at a dying homeless person, and didn't go into his mouth.

The wanderer was excited, his face was suddenly ruddy, as if there was a vigorous spirit filling his body, and he was much more energetic at once, and his body was no longer shaking and trembling.

Mo Poor Yuan Shen probed, the exile was energetic, and a lotus petal slowly melted in his body, but the progress could last at least ten days.

"Good thing! Gou Ye! The spiritual root planted by the seeds, picking a piece of thumb is equivalent to Bigu Dan. Mo Qian hurriedly shouted.

When Gou Ye heard this, he also reacted and scraped a few leaves out of his head.

He and Mo Qian had not cultivated the Yuan Shen since they were farming in the Mud Pill Palace, and all the time was spent absorbing the spiritual energy and feeding it to the spiritual root, because his tree and the Mo Qian Qinglian digested the spiritual energy much faster than their Yuan Shen.

The two mana ferries were quickly squeezed dry, but the spiritual roots that grew from the seeds could still be cut off in many more pieces.

"What is this?" Sister You didn't know about it, and hurriedly asked.

Mo Qian told him about trying to put seeds in the Mud Pill Palace, and everyone was immediately overjoyed.

Containments and derivatives are often like hanging in reality, adaptive seeds, ordinary wheat can be planted below, and there can be special things like Danmu, and now in the world of cultivating immortals, parasitic mud pill palace, it has planted a spiritual root like a treasure of heaven and earth.

"It's not enough for 400,000 people to feed it like this, see if it can dissolve in water!" Sister You proposed.

Bosnia and Herzegovina also proposed, he knew that strange flowers and plants could be made and drunk.

Mo Qian tried it, and sure enough, a few lotus petals were kneaded into powder and soaked in a large pot of water, which immediately became a pot of spiritual soup.

Although the effect is diluted, as long as the homeless people do not die for a while, mortals still have to rely on grains to survive.

Gou Ye made a pot of spiritual soup, which was spilled by Mo Qian, and for this reason, the bark of the spirit tree in the mud pill palace was stripped away, and the leaves and branches were all removed.

I saw Mo Qian using the Yuan Shen to lift the liquid, and shoot it out drop by drop, and every drop fell into different people.

For a while, the sky was full of rain and ink, and Mo Qian wandered over the crowd of people, constantly splashing spiritual liquid.

Whether it is still able to move or unconscious and dying, the liquid is forcibly ingested from the mouth, and it is extremely accurate, and it is really tight in the mouth, and it is good to ejaculate on the lips and dip it.

Although a person can't last long after eating a few grams of spiritual liquid, he can still get the time to stay up and drink porridge.

"Sister You! There is a large army approaching in the northwest direction!" Just when these 400,000 homeless people could eat porridge alive, Jiang Long's spiritual power reported.

Jiang Long has been keeping guard on the periphery, just to prevent an enemy from coming, and now it is really here.

"How many people, are there any immortal cultivators?" Sister You asked, she didn't panic, even if they didn't do well, the technological weapons were not covered. Unless there is some high-ranking monk who has a spare egg to kill the outcasts.

"There is an immortal cultivator, there is only one, I don't know the realm, but he wants to fight with me...... Jiang Long said.

Mo Qian immediately said: "I'll go!"

Sister You asked, "Be careful! If you are defeated, we will have high-energy plasma plasma cannon support!"

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