After seeing this exit, the doubts in Wang Lang's heart gradually disappeared, and he nodded at Mo Zibai.

In three days, tens of thousands of well-prepared troops made their homes on the edge of this underground lake.

The clear water of the lake became the drinking water of the army, and the large areas of fluorescent moss around the lake were shoveled away and replaced with simple houses.

After the houses were built, the warriors replanted the roofs and walls with fluorescent moss.

These logistical tasks have always been the main focus of Cangyun, and tens of thousands of troops are carried out at the same time, which also seems to be tight and orderly.

There is only one thing that the broken army cares about, that is, the training of the army, and the improvement of the strength of the soldiers has drawn a line in his eyes, and how much strength is increased every month is considered qualified. The soldiers who were trained by their lives were eager for time to fly by so that they could end the day's torture as soon as possible.

On the contrary, Wang Lang lived a leisurely life, he was responsible for guarding safety, and after scattering the two pets every day, he didn't care, and spent most of his time cultivating. The rest is to run and brag with Lut about what the future country of the emperor, who has no half of the country, will look like.

Obviously, the things that Wang Lang said were not only not interested, but a little afraid, if Wang Lang did this, he, the emperor, would become an ornament in the future. Not to mention great achievements, it is very common to be killed by someone.

Mo Zibai has been taken away by Chi Jiu, and Wang Lang doesn't know what to do.

A full moon in the sky, shining with bright moonlight, descended one after another.

And at this moment, Mo Zibai was under the gaze of thirteen old men, and he was doing his best to run the Mo family's mental method. Opposite him, Chi Jiu was bare-chested, his momentum was constantly changing, and when he was strong, the oppressive Mozi Bai Xin was stagnant. When he was weak, he even felt like a centipede in front of him that had not cultivated at all.

While reading the scriptures, Mo Zibai used his mental method, and beads of sweat the size of beans continued to ooze from his forehead, but there was no space to wipe it.

Chi Jiu's body emitted bursts of red light, and at this time, the body began to lengthen, and the head began to change towards the centipede, and the limbs on the body disappeared, and small centipede feet grew. A violent momentum swept away, and Mo Zibai bore the brunt of it, directly moving back more than ten meters, barely trying to stabilize his figure.

Then, a roar erupted from the mouthparts of the centipede of Chijiu, and the centipede features on his body gradually disappeared, and he changed into a human form again, but his whole body was covered in blood and his eyes were red.

Mo Zibai didn't have the time to observe Chi Jiu's condition, his whole body and mind were on the operation of the scriptures and mental methods, and one by one invisible characters came out of his mouth and shrouded Chi Jiu in front of him.

With a few clicks, Chi Jiu's body quickly became larger, and the huge head suddenly turned into a centipede's mouthparts, and swallowed it according to Mozibai.

Seeing this scene, Chi Jue and the thirteen old men with white hair shot out together, and the absolute strength fixed Chi Jiu in the air.

"Mozibai, hurry up." Chi Jue stared at Chi Jiu's pressure and shouted to Mo Zibai, "Work hard, you can't let the king turn into a centipede, otherwise this time it will be a complete failure." ”

Mozi didn't even roll his eyes, and the scriptures in his mouth came out quickly, and countless characters formed a large net, locking Chi Jiu firmly. At this time, Chi Jiu's body shrank, and countless sharp feet disappeared.

At this moment, Mo Zibai was dizzy, spat blood from his mouth, and fell to the ground.

Chi Jiu, who had just turned back into a human form, raised his head and let out an earth-shattering roar, and then turned into a giant centipede with a body length of more than three hundred meters.

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p; Seeing this, Chi Jue sighed, grabbed Mo Zibai, and left in a flash.

When Wang Lang saw Mo Zibai again, this guy's breath was extremely disordered, and he looked like he had gone mad and had a deficit of qi and blood.

"Zibai, what's wrong with you? Why did it happen like this? ”

Wang Lang's head was big for a while, and he directly turned on the recovery battle flag, hoping that the recovery speed of twenty times would allow the man in the hat to recover as soon as possible.

With a sigh, Wang Lang looked at Chi Jue with an unkind face, "Elder Chi Jue, Zibai is like this, should you explain it to me?" ”

"Wang Lang, you scoundrel, what explanation do you want me to give you?" Chi Jue looked at Wang Lang irritably, he was in a terrible mood at this time, their king's sprint failed, and the difficulty was far greater than he imagined.

|“ My people went well when they went and came back like this, shouldn't you give an explanation? Wang Lang suddenly frowned, stared at Chi Jue, and said nonsense, "What are you doing?" Is it to draw the blood from his body to improve himself? ”

"What are you thinking in your head, if you change blood, you can change us, then do we still have to maintain the body of a centipede for hundreds of thousands of years?" After that, Chi Jue glanced at Wang Lang fiercely, turned around and flew away.

Three hours later, Mo Zibai finally regained some of his spirits, and when he saw Wang Lang who was guarding the side, he pulled his sleeve, "Leader, Zibai's skills are low, and he is not up to the task, so please ask the leader to take action." ”

Wang Lang looked at Mo Zibai in surprise, pointed to his nose and asked, "I, let me make a move, my Mo family's mental cultivation is not as high as yours, are you sure I can help?" ”

"Chief, even if Zibai cultivates to the highest level, it is difficult for Zibai to be qualified for this task, I know that the leader has some understanding of Confucianism, and I ask the leader not to shirk. The Red Blood Clan had made great contributions to this heaven and earth, and they shouldn't have ended up like this. With that, Mo Zibai spat out blood urgently, and his face fell sluggish for a while.

Wang Lang had a big head for a while, how could he know anything about Confucianism, nothing more than those hearsay things in his previous life, at most, he read the Analects to Yukong, if this is also counted.

"Okay. Zibai, don't worry, I'll try it. Wang Lang nodded helplessly, "But I can't guarantee it, after all, my ability is limited, if I am asked to kill Chi Jiu, I can still do it." ”

Seven days passed, and during this time, in addition to cultivating, Wang Lang was to turn over some Confucian classics, read the four books and five classics, and only read them once.

At twenty times the recovery speed of the restored battle flag, Mo Zibai regained his spirit.

Wang Lang was very annoyed and flipped through these books, because he didn't know too many words on them, not only did he not know the meaning, but he couldn't even read them well.

"Chief, on the next full moon night, King Chijiu hopes to be able to make an impact, and please ask the leader to make a move at that time." Mo Zibai respectfully lowered his hand to his side.

"Well, I promise you to help, just say it beforehand, you don't expect too much." Wang Lang stood up, stuffed the golden mean into the Void Ring, and turned away.

Xiao Hei had a big belly, like a pregnant woman, Wang Lang frowned, "Xiao Hei, what's going on with your belly?" ”

"Boss, you forgot, last time you gave me the rest of the body of the eight-armed King Kong, and I couldn't help but devour it in one bite, but I was propped up, and now I can't even sleep well." Xiao Hei touched his stomach and said helplessly, "Fortunately, Tian Ying didn't see me like this, otherwise the good thing would have been in vain." ”