"Is this the situation of shrimp?" Shi Qi Armor then remembered that Zhuang Yuanlang and the female Bangyan were sent over by these female rakshasas carrying a flower sedan chair, and the big man really had great wisdom, and his guess was infinitely close to the correct answer: "These girls won't be like Mano's group of, and they are desperate to stick to our senior brothers......"

"Don't worry, I won't kill them......" Chang Kaishen pointed to the five Po Qian who were lying on the ground, and told the eleven Po Yazhi his decision word by word, as if Pope Paul II had forgiven the Turkish Assassin who tried to assassinate him.

These five Rakshasa women can be killed, or not. In general, if you kill, you will kill. But if they can use their clayy lives to consolidate the loyalty of the eleven hairpins in Jinling, it is not impossible. After all, Chang Kaishen used the "Soul Transference Method" to make up the Rakshasa Female Belt and Road Party, but she was brainwashed by illusory love, and she was not a walking corpse who lost her mind.

Seeing that the lover was so considerate and tolerant, the eleven Rakshasa girls were suddenly moved.

"Hello, don't be too busy saying thank you first!" Chang Sang waved his hand, signaling them not to get tired of coming over and shouting long live: "Tell me, where did you Rakshasa come from so many 'body protectors'...... Hmm...... the woman of the "Ancestral Soul"?"

He was willing to let go, just to find out the secret.

If he thought that it was a special case of bad luck for him to bump into Rakshasa when he first arrived, now he would be a fool to think so.

The natives here are clearly premeditated and organized to snipe at the Yanfu traversers. He and Na Di are like this, and so are Shi Qi Armor and Yan Fengjiao. What about the rest of the fellow disciples?

The space-time tunnel is a multi-directional exit in this realm, evenly distributed around the clam-shaped central mountain, if each of the thirty-three exits has a Rakshasa female sharpening knife with the "soul of the ancestors" Huo Huo is waiting for him - obediently cage the winter, fried green onions with leeks! Then this Rakshasa natives of the Little Sumeru World are evil! The birth rate of the Great Dan Miao Descendants far exceeds that of the small Xiuzhen sect in the Yanfu World!

"Lang Jun, what's so strange about this, as long as you take the formed 'Bibo Jade Horse Ginseng', anyone can go to the altar and get the blessing of the 'Soul of the Ancestors'!"

"However, it takes more than a hundred years for the 'Jade Horse Ginseng' to take shape, which is rare, so there are only more than 200 ancestral soul warriors in our clan at present. ”

"The people of your Earth Immortal Realm were very unscrupulous at first, but then as soon as our Ancestral Soul Warriors came out, they couldn't do it, thirteen batches before and after, and we caught hundreds of captives alone! Most of your time and space tunnels have been tortured!"

"Do you want to see and see the "Bibo Jade Horse Ginseng"? I will lead you to the "Bibo Pond" to find it, the formed ones can't be found, and the ordinary ones can also live a long life, dredge the muscles and veins, and make the practice of martial arts twice the result with half the effort!"

"Yes, yes, 'Bibo Pond' is near the ancestral altar, isn't Lang Jun also planning to go there!

Now you can see how wise Chang Sang was before, if he used the "Soul Shifting Method" to make all the eleven Rakshasa women into living dead slaves like walking corpses, how could he still be as loyal as he is now, and he will answer all questions.

Of course, the answers they said were shocking enough.

Na Di, Stone Paint Armor, and Yan Fengjiao were almost frightened and fainted.

No wonder there are so many Rakshasa Dadan Miao descendants, dare to love these Rakshasa women do not have the roots of cultivation as soon as they are born in their mother's womb, they are forcibly transformed into Dadan Miao descendants by taking the "Bibo Jade Horse Ginseng" the day after tomorrow, so that they can condense the twelve Tiangang of the year star and obtain different body protection qi!

The peculiar medicinal effect of this "Bibo Jade Horse Ginseng" reminds them of the demon clan's "Emperor Flowing Pulp" - the so-called "Emperor Flowing Pulp" is the moonlight essence that falls from the sky once a year on the night of Gengshen (once every 60 days, there are six Gengshen every year), and the grass, trees, birds and beasts can be transformed into human form and promoted to demons by their essence!

This is also the most powerful thing about the demon race, in addition to reproducing both sexes, they can also increase the population through "Emperor Flowing Pulp".

However, the Emperor Slurry had no effect on the other six realms, at least the human monks had never heard of a similar backdoor to go through.

There are no fairy bones in this body, and he is indulged in the true immortal Mo Langqiu. A feathering immortal and a Buddha in the feathering period does not dare to say that the offspring born by himself will definitely be able to cultivate the true root bones.

Cultivating the true root bone is a heaven-sent creation! What should be yours is yours, and you can't force it!

The four rookie monks stared wide-eyed, and they all felt divine. This small Sumeru world, which has a huge spiritual pressure and can be called a cultivation Jedi, actually produces herbs that can transform ordinary people into cultivation roots! What the hell is this? Ten thousand years of pine is grown in a flower pot? Maxima horses are raised in a pigsty? Sanitary balls are grown in sewers?

"But we must not let this or something 'Bibo Jade Horse Ginseng' spread to our Yanfu world!" Shi Qi Kai's words were immediately echoed by the little cousin, just as the Tianhuang nobles could not accept being on an equal footing with the untouchable prisoners, and the natural Great Dan Miao descendants were absolutely unwilling to join the same avenue with the pirated goods the day after tomorrow: "The noble bloodline of the monk cannot be defiled!"

"Don't be so rigid, if you dedicate the "Bibo Jade Horse Ginseng" to the sect and apply it on a large scale through planting, it will be an excellent way to rise peacefully. Na Di said solemnly: "Do you think, if there are millions of new seedlings in the Bodhi Dharma every year, even if only one out of a hundred people can cross the Red Dust Tribulation, our Maha Immeasurable Palace will not be able to do it, if the time is absolutely the first giant sect in history, then defeat the five overlords and unify the cultivation realm, it is just around the corner!"

Everyone burst into laughter.

The blonde girl was joking, of course, and the monk was not mortal, how could quantity overwhelm quality. Cultivating the truth needs to consume a lot of resources, and the exercises and spiritual sand immortal grains and magic weapons and pills will not fall from the sky, and if there are 10,000 new seedlings in the Maha Wuliang Palace every year, the head of the King Kong Sanzang will not be able to support so many mouths even if he goes to sell his ass as a waist.

"Niang Xipi! Because of this bird feather "Bibo Jade Horse Ginseng", I really don't know how many of our fellow disciples will arrive at their destination safely. After Chang Kaishen finished laughing, he sighed again, it was really a toad that ran into swan meat, this little Sumeru world has a "Bibo Jade Horse Ginseng" that can eat mortals into a great Dan Miao descendant, but another year-old star Tiangang who has existed for twelve years was born, and the dry wood and fire hit it off, and the Rakshasa here has cultivated more than 200 cans of Tiangang that don't need money - except for a cow like him who has opened the golden finger of the heart demon, how can the rest of the rookies bear it!

It's so depressing, if this is in the Yanfu world......

Like the Korean War, we are fighting the wrong war in the wrong place, at the wrong time, with the wrong enemy.

This is the first experience and lesson Chang Kaishen learned when he entered the cultivation realm: making reasonable use of the right time and place can also make the seemingly powerful monk hit the street and pounce on Balan Street.

It turns out that the elder brother is completely earning money from selling cabbage, and he has the heart to sell *.

With the full assistance of eleven Rakshasa stewardesses who were born with anti-gravity physiques, he led his three junior disciples across the pristine rainforest like a green ocean, and soared to the sky-piercing giant mountain that resembled a female yin. During this period, I did not encounter any resistance from the air, did not take a blind road, and did not waste a trace of time, and smoothly arrived at the final destination - a saddle-shaped peak surrounded by white clouds and towering ancient trees.

At the top of the mountain, in the clearing of ancient Stonehenge, there is a terrace-shaped pyramid with mossy mottled and weeping vines, full of exotic civilizations.

An emerald green pillar of light gushed out like a spring in the cave at the top of the pyramid, holding a planet phantom the size of a winter melon suspended quietly in mid-air, slowly spinning.

Judging from the large red spot like the devil's eye on the surface of the planet, and the phantom of the four small moons that look like pine flower eggs swimming around the sphere, it is not difficult to see that this is one of the five stars of the zodiac!

Finally arrived at the destination!

The Rakshasa Ancestral Soul Altar! The Tiangang marked in red on the map of the earth! The great opportunity to transform the monk's root bone qualifications, the great luck!

Chang Kaishen's expression was like seeing the Chinese football team lift the World Cup.

Nadi, Yan Fengjiao, and Shi Qi Armor were petrified on the spot, almost thinking that their eyes were hallucinating—not because of Tiangang, but because they saw that on the grass at the foot of the pyramid, a black rookie monk was dancing and laughing.

Fat deer, bunches of mushrooms, and bamboo shoots are set on the blazing bonfire, roasted to four drops of oil and fragrant.

"Unscrupulous rats, dare to desecrate the altar of the ancestral soul of our clan!" If it weren't for Chang Kaishen's body to block her offensive line, and stop in time, it would have caused a murder.

The rookie monks who were enjoying QQB in the wild were also taken aback, this group of uninvited guests who fell from the sky, whether it was the way they appeared or the combination of personnel, how strange it could be.

After a short period of stunnedness, the rookies were all excited, and they rushed forward in a swarm to watch the sabre-rattling and fierce warriors of the Po Ya Zhi Ji up close.

"Come and see, Rakshasa Woman!

"One, two, three, four...... Eleven! Eleven Rakshasa women, alas......"

"Wow! Punctuality! worthy of the legendary race of beautiful women......"

"Look at their banana fans! I'm a coffee with such a fierce shape! I have to have dozens of pounds, right?"

"Which of the four castes of Rakshasa wet, fetus, egg, and transformation are these Rakshasa women......

"Senior Brother Long! It's Senior Brother Long!" Ma Nuo and the other three crazy girls stood out from the gossip of their fellow students, with surprise tears like kites, and their feet didn't touch the ground, and they seemed to rush over to pick them up: "Oh, you're worried about dying and being slaved......"

"You guys, this ...... This ......" Chang Kaishen didn't know what to say, looking around, there were at least twenty or thirty rookie monks here—what a huge and outrageous number—you know, there were only eighty black-card rookies who entered this little Sumeru world!

He thought it was a Taierzhuang-style bloody battle, but the facts in front of him were clearly Martians invading the earth.