Trapped in this pigsty, Jiang Twelve didn't know how long he had been unconscious. Anyway, the phone was shooting for several hours until it ran out of power. Jiang Twelve was still lying there.

It seems like it's really smoked to death...

"This kid can't really be so fragile..." Wait outside the pigsty. Yu Sheng couldn't help but worry. On the surface of Jiang Twelve's body, there is a layer of green light. The body is covered with excrement...

Not to mention that Yu Sheng couldn't bear to look at it, even Mo Fan didn't dare to look at it if he knew! If it weren't for Jiang Twelve's own biao, he took the initiative to get on those five golden rings, and the end would not have been like this...

At this critical moment, whether to say it or not, Yu Sheng is still a good person. The phone's recording is out of battery. Yu Sheng also hurriedly opened the control of the formation. At this moment, he first retreated from the kilometer range... Then the overwhelming poison invaded the Southern Prison Triple Heaven...

On this day, many flowers and trees in the South Prison were rotten. Many people vomited inexplicably. I heard that I don't know which septic tank blew up....

It took three hours for the stench of the pigsty to dissipate and disappear with a strong wind.

On the periphery of the pigsty, Yu Sheng blocked his nose and used his immortal qi to control Jiang Twelve's body and slowly moved. For fear of losing something and staining his territory.

This is also the first time he has played such a bury in Yu Sheng....

Coming to a big river around him, Yu Sheng used the immortal qi as a lock, sealed Jiang Twelve's snort, and threw him directly into the river. The next moment, the rushing Yellow River immediately became a lot greener... Downstream, there were a lot of fish floating in the area...

Not only ordinary fish, but many piranhas, even piranhas who are about to be forced into the king level, are not willing to roll their eyes... They don't understand at all what is going on....

What a son of a son poisoned this river...

... Jiang Twelve was rinsed in the river for a few hours, and then placed on a stone slab to dry for a few hours. When it was nightfall, the cold invaded his body, and Jiang Twelve came to his senses.

“... Forehead... It's cold.... ”

"You're awake."

Jiang Twelve's voice just came out. Mo Fan appeared beside him. Just keep a safe distance...

"Wake up..."

opened his eyes and sat up, Jiang Twelve moved his nose and sniffed, and then he felt a lot more comfortable. Although there is still a lot of odor on my body. But it's acceptable....

"Take your phone. Along with my tokens. When I go to see Ji Ruo, it will be much more convenient. ”

“... Thank you, Aunt Mo. ”

Hey~ Jiang Twelve's words are more smooth. It's like a relative of your own family. Mo Fan, who wanted to say something more, couldn't help but pout, flicked his sleeves, and left here....

This kid really inherited his bastard father's style.

Glancing at the direction Mo Fan left, Jiang Twelve woke up. The hand touched into his arms, and it was a hosta. The appearance is very simple, and the texture is also very average.

It is above that there is a mortal word. The carved ones are also twisted and crooked....

For that phone, Jiang Twelve didn't look at it. One is that there is no electricity. Two one, it will be uncomfortable to watch...

The immortal qi in his body shot out, and Jiang Twelve controlled the immortal qi to wash his skin again, and then silently opened the door to the human world, chose the Boiling Rain Villa in Tibet, and stepped into the whirlpool...

Back to his own home, it's still night, of course.

On the central island, Jiang Twelve couldn't help but sigh with a cold wind.

"These days of suffering have finally passed... This trip to the South Prison is too miserable... He first went to the hut on the island and found his own tobacco, Jiang Twelve lay down on the deck chair on the edge of the island and quickly enjoyed it.

A cigarette after a great sorrow is better than a beautiful fairy in the sky...

"Whew..." As soon as he spit out a puff of smoke, Jiang Twelve casually released his perception. After all, he hasn't been back for more than a week. Always look at the situation.

This perception has just come out. Jiang Twelve found out that the three little ghosts were actually sleeping in the liquor store in the city. Only Lin Xian'er's big belly was there to accompany her.

"Huh?" In the boiled rain villa of Jiang Twelve. This cadre and others are actually cultivating! Lan Ruo actually took the lead!!

It can be seen from their cultivation. Lan Ruo turned his immortal qi into silk and passed it into the bodies of the rest of the people one after another. This is the same way Xie Bi'an taught Fan Wusu at the beginning. It's just that those two people are a little more special, and their progress is naturally faster.

On the other side of the man-made lake in the villa, in the moonlight. The people in the liquor store are all cultivating there....

“.. What are you doing here? "The fairy energy flickered and came to this place. Jiang Twelve asked directly.

"Help you." Her eyes didn't open, and Cui Yuer sat cross-legged next to her to reply.

Lan Ruo, naturally, was concentrating and ignored Jiang Twelve. In her body, countless tiny threads of immortal qi were separated, and they penetrated into the bodies of Yao Zhen Qi Tian and the others.

The higher the cultivation, the more it will endure, and the lower the cultivation, the less it will endure. Yao Zhen has hundreds of immortal qi thin lines on his body. For example, Xiao Zuotang did not reach the king level, but only relied on the cultivation brought by the special effect of the god-making hammer, surrounded by only a dozen immortal silk threads...

Hearing Cui Yu'er's reply, Jiang Twelve sneered and sat down cross-legged beside Lan Ruo. On Jiang Twelve's body, countless filaments filled with immortal qi instantly separated. Compared to Lan Ruo, Jiang Twelve's immortal qi silk thread seemed to have a special resonance with this world, and every time the immortal qi was transmitted into their bodies, it would directly turn into pure energy.

Or blood, or demon, or ghost, or demonic.

Jiang Twelve possessed all these four breaths. This feeling of splitting and dissolving within them is so easy.

With Jiang Twelve's help, this proceeded a lot faster. They can better understand the differentiation and composition process of immortal qi, and it is naturally easier for them to become immortal-level masters...

Next to the artificial lake, this cultivation took three days. Until Lan Ruo couldn't hold on, Jiang Twelve also dispersed the immortal energy.

"How?" Holding Lan Ruo, who was a little dizzy, Jiang Twelve hurriedly asked.

"Don't worry." Hurriedly raised his head and smiled at Jiang Twelve, Lan Ruo said that it didn't matter, after all, Cui Yu'er was still here. Don't go too far.

Although Lan Ruo said that there was no problem, Jiang Twelve still forcibly sent her back to her room to rest. After all, Lan Ruo still had to obtain the full qualification of the Master of the Ten Thousand Souls Heaven... As long as she is energetic, she will not stop...

"I don't know how to thank you." Back at the lake, Jiang Twelve looked at Cui Yu'er, who was here alone, and spoke helplessly.

Now, the only people he can trust are these people from the liquor store.

As soon as I came back, I saw this scene.

How did Jiang Twelve dare not move...

Three ladies, in fact, are quite good...