readx;? After all, cultivators have not yet become gods, they are still human beings after all. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info.dt and wealth, whether it is ultimately defined as white flowers of silver, or smooth spirit stones, there is no difference. It's just that this kind of thing like a spirit stone is a demon. It can not only be equivalent to the function of money, but also can be turned into cultivation and possession, which is the real anti-heaven bewitchment.

This is the darkest part of human nature, starting from the time when the property of the tribal commune can be privatized. Later generations of Capital raised this to the level of truth, but it was only a systematic exposition of it again. It's not just that Dumb has no resistance, it's too specific a need that makes people crazy.

In the eyes of some people, a piece of paper of little use and weak gold really do not deserve to be a currency. In the case of humans, it would be a little pill called vitamin C, or a condensed protein. It's ridiculous that we've been fooled by the virtual and that we still generally agree that it works.

(This kind of thing is a spirit stone, maybe it's the only suggestion to reality in the fantasy world!) Okay, the above remarks are just the author's own nonsense, don't be taken into the ditch.) ）

Therefore, what I didn't come to do in the past is now impatient. As a result, those disgusting golden arrow frogs were in trouble, and the fire raccoon otter family was not able to live in peace. If all the maple trees on the slope can be sold for a good price, Dumb doesn't mind cutting down the whole mountain.

Daze, who had been silent for countless years, was instantly lit by countless torches. Patches of maple trees fell down the hill and turned into countless road signs leading into the swamp. Then, several roads leading to Daze appeared, and two rows of street lamps with fog dispersion function were also lit up.

I'm afraid that the three mounds that used to be no longer able to stop the businessman's dirty heart. That group of desolate beasts couldn't stop the desire for spirit stones.......

Later, the Yuan Branch Fang Sun hated Moyue and did not make trouble

When someone is standing on the top of a mountain looking into the distance, a group of monks is also looking at Siam in the distance.

Even if the sea is infinitely wide, there will always be another shore on the surface of the water, unless there is only a place like Jupiter, which is full of sea.

The enemy of the enemy is the most sealed by the cold

The two continents are not broken, and even though the Chihai Wasteland is vast and vast, it is still part of the land. There are also a lot of people on the other side, and there must be a civilization that belongs to them.

Because the two civilizations that have been separated by Tianwei and the terrain for thousands of years, they may have cut off contact, but as long as it is a place where there are people, everything is not impossible.

During the three months when the sea of storms calmed down, there were always people who came to Siam by land or sea. Even if it's a game of death, such people still exist. Profit is the driving force that drives businessmen to take risks, and if this profit is considerable to a certain extent, there are really people who don't want their own lives, let alone other people's lives. Otherwise, Junetown would not exist.

Just north of the city, there was a road in ancient times. It was blocked by lofty mountains and delayed by violent storms. Under the perennial attack of the Gobi and the sea, it is perhaps the most difficult road.

Here, it is not suitable for the movement of an army. Not only is it too far away, but it will be cut off at any time, and no general is willing to take such a risk. Even a surprise attack is pointless when there is a serious lack of follow-up means. Moreover, for Ji Qiu, at the other end of this road, there is a vast continent, and the acquisition of a city is really a drop in the bucket.

The time has come to June, and the pace of summer is personal. This year's abnormal weather cannot be ignored, but we still need to wait. Several caravans brought back some news, but that wasn't enough to say anything. If the memory of 10,000 years ago is more profound, it is undoubtedly the losing side.

Pain is the ring of life, and this statement is very true. But 10,000 years is too long after all, and a gentleman may be able to lie down for ten years, but 10,000 years will consume everything. Because in the world of Wind and Fire Realm cultivators, no one can live that long.

For mortals, 500 years is immortality, 1,000 years is an eternal era, what if it is 10,000 years......?

When Siam, the victor, is immersed in peace and prosperity, the cultivators here will not be tormented by hatred. All sentient beings have days to live, and even in the world of cultivators, it is no different.

In the far north of this road is a town of 50,000 cultivators.

From a tourist's point of view, it is tranquil and serene, and it may be similar in size to Siam's countless border towns. But a huge towering minaret, with the most striking black cross, is completely different from all the buildings in Siam.

Looking down from the hillside outside the town, the familiar quadrangular walls have been replaced by an elliptical shape. The courtyards of the densely populated houses are rare, and the houses are close together. The buildings all have minarets of varying heights, each with no less than two floors. It seems that the people here love to be tall and prefer to live upstairs.

These designs accentuate sharp shapes as much as possible, the largest and the tallest, like the five-story temple in the center of town. The triangle and the square are cleverly fused together, and the cornices and bucket arches have become extinct here, but they bring a different feeling to the newcomers. In addition to grandeur, there is also a solemn deterrent.

In front of it, the irregular stone slabs were paved with subtle patterns, and a huge fountain kept spitting. However, there always seems to be something missing here, yes, the hustle and bustle.

Everyone was in a hurry, rarely lingering, barely audible enough to make it too quiet. This is very different from the atmosphere of Sheep Hunt Town, where there are usually idle crowds of people who are struggling in twos and threes, and spitting out countless kinds of dried fruit peels.

Sometimes tranquility is also a force that allows you to be sideways when you are making a loud noise, and to be hit by someone rushing to stop moving. If you exclude architecture, the biggest difference here is the quietness. It seemed that no one had anything to talk about, no one wanted to talk about anything, they only stopped because they were really tired, not because they wanted to say hello to anyone.

So, it's quiet.

And when a door in the southwest corner of the square opened, a commotion rushed out. When the door was bounced back by the cow tendons, all the sound disappeared in an instant. This seems very weird.

It was a frozen three-story building, jutting out of a corner of the square, like the ramming of a ship. And that door is very narrow, and it is also single-opened. This looks very cold in Siam, even if it is a cold door, the people there will design it to be double-opened, okay?

The signature of this small building is a wild boar holding a large oak barrel. A few strange words are engraved on the side of the barrel, and there is a small dragon head there. A smell of wheat blossom permeated the surroundings, and it was the smell of low-alcohol koji.

That's right, it's a tavern, but it's already full in broad daylight. If in Siam, such a person would be dragged back by his daughter-in-law, often accompanied by the crackling sound of a feather duster. What are you kidding, start drinking now, how are you going to live?