Two bó sheets of paper, a bag, that's all.

The two million magic crystals were untouched, but the void was gone: Thirteen Lang looked at it and thought about it, guessing that she was left for Ding Dong, and his heart moved slightly.

Void God Scatter is of course a good thing, and it is mostly seen in the hands of spiritual cultivators: however, judging from the woman's tone, the Sansheng Clan should be very powerful, how can there be a lack of elixir to help the elixir?

After thinking about it, she couldn't find a reason, and Thirteen Lang could only think that she was leaving it as a memorial, and besides, it was better than nothing, and it might not really have any meaning.

"Think of the good in everything. He said silently, his voice a little hoarse.

He thought over the whole process from the beginning several times, chewed on the words the woman had said to Clankle a few times, made sure not a word was missing, and then stood up.

"Two hundred years of godhood"... Sounds like ..."It's hard to look like. ”

If someone else hears this, he will definitely spit on him. A monk who experienced a spring dream and inexplicably condensed the golden pill said that he was going to turn into a god within two hundred years, and no matter how he looked at it, he should be struck by lightning.

Jusan Lang stood up, put away the bag, put away the two pieces of bó paper, his movements were not fast or slow, and he didn't seem to be abnormal.

His expression was still calm, his mood had calmed from Yudan's ecstasy, and even his eyes had become indifferent. However, if you can see the depths, you can see a trace of tiredness in his eyes, and more indifference than before.

It was a feeling of ignorance and emptiness, but behind the hollowness, there was a trace of violent flames jumping.

After cleaning up the table, Shisai Shisanlang turned around, put away the piles of haode "sundries" on the ground one by one, and placed them properly.

He walked out of the ashram and looked at the ash, and when he saw that it was indeed not in danger of dying, he was relieved. He opened up another quiet room, arranged some rough forbidden formations, and then placed the queen ant whose body had turned blue there, and put some of the corpses of those flying ants in it, and let the queen arrange for the worker ants to eat them and finally feed them back to the queen.

These flying ants absorbed magic power and died, but they were married because of it, obviously because of that inexplicable aura. Thirteen Lang couldn't think of a reason, and he didn't bother to think about it: he fed the flying ants to the queen ant, and then only looked at the queen's judgment and creation: if it died because of this, it would be providential.

After everything was arranged, Shisanlang left the cave to find that Ah Gong had been back for a few days. It turned out that his advance like a demon beast sleeping this time had taken several days.

Realizing this, Thirteen Lang's original idea of tracking was completely extinguished, and he simply buried it and them in his memory. He told Ah Gong that Ding Dong had left, so that they should not worry about it, and asked casually what happened that night. After learning that there had been a change in the sky but did not attract anyone's attention, Thirteen Lang was completely relieved.

In today's situation, the fate of Thirteen Lang is closely related to Mu Jiazhai, and he doesn't have to worry about any leaks. Ah Gong had already made some arrangements before, and now there are more supplementary measures that are not worth worrying about.

After instructing Ah Gong a few words, he revealed the matter, returned to the cave, and really devoted himself to the pre-hunting preparations.

Time flies in a flash, spring goes to the summer solstice, summer goes to autumn and comes again; after several degrees of wind and rain, the day of autumn hunting is getting closer and closer.

Autumn is often considered to be the harvest season, when crops ripen and prey is at its fattest, people's homes are stockpiled, their minds are open-minded, and their smiles are naturally more.

This year's autumn is different from the past.

In the vast land of the Demon Domain, cities began to be noisy, but there was not much excitement, but there was no more "sail ☆ no harm in the starry night", less festivity, and more tragedy. There was an inaudible smell of blood in the air, and if a human was unconscious, a demonic beast with a keen spirit would whimper and tremble from its soul. ...,

It is the result of the condensation of hundreds of millions of people, formless and substantial, but everywhere, soaking everyone's soul.

People walk with a bad spirit, talk with a bad spirit, eat, drink, sleep, and dress with an anxious evil spirit.

Because they know that they or those related to them are going to face the enemy of the whole race, a demon mosquito!

There are more people in some cities, and there are more people in some mountains, valleys, rivers, caves: correspondingly fewer people in some places, cottages, villages, towns, and so on. The entire Demon Domain seems to be carrying out a migration of unparalleled scale, people come out from all corners, gather to various designated places, silently wait for the moment of arrival at hundreds of gathering points, a total of more than 10 million people, all of them are the strongest people in the clan; It can be said that the Autumn Hunting Operation has almost drained the grassroots liliang of the Demon Domain, and it is a battle for the whole clan!

Not everyone has the courage to sing generously and sadly, and since it is a parting, there will inevitably be sorrow and sorrow that will spread: if the tribes are already poor and weak, they will be sad and dazed because of the loss of the strong, and if they are lost in the wild, they will not know where the road of tomorrow is.

Not one in ten!

The cold and cruel numbers tell people that this is a parting destined to be drowned by a sea of blood, and in the coming year, there are destined to be countless sacrifices composed of life to nourish hundreds of millions of people, and the most abundant harvest will be ushered in.

The high sun in the sky is no longer bright, but carries a layer of melancholy clouds: the sky and the earth are surrounded by silk clouds, floating and converging, turning into a veil of bóbó. No matter where you are, you can always hear a faint cry in your ears, which is everywhere and difficult to dissolve, and can only be passed away by endless years.

Huoyun Valley, located between Wuli City and Huoyun Mountain, is also the entrance of the Burning Spirit Clan into the Land of Dream Departure, and all the people who participated in the autumn hunt gathered here, just waiting for the magic circle to open and open the door to another shijie.

It is also the gateway to death.

There really is a gate, an illusory gate composed purely of formations, a deep gate that is hundreds of feet tall and a hundred meters wide.

The four monks sat cross-legged in the air, holding the quadrangle array flag in their hands, and Tu Chang sat in the center, holding the main array plate and waiting quietly. Opening the Land of Dreams is a matter for the whole clan, and the time of the entire Demon Domain is the same, and their main task here is to open the formation, send 10,000 warriors into it, and have the responsibility of overseeing.

In front of the door was a sea of people, there were monks, body refiners, and some magic pets that could not be put away. At this time, dozens of auxiliary deacons were handing out talismans to them as a pointing point after entering.

The Land of Dream Separation is very large, but it is believed to be divided into different regions, and the Burning Spirit Clan and the Demon Soul and other five clans are jointly responsible for the Land of Ten Thousand Miles. Once inside, people scatter to all corners, and after completing their assigned tasks, they rely on this sigil to find their way home.

The distribution of talisman seals begins in silence and ends in repression: people take the light and bó talisman paper, put it in their arms, and their faces begin to move.

When the matter comes, the only way to fight to the death is to fight to the death and fight a way back to the hometown! Everyone's heart thinks like this, and when the murderous spirit of 10,000 people gathers together, it has the potential to soar to the sky. Some of the monsters began to roar, as if they couldn't take it anymore and wanted to rush in and fight. People are gearing up, and there is a faint sound of clamour.

At the edge of the crowd, Mai Shaofei and Shisanlang stood side by side, followed by ten strong men with cold expressions, who were also waiting. ...,

"Thousands of troops, quite spectacular?" Mai Shaofei's face was slightly red, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"I don't think so. ”

Thirteen Lang shook his head lightly and said lightly, "Bring it." ”

Sichuan is not finished. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. PS: Two thousand three hundred words of hydrology, no bright spots...... , a little depressed: the series was written too hard, so now it's a little out of strength, and after the last chapter is written, my brain seems to be suddenly empty, and I can't hold back the words. I almost threw up on my keyboard after writing this chapter, but this is only a transitional chapter, not a big deal. That's it for today, comb through the details of the autumn hunt in the evening, and be sure to write this copy. In other words, I wrote more than 2 million words of Xianxia, this is the first real copy, what an outlier!

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"Tang Brick" novel author: Xiao and 2 (No. 1 on the new book list)

Yun Ye has always thought that he is a super polar lover, even if he puts himself on Mars, he will kidnap Martians and let them send them to Earth. Now that I'm in trouble, how can I go back from the second year of Zhenguan to the year 210 AD?

The entire Datang Dynasty is a huge pit, Li Er pits him, Li Chengqian pits him, Cheng Fairy pits him, the Bull Demon King pits him, and even a generation of virtuous queens and eldest grandsons also pit him. There are no good people in the Tang Dynasty! There are still days to live, and there are gray-haired grandmothers to be honored, and there are eight younger sisters who want dowries. As a high-ranking nobleman, Yun Ye felt that Yali Mountain was big.

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