At night, Montaigne tossed and turned and couldn't sleep.

The small courtyard that suddenly quieted down made him a little uncomfortable.

Suddenly, someone fell into the courtyard.

Montaigne laughed helplessly, thinking to himself who came to steal the medicine, if he really didn't look at his nature, would he be able to tolerate anyone?

But before Montaigne could turn over and get out of bed, the comer actually shot directly, broke open the door and rushed in.

Montaigne lay motionless on the bed, pressed by him like a mortal, knocked unconscious with one palm, and flew into the sky.

"Xuantian Sect's vigilance is too bad, right? I was captured alive like this? ”

Not far away, Montaigne narrowed his eyes and looked down.

The peaks of the Xuantian Sect were already in the distance, and the patrolling monks flew around in the sky, but like the blind man, they did not find the intruder.

Montaigne turned his back to the visitor and asked lazily:

"Why are you capturing me alive? Wouldn't it be better to kill it directly? ”

"Huh?"

The person carrying Montaigne did not expect Montaigne to wake up and slash it again.

Montaigne sensed the other party's intentions and quickly stopped it.

"Hey! Stop it! If you fight again, it's rotten! If I want to scream, I have already screamed as soon as I leave the house, and in order to save my life, I can't scream when I die! ”

The man paused, and without saying a word, carried Montaigne and continued to fly.

Montaigne waited for a while and did not see the other party speak, and then asked:

"Who are you? can evade the vigilance of Xuantian Sect, and his strength is not bad. It's boring to fly, let's chat. ”

There was no sound of talking, only the sound of more violent wind pouring into the ears.

Montaigne smiled, closed his eyes and fell asleep, and after a while he let out a soft snoring sound.

When he opened his eyes again, it was already daylight, and Montaigne turned his head to look at the unfamiliar scenery below.

But the speed is still continuing, and I don't know where the other party is going to take him.

Turning his head vigorously to look at the other party, Montaigne smiled faintly:

"Who are you? Wearing the clothes of Xuantian Sect, he looked at Mian Sheng. ”

"Xuantian Sect is so big, you don't go out every day, how many people can you know? Just call me Ryushin. ”

"Ryushin? What a strange name. ”

Montaigne knew that the other party was using a pseudonym, but he didn't care, he continued to ask:

"Where are we going? What do you want me to do? You see that I'm so cooperative, I have to get to the bottom of it. ”

"I can't let you continue to stay in Xuantian Sect and help those fools improve their strength."

"You think too much of me, don't you? What can I do as a mortal? If I really have the ability, can I still be caught by you obediently? ”

"Humph! You are a mortal, but you are a different mortal! You are the chosen God! ”

Montaigne's eyes widened, and he tried to bow his hand to Ryushen,

"Wow! The Chosen Godman? What a great title, thank you! ”

Ryushen didn't like Montaigne's performance of pretending to be crazy and stupid, and snorted coldly:

"Less of this! I don't have Qi Yuanhong's good patience. If you don't cooperate with the place, then there is only a dead end! ”

Montaigne agreed,

"Cooperate, I will cooperate! Absolutely satisfying you! ”

After several days, Montaigne was taken into a small mountain village, where men and women were ploughing and weaving, and chickens and dogs were singing, and it seemed to be peaceful.

But Montaigne's face turned cold, and the non-stop nonsense along the way disappeared at this time.

"You're keen, and you're noting?"

"Demon Gate, you guys are so ruthless! Don't forget that you're Terrans too! Montaigne looked at the dozen or so people surrounding him and said lightly.

Ryushin chuckled and placed Montaigne on the ground,

"Those who achieve great things are not informal! For the sake of the human race to dominate the world, what is it to sacrifice some mortals? Those so-called righteous ways must be killed cleanly! ”

Among the crowd gathered around, an extremely beautiful woman giggled.

"This is what you call the Chosen God? It's pretty handsome. ”

"Without further ado, the people are handed over to you! Hurry up and give me a few heads, I only left Xuantian Sect after receiving the demon killing task! Evacuate all the people at point nine. ”

The beautiful woman glanced back, and the dozen or so men behind her suddenly held their heads with both hands and twisted them down with a click.

Vast expanses of blood gushed out, and their bodies slammed to the ground.

"Watts! What kind of cult are you? ”

Montaigne took a few long jumps to avoid the blood that was flowing under his feet.

"Humph! For the sake of the Terrans! For the ideal! What is this sacrifice? ”

Ryushin grabbed the head on the ground and hurried away.

"Little brother~ You talk very interesting! What does Watts Hair mean? ”

The beautiful woman walked up to Montaigne, put her soft arm on Montaigne's shoulder, and rubbed her fingers lightly.

Montaigne smiled strangely, as if fascinated by the woman's appearance,

"Exclamations, meaningless. For example, I can say now, sister, you are so beautiful with Watts. ”

The beautiful woman covered her mouth and chuckled, ten thousand styles are really intoxicating,

"My little brother is so nice to talk to, come with my sister! As long as you are obedient, my sister is reluctant to torture you. ”

Montaigne followed behind the woman, her thin waist swinging step by step, and her plump and straight buttocks trembling step by step, so that Montaigne couldn't help but praise again:

"Sister, you have an ecstasy appearance, and you are hiding in a village under the jurisdiction of the righteous path, so you are not afraid of attracting the attention of the righteous pervert?"

"Ouch ~ righteous pervert? Brother, you are really getting closer to my sister's heart when you speak. My sister is not usually like this, but like this! ”

The beautiful woman turned suddenly, and an old woman with an ugly face appeared in front of Montaigne, covered with a foul smell instead of a fragrant fragrance.

"Gross! Come on! Did you fall into the 10,000-year-old pit and just climb out? Gott ~ vomit ~ "

Montaigne covered his mouth and nose, ran away, and then bent over and retched to the side of the road.

"Humph!"

Transformed into a beautiful woman's appearance reappeared.

She saw that Montaigne's bile was about to spit out, so she nodded slightly and said, "It's strange, you really don't have any cultivation at all." ”

Montaigne straightened up, wiped the saliva from the corners of his mouth, and said breathlessly:

"Sister, don't be tempted. You just have to give me as much as I want. ”

Montaigne was locked up in the ancestral hall of the village, and eight big men stood around.

The request of the Demon Gate is also very simple, that is, to let Montaigne explain the facts, how the seven peerless spiritual roots were created.

Now everyone does not doubt that seven peerless spiritual roots appeared in Linhe Village at once, and they must have something to do with Montaigne.

And seven people can be temporarily combined to become a hundred-fold more powerful gourd King Kong, which is even more incredible.

This is also the main reason why Momen suddenly kidnapped Montaigne.

Montaigne didn't mean to quibble at all, but poured beans and confessed all the facts.

"I'm not from this world, I'm from a place called Blue Star. There are artifacts everywhere, countless spiritual treasures, and pulling a single grass can make the people of this world achieve peerless spiritual roots. ”

"The seven peerless spiritual roots are just a handful of gourd seeds that I brought, so I call them gourd babies."

"Oh, I'm just a farmer, growing some cash crops to improve my life. Where did I think that there is a magical world like yours, so that I, a poor peasant at the bottom of society, also have the opportunity to turn over and sing. ”

"Give me a handful of seeds, and give you back a good field! It's my racial gift. Bring me any good stuff, I'll definitely plant you unexpected treasures! ”

……

In the rambling and chattering, Montaigne used absolute sincerity to tell the truth that people absolutely did not believe.

"Fuck your shit!"

The man sitting next to the beautiful woman slapped the table and stood up.

"! Are we stupid when this kid is? Make up story after story! Also fucking crossover! Kill and feed the dog directly! ”

The beautiful woman sat on the chair and did not move, but her tone was equally unkind, "Little one! You're good at kidding! I pulled out your tongue and see how you still tell jokes! ”

Montaigne spread his hands and said helplessly:

"It's all the truth, but you don't believe it. Then I'll have to come up with another set of rhetoric to cater to your need to hear lies. ”

"Stinky boy, I'll pinch you to death!"

The man couldn't take it anymore and jumped up and went straight to Montaigne.

The beautiful woman stood up and grabbed the man's arm,

"Don't worry! It doesn't matter if he doesn't want to say it, Qiu Lao is already on his way, we just need to be optimistic about him. ”

Montaigne smiled and kindly persuaded the two,

"It's better to let Qiu Lao not come, he will be very disappointed."

"Humph!"

The man glared at Montaigne and left side by side with the beautiful woman.

"Hey! Don't go! Let's talk a little longer, I have more exciting stories! ”

Montaigne shouted at the backs of the two.

As soon as the two left, there were only eight big men left in the ancestral hall.

Sixteen eyes stared at Montaigne without blinking.

As soon as Montaigne took a step, the eight of them raised their axes in unison.

"Strange! If you're afraid I'll resist, why don't you tie me up? Now let my hands and feet be free, can't I walk around? ”

With a shake of his hand, Montaigne walked around the ancestral hall, one side of the shelf was full of spirit tablets, more just pieces of paper with names written on them, and they were pasted on the wall in layers.

Montaigne flipped through the pieces of paper at will,

"You killed the whole village, and the names of those people aren't here, are they?"

No one spoke.

Montaigne continued to look at it, muttering to himself,

"You have killed so many innocent people, will their resentful spirits come to ask for their lives? Don't monks talk about the cycle of cause and effect? ”

"Shut up!" Finally someone couldn't help it.

Montaigne seemed to be taken aback, quickly put down the name tag in his hand, and returned to the stool to sit obediently in a trembling manner.

But he is like an idle ADHD patient, his eyes wandering around in the ancestral hall.

These demon apostles, pretending to be villagers, are still a bit inadequate.

The ancestral hall, which should be clean and tidy, looks clean in general, and there are still a lot of weeds emerging from the corners and corners, and even the young seedlings in the bricks on the ground are tenaciously green.

"What a baby!"

Montaigne's sudden shouting startled the eight big men.

They wielded their axes and looked at Montaigne with great interest.

Montaigne seemed to have fallen into an evil spirit, and was not afraid of the cold and shining sharp weapons, so he jumped up and ran in the direction of the ancestral altar.

Rushing to the altar, Montaigne plucked a half-inch-long grass seedling and eagerly stuffed it into his mouth.

The turquoise grass juice flowed down the corners of her mouth, exuding a fragrance that was even more intoxicating than that of a beautiful woman.

The eight strong men who gathered around were stunned together, twitching their noses vigorously and sniffing around.

"What is this? It smells so good! ”

One of them had a happy smile on his face, and the axe in his hand fell to the ground with a thud.

This crisp sound woke several people up at the same time.

They hurried to calm their minds and shouted towards Montaigne,

"What are you eating? Spit it out! ”

Montaigne ignored their words, and chewed vigorously as he lifted the drape from the altar, revealing more and longer green grass underneath.

With a cheer, Montaigne burrowed his head under the altar, pulled with both hands, tore off a handful of blades of grass and stuffed it into his mouth.

The fragrance in the ancestral hall is stronger, and every breath makes people feel comfortable, and they can't help but sleep soundly.

"You come out for me!"

A large man dragged Montaigne by the legs and dragged him out from under the altar.