If someone is shaken, the whole group is unstable.

The final result is that no matter how vast the force is, one by one obediently fulfilled the gambling contract, the apology that should be apologized, the self-slap that should be slapped, and the naked running that should be streaking.

After fulfilling the gambling contract, everyone made the same decision, which was to leave the Asakusa River beach.

The face has been lost here, so find a place where no one knows you, no one will want to stay here and continue to be humiliated.

When the few people who insulted Meng Ling'er just now kowtowed and slapped her in front of her, and said that they grew their bodies by eating, so their mouths were particularly stinky, Meng Ling'er's heart was refreshed, and her eyes changed a little.

"Miss Meng, why are you looking at me like this?"

"It's nothing, I just don't think you're that annoying. ”

Speechless......

handed Meng Ling'er's two million spirit coins over again: "This is your money, you can take it back." ”

Meng Ling'er's eyes widened: "I think you still hate it so much." ”

As he spoke, he turned around and left.

Cang Da looked dazed, what kind of brain circuit is this girl? I give you money and think I hate it?

Senior Brother Zhou on the side explained with a smile: "Brother Cang, don't mind, my senior sister is very angry, and she is willing to lose the bet." He thinks that if you give her back the money, you look down on her and think she can't afford to lose. ”

Only then did he understand that a girl with such abnormal brain circuits was still such a person.

......

They pitched four tents and surveyed the Asakusa River Beach, and his mission this time was to capture them all, or get them out of here.

On the entire Asakusa River beach, the number of cloud-maned horses is probably two or three hundred, and it is impossible to tame them one by one, even if it is not difficult, there is no time for the vastness.

But the more I think about this, the more strange I feel that the cloud-maned horse is a demon beast, so it has corresponding wisdom. On this Asakusa River beach, in addition to the camp where they were, there were two or three camps, and the total number of people was probably seventy or eighty, and these cultivators were all here to capture the cloud-maned horses.

Even if these monks wouldn't hurt them easily for the sake of profit, it was definitely not a safe environment for the Cloudmane Horse.

Then the question arises, why do these cloud-maned horses insist on staying on this Asakusa River beach?

Artificially profitable, so is the monster, if you want to take risks, there must be something tempting it.

This is a judgment made by Cang Man, and whether this is the case or not requires further investigation.

Xiao Huang didn't know where to go for a walk, but anyway, he still came back on time for dinner.

As it got dark, they went back to their tents.

Finally finding a chance to be alone, he was ready to take another look at the tattoo on his chest.

According to the previous method, the spiritual power was injected into the tattoo on the chest, but there was no response.

Cang felt a little strange and tried to concentrate and touch the tattoo on his chest with his consciousness.

Heaven and earth changed for a while, and the vast expanse came to that mysterious space again.

The huge sacred tree seems to communicate with the sky, and the canopy of the tree is like a large, open dry hand, deep into the endless night sky.

Eight floating islands still hovered around the sacred tree, and only one of them emitted a faint golden light.

I remember that the last time I came here was still daytime, and this time I came here again it was night, which means that this place will also have a change of day and night.

The environment here is no longer what it was when I first came, when it was full of fog, but now the surroundings are suddenly bright.

Thinking of the mist, Cang Miao thought of the chaotic spiritual liquid condensed by the fog, and now that the fog is gone, what about the chaotic spiritual liquid? Will it also disappear?

This is not good news for the vast expanse.

Quickly turned around and looked around, a semicircular altar appeared in front of him.

In the center of the altar, there is a humanoid stone statue, with one hand behind him and the other hand slightly forward.

Cang Mang walked towards the altar and looked up at the stone statue, because Cang Mang came from behind diagonally, and the first thing he noticed was the hand behind the stone statue.

Holding a grass in his hand, the appearance of this grass is very familiar, and it is a ginseng.

"Is this a small ginseng?"

This thought immediately came to his mind, and Cang Mang hurriedly stepped forward to take a look.

This ginseng is indeed a bit similar to small ginseng, to be precise, isn't it almost the same ginseng?

It's just that no matter how finely carved this ginseng is, it never has the charm of the small ginseng.

Turning to the front of the statue, a large vat appeared in front of the statue.

When he came to the vat, he saw something that he was all too familiar with, that is, the Chaos Elixir.

The Chaos Spiritual Liquid is in this vat, but it can cover the bottom of the vat, and the amount is not very much, if you want to bottle it, I am afraid that it will only be more than ten bottles, and it will look like a thousand drops.

This amount can't help but make Cang Mango a little disappointed.

If his thoughts at this time were known to other cultivators, I am afraid that they would all strangle him.

Tick!

A drop of something fell into the water tank, and when I looked up, I saw that the water tank was located just below the finger that the stone statue had lightly pointed.

Cang Mo immediately realized that this chaotic spiritual liquid had fallen from that fingertip.

This harvest made Cang Man's heart suddenly happy, if the judgment was not wrong, then in this water tank, there will be continuous production of chaotic spiritual liquid.

The blank gaze continued to look upwards and landed on the face of the stone statue.

The face of the stone statue seemed to be shrouded in a strange power, and it was impossible to see clearly.

Returning to the stone statue's finger and looking in the direction of the finger, he noticed a large stone book in front of him.

The book is closed at this time, but the vast expanse can recognize the three most conspicuous words at a glance - the Shennong Sutra.

Cang turned his head to look at the stone statue: "Could it be that this person is Shennong?"

Attention returned to the "Shennong Sutra" again, and walked towards the Shennong Sutra, reaching out to touch the huge stone book.

An exercise weirdly appeared in the vast mind, which was the cultivation method of the "Shennong Sutra" taught by Xiao Shen.

The stone book slowly opened, and one by one inscriptions appeared in front of him, some of these inscriptions were bright and some were dark.

Although Cang Mang didn't know what it meant, he instinctively had an idea in his mind, like the idea that was transmitted to him by the Shennong Sutra.

Every time he devours a spirit grass, the inscriptions on this stone book will light up, and when these inscriptions are lit up, the Shennong Sutra will be completed.

His hand was slowly lowered, looking at the magical world in front of him that had become different because he had broken through to the psychic realm, and he became more and more curious about this place.

Everything here is so mysterious and weird, and the chaotic spiritual liquid, which is regarded as a treasure of heaven and earth by cultivators, will continue to be produced here with a stone statue that is suspected to be Shennong.

And all of this can be used by himself, which is the barrier for him to continue to reach higher peaks.

One day, he will be able to become even stronger than his master, so strong that he will trample all his opponents under his feet and live the stable life he wants.

Feeling that he was a little overjoyed, Cang Mang quickly retracted his thoughts.

There are countless geniuses and opportunities in this world, but there are not many people who can laugh to the end, and it is better for me to cultivate with peace of mind.

As the mood calmed down, a feeling of sleepiness hit me, and the blank thoughts took the initiative to retreat.