This is a monk in the early days of foundation building, handsome, magnificent, and seems to have experienced vicissitudes. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info carries a narrow flying sword on his back, and he looks like a sword cultivator. With that sharp eye, it unconsciously makes people feel very stable and subconsciously trusting.

With a look of shame, the young monk hurriedly replied, "Under Zhong Hao." After a pause, he said with a little shame: "That person's money is a matter of loyalty." The five hundred spirit stones promised by Qin Feng's predecessors were already very rich, how could there be any reason not to go all out? Now that he was rewarded so heavily, he was really a little frightened!"

It was all like a dream, just a few days later. I got nearly 10,000 spirit stones, which is really a great opportunity. But I didn't even dare to think about it, and I had a feeling of dreaming.

Qin Feng laughed: "I said you take it, you will take it." Keep it that way, it's just the beginning. The words have already faintly revealed the meaning of solicitation.

Just as he was about to say something more, Long Yu came from the sky, landed beside Qin Feng and leaned over and whispered, "Master, I have brought those abandoned people according to your orders. It will arrive in about two hours. ”

Qin Feng nodded: "Very good." ”

Looking at this group of scattered cultivators again, he said to the dragon, "Didn't you lead them all the time? ”

"Yes!" said Long Jinuo, vaguely guessing something in his heart. went to the bottom of the square and selected the companions who had been following him, and there were more than ten people in total, but they were all qi refiners. In the end, three more foundation building monks were selected from among them, and then they gave up.

Qin Feng frowned slightly: "Is that all?" It's just that, if you don't want more, not too much, the small people will not only not be able to increase their combat power, but will become a hidden danger. Thinking of this, he dismissed him in a few words.

For a while, all the calm cultivators were shocked, shouting one after another, each insisting on their own words:

Someone recommended himself: "Senior Qin Feng, this wild place is surrounded by enemies, let me stay and wish you a hand, right?"

There are also people who follow suit: "And me, and my ......"

Some people even sneered: "Oh, is this going to cross the river and tear down the bridge?"

Some people also pretended to be profound: "Hey, the old man has lost his eyes." It turned out that he was just a short-sighted person, but he made a small achievement. and they will drive the virtuous away......"

They are all the same as all beings, Qin Feng was silent, but he just looked at it with no change in his expression. At last, he turned away without hurry, and commanded the nightmare beside him, "I don't want to see them again in an hour." ”

Nightmare knowingly asked, "What if they don't leave?"

Qin Feng said calmly: "Kill." ”

The conversation between the two was not loud, but all the monks present were listening. For a while, everyone was dumbfounded, and they didn't dare to stir up trouble, even if some of them were full of resentment and greed in their eyes......

The nightmare made a gesture of greeting, but his tone was extremely tough and cold: "Everyone, the contract between us and us has been completed. Please come back. ”

After a long time, someone finally reacted, either snorting a few times, or sneering, or saying a few words about the scene and leaving in twos and threes.

The nightmare is not annoyed, anyway, no matter how much they scold, they can't drop a piece of meat. However, after a cup of tea, all the cultivators dispersed.

"Hmph, the cheap bones really only understand violence!" The evil nightmare snorted coldly, and then turned into its main body and flew towards Qin Feng's location.

But they didn't know that many of these monks had evil thoughts and started to kill people and seize treasures. However, after a few days' journey, there were only one in ten monks who could return to the Matrix Islands, and most of them were foundation building monks. One by one, they were smiling, their hearts were secrets, and the Qiankun bag was filled with tens of thousands of blood-stained spirit stones.

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"Wow......"

When they saw the majestic castle standing in the sky, all the forsaken looked stunned. Many people trembled and even knelt on the ground and bowed.

A few spider-men who led the way were a little impatient, and felt that the trip was delayed, so they wanted to rush forward. However, Zhu Teng stopped, and shouted with a fanatical expression: "Have you seen it? This is my lord, that is, your savior-benefactor-Qin Feng's Immortal Mansion! Look up, worship in awe." Repay our lord's love for you with all that you have, and the pious will be rewarded, and the despicable will be chastened!"

In an instant, several shouts came from among the forsaken, and then they all echoed: "Qin Feng, Qin Feng, Qin Feng......"

A huge wave of sound rushed straight into the sky, and Qin Feng's prestige reverberated in the sky.

Even the spider-men were also fanatical, for them, Qin Feng was the god in their hearts! not only to save their lives, but also to open the door to the world. Everyone firmly believes that this is only the beginning, like a pebble thrown into the lake, which will soon cause ripples to shake the surface of the lake......

Qin Feng stood quietly on the peak of the Floating Mountain, looking at the scene in front of him.

Seeing so many people kneeling on the ground in reverence, reverently shouting their names. An indescribably lofty mood rose in Qin Feng's heart, "Is this what it feels like to be needed and recognized?" In an instant, there were ripples in the Dao heart, and in a trance, it was actually born that even if it was okay to dedicate everything for the sake of these people who needed it.

"Why is this?" Qin Feng was a little puzzled, rationally and clearly told himself that this thought was wrong, but his heart seemed to be longing for "sacrifice".

Glory and glory, the nightmare is also sincerely happy for Qin Feng: "Righteousness, master." It's really good, with so many slaves, you can do a lot!"

Only Danhua, but his expression was a little strange. Suddenly, he said to himself, "So weak, so empty, that you want to entrust your fate to the gods." I can't understand that even ants know that their fate can only be in their own hands. ”

But he felt something in his heart, Qin Feng slowly groaned for a while: "This is the primate, the higher the intelligence, the more you understand your own insignificance and the vastness of the universe." The more wisdom you have, the more questions you have in your heart, and the more confused and painful you become. Because many ultimate questions that will not be answered in a lifetime. That's why I am afraid, so I am in awe of the introspective existence of the unfalsifiable existence of the legend. Believe in the existence of the First God who created all things, and believe that it will guide the lost to return to their arms. This may be what the vast majority of suffering and confused people firmly believe. ”

"But I still have doubts about this. If you are alive, let's do your best to live. Why entrust everything you have to a god who doesn't know if it exists? Haha, if there really is a god, maybe the things of this universe are just a game for it. Perhaps, just like some religions say that it is not the devout believers who pray all day long, but only the few people in the world who have found the truth. Speaking of this, the corner of Qin Feng's mouth smiled a little hideous: "It's like a Gu in an urn." ”

After Qin Feng said that, Danhua looked thoughtful, and covered his mouth and smiled for a long time: "Hehe, what a good opinion." It seems that there are some commonalities between our ideas. Raising his head slightly, his eyes swept mercilessly and contemptuously over the mortals who were still kneeling on the ground, and the coldness in them was like looking down at ants: "Humans, you are really inferior! What is small, what is big, even though all beings in the world are created by a higher being. So must the creation be inferior? Even smaller? Not necessarily, but perhaps the very meaning of the existence of human beings and other things is to answer these ultimate questions. ”

"If you think so. A series of unanswerable questions about who I am, where I came from, and where I am going are all enough. These are questions that even the First God did not know, and even the First God himself wanted to find the answers in us. Or maybe there are other secrets. If you look at it this way, these ultimate questions are not problems. Rather, it is a "weapon" that restricts us, and perhaps the God who created us is still afraid of us. It's like a puppet or summon created by practitioners like us, so are we necessarily stronger than them as "creators"......

"Boom!" Danhua hadn't finished speaking, but he didn't know why. Thunder suddenly erupted in the clear sky, and several lightning bolts intertwined in the clouds, and the clouds were disturbed. Coincidentally, it formed a swirl, like a huge eye.

Qin Feng's color suddenly changed: "Danhua, stop talking." "Whether it's just a coincidence or not. However, such blasphemous acts are best stopped. It's not just because of gods who don't know if they exist, but even if such words are heard by fanatical religious believers, they will invite great trouble.

I saw Danhua looking up at the sky, looking at the whirlpool in the sky, his lips moved slightly, and he emitted a sound wave that could not be heard by human ears: "I, the will of the population, is the god!"

Suddenly there was another thunderclap, and the sky was clear again.

It's coming and going, and it's the spring thunder season.

Without further discussion, Qin Feng spoke again: "Okay, let's talk about this topic later." Let us go down to meet them. Looking down at the dense figures under his feet, Qin Feng had a plan in his heart.

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"With such a large group of people, does my lord plan to let them mine the spiritual veins? Maybe there will be more manpower in the future, uh, it's a trouble to manage. By the way, I heard that the human race governs the common people through criminal laws. I can suggest that the master enact a code. "I have to say that Zhu Teng is sensitive, but he has the potential to be a god, and he thinks so much in an instant.

Finally, the forsaken arrived at the foot of the Floating Immortal Mountain. One by one, they were dumbfounded, and they saw that the land that greeted them was full of messes. It's hard to imagine what kind of big war it has experienced.

Zhu Teng suddenly raised his head as if he felt something. But I saw a group of figures descending from the floating fairy mountain. There was also a giant snake with four people standing on its head, and they descended.

To appease the abandoned people who were disturbed by the giant snake, Zhu Teng immediately led all the spider people and leaned over and said, "Welcome to my lord!"

Qin Feng jumped down and personally supported him: "Zhu Teng, you don't have to be polite. He also cared: "Look at you, your injuries are still unhealed and you are running around, which really makes me feel distressed." I'll go back to recuperate later, if you are tired, who will preside over the overall situation for me in the future?"

Zhu Teng was stunned: "My lord ......" unconsciously felt a sour nose, and his heart was moved, it turned out that my lord cared about me so much. I was very guilty again, and I even wanted to covet my lord's treasure before, and for a while Zhu Teng couldn't wait to slap himself!

It was only after a few words that the attention was turned to the outcast. Looking at their expressions again, it seemed that these people were even more in awe of themselves.

Qin Feng pointed to the land under his feet: "This will be your home from now on." And I will continue to protect you. Do your best, and I will promise you a bright future!"

After saying that, Qin Feng waved his hand, and the monks behind him all understood. Rising against the wind, they have exerted their methods, and for a time the wind howled and the earth surged.

The dilapidated buildings on the ground were blown away, and the thick soil poured out of the ground, building one decent earthen house after another. There are even monks who sprinkle emerald green seeds in their hands and summon spiritual rain, but in an instant, they can see the sprouts of that kind of seeds. Perhaps in the coming year, it will be transformed into a verdant grassland full of life.