The refugees were confused at first, but after the hot porridge was eaten, they all became obedient people.

When my stomach was full, many people cried bitterly and spontaneously thanked the members.

They thought they would die, but they knew the world well. They had lost the ability to be self-reliant and could not hold themselves to their clans as slaves. The rest was actually waiting for death.

The state and the dynasty both care about them, and the rich people, all want to wait for them to starve to death.

But how can people starve to death? After eating everything they can eat on the road, they either kill each other or they can only go crazy and rob the rich people.

After a lot of casualties, they finally fought desperately to rob several small families and survived for a few more days.

But this only angered the rich people even more, and suddenly several families around sent troops to wipe them out and killed them to pieces.

The 400,000 people were just here to collapse and escape. When they came here, they saw Sister You waiting for a few monks who were so tall that they were extremely desperate, so they planned to fight their best.

As a result, after a roundabout way, I actually had a full meal. In the infinite darkness, I suddenly saw a trace of light, and I felt so grateful.

"The civilians are the immortals..."

"Make porridge to help the disaster..."

“Protect refugees…”

Several immortals who were flying around to promote the promotion of swords, said a lot, but they couldn't remember other things, but they could hear these keywords sincerely.

They knelt on the ground and cried, shouting that they were alive and true immortals.

But there were too many people, and those who had dinner in front of him were able to block the people behind him with a kneeling kneeling.

Mr. Gou fell to the ground and yelled directly: "Don't eat too much. Don't eat too much. Keep making porridge if you can move. Others can free up the seat for those behind to eat."

"You guys, help maintain order, hurry up!"

Mr. Gou pulled and kicked, and he was not vague when he beat and scolded him. He finally let the refugees who had finished eating out of their position, and some clever ones also came forward to help.

As more and more people helped, the scene became more and more orderly.

The identity of immortal cultivators is very deterrent, especially when they heard that they were ordinary people cultivating immortals and promised to protect them. The refugees suddenly felt hope and became much more honest.

Many refugees obviously haven't eaten for too long.

Everyone was so hungry that no one looked like anyone else, as thin as a pair of dry bones. The refugees took a large bowl of hot porridge, and regardless of whether they were hot or not, they poured them into their stomachs.

Often after eating, I still want to continue eating, staring at the big pot filled with hot porridge in the distance.

But after being hungry for too long, how could you overeat? You were dragged away by others and slapped twice in disobediently. Mr. Gou wandered around the porridge scene with a golden sword, holding some young and strong-willed who seemed to be strong to maintain order to avoid chaos.

Even so, Mo Qiongfei was in the air and saw many refugees coming from afar. Before he could walk to the front of the porridge, he could not get up.

Mo Qiong flew down and saw that he was dead.

Some refugees even had just drunk a bowl of hot porridge and showed a satisfied smile, and their heads tilted, then died...

"Supreme immortal... Help..." An old man like a skeleton knelt in front of Mo Qiong with a coma on his back.

The girl was unconscious and couldn't drink the porridge. She had everything she had to live in front of her, but she was still dying, and there were many people in the 400,000 people.

Mo Qiong's thoughts changed rapidly and suddenly thought, can the magic power of the immortal cultivator maintain vitality?

When he thought of it, Mo Qiong immediately moved his soul slightly and passed over a wisp of magic power.

Not to mention, magic power is full of vitality and seems to be able to make up for all the nutrients and energy needed by the human body.

Mo Qiong's soul could see that the cells absorbed a little magic power, as if they were nourished.

"No wonder the cultivator fasts the valley. Magic power can maintain life without digesting grains and then converting them into heat to supply cells." Mo Qiong's eyes lit up.

Mo Qiong repeated this and gave many refugees who could not hold on to the point of being able to hold on. Finally, they stabilized them and allowed them to persevere until they had a meal.

"The magic power can save people, and you can help me!" Mo Qiong quickly informed Sister You and others about the situation.

When everyone heard this, they hurriedly helped people everywhere.

However, soon, Sister You and others were squeezed dry.

There are too many people, and they have too few magic powers.

"Oh... no wonder." Sister You pointed to the vast sea of ​​Renhai and said: "The immortal path has unique productivity. It is not that it cannot benefit the people, but that immortal cultivators are unwilling to do it. Magic power is one of their foundations. Before the mortal Niwan Palace is opened, magic power cannot be retained, and it will dissipate after passing it once. The magic power that can maintain immortal cultivators do not eat for a day can only last for a moment in the body of mortals."

"In this way, the cultivators will not disperse the untouchables in their eyes for nothing, but just maintain their vitality. Such things can be eaten with enough food, and they don't want to do it."

"Although we are willing to do it, there are 400,000 people. Not to mention our Yuanshen Stage, even the Yuanying and Yuanshen Stages cannot disperse. A few hundred people are enough to squeeze us dry."

If you want to keep energy in the mortal body for a long time, it is not a spiritual object, but it must be a pill.

The monks in this world have also created things like fasting pills.

It has the same effect as magic power to save people from their lives. They use spiritual energy to supply vitality, but will not dissipate easily. Even for mortals, the pills will lock the magic power in their bodies for a long time and continue to supply them, which is equivalent to the human body's energy storage battery.

Ordinary people eat one pill but don’t eat anything for a month. However, things like fasting pills are difficult to popularize, and hundreds of thousands of pills cannot be mass-produced and then distributed to refugees.

There is no immortal cultivator who will do this, wasting a lot of time and materials, and it is hard to make hundreds of thousands of refugees not have to eat for a month: Am I sick? Are you finished eating? Do you want to waste me refining an alchemy?

This is not a world where all nations cultivate immortals.

"Oh..." Mo Qiong's magic power was exhausted and he calmly absorbed the spiritual energy.

He immersed himself in his consciousness and looked inside the Niwan Palace. He suddenly caught a glimpse of the lotus platform holding his soul...

"Huh? In addition to elixirs, spiritual objects can also be... Is this a spiritual object?" Mo Qiong's mind moved and directly controlled his soul to skim the lotus petals and shot it out of the Niwan Palace.

"Swish!" A few green lights fell on the palm of your eyebrows. Mo Qiong saw that it was really a plant!

It contains vigorous energy and has a substantial touch when held in the palm of your hand.

"With the adaptive seeds, I really planted strange flowers and plants in my Niwan Palace! Is there a field in the Niwan Palace?" Mo Qiong was shocked and then was overjoyed.

Isn’t this a spiritual object? No matter whether it is an innate spiritual root or something, it is absolutely true that this green lotus is a treasure of heaven and earth.

Mo Qiong pinched a piece of it, bounced his fingers and shot it at a dying refugee, which penetrated into his mouth.

The refugee was shocked, his face suddenly turned rosy, as if a strong energy filled his body. He suddenly became much more energetic, and his body no longer shook and trembled.

Mo Qiong's soul investigated, the refugee was energetic, and a lotus petal slowly melted in his body, but the progress could last at least for more than ten days.

"Good thing! Master Gou! The spiritual roots planted by the seeds, picking their thumbs and making them look like fasting pills." Mo Qiong shouted hurriedly.

After hearing this, Mr. Gou also reacted and scraped a few leaves out of his mind.

Since he and Mo Qiong farmed in the Niwan Palace, they have not cultivated their souls. They have spent all their time absorbing spiritual energy and feeding them to the spiritual roots, because his tree and Mo Qiong Qinglian are much more efficient in digesting spiritual energy than their souls.

The two men were quickly squeezed out the magic power of the people, but the spiritual roots grown from the seeds could still be cut off many more pieces.

"What is this?" Sister You and the others asked hurriedly.

Mo Qiong told him about the fact that he tried to put seeds in the Niwan Palace, and everyone was immediately overjoyed.

In reality, containment objects and derivatives are often like cheating. Adaptive seeds can plant ordinary wheat under them and elixirs on them. Now that we have reached the world of immortal cultivation, the parasitic Niwan Palace has planted spiritual roots like heavenly and earthly treasures.

"You can't feed this way enough for 400,000 people. See if it can dissolve in water!" Sister You suggested.

Bosnia and Herzegovina also suggested that he knew that all the strange flowers and plants could be made into tea.

Mo Qiong tried it and it was OK. A few lotus petals were kneaded into powder and soaked in a large pot of water, which immediately turned into a pot of spiritual soup.

Although the effect is diluted, it is enough to let refugees die for a while. Mortals still have to rely on grains and grains to survive.

Mr. Gou made a pot of spiritual soup, and Mo Qiong sprinkled it out. For this reason, the bark of the spiritual tree in the Niwan Palace was stripped naked, and the leaves and branches were picked.

I saw Mo Qiong use his soul to lift the liquid and shoot it out drop by drop, and each drop fell into a different person's mouth.

For a moment, the sky was filled with flowers and rain, Mo Qiong wandered over the vast crowd, constantly splashing spiritual liquid.

Whether it is moving or unconscious or dying, the liquid is forcibly taken from the mouth, which is extremely accurate. If the mouth is too tight, it will be fine if it is shot on the lips.

Although I can't last long for a few grams of spiritual liquid alone, I can still get the time to wait until I can queue up to drink porridge.

"Sister You! There is a large army approaching the northwest!" Just when the 400,000 refugees could eat porridge alive, Jiang Long reported his mental power.

Jiang Long kept guarding the periphery, just to prevent an enemy from coming, and now he is indeed here.

"How many people? Are there any immortal cultivators?" Sister You asked. She was not panicked. Even if they were not good at doing well, their technological weapons would not be covered. Unless there was a high-level monk who was idle and came to kill refugees.

"There is only one who cultivates immortals. I don't know the realm, but he wants to fight with me..." Jiang Long said.

Mo Qiong immediately said, "I'll go!"

Sister You asked, "Be careful! If you lose, our high-energy plasma cannon will support you!"
Chapter completed!