"Boss Ye~"

Wang Dong snapped his fingers very simply.

Things that can be solved in the simplest way are never Boyi. This is Wang Dong's style.

Ye Yueyi understood it.

Six winding ancestral witches made a brilliant debut again.

Swish!

With the generation of gray frozen mist unique to the undead creatures, six strange spiritual pressures enveloped most of the areas where these rookies monks were located below.

"What happened?"

"What the hell is this?"

The monks in the Blessed Land of Yuyama and the Blessed Land of Wangwu are exceptions.

They were far away from the cliff. Although they were not shrouded in the spiritual pressure of the six winding ancestor witches, a unique breath of silence still made them feel fear from their hearts.

Next, in the blink of an eye, they found that the monks in the blessed land of the moon and the blessed land of the clouds were no longer moved.

In professional terms in the world of cultivation, it is obvious that he is in a state of rigidity.

"Let them go."

Wang Dong winked at Oscar.

To him, these rookies are just a group of mosquitoes, and they don’t have much meat even after slaughtering them.

The most important thing is trouble.

The cultivation world is very taboo to entangle and entanglement, and pay attention to the mind as a mirror and not stained with fine spider webs. Any monk who deals with like stepping on death ants on the way of practice will not leave any fluctuations in his mood at that time, but such subtle memories will become disasters at some critical moments of the future practice.

Therefore, there are several sects who practice the most simply.

When they reached the critical stage of breaking through the Golden Pill, the Nascent Soul or the Transformation of God, they were fortunate to cut off all their memories with their skills.

This is called killing three lives.

To put it bluntly, it means turning yourself into a blank paper person with empty heads, and there is nothing but cultivation.

The most dangerous thing about this kind of exercise is that the master must have an absolute trust in the master to protect him, telling you how to condense the golden elixir or the Nascent Soul exercises, and after the breakthrough is successful, you may even gradually teach him or try to re-owned the memories he recorded.

In the history of the world of cultivation, there are many pitiful people who have been deceived and turned into idiots.

The highest level of pretending to be Boyi is to leave no embarrassment or traces in your heart after pretending to be done.

Oscars are best at observing words and expressions.

There is no doubt that the long historical heritage of the Wind Fly Man has brought him not only his IQ and knowledge, but also his extremely high emotional intelligence.

He already understood Wang Dong's look.

"Then please bother the boss's wife."

He smiled flatteringly at Ye Yueyi.

Ye Yui smiled slightly and casually collected six ancestral witches.

There was a "slam".

The rookies at the bottom of the cliff were far inferior to Mu Hongyu and the four Daolangs. The spiritual pressure of the winding clan witch was relaxed, and most of them fell to the ground. One-third of the monks even had direct incontinence and were flowing with fat and water.

"The constipation is the gospel."

Oscar muttered gloatingly, lifted up the two generations of snails, letting them block forward like shields, just straightened their waists and poked out half of their faces.

"Great alien monks, our small world has been peaceful for a long time. The races in our small world are all peace-loving wise races. We have no intention of fighting with you. The tides of energy here will change soon, so you should hurry up and go home."

Oscar's voice is very implication and affectionate, just like a father in the distance summoning a wanderer.

But this tone is indeed a bit inconsistent with such a rich and crazi scene. Especially when he heard that the races in this small world love peace, all the female warriors of the Barkha tribe sneered.

The rookie monks in the Yuelun Blessing Land and the Qiyun Blessing Land both hesitated for one or two breaths.

Then he began to retreat with a pissing flow.

This is the real piss.

But it did not retreat.

People are animals that live in groups, and there are many people that make people feel safe.

The monks under the cliff unconsciously retreated to the area where Chen Rong and Lin Meisao were located.

The air is filled with the smell of a pit.

These monks were still hesitating, but this Huiming Mountain suddenly became a mess.

The winding people who were responsible for guarding the Yanlan Mountain area had already emerged.

They couldn't believe that it felt like they had just entered a pit. This small world had completely changed. The Bark and Wind Flyers who had fought for countless thousands of years had actually completed a harmonious racial fusion, and the Oscar, the only three generations of the Wind Flyers, had been named the King of Wind Flyers.

but!

I can't believe it, but I can't believe it, the emotional intelligence and reaction speed of these snail people is fast enough.

These winding men only took several breaths and climbed from all corners of the Mingshan Mountain to around Oscar and Wang Dong, and gave a wave of worship and pleasing.

"No wonder so many powerful races in the history of the cultivation world have become extinct, but a weak race like the Wind Fly Man has always existed." The three brothers of the Ye family sighed. With the harmony of Wind Fly Man soaring to the wind, it is probably difficult to extinct.

"Come on, Yueguan, come and pay homage to the boss!"

Oscar had a sharp-eyed eye and found a relatively kind-hearted man directly from the back end of these man.

This winding man is a little unkempt, and the clothes on his body have probably not been washed for a long time, and a layer of white looks like salt dirt.

"Oh...the emperor!"

This Yue Pass is a bit flattered.

"The key is to call the boss!" Oscar pointed to Wang Dong beside him.

"Boss!" Yueguan was a little scared and rubbed his hands. He didn't dare to look at Wang Dong, but he asked embarrassedly, "Can you continue to let me do my intelligence collection work?"

"Of course." Wang Dong felt that Yueguan was a typical otakus, which was interesting and couldn't help but smile. "But we should give priority to helping me summarize and sort out the information I need. In addition, in the future, the scale of the soul wandering of the serpent will be at least doubled, and the soul wandering of the serpentent will no longer be limited to Xiaohongshan Prefecture."

"Let's go?"

Yueguan's eyes suddenly widened to the extreme.

In the next second, he bowed his head, and his forehead and rocks were knocking loudly.

"The boss is wise, the boss is Shenwu, the boss is over Niu Boyi!"

"I don't like to beat that." Wang Dong smiled.

This Yueguan is obviously a true expression of love.

He is obviously a typical voyeurist.

Just as Yueguan was so grateful to the new boss, a pair of eyes quietly stared at Oscars among the crowd of monks who were full of the smell of the toilet below.

The owner of these eyes is a female cultivator next to Lin Meisaki.

She is a female cultivator who looks too ordinary and blessed by the king's house. Compared to Lin Misaki not far away, she is a real match girl with a dusty feeling.

But her eyes were extremely bright at this time.
Chapter completed!