Chapter 166 Farming Slave

Zhibai's butt trunk trembled and his butt was very electric.

"This stupid Boyi."

Several snailed men behind Oscar covered their mouths and burst into laughter.

They are the soul wanderers responsible for targeting these five attacks on the pioneer raiders.

Some people can’t hide their treasures when they have them.

This Zhibai is a typical example.

Even if I hide the magic weapon secretly in my butt groove, when I am alone, I can't help but take it out and take it out, as if I'm afraid it will deteriorate.

"How do you know?"

Zhibai shook his butt and looked at Oscar with a dazed look on his face.

Oscar smiled reservedly, with a look of a paradise.

Tingyu and the other four people looked at Zhibai in disbelief.

The four of them didn't know Zhibai's magic weapon, but the more they did, the more they seemed to be full of mystery and weirdness.

How could the other party know?

"He knows the power of the soul?"

"Before the world knows it?"

These four foundation-building cultivators could not even imagine that the Suzaku Clan had a natural soul wandering. What appeared in their minds were the methods that only the god-transforming masters could have.

"Don't talk nonsense anymore. Take it out and wash it quickly, don't have the smell of shit."

Two snail men held two homemade harpoons and slapped them, with naked contempt in their eyes.

They have seen many things like hiding the crotch of the spirit sand bag, but they have also seen the magic treasures hiding the butt groove for the first time.

Zhibai's movements were extremely stiff.

But the more you practice to a higher level, the more you understand what a person is under the eaves and has to bow his head.

His two fingers shook and stretched backwards, pulling out a thin piece of golden bamboo slips.

"Wash!"

The two mermaids used a little force and made two red marks on his chest.

Zhibai's face twitched.

Cultivators are no more than mortals. Especially in the foundation-building period, they have long been feeding on the spiritual energy of heaven and earth and drinking with spiritual dew and medicine. Their body is wrapped and refined like spiritual medicine, and there is no strange smell. But he had to do it as he did. It was really like this golden piece of gold clamped with two fingers and passed through the water, like a fat cow.

"What's this?"

Oscar was still a little disgusted and asked a winding man beside him to take it first.

This golden piece looks just like a piece of gold, with the broken stalks around it, looking like a fragment, and there is no amazing spiritual energy throughout the body, only a few ancient runes that I can't understand.

"I" Zhibai's mouth twitched imperceptibly, "I don't know either."

"Yeah?"

Oscar rubbed his belly and laughed, and casually pointed Tingyu, "Slaughter this goatee."

Tingyu was shocked and his face turned pale, "What does it have to do with me when he tells lies?"

"You can even hear him telling lies, can't I hear it?" Oscar looked at Tingyu and Zhibai sarcastically, "It was just because he wanted to forcibly argue that his fellow disciples were killed one by one. Do you think he could survive after returning to the sect?"

"Are you an idiot? How many means are there in the world of cultivation that can make people tell the truth?" Tingyu took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and said to Zhibai in a low voice.

Zhibai suddenly felt like a deflated ball, "This is Jin Jian of the scapegoat."

"Siege Jin Jian?" Oscar said nothing.

He had never heard of it.

But he believed that as long as there was such a name, the boss Wang Dong should know it.

"Leave everything to the boss!"

Oscar signaled several snails to pack up all the things they had scrapped, "and then beg them to farm first in the small world."

"Small world? Small thousand world? Could this newly built cave still have its own small thousand world?"

These five foundation-building period light pig warriors looked at each other and couldn't believe their ears.

But when a real passage of execution appeared in front of you, the five light pig warriors danced again.

In order to confirm that it was not a problem with his eyes, the five light pig warriors rubbed their eyes neatly.

The atmosphere of space emitted on the passage and the faint light from another world made them lose their minds again.

A small world!

A small world!

A small world!

This newly built cave actually has a real small world!

No matter how big this small thousand world is, how many caves are there in the entire Yunhai Realm that have their own independent small thousand worlds?

At this time, these five foundation-building cultivators had already begun to completely doubt Yuan Fakun.

There is definitely a huge conspiracy here.

Is this priest Yuan Fakun who wants to use the war between Mogao’s blessed land and this place of practice as a lever to raise greater benefits to share?

Without waiting for the urging people around him to urge him, the five light pig warriors couldn't help but move their steps into the passage ahead.

This passage of execution is two-way.

In a natural dizziness of space conversion, a more certain judgment emerged in the minds of these five light pig warriors. This sect does possess a secret small world.

In the next moment, the hair in their bodies exploded outwards.

The pitiful true energy that had not been burned out in their bodies was squeezed out, and the green oil was lost in the wind around them.

A desperate situation of spiritual energy!

These five Foundation Establishment Cultivators reacted.

First of all, what came into their eyes was a large area of ​​spiritual fields that had been reclaimed and a large area of ​​spiritual fields that were being reclaimed.

A group of monks are igniting fire to burn weeds, a group of monks are turning over soil, and a group of monks are moving seedlings and grass seedlings.

The plants dug from unknown places were neatly tied and placed next to the spiritual fields that were being opened.

These five monks in the Foundation Establishment Stage could not understand what they could grow in a place where there was no spiritual energy, but several monks inside instantly attracted their attention.

"Wang Chao, the Spirit Gourd?"

"Taoist Que Yue?"

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A sound of gasping like a chrysanthemum slave sounded from the mouths and noses of the five Foundation Establishment monks.

Jindan monk!

Among these monks who are working as farming slaves, there are actually Jindan monks, and there are more than one!

"Don't be dazed! Make a good transformation!"

A snail man gave them a blank look and threw a few hoes in front of them.

"Siege Jin Jian?"

At this time, the spoils had been sent to Wang Dong.

When Wang Dong heard the magic weapon that was mentioned more and found from the butt groove, he was a little confused.

There seemed to be no powerful magic weapon in his mind called this name.

"I don't think it's a simple thing. That guy is a monk at the foundation-building stage." Oscar pleased and offered Jin Jian.

Wang Dong took it in his hand and looked it carefully several times, but he was still confused.

With his knowledge, he can't see any characteristics.
Chapter completed!