Into the Immortal Cultivation

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It was probably because the earth-shattering battle four days ago temporarily affected the weather here. The Linghuang Island had been raining heavily the other day, and then suddenly it turned into a clear sky today.

Feeling the sunshine that has not been seen for a long time, even the soul feels extremely dazzling. She kept her eyes covered with her hands. Lian Xinjie pulled her and continued to fly forward so that she could open the dungeon exit behind her without conflict with others.

The request of Huangji Splitting Heavenly Dao is that each martial arts sent two or three Jindan periods to participate in this disaster relief. There is only one requirement, not to ask the victims to die.

The Golden Relief period of Wang Qi ’s real peace of mind was only Lian Xinjie and Lian Xin, who had been educated by Xianmeng. When other monks are released, it is impossible to say anything like "There is a problem with the falling dust sword palace" everywhere. Moreover, due to Mi's protection, the two did not suffer a big curse of the demon, and were not afraid of harming others. Therefore, the relief work fell on these two people's shoulders.

After flying to the ground, all the monks who came to "disaster relief" did not mean to fall to the ground. This ground is really ugly. Due to the continuous rainstorms, the entire Linghuang Island was muddy. Coupled with the feces of those victims, it was particularly disgusting.

Lian Xinjie looked around. There were more than 100 Jindan monks who came this time. Except for him and even the mind, there are few martial art elites, most of them are the kind of bleak future, hopeless baby. It seems that most martial arts regard this instruction as a simple burden. A Yuanying monk from Tianshu Building flew over and began to count the number of people and assign tasks.

Most people were sent out to hunt. For two thousand years, the surrounding sea monsters have assumed that this is the site of a Mahayana monster, and high-level monsters will not come over easily. A war four days ago scared away some wise creatures. The creatures that will now appear within a thousand miles of the square must be some low-level demon clan who are ignorant and clever, and these disciples of Jindan period will not encounter any great danger.

Another task is to parse out the saline from the land of Linghuang Island and let the plants grow. This also accounts for more than half of the population.

As for the rest of the distribution of food and the elimination of diseases for the victims, no one is willing to take it.

At this time, Lian Xinjie's consciousness sounded Wang Qi's voice: "Take this task. I hope to take a look among the mortals on the island."

Lian Xinjie's heart pounded, almost stopped. He carefully answered in his consciousness: "Why ..."

"If you are asked to go, you go."

Wang Qi's voice came from a jade piece. This jade piece is also specially made.

Lian Xinjie bit his scalp hard and pretended to be breezy, and raised his hand: "It's also very interesting to see mortals, it just refines my Dao Xin. This uncle, let me distribute food Right. "

The Yuanying monk in Tianshulou took a deep look at Lian Xinjie and threw out a small bottle: "There is Yangyuan Dan, which is melted with clear water, divided into foods, and one pill, which can guarantee 3,000 people a day Required. You are responsible for the east side. "

"East?" Lian Xinjie was puzzled: "On the island of Linghuang Island, there are millions of people without saying that ..."

"Less than 10 million." The monk corrected indifferently: "Four days ago, Linghuang Island lost 50% of its population, less than 10 million."

--what?

Wang Qi was puzzled.

"Five percent? What a joke? Sister Mi only apparently plundered 10% to 20% of the population ..."

"What about millions of people? Where did it go?"

All the victims who fell into the water were rescued. This point, Mi can be guaranteed. The sea is her body. Four days ago, she was filled with every part of the sea. Therefore, this perception is absolutely not wrong.

That is to say, until the last blow of Saint Emperor Zun, less than 10% of the victims of the Linghuang Island fell into the water.

"The huge tsunami and precipitation caused by Saint Emperor's last blow left millions of people drowning in the sea? Are you kidding? If this is the case, then there should be countless dead bodies here ... right? It takes a long time even if it floats away ... "

"What the **** is the Holy Emperor? What are the millions of mortals who have disappeared?"

These words were passed back to Wang Qi through the secret method. The Yuan infant monk naturally did not know what information he might have leaked, and continued: "Because there are fewer people, it is much easier to do things. Choose eight people ... You need seven people, and each person is responsible for one area ... You only need to find a container to dissolve the panacea, and then let those mortals queue up for food and eat. If there are queues to disrupt, immediately cut That ’s it. "

The porcelain bottle looks small, but it is also a magic weapon, which has the ability to shrink. Within each container, there are hundreds of pills. Eight bottles of panacea are enough for the whole island.

The spiritual consciousness of a Jindan monk can cover several miles, and the feng shui and grass movements in these lands cannot hide him. Above this, their eyes can see things dozens of miles away. A Jindan monk can supervise a large area. This is why such a heavy task, only eight Jindan monks are doing.

At this time, even the soul understood the meaning of Wang Qi by means of a magic instrument, and raised his hand: "I'll be fine with my brother."

One after another, several people either volunteered or were forced to raise their hands to distribute food. The Yuanying monk in Tianshu Building was a little impatient, and they directly named the two of them: "Zhuluyuan, Ke Wuxu, you two will do this!"

One person disagreed and shouted: "Hey! My father is Xu Tianjun, a fit monk in Xuanjian Tower! You actually ..."

"Xu Tianjun has two hundred sons, ninety-nine out of ten of which are not good. He doesn't like him. You don't have to use Xu Tianjun to crush people. Whatever I let you do, you will do it for me." That Yuan The infant monk froze his face, leaving no room for the young man to resist. Then, he said, "The others will cast me spells for those mortals to heal the wounds!"

Everyone answered, and those who were sent to hunt immediately set up Dunguang and flew away from Linghuang Island. Others were a little hesitant, but they also dispersed. After the people were almost gone, one person came out and said, "Master, I don't understand."

"What?" Faced with his disciples, the Yuanying monk still had a bit of Yan Yue.

A student of the Tianshulou disciple asked: "You always educated me in the past, and time is precious for cultivators. Unless you experience self-precipitation, you must seize the time all the time. But now, why do you want me to work hard These ... chores? And push me the most tiring part? "

He is the group of monks responsible for relieving illness and wounds.

The Yuanying monk nodded: "It's good to be able to ask this question. It shows that you have a little thought about practice and life. Indeed, I will tell you on weekdays that the world is not benevolent. . Heaven is not unbiased and will not help anything. This is also the attitude that monks should have. However, you also need to consider some special circumstances. "

"Here is the Linghuang Island. Here, the Divine Emperor Divine Emperor is heaven, which is the truth. This time, we are relief, because the emperor wants to rescue the disaster. And if the emperor wants to kill, we need these untouchables. Kill them all. We do n’t rescue people, not for mortals, but for Emperor Zun. Emperor Zun feels that you have done a good job in disaster relief and you will have merit. If you like him, you will get a lot of intangibility. The benefits will be smoother in the future. "

The teenager thought for a moment: "But can Emperor Zun be so capricious?"

"Yes, Emperor Zun can kill as long as he wants to kill, and save if he wants to save." The Yuan infantile monk said: "Emperor Zun has only one last step from Cheng Xian, and can at any time prove long-term longevity ... even some people think He has been able to live forever, only to wipe out the Tao and protect the Fa, so he stayed in this world for a long time. We have to compromise and make compromises in order to practice, because we do not practice, we will gradually die of old age. Elders are free. They can do whatever they want without any compromise. "

After this elementary infant monk had said this, those monks who were still glancing at it. He apparently deliberately let other monks hear these words. Even his apprentice's question may have come from his advice. He said: "You have heard it. This disaster relief is not for these untouchables, but for yourself. You can do it for yourself. Do it well, don't let me discover that you have signs of stealing and slipping."

This remark, anyway, gave those people a little "moral". The crowd spread out and did their own thing.

Lian Xinjie had just flown out, and heard Wang Qi said: "This Yuanying monk looks like a clear man. Stay away from him and hide a little while waiting for work."

It sounded to Wang Qi that this Yuanying monk understood this "disaster relief" quite clearly.

They did not want to rescue the disaster, but the Emperor Emperor cared about his "animals", so they came.

The reason why ancient Faxiu was able to form a sect and form a society would compromise with each other, as he said, because of the threat of "death."

In Immortal Dao, if you don't grow up, you will end up with a loess. Therefore, death forced monks to gather resources in the most relative form to strengthen themselves.

However, the fairy does not have to be like this. They have time. For them, "collection efficiency" does not matter. They have time to refine the resources needed for cultivation.

"No longevity, after all, you can't be at ease ..." Lian Xinjie sighed in a low voice.

"Comfortable? It's just jumping from one fish pond to another, walking from one dark forest to another dark forest."

In the secret room, Wang Qi shook his head and sighed in a low voice.

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