All members of the flower farmer have entered a state of "retreatment".
Because the spiritual imprint Yang Muyun put on them was too strong, the Great Perfect Vajra Indestructible Body, the full number of Dragon Elephant Wave Ruogong, the Yi Jin Sutra and the Marrow Cleansing Sutra.
But they have nothing to do with their realm, but they don’t have the corresponding skills, so they still have to accumulate bit by bit.
But at this time, a heavy rain fell.
Extremely heavy rainstorm.
The rivers rolled, the streams were overflowing, and places where there were originally no rivers began to flood.
The old chief sat under the eaves, looked up at the sky, and the oil paint that penetrated the flesh was slightly squirming, like an earthworm slowly wiggling in a fold.
"Summer is here, and the good days are over."
But Dashi laughed and said, "No, good days have just begun, and there will be fights every day from now on."
On the endless fields, the beasts fled in panic, looking for shade and rocks to shelter from the rain. Staying in the rain for a long time will cause them to lose heat, consume too much physical strength, and even get injured.
Carnivores have the same idea, not only looking for places to shelter from the rain, but also looking for delicious food.
While strengthening their nests, smart creatures sent members to detect the movements of the surrounding beasts, one to prevent them from being attacked, and the other to sneak attacks on the beasts and reserve food.
Yang Muyun had experienced heavy rains in summer before, but he had been used to it for a long time and did not take it seriously at all.
Now I understand that this heavy rain is actually the fuse of the war.
The scattered beasts were forced to gather together and rely on collective strength to help the group keep warm. The weak beasts merged into huge beasts to deal with the ongoing crises.
The leader in the beast group naturally became the object of faith and worship among all members, and then actively or passively opened up his faith and possessed wisdom.
In this heavy rain, Yang Muyun saw too many mountain monsters appearing, or the birth of a new god.
The weak new gods led the same clan to surrender to some powerful gods, and some unique new gods began to recruit subordinates and form their own power.
This is a big reshuffle, small streams gather together, and the stream collides to determine the final winner.
What made Yang Muyun speechiest the most was that there was a "god" in his slime feeding farm.
However, when this god was born, he was locked by a goblin keeper with a basin that could not be broken, and then he took out the walkie-talkie to report to Yang Muyun.
Yang Muyun thought to himself: This should be the weakest god, and the most depressing god.
But no matter how garbage is, it is a god. As long as faith is opened, there will always be something extraordinary.
So Yang Muyun quickly rushed to the Slime feeding ground and looked at the basin that was pounding under Goblin's feet.
“Let it come out.”
The goblin keeper immediately raised his foot, and the long-bound Slime jumped out immediately, but the next moment, it returned to the ground and transformed into a hand to grab the basin and buckled it on its body.
Yang Muyun squatted down and knocked on the basin, saying, "I have become a sperm, I will definitely understand human words, right?"
Seeing that Slime was still pretending to be deaf and dumb, Yang Muyun immediately sneered and said, "Make a fire and boil water!"
Slime instantly opened its basin, "Dear barbarian warrior, I am willing to surrender to you and become your subordinate. Please spare my life. I am not delicious, and I can avoid eating and will not consume you.
supplies.”
What is the use of slime? Even if you become a god, you will still be subdued by a washbasin.
But Yang Muyun shook his head. There is no absolute garbage race. Even the goblins, a race with zero scum, will not turn over after obtaining the power that suits itself.
Moreover, the Slime God is right. Killing it is not good. You cannot eat or drink. Although you have a little bit of strength, you eat less and you are sure not to eat.
There is no one else who is so humble.
Yang Muyun said: "Since you are from the feeding farm, you should also know the purpose of raising you. Do you have any different ideas?"
The Slime God shook his head quickly, "No! Absolutely no! Dear Master, I can help you improve the slime bloodline, so that they have more abilities and become more useful."
Yang Muyun was surprised, "Is it so easy to improve bloodline?"
I tried hard to introduce blood from the earth, and used the power of faith to temper blood and calcify bones, and then used spiritual imprints to instill exercises on my relatives. Only by using the old nose strength to improve some scraps of hands, feet, skin, etc.
Not yet penetrated into the level of blood.
This Slime God can actually improve his bloodline.
"Master, we slimes have nothing but bloodline."
It seems that this is true.
So, Yang Muyun found a few slimes and called the Slime God to perform bloodline improvement techniques on the spot.
However, the Slime God replied: "Master, I will do it myself."
While speaking, a large amount of blush appeared on the Slime God, as if he was shy.
Then the Slime God's body shook for a while, and then some small balls like milk tea pearls appeared in their body, swaying back and forth in the body fluids.
A gap was cracked in the body of the Slime God, spit out the small ball like a pearl in the milk tea, and then the gap closed and turned back to what he had just now.
Yang Muyun pondered for a moment, "You? Andromeda?"
Then the newborn descendants of the slime gods were squirming and rushing towards the feed. After a full meal, their bodies grew rapidly. Then they entered the feed farm and hugged ordinary slimes for bloodline improvement.
"Master, I can change the attributes of my body and be able to give birth to descendants in different attribute states. I can do whatever descendants my master needs. My fellow race has no other requirements, I just hope to eat some good food before death."
Without thinking, Yang Muyun ordered the Goblin who was in charge of the feedlot: "Arrange! Improve the Slime's food."
Although the ability of the Slime God is of no use, it is not bad to keep it as a seed planter.
Then Yang Muyun pointed to the Slime God, "You can follow me from now on, your name is - Limulu."
"Limulu thanks the master for giving his name."
Limulu jumped and followed Yang Muyun all the way. As soon as he returned to the ground, Limulu was shocked.
What a powerful tribe!
I thought the goblin that I had captured my just now was invincible, but I didn't expect there were more powerful races on the ground.
Look at those pig-headed men, their dark skin reveals the color of bronze, and the hard hair on their bodies emits a faint golden light. Among them, the strongest pig-headed men have golden skin and hair, emitting dazzling light in the sun.
Color.
I thought the pighead was invincible, but I saw the Tauren, the elephant head, and a powerful creature with a dragon head.
Seeing Yang Muyun appear, the soldiers of all races who were practicing stopped to salute, and then looked at Slime with curious eyes.
When they found that everyone was looking at them, the Slime God quickly shrank into a ball and rolled to Yang Muyun's feet, looking obedient.
Yang Muyun introduced to everyone: "The newly born Slime... God, Limulu."
Slime... God...
Yang Muyun suddenly found that these two words were connected, which was so strange.
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