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487 Disaster 1

Xuehong Pavilion·Dimu Hall.

There are a total of seventy-seven statues of the tall and benevolent Goddess of the Earth, each with various appearances and wearing different clothes, including skirts, long clothes, cloaks and felt hats to keep out the cold, and light gauze clothes.

The styles are also different, gorgeous, simple, serious, noble, poor, everything you want.

Calculated by age, when you are young, when you are young, when you are old, and when you are dying, there are also statues of Mother Earth.

They are located in the entire temple, forming a huge forest of statues.

Those who worship need to go to the center of the forest, pray and offer sacrifices at the altar.

At this time, the skylight was projected from the crystal on the top of the temple, and hit the sacrificial platform precisely.

Yue Dewen sat cross-legged at the back, looking at his father kneeling on the futon in front of him, bored.

This is the fourth time he has come, but unfortunately the old friend has not yet completed the last rituals.

The Earth Mother Temple and the Heavenly Temple are the supreme foundation of the Great Spirit. They are the most sacred places.

So even he can't be rude here.

a.

While he was waiting quietly.

Dadou slowly moved.

His kneeling body moved to the left and changed his position. His closed eyes slowly opened.

"...You have come here so many times, but you have something important to do with me?"

After finishing the final mudra of worship, Dad slowly rolled the brick and looked at Yue Dewen.

Lao Yue changed into a large, loose purple robe, and his original white hair has now turned into black hair. Except for a bit of old age in his eyes and face, it is basically impossible to tell that he is an old man in his nineties.

"There is something wrong." Yue Dewen nodded, and after waiting for too long, he finally let out a breath, "The situation here has been a bit tense recently, and I came to you to borrow some people."

"Borrowing someone?" Lao Dou stood up and moved his joints and limbs.

He always wears a jet-black armor that covers his whole body and does not even reveal his face.

"Has the situation become this troublesome? Where are the manpower at the sensor gate?"

"It's a bit impractical to command. It's okay for those people to fight with the wind. If you really want to be trustworthy, it's up to you." Yue Dewen said solemnly.

"Okay." Lao Dou touched it from his arms, took out a dark gold token, and threw it towards it.

"You take the sign and adjust it yourself. Except for the first ten generals, the rest can be used."

"That's interesting! You're still reliable, old boy!"

"Speaking of which, I'm having some trouble here, and I might need your help." Dad said in a deep voice.

"What are you busy with? Tell me!" Yue Dewen stood up and said casually.

"It's a small matter, it's just a little troublesome and time-consuming." Dad suddenly smiled weirdly.

Yue Dewen frowned slightly and was about to ask.

Suddenly a soft sound came from his hand, and he looked quickly.

The token that I had just taken over suddenly shattered and disappeared like a bubble, and as the token disappeared, a strong sense of dizziness surged into my heart.

Countless black mist surrounded the surroundings and filled the entire Earth Mother Temple.

Yue Dewen looked stern and looked up at Lao Dou, only to see Lao Dou's figure slowly disintegrating like a bubble and disappearing.

There was peace all around, except for the Earth Mother Goddess still standing.

Thick black mist slowly approached from between the statues, approaching him.

"It seems that our cooperation is over." Yue Dewen straightened his back, with a hint of coldness and murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

"Don't blame me, Lao Yue, something is wrong with you. It's just that you can't notice it yourself. The goal we set at the beginning has begun to deviate."

Lao Dou's voice floated slowly in the dark mist.

"So... for the sake of our decades of friendship, let's take a rest."

"Rest? If the Mother Goddess of Earth comes in person, I will be the loser, but with the two bodies in your body? You want me to rest!? I think you are being controlled and stupid!"

Yue Dewen's expression became calm, his right hand drooped, and a little silver light suddenly lingered on his fingertips.

Whoosh!

At this moment, two black lines suddenly shot out from the black mist and hit his eyebrows accurately.

Yue Dewen did not stop them, but allowed them to enter. Then he closed his eyes and stood still like a statue.

*********

Wushan Mansion, Yuannu Gorge.

Carloads of medicinal materials and grains were continuously transported into the canyon along the mountain roads in and out, and then stored in the dug caves.

Thick smoke is constantly rising from a large number of newly opened caves. This is because they are burning fires to bake the caves and remove moisture to prevent the stored medicinal materials and food from becoming moldy.

High up in the canyon, inside a platform cave dug out of half the cliff.

Zhang Rongfang stared at the truck below with relief, his expression much more relaxed than a few days ago.

"Now we have transferred all the food and medicinal materials that can be collected from various places. This amount is enough to last for a year. But the key problem is that the red scarf thugs have caused a large number of population losses. Many farmers who grow land and medicines have lost their lives. The medicine garden has become a mob. There is no one to cultivate it and it cannot be restored. What will happen in a year's time may not be good."

After his death, Qing Su is now responsible for statistics and management of all resources.

After integrating the resources she received, she also expressed her worries about the future.

"Heaven and Earth are unkind and regard all things as stupid dogs. Now the red scarf thugs have caused a lot of civilian losses and require much less food than before. Although it is cruel, there are fewer people and the food can last longer. After all, there are fewer mouths to eat. .”

Zhang Rongfang turned around and looked at Qingsu.

"What we need to do is to establish a field that can be planted as soon as possible and become self-sufficient."

"My subordinate understands.@jingjing_shuge...j_h_s_s_d_c_o_mfirst.issue.update.new~~" Qing Su nodded, "But the nearby mountains are filled with poisonous fog and miasma, and there are many poisonous insects, so they are not suitable for planting. We can only take a look further away. .”

"I'll leave this to you. There's no rush in the short term. Just start." Zhang Rongfang nodded.

"By the way, come here." He waved to the other party.

Qing Su looked startled, then realized something, gritted her teeth and walked forward.

"Sir~"

"do not be afraid."

Zhang Rongfang gently stretched out his hand and touched the center of her eyebrows.

With a swipe of his fingertips, a small gash was made between his eyebrows, and then drops of blood seeped out and entered his body.

Naturally, Zhang Rongfang would not give just one drop of blood to his direct descendants, but would give them whole body blood transfusions.

Qingsu was already in the prime of life, but the change in blood did not change much.

I just feel that my body is more energetic.

But she had seen what those super masters from the Human Immortal Temple were like, and now she understood what happened.

A few minutes later, everything was over, and she quickly knelt down on one knee towards Zhang Rongfang.

"Thank you, sir, for making it again!"

As soon as she knelt down, a strong urge to suck the living blood surged into her heart, causing her lips to move unconsciously.

The feeling is like being thirsty and wanting to drink water, natural and extremely strong.

"Don't be afraid. Just go find some blood from a living creature to replenish it." Zhang Rongfang comforted softly.

"Yes." Qing Su looked calm. "There are many at Ding Yu's side. I can just go there in a while."

"There are a lot? What do you mean?" Zhang Rongfang was stunned. This kid can't make mistakes? He keeps people alive?

"Oh, he now grazes cattle and raises chickens in the mountains every day. He also contracted a plantation, fed a lot of pigs, and diverted some water from the streams in the canyon." Qingsu replied.

"...This kid." Zhang Rongfang was speechless, "Forget it, go down and deal with it yourself before you see me again."

"Yes." Qingsu quickly followed the stone steps down.

Zhang Rongfang was the only one left on the platform.

He sighed softly, looked at the huge fairy character under his feet, tapped his toes, and suddenly like a big bird, he jumped out from the platform and fell down the canyon.

This platform was named Shengxian Platform by him, and it was about two hundred meters above the ground.

Zhang Rongfang's leather wingsuit unfolded behind his back, he circled and glided gently, and landed steadily after a short while.

Putting away his wingsuit, he dodged across the large rocky beach in the canyon and came to a half-built dungeon.

Most of the dungeon is underground, with only a cave-like entrance on the ground.

There were guards on both sides of the entrance.

When they saw Zhang Rongfang, the two of them saluted silently and then let him go.

Zhang Rongfang didn't say anything, and floated into the cave, all the way down. After a while, he arrived at a dark cave illuminated by torches.

This dungeon was transformed from a naturally formed cave.

At this time, in a cell, a person was being held deep inside by layers of iron bars.

On the stone chair outside the cell, there was a Taoist sitting cross-legged, it was Hongxian.

Hongxian's complexion was different from a few days ago. An obvious aura of indifference emanated from him.

Under dark light vision, this guy's body constitution has also undergone new changes.

Qi and blood are faster, the heart is more powerful, and the breath is longer. This is a sign of the concentration of self-improvement and the transformation of essence, energy and spirit. It seems that I am about to break through the master.

Zhang Rongfang judged in his heart. @ESSENTIAL_书馆j_h_s_s_d_c_o_m…No. Wrong. First post~~

"How are you?" he asked aloud.

"Guanzhu." Taoist Hongxian stood up hurriedly. "He is not conscious at all. As long as you don't get close to attack him, he will be like a wooden man, motionless."

He looked at the old man named Hu in the dungeon.

That person was the god-worshipping master who died once before after being sucked by Zhang Rongfang.

At this time, three days have passed since the previous fierce battle.

"It's been like this for three days, without any movement?" Zhang Rongfang asked.

"Exactly. It seems that he has completely lost human consciousness." Taoist Hongxian replied.

He picked up a booklet and handed it to Zhang Rongfang. It contained all the recorded actions of the old man named Hu in the past few days.

Zhang Rongfang looked through it and found that there was no excretion, no movement, no talking, and even the standing position did not change. His eyes did not blink.

He pondered for a moment, put down the book, and had an idea in his mind.

When he walked to the cell, he looked at the old man carefully.

In the past, he would suck the blood and beat him to death with a slap. Often, the god-worshipping warriors killed at this time would be killed with one blow. There were fatal flaws all over his body, just like a living person.

But he rarely thinks about why.

Why do these worshipers of gods lose the ability to recover after being sucked by blood?

What position does human blood occupy in their bodies?

Is it really just human blood that he sucks? And not anything else?

After checking, the cell door was opened, and Zhang Rongfang entered alone. He approached the old man.

When he got within three meters, the old man obviously reacted.

Whoosh!

He stretched out his hand violently and struck Zhang Rongfang with a palm.

This palm has some rules, and seems to follow some fixed martial arts moves.

But Zhang Rongfang dodged it.

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