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Chapter 291 Spirit Fields Everywhere, Dao Ji Gets Married

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    Withered Blood Dao Ji's chest rose and fell slightly, and the anger between her brows soared, but she suppressed her anger when she saw the wedding dress.

    What's the deal with a shameless hedgehog? There's something wrong with his brain

    Turning around, Withered Blood Dao Ji twisted her waist and walked towards the gate.

    Qin Yang secretly sighed, it really is the truth that the fist is big.

    Ever since she put on her wedding dress, she has become a person with big fists, and when communicating with others, the atmosphere has become much more harmonious.

    Look, withered blood daoji, a rebellious old woman who likes to sing against others, dare not say that I am not handsome after being choked up.

    Someone in front was thundering, and the people behind naturally went in one by one.

    Qin Yang walked at the back, and when he stepped into the gate, he touched his head

    All the people who entered here, as long as they are still alive, seem to have not been led here, but why do they always feel weird

    When I stepped into the dark gate, my eyes went dark, my body seemed to lose weight, and my consciousness stagnated.

    The moment Qin Yang felt down-to-earth again, Qin Yang suddenly realized that something was wrong.

    Since all living beings are led here, what about Yan Jingchang?

    Why didn't Yan Jingchang come?

    Previously, Yan Jingchang said that he was under the Dao Palace, using the aura here to warm and nourish the magic weapon.

    However, the nine-story black tower, which is suspected to be in the pocket of a robot cat, obviously has better things to help Yan Jingchang warm up his magic weapon.

    Why was he not attracted?

    Or is he already dead?

    Impossible, this guy is in the transition stage from Xiaomeng, who came out of the mountains for the first time, to the old fritters who are walking in the rivers and lakes. His own strength is not weak, and even Brother Xiku has not been killed. How could he die?

    Thinking about it now, I always feel weird.

    But for a while, I couldn't figure it out.

    The surrounding darkness slowly dissipated, and it was blurry and unrecognizable, as if in a moonless morning, with a veil covering the eyes, only a faint halo could be seen, changing circles and circles.

    However, he was the first to smell the scent of raw wheat mixed with the aroma of green grass, and there was also a rush in his ears, which seemed to be the sound of waves blowing on the grass, and he could also feel hair ears swaying with the wind, brushing past him from time to time  his body.

    Everything in front of me gradually became clear, from illusion to reality.

    I saw the endless wheat fields around me. With the breeze blowing by, waves of green waves, undulating waves, immature wheat, densely spread all over it. Every time the wind blows, the ears of wheat will sway and spread out.  There is a slightly jerky fresh wheat fragrance.

    Qin Yang took a deep breath, and his brows stretched a lot. He picked off a bunch of ears of wheat and put them in his mouth. There was a hint of sweetness in the jerky, and a mellow and peaceful spiritual power.  into his flesh.

    "It seems that it is not an illusion. I am still immature, and my spiritual power is so abundant"

    Qin Yang muttered to himself, looking at it, he couldn't see where the edge of the wheat field was.

    For ordinary spiritual wheat, it is not bad for a plant to bear eighteen grains, but here each plant has produced eighty-one grains, and each grain is more than double the size of ordinary spiritual wheat.

    This requires more than just a grade or two of the spiritual field, this spiritual field, according to the grade, has at least five grades.

    He bent down and grabbed a handful of soil. The soil was black and fertile enough to squeeze out oil, and it was so full of spiritual energy that it almost turned into spiritual liquid.

    "The real Nima is extravagant, the fifth-grade Lingtian grows wheat"

    There is no sun, moon and stars above his head, only the skylight falling from nowhere, sprinkled all over the earth, and there is no way to distinguish east, west, north, south, Qin Yang can only walk straight forward in the direction he is facing.

    Entering the first floor of the black tower, it turned out to be a wheat field, which made Qin Yang quite unexpected.

    There are no terrifying tomb-suppressing beasts, no dead energy filling the world, not even a dangerous atmosphere, but it makes people feel refreshed, and the distracting thoughts in their hearts have been swept away.

    Moreover, those who came in before did not know where they went.

    Walking along the wheat field all the way, after an hour, I walked out of the wheat field and turned into a field of corn and rice. It was also growing vigorously, and the plants were so perfect that I didn't even see insects and diseases.

    Going forward, all kinds of spiritual plants overflowing with spiritual energy are distributed on the ground, and there are also various spiritual medicines. The most common and commonly used ginseng is at least three or four hundred years old, and it is like ordinary jade rice spirits.  It's like wheat, one kind is a large piece

    QinAre people brainwashed?  Forgot what happened before?

    Qin Yang was confused, and then looked at the dishes

    Surprisingly, all of them are overflowing with aura, even the fish in the center.

    Vaguely, one can still feel the strong energy and blood power inside, as well as a strange fluctuation.

    I have felt this kind of fluctuation in the dragon blood and dragon marrow before.

    These villagers actually caught dragon fish?

    Qin Yang's expression was a little dull. Will the real dragon fish be caught by these people?

    With a stomach full of doubts, now I am waiting to ask the Withered Blood Dao Ji.

    See if Withered Blood Dao Ji still recognizes herself.

    It wasn't until halfway through the banquet that the Withered Blood Dao Ji changed into a different outfit and came to toast.

    When Jing arrived at Qin Yang's table, Dao Ji withered blood immediately grinned when she saw Qin Yang, and let out a cold snort.

    "Hmph, why can I see you everywhere?"

    "You still know me? Where's the Little Demon Buddha?" Qin Yang was silent for a while, and asked tentatively.

    "Today is my happy day. I welcome you to drink the wedding wine." Withered Blood Dao Ji showed a happy smile on her face, but when she looked at Qin Yang again, a trace of hostility immediately appeared between her eyebrows: "Others, don't talk nonsense.  , I don't want to talk to you too much!"

    Qin Yang remained silent, feeling a little silly.

    She actually still remembers everything before?

    Moreover, is she playing for real now?

    Do you really want to get married?

    What the hell.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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