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Chapter 34: Beads

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    It is said that last night, Dui Yunpo suddenly descended from a night of fire.

    The flame did not go out when it fell to the ground, and it burned for a whole night. Most of the burning time was so bright that it could be seen clearly even hundreds of miles away.  The blazing flame had a cold and strange color, as if it could burn through the darkness.

    In the early hours of the morning, the fire gradually extinguished, and there were small groups of bold little demons around, planning to come here to catch some dead things before any big king organized a large-scale cleanup here.

    Originally, the person who made the decision to build a village on Duiyunpo was a colorful pheasant spirit, with five layers of foundation building, and he was able to cultivate well.  But under this vast fire, even if he has thirteen or fourteen colors, even if he is lucky enough to survive, he should be burned to the ground.

    The four little demons walked all the way, and all they saw were scorched black marks on the ground, and the vegetation on the entire cloud slope was almost burnt out, and a thick smoke wafted in the air.  Occasionally, I saw a corpse, which was burned badly.  As for the original artifacts on the corpse, most of them were distorted and deformed. If so, the artifacts that can survive are at least treasures.

    In this team, there was a particularly sharp-eyed skunk monster who picked up a few tricks, and the weasel monster on the side looked jealous at the hyena monster, and kept yelling that he had a share, almost twisting him to force him to spit out good things  .  It was the warthog at the side who saw the situation was not going well and smoothed things over, otherwise the four little monsters would have fought among themselves on the spot.

    The cultivation of the monster race is different from the standard of the human race. Originally, there are nine levels from small to large.  It's just that after thousands of years, the two races have gradually changed from being incompatible with each other to integrating with each other, and they can learn from each other's useful things and methods.  The boundaries set by human beings in terms of cultivation base standards are clearer, and the demon race in recent years has also become accustomed to this statement.

    There are still some monks or monsters who are habitually divided into nine levels, but most of these monks use the old almanac from a hundred years ago.

    According to the division of human beings, the monster race can only maintain the monster body when refining Qi, and once they step into the foundation, they can cultivate a human form.  It's just that this human figure is not neat, and some parts such as tail, ears, horns and hooves are inevitably missing.  And when the monster race breaks through the foundation building and reaches the golden core, it can completely transform into a human body, no different from everyone in the world.

    These four little monsters are all cultivated between the first and second floors of the foundation building. Although they have turned into human shapes, their hooves have not faded.  They searched around all the way, but did not encounter any living creatures, so they walked up to the top of the mountain.

    While the other three were still looking for the owner of the pheasant villager, the hyena demon found a figure whose life and death were unknown, lying naked in the scorched grass, and immediately blurted out: "Who is that person?"

    The fire burned all the grass and trees, and the rocks changed color. I don't know what this young humanoid monster is capable of, but it has not been turned into black charcoal?

    As soon as the weasel spirit turned his eyes away, his eyes straightened in a daze.  His saliva was dripping down, and his scarlet tongue kept licking his lips: "Why do you care who he is Seeing that he can survive the wildfire, he must have a good cultivation level, if he can be taken advantage of when he is seriously injured  After eating him, it will be just around the corner for me to advance to the fourth level of foundation building."

    There are many brutal and bloody habits of the monster race, one of which is to increase their cultivation by devouring other monster races that have turned into human forms.  Presumably, although they have cultivated a human form, they rarely have a human empathy for a while.

    The four little demons felt very reasonable when they heard the words, and they rushed forward to chew the comatose boy alive.  The warthog demon turned the young man over, smacked his tongue and sighed with a smile: "Good boy, if you talk about this color, it is comparable to the mothers in the clan."

    The young man's face was still spotless after a fire, and his appearance was so elegant and beautiful that it made people feel refreshed just looking at it.  If it hadn't been for meeting these four little demons who have not opened their minds and only feed on their appetites, no one would have wished to dress him up with colorful clothes and beautiful decorations, and put him on a soft bed for him to wake up, just to see when he opened his eyes.  look like.

    The food is right in front of your eyes, how can the weasel have the mood to see whether this person's face is good or not?  Immediately he picked up the boy's arm and was about to bite off it.  Just when the tips of his teeth were about to touch the boy's flesh, the boy on the ground suddenly moved his fingertips slightly and moaned softly: "Jiujiang"

    The four monsters were caught off guard, and they raised their eyes and looked at each other.  The next moment, the weasel made up his mind, lowered his head and gnawed, but wanted to bite off the man's throat directly: If he didn't tear him alive before the man woke up, where would there be such a great opportunity in the future?

    Just at the critical moment, the boy opened his eyes, with a touch of blue in his pupils.  He pressed his chest with one hand, and his voice was extremely suppressed, but filled with deep regret, he called out again: "Jiujiang!"

    The emotion in this call seemed to burst at the throat, and when it came out, it was already so rich that it couldn't be added.  Therefore, although the young man looked dazed and his eyes were dry, but the others could not hear it.The moment the boy cut off a strand of his own hair and threaded it through the braided rope made of prayer beads, the hyena and the warthog looked at each other, and they both rushed through the empty door of the boy's vest.

    In just a blink of an eye, the boy had already moved away from the spot.  The three little demons present all heard him say in a low voice: "Yes, and you."

    The next moment, two lines of blood wrapped around the necks of the hyena and the warthog respectively, and the skunk demon kept chattering its teeth. Seeing that the two accomplices who had just discussed how to carve up the boy in front of them did not say a word, their heads froze.  Falling off the neck neatly.

    He raised his head to look at the boy in fear, only to see that the boy was concentrating on tying a knot with his hair, closing his palms leisurely, and holding the bead in his palm.

    The splashed blood fell on the back of his hand, but not a single drop touched the Buddhist bead.

    And the young man's snow-like jade face was also stained with some blood at some point, and the touch of the corner of his lips was slowly licked away by the tip of his tongue.

    The boy's eyes turned to the skunk, and those beautiful eyes with a faint blue ray seemed to be a death knell at this moment.  The skunk demon only listened to him politely: "It's your turn. Please remember to stay away when you die, and don't dirty my beads. I'm sorry."

    These were the last words the skunk demon heard in his life.

    And the Buddhist beads were warmed in Han Qianling's palm, just like when Luo Jiujiang handed them over.

    Han Qianling carefully put the strand of black hair strung with Buddhist beads around his neck. He pinched the wooden bead on his fingertips and looked at it again and again, and finally put his lips on it slowly.

    I will find you, Jiujiang, and I will return to you eventually.

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    Thanks to the kitten's bazooka x5

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