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    Over there, Chang Juanyan and the six captains had already discussed a rough plan.  Maybe Chen Guanshui's team was full of very high-level, beautiful, and noble little girls, which aroused the jealousy of the seven male cultivators.  It may also be because Chen Guanshui suddenly came out of the blank and was always not as good as himself. A group of people all grew up on Beard Ridge. Although they were not very familiar with each other before, they could still find some connections through narrating each other's genealogy, teacher inheritance, etc.  Time to get up.  Perhaps it was because Chen Guanshui was walking among the cats indifferently in the past few days, but he never took the initiative to say hello to himself, nor did he exchange daily greetings with himself to get closer to the tacit understanding that he should have. In short, he was offended.  Got people.  Therefore, none of the seven of them remembered that there was a captain next to them, nor did they inform Chen Guanshui of what they had discussed.  Naturally, Chen Guanshui did not tell them the method he thought of.  Zhu Yincha gave a brief explanation and will start boarding the Feitian Yunzhou at noon tomorrow.  If you are more than half an hour late and cannot catch the last train from the ground to Yunzhou, then no matter who it is, you will be left on Yuzhou Island to fend for yourself.  Therefore, in the following time, whether it is to visit the ruins of Xiaoyao City after its destruction, or to purchase supplies from the several large chambers of commerce in the city that are still open, or to start preparing money for the next ship ticket, we must hurry up.  Soon, the cat demons of various colors who were surrounding Mao Liuli just now covered a large area of ??the ground, as well as the demons of other races sandwiched in it, and the human race vassalized below the Beard Ridge.  The monks all swarmed towards Xiaoyao City in the south.  The few who stayed behind gathered around those Jindan masters who were very close to them, using all means to be cute and stalking them to get some pointers.  Chen Guanshui took the cat mushroom and rode the big cat all the way to the west of Xiaoyao City.  The war that took place more than thirty days ago left deep marks on the ground.  Not only was Xiaoyao City, which once had a population of six million, turned into a city of pain, many of the residential buildings and streets around Feitian Yunzhou Pier were turned into flat ground, and even the farmland a little further away was wiped out.  clean.  The top layer of soil was swept away by the strong wind blowing from Jianfeng that day, and even the big trees on the field ridges were no exception.  The road that originally extended in all directions now only has a very shallow trace left.  The former rivers have dried up; the former forests are only left with dense pits; the former ponds, even the silt has disappeared.  The beautiful scenery that once filled every corner of our vision has completely disappeared; the people who once stood in every corner, doing different things, and turning the beautiful scenery into the human world have also completely disappeared.  Only the mountains to the west are left, with thick piles of earth slopes.  Xiping Mountain.  It originally meant "a mountain that stands tall like a screen to the west of Xiaoyao City and is also a place of scenic beauty", but now it has become the cemetery of countless lives, the destination of countless soil, and the final destination of countless mixed messes.  Straight up from the foot of the mountain, the once lush green was completely gone, leaving only a sky-covering wasteland, mixed with countless corpses and more tree trunks and boulders.  Chen Guanshui and Mao Mushroom are now standing very far away, and they can still see people like ant colonies on the mountains to the west.  Countless people who have lost loved ones, after escaping death, fell into a deeper and heavier panic after the initial shock stopped.  In a flat homeland, if you want to find the bones of your loved ones, you can only find them in the hell-like wasteland of Xiping Mountain.  A month ago, hundreds of thousands of people from all over the East rushed to Xiping Mountain with the last glimmer of hope.  However, it is human nature that is corrupted after all!  In the wasteland on Xiping Mountain, in addition to corpses and tree trunks, there are naturally gold and silver jewels scattered around.  There are also many warehouses that were uprooted by the strong winds along with their foundations, as well as those cloud cities that once floated over Xiaoyao City.  What is in Yun City is the elixir that can make any ordinary mortal ascend to heaven in one step, the treasure that makes him rich overnight, and the treasure that allows him to poke his head out from the vast number of sentient beings and practice the cultivation techniques of a master.  If you can find those spiritual stones that are more moist than jade, wood spirit puppets that can be manipulated and commanded by mortals, talismans that can be used by ordinary people, or the bones of monks, it will be an unimaginable wealth.  And the best and best, what is it?  Those children or babies who are still alive and have spiritual roots but have no strength or wisdom are excavated from the wasteland.  In the following days, whether you use warmth to bind you, or use violence to enslave, or use your reputation to parasitize, or you develop a partner who you simply possess as your own in the future, you will get something completely different from before.Different returns.  Naturally, many surviving monks also joined such excavation teams, and began to control order with flying swords.  Similarly, there are many casual cultivators, with various purposes, hoping to dig out seeds in the wasteland, and they are also running up and down Xiping Mountain like mice.  In just thirty days, Xiping Mountain has been divided into thousands of territories, and thousands of monks of different cultivation levels have been frantically plundering it as if it were a prince's tomb.  Those who were originally preparing to search for the bones of their relatives were half tempted by the treasure hidden in the soil, and the other half were reduced to slaves digging by the monks. When landslides could occur at any time, mechanisms could trigger explosions, and alchemy furnaces could leak poisonous gas, they could not help but wonder.  Keep filling in those burrows like ogres.  And at the bottom of the mountain, a messy camp has appeared.  In the camp, high-ranking monks had already set up shop and opened a chamber of commerce to purchase various supplies.  Likewise, there are all kinds of businesses going on in every corner of this camp, amidst the hustle and bustle.  And the hottest business is redeeming the bodies of loved ones!  Or maybe, watching the miserable situation in the slave camp, the commotion in the market, and the young bodies being thrown up the mountain every day, in the pain and tears, trying every means, using all means, to go  Redeem your imprisoned relatives.  Or, you can only watch them, appear briefly and then disappear.  "It was also only thirty days. According to the records of the Silent Sect disciples in the camp, each of the seventeen foundation-building monks who controlled the camp had accumulated at least more than a hundred thousand spiritual stones.  And this is only public and visible.  But so what?  Chen Guanshui had known for a long time that after the battle at Jianfeng that day, Sanxian Temple had already sealed off Yuzhou Island.  Any entry or exit without the approval of the three fairies, no matter who it is, will result in death.  Right now, hundreds of real Yuanshen have gathered on the sea outside Yuzhou Island, occupying all directions.  Among them, there are more than seventy people who came to celebrate Ling Xingzi¡¯s birthday.  The rest is to trace the tragedy of that day from the changes in the remaining energy between heaven and earth, or the grace of the two Taoist ancestors when they took action.  But on Yuzhou Island, the disciples of Sanxian Temple suffered losses in this battle to an extent that cannot be expressed.  In addition to the thousands of people who were rescued in time by Zhuang Qingfeng, as well as those in Xiaoyao City who were rescued by Dugugu, and excluding those who were far away from Yuzhou Island at the time of the incident and were not injured by the battle, the rest were originally  All the monks who accounted for more than 99% of the number of people under the Three Immortals Temple were dead.  He also took away tens of thousands of monks from other sects.  So that more than thirty days have passed since the war, and the chaos on Xiping Mountain still did not attract any attention, and not even a single Jindan Master from Sanxian Temple came to suppress it.  According to the news obtained from reality, Sanxian Temple only retains the existence of those areas in the west of Yuzhou Island that are relatively intact.  In the two-thirds of the land on the east side of the island, which has become wasteland, the order within the walls of Xiaoyao City has been preserved.  Any slightest movement in Xiaoyao City will be suppressed.  Anyone who commits any crime will only face three extremely simple punishments: "imprisonment, exile, and death."  And before the anger of those Jindan masters who are in charge of the law subsides, all those who dare to cause chaos, even if they are fighting in the streets, will be beheaded in public.  But after leaving the city gate, as long as you don't get hit by the high-ranking monks wandering around the island, all order has collapsed!  Therefore, the red sun in the west slowly became deeper and gradually fell into the mountains. The ground was covered with a layer of purple, and a few stars flashed out of the sky above. Chen Guanshui stood on a hill, with the help of a huge stone  He covered himself up, pointed to a brightly lit camp at the foot of the mountain, and said to Mao Mushroom: "The spiritual stone we need is right there. Wait a minute, will you follow me in, or stay here?"
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