New White Snake Asking Immortals

The clone in the valley is still killing monsters.

Bai Yujun found a chair and sat down to enjoy the fresh fruit. She stared at the old man with an unfriendly expression. Now she just wanted to know whether the King of Chu was cooperating with monsters or being taken advantage of by someone stupidly. Both of them seemed to be very likely.

Eat a bunch of grapes and peel off the skin, and look at the old gentleman.

"Tell me, do you know whether there are monsters in the valley or are they being used by monsters? Don't lie, I can tell the truth from the lies through your heartbeat and blood flow."

The old man seemed to be calm, but his heartbeat was accelerating, which caused a short-term rise in body temperature.

Bai Yujun was worried that he would die suddenly because of being too nervous and excited.

"Little old man really doesn't know..."

"Very well, I won't kill you, but you also know how serious the consequences of digging out dragon veins are. Even a small dragon vein can't do anything carelessly. You can't keep your eyes and legs. You will spend the rest of your life in bed , why bother?"

"I... oh..."

With a sigh of sadness and helplessness, the old fortune teller suddenly felt that the good leg was getting more and more painful, and his one eye was gradually blurring...

The monk surnamed Zhang didn't speak anymore, and his face turned pale as he knelt down.

Boom~!

The clear sky was suddenly covered with dark clouds, strong wind and lightning.

There are not many monsters in the valley, and the number of being hunted down by the clones is getting smaller and smaller. Killing the clones can only take a look at the bright stars, but those clones will surely die if they stab the monsters. No matter what they do, the monsters will lose in the end, especially this kind of monsters. There are as many translucent clones as there are.

Several spiritual straight knives were connected in a string and quickly passed through the chest of a certain monster...

In the end, there was only one monster left, and the scale clone teamed up to slash one knife after another. Sparks splashed and forced it to retreat continuously.

The avatar took the opportunity to pounce on him and cut off his head several times in a row.

The translucent avatar disintegrated into starlight and returned to Bai Yujun's palm, and the two scales also flew back.

It was pouring rain, and it hurt when it hit the face. The coolies and soldiers digging the mountains scattered in search of big trees and boulders to shelter from the rain. However, the rain was getting bigger and bigger and pooled into puddles in the deep pits dug. The most terrible thing is that because of the need to dig the mountain, the trees on the hillside are cut down, and the hillside is constantly flowing with yellow muddy water...

The rain was as white as a waterfall, and nothing could be seen. In the blink of an eye, the thatched hut collapsed and the ground was covered with streams.

Time goes by, but the rain is not small at all!

The heavy rain didn't seem to affect Bai Yujun, she just sat and enjoyed the heavy rain from God.

The people sheltering from the rain in the valley noticed that something was wrong, and some mountain people who were familiar with the local climate were pale, as if they could feel the anger of the mountain god, and their anxiety was getting stronger and stronger!

"The earth dragon is coming! Run! The earth dragon is coming...!"

The pouring rain met the conditions for the formation of mudslides in a short period of time, and the soil and rocks on the hillside loosened, forming a mudslide that rumbled down, filling the gap dug out, and leaving a scar on the mountain.

It may take ten years to be covered by vegetation, and there must be no heavy rain for the last two years.

The old fortune-teller stared dumbfounded at the landslide, his heart was cold, he knew that his actions had made a big mistake and caused disasters. Just now several laborers and soldiers in the valley were buried by mudslides. Those who are familiar with rescues know how deadly mudslides are buried. Rescue.

Someone in the valley was buried in the mud and his legs were pinned down, unable to move, wailing and screaming.

"God, please forgive me... Grandfather of the Mountain God, calm down..."

Survivors who hid in high places knelt down and begged for mercy and cried, and many people stepped forward to drag out those whose legs had been crushed. The scene was once extremely chaotic.

Bai Yujun couldn't bear it, it's just a few poor people who have been implicated.

"Stop digging mountains, stop, not only God will be angry, I will kill you, I hope I won't let me do it."

"Oh~ I won't dig..."

The old fortune-teller looked tired. He had just been digging for a short time and caused a catastrophe. If he continued digging, maybe everyone would die here one day.

"Let's go, you can figure it out yourself."

The voice disappeared in an instant, and once again turned into a streamer and went straight to the capital of Nanchu. Bai Yujun planned to go back and carefully check if there were any monsters in the palace. Monsters don't care about luck or cause and effect. Don't make that kind, and let it mess around, which is likely to cause havoc.

God is the employer, and as an employee, he must do his best to solve the problem. Of course, sending a letter to Chunyang Palace is a good choice.

When I returned to the capital of Southern Chu, I found that the monster had run away without a trace.

These monsters may have special contact methods or sensory abilities, lurking in the Central Plains to make troubles secretly, and if they see something bad, they will run away without hesitation, and they will be happy for nothing.

Notify Chunyang Palace of the rest of the matter and let them and Xixijiao deal with it. A certain Bai prefers to sleep in a warm bed.

I got up in the early morning and returned to the nest in the afternoon, and fell asleep under the cover of the bed.

Ye Zi was dissatisfied with the quilt that had just been folded and then opened...

...

Southern Wilderness, the wharf of the Flood Demon King's territory.

Carrying a package and carrying a silver gun, Qiao Jin walked ashore on the diving board.

I should have rushed to the Southern Wilderness a long time ago. Who knew that I heard that there was an ancient miracle in a certain place on the way. I followed a group of martial arts people and low-level monks to join in the fun. After a long time, it turned out to be a cult altar. The sense of justice exploded and followed Under the leadership of several masters, the alliance army rushed into the evil cultivator's lair to bring justice.

In a crisis in the ghost cave, he was almost harmed by the evil spirits summoned by evil cultivators. At the very moment, the scales in his arms became hot and flew out to become the 'demon king'.

At that time, Qiao Jin was in a daze. In a flash, the demon king appeared and killed everyone.

The demon king just showed his breath and frightened the evil spirits to run away. He wiped out the zombies and evil spirits with a few tricks. Under the leadership of the sudden appearance of the demon king, the alliance army rushed into the altar aggressively, and the victory came inexplicably.

It was only later that Qiao Jin learned that the scales had the ability to summon the clone of the Demon King, no wonder the Demon King was not worried at all.

Staring at the bustling wharf where large ships come and go, I feel unbelievable. In the distance is a city with flat streets lined with exquisite Central Plains style pavilions. Qiao Jin feels that even the royal city is not as good as here. The most impressive thing is not the buildings, but the people walking on the streets...

Central Plains people, Jiuli people, and even the Rongtianling and Beidi clans.

The most unbelievable thing is that monsters with various characteristics of birds and beasts live in peace with the human race, chatting and laughing or playing, it is unimaginable.

"What an amazing place, I love it here."

Follow the disembarkation crowd and walk along the passageway of the pier. In front of it is a spacious hall with the characteristics of Dali Temple, the official government of the Central Plains, and there are elite demon soldiers everywhere.

The monster soldiers stood motionless as they had seen before, and they looked similar. They were all handsome men and beautiful women, holding spears, waist hips, and horizontal knives. Their faces were indifferent and ruthless.

There is a huge plaque hanging on the outer door of the classical hall, with two large characters written on it.

"customs?"

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