The clones are still killing monsters in the valley.

Bai Yujun found a chair and sat down to enjoy the fresh fruit. He stared at the old man with a bad expression. Now he just wanted to know whether King Chu was cooperating with the monster or was being taken advantage of by others. It seemed that both possibilities were very high.

Eat a bunch of grapes and spit out the skins, then look at the old gentleman.

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

The old man seemed calm, but his heartbeat was racing. The rapid heartbeat caused a temporary rise in body temperature.

Bai Yujun was worried that he might die suddenly because he was too nervous and excited.

"I really don't know..."

"Very good, I won't kill you, but you also know how serious the consequences of digging for dragon veins are. Even a small dragon vein cannot be done randomly. Your remaining eyes and legs cannot be saved. You will spend the rest of your life lying in bed.

, why bother."

"I...sigh..."

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

The monk surnamed Zhang stopped talking and knelt down, his face turned pale.

Rumble~!

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

There are not many monsters in the valley, and the numbers being hunted and hunted by clones are getting smaller and smaller. If you kill the clones, you can only look at the bright stars. Those clones who stab the monsters will definitely die. No matter what you do, the monsters will lose in the end, especially this kind of monster.

There are as many translucent clones as you want.

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

Finally there was one monster left, and the scaly clones joined forces and took turns slashing at it with one knife after another. Sparks flew everywhere, forcing it to retreat continuously, and a straight knife passed by and cut off the hamstring of one of its legs' knees.

The clone took the opportunity to pounce and chop off the head several times.

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

It rained heavily, and it hurt when it hit your face. The coolies who were digging the mountains and the soldiers were running around looking for big trees and boulders to take shelter from the rain. However, the rain became heavier and heavier and gathered into puddles in the deep pits dug.

The most terrible thing is that because of the excavation of the mountain, all the trees on the hillside were cut down, and yellow mud water continued to flow on the hillside...

The rain was as white as a waterfall and nothing could be seen. In the blink of an eye, the hut collapsed and there were streams everywhere. No matter where you hid, you couldn't avoid being soaked by the rain.

Time passed, but the rain did not stop at all!

The heavy rain seemed to have no effect on Bai Yujun, who just sat and admired the heavy rain falling from God.

Those who were taking shelter in the valley noticed something was wrong. Some of the mountain people who were familiar with the local climate looked pale, as if they could sense that the mountain god was angry, and their uneasiness was getting stronger and stronger!

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

The pouring rain reached the conditions for mudslides to form in a short period of time. The earth and rocks on the hillside loosened, causing mudslides to rumble down, filling in the excavated gaps and leaving a scar on the mountain.

It may take ten years to be covered by plants, and there can't be heavy rain in the last two years.

The old fortune teller stared at the landslide in stunned silence, feeling cold in his heart. He knew that his actions had made a big mistake and brought disaster. Just now, several laborers and soldiers in the valley were buried by mudslides. Anyone familiar with rescues knows how deadly mudslides are and how difficult it is to bury them.

Save.

There were people in the valley who were buried in the mud, their legs were pinned down and they couldn't move, and they were wailing and screaming.

"God, please forgive me... Grandpa Mountain God, calm down..."

The survivors hiding in high places knelt down and cried for mercy. Many people came forward to pull out those whose legs were pinned down. The scene was extremely chaotic for a time.

Bai Yujun looked unbearable, they were just a few poor people who were implicated.

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

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

The old fortune teller looked tired. Not long after he started digging, he caused a big disaster. If he continued digging, everyone might die here one day.

"Let's go, you can figure it out on your own."

The words disappeared in an instant, and turned into a stream of light again and went straight to the capital of Southern Chu. Bai Yujun planned to go back and carefully check whether there were monsters in the palace. Monsters didn't care about luck or cause and effect. They were just a bunch of unconstrained lawless madmen who only destroyed.

If we don't produce that kind, if we let it run wild, it is likely to cause great damage.

God is the employer, and as an employee you must do your best to solve problems. Of course, sending a message to Chunyang Palace is a good choice.

When I returned to the capital of Nanchu, I found that the monster had disappeared without a trace.

These monsters may have special contact methods or sensing abilities, lurking in the Central Plains to cause trouble secretly, and they will run away without hesitation when the opportunity arises, which is a waste of joy.

Notify Chunyang Palace and let them and the Western Cult deal with the remaining matters. Moubai prefers to lie down in a warm bed and sleep.

I got up in the early morning and went back to my bed in the afternoon, got into bed and slept soundly.

Ye Zi was dissatisfied with the quilt he had just folded and then pulled away...

…

Southern Wasteland, the dock of the Jiao Demon King's territory.

Qiao Jin, who was carrying a parcel and carrying a silver gun that was dusty from the weather, walked ashore on the gangplank.

I should have rushed to the Southern Wilderness a long time ago, but I heard on the way that there was an ancient miracle appearing in such and such a place. 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, and I followed with a sense of justice.

The alliance army, led by several masters, entered the evil cultivator's lair to seek justice.

When encountering a crisis in the ghost cave, he was almost harmed by an evil spirit summoned by an evil cultivator. At the critical moment, the scales in his arms became hot and flew out to become the 'demon king'.

Qiao Jin was confused at that time, and her eyes flashed as the demon king appeared and killed everyone.

The demon king just exposed his breath and frightened the evil ghosts to flee. He wiped out the zombies and evil ghosts with a few moves. Under the leadership of the demon king who suddenly appeared, the alliance army stormed into the altar with great momentum. The victory came inexplicably.

Later, Qiao Jin learned that the scales had the ability to summon a clone of the Demon King. No wonder the Demon King wasn't worried at all.

Staring at the bustling docks where large ships came and went, she felt unbelievable. In the distance was a city lined with flat streets lined with exquisite Central Plains-style pavilions. Qiao Jin felt that even the royal city was not as good as here. The most impressive thing was not the buildings, but the people walking on the streets...

People from the Central Plains, Jiuli, and even Rongtianling and Beidi clans.

The most incredible thing is that monsters with the characteristics of various birds and animals coexist peacefully with humans, chatting and laughing or playing around, which is simply unimaginable.

“What a magical place, I love it here.”

Follow the crowd of people disembarking and walk along the dock passage. In front of you is a spacious hall with the characteristics of Dali Temple, the official residence of the Central Plains, and there are elite demon soldiers everywhere.

The demon soldiers stood in the same standard and motionless posture as they had seen before. They all looked similar. They were all handsome men and beautiful women. They were holding long spears and swords at their waists and had cold and ruthless expressions. They looked slender, but no one dared to come forward to speak rudely or break the law.

There is a huge plaque hanging on the outer door of the classical hall with two large characters.
Chapter completed!