In Guangxi, a few black shadows passed by the sky above the jungle deep in the 100,000 mountains. As the black shadows got closer, the black shadows looked more and more clear. If the fat man was here, he would be stunned. Oh my God, what are these? They were actually twelve flying yakshas acting together. Moreover, these twelve flying yakshas were different from the one he killed last time. The twelve flying yakshas were covered in blood, as if they had just been sprayed with blood. Each hideous flying yakshas was holding a living person in his hand, and two young girls were already shocked. The other people were also in a semi-dementia state in Yasha's arms. As they passed through the flight along the way, they were scared and they had no courage to struggle.

A crisp flute sound came clearly from the top of a mountain in the distance. After hearing the whistle, the yakshas accelerated their flight speed, their wings kept flapping, and soon flew to the front of a stone cave on the top of the mountain in the distance. Then the yakshas held the living people they had caught from outside and lined up to walk into the cave.

There was some light in the cave, very dark, and there was a feeling of ghostly aura. A man in a Taoist robe sat high on a chair covered with fur from a tiger monster. He held a green bamboo flute in his left hand and a crystal clear crystal cup in his right hand, with half a cup of red things inside. The man in Taoist dress drank the red liquid in the cup and said softly to himself. He looked up and looked towards the entrance of the cave.

A series of twelve flying yakshas walked in in a neat line. Each yaksha was holding a living person in his arms, standing in a row below the man in the Taoist dress, waiting for the man in the Taoist dress to take the next instructions.

The man in Taoist dress looked at the row of flying yakshas with a height of more than four meters below, with a fierce expression, a single horned head and a pair of wings on the back, and said to himself with satisfaction: "Southern and Mao Bei horses, everyone knows that my Mao Xiaofang's method of subduing demons and eliminating demons is extraordinary, but no one knows that the corpse control technique inherited from Maoshan is even more profound. These twelve resentful corpses were refined by me in the extreme Yin land to kill hundreds of people to sacrifice, and then used the method of raising corpses to refine corpses for a long time.

In the years, I finally refined the twelve hair zombies. The Emperor's Spilling Pulse from the Sky is really helpful to me. The twelve hair zombies have evolved into flying blood zombies. My Mao Xiaofang has these twelve flying blood zombies in my hand. Where can I go in the world? The end of the world is coming. This is my Mao Xiaofang's opportunity. I have a flute in my hand, and who can block the power of the twelve flying blood zombies. Apart from the flute sound psychic technique of my Mao family, who can still destroy these twelve flying blood zombies? Hahahahaha."

At the end of the talk, Mao Xiaofang, a man in Taoist dress, couldn't help laughing to the sky. Four sharp fangs appeared in his mouth in the laughter. He looked at the living person in the hands of the flying blood corpse below, and said with satisfaction: "This human blood is still fresh, but it tastes good." He strode forward, holding the bamboo flute in his left hand gently waved his finger, and gently stroked the woman's neck in the hand of a yaksha. A blood arrow rushed out and shot into Mao Xiaofang's cup. Mao Xiaofang took a sip and said leisurely: "Xiao Ling,

My father sealed you in the ancestral tomb of my Mao family, which made you suffer for more than a hundred years. My father is sorry for you. After the red lotus karma fire of my father is practiced to great success, I will go out to save you." A blood-colored fire that soared into the sky rose from Mao Xiaofang's back. At the same time, the twelve flying yaks made Mao Xiaofang look like a god, a demon, and a demon. Mao Xiaofang now has long lost the expression of the Taoist priest who used to subdue demons and cure diseases and save people. He has become evil and domineering, gloomy and terrifying.

Besides, the fat man was chasing the old man in the system and returning to Nanning City. The fat man with his cultivation level in the sword-making stage obviously felt something different from before. Now, the fat man could sense the wisps of heaven and earth spiritual energy in the air with the power of the soul. In the fat man's eyes, the heaven and earth have become colorful, and the colors of various things are brighter. With the help of the power of the soul, the fat man could clearly tell that the heaven and earth spiritual energy there should be stronger and thinner.

The sky gradually became brighter, and the lingering autumn rain fell silently in the breeze. In the bleak autumn wind and drizzle, the fat man ran all the way and quickly returned to the outside of the gymnasium. The door was already full of children waiting to eat porridge, and the number was absolutely tens of thousands. Several older boys were holding a few children with red faces and unconsciousness in their arms. The fat man walked up and asked what was going on. These children wiped their tears and said, "Uncle Fat, we haven't eaten for several days. My sister has been hungry and freezing for several days. Please save my sister." Seeing the children crying sadly where the sister was hugging her, the fat man felt very uncomfortable. He hurriedly greeted the children and hurried into the gymnasium and said, "It's not a problem to get wet outside. What should I do if I have gonorrhea if I have gonorrhea.

In the gymnasium, the bearded man and Zeng Nitian had already started cooking fires. With the help of a large group of girls, more than a dozen big pots were lined up in a row. The water in the pot was already burning and rumbling, just waiting to get the ingredients in.

Seeing the fat man coming in, the two of them stood up quickly, looking at the fat man with red faces and a happy face, Zeng Nitian and the beard both understood what was going on, and said happily together: "Congratulations to the elder brother for successfully breaking through the realm of cultivation. The elder brother is invincible in the world, has supernatural powers, and that unifying the world."

The fat man was speechless, why did it be this set of words? The fat man stopped and signaled them to stop and quickly cooked the porridge. The fat man's meat porridge is now mainly made of large pieces of monster meat, made of rice, wheat grains mixed with millet and red beans. It is a thick pot of more than a dozen pots. A child with a similar appetite will be full if he has two bowls. He started to eat two meals yesterday. Under the nourishment of monster meat, he has now become a little blushing and very energetic.

While the fat man and others were busy, they cooked again in the middle, and then all the children were fed. The fat man looked at the empty venue and moved his hands, taking bags of food out of the space in the pot. In a short while, dozens of bags were piled on the ground.

The fat man shook his hands, and then threw out a few huge monsters, and stopped his movements. After thinking about it, he said to the children, "You are all full. When you are full, you will go out to help inform your friends who have not been notified. I will continue to cook porridge here for you to eat, so that they can come here for lunch and evening, so that they can eat full." The fat man thought to himself, if you come another day, these helpless children in the city should be almost gathered. I'd better put them all in the demon refining pot and send them back to Qingping Cave Heaven. When you get there, it's not my business. By the way, you have to find a way to release the food in your hands early, otherwise, the people in the city will not be able to complete the task if they starve to death. By the way, just ask for help from the mercenary group outside.

The fat man waved and called Zeng Nitian over: "What's the matter? Brother Fat?" Zeng Nitian trotted to the fat man and asked with a happy look. Brother Fat is finally going to send me a job. This means that he has recognized me. I must do my best to let Fat man accept me as soon as possible.

The fat man took Zeng Nitian to a room in the gymnasium. With his hand stretched out, he threw a top-quality protective fairy suit and a first-level magic weapon, Machete Mountain, and threw it to Zeng Nitian. The fat man briefly explained the usage and function of these two magic weapons to Zeng Nitian, and then signaled Zeng Nitian to sacrifice and refine these two things first.

Zeng Nitian thought happily that he thought that Brother Fat was asking me to come over to do something, but he didn't expect that it would be such a good thing. He came forward and sent two magic weapons to come over. Zeng Nitian was so excited that he was full of tears. He quickly nodded and bowed to the fat man: "Brother Fat, from now on, you will be my boss. Whoever dares to bully you? I will kill him with one knife first. As long as the boss speaks, I will never say anything." The fat man gently patted Zeng Nitian's shoulder, but said nothing. Zeng Nitian gently wiped away his tears, and began to sacrifice the fairy clothes and chop the mountain knife in his hand.

After a while, Zeng Nitian's sacrifice was successfully performed. The fat man ignored Zeng Nitian's ecstatic expression and said to Zeng Nitian: "Oh my god, go to the remaining few larger mercenary groups in Nanning City, and say that the fairy clothes on you and the big sword in your hand. If I want it, just exchange it with the crystal core. As for the exchange ratio? Let them come to talk to me. By the way, after seeing them, I said that I went to the Tiandao Mercenary Group last night, don't say anything else, they dare not touch you, and you can just come back directly when the matter is done." Zeng Nitian silently recited the fat man's words several times in his heart, and hurriedly took the order.
Chapter completed!