Huan Mei teases her pet as if no one is around, but if she is intentional, she will find that the nails on her hands have quietly become sharper, like the unexplored claws of a beast.
The old man hummed heavily and knocked his cane on the ground. The peach blossoms that grew on it instantly withered and turned into powder.
"How long are you going to hang out here!" the old man asked sternly.
Huanmei bit her pet's earlobe and said frivolously: "Of course it will be when I get tired of playing with it."
The old man suppressed his anger and said: "If you capture more territory, you can capture more men. Don't you understand this?!"
Huan Mei said lightly: "How could you not understand? But I already have Xiao Xi, and he alone is worth millions of people. What's more, hehe, I just got another beautiful man. Paradise is not yet complete, and beauty is still fresh. We are weak and outnumbered, so we really don’t have the energy to expand our territory.”
The old man's face twitched with anger at her insufferable attitude, and he said bitterly: "If it weren't for the Lord's words not to allow internal strife, do you think you can still be here and carefree?!"
Ignore the illusion.
The old man added: "What will the other Beast Emperors think if you are lazy and playful like this? They are working hard for the revival of the demon clan, but you are greedy for beauty and pleasure behind the scenes. Have you ever thought about what this will do to us? How much damage will be done to the fighting spirit and morale of the demon clan?!"
After hearing these words, Huan Mei's expression finally changed a little. She bit her lower lip lightly, frowning slightly, showing a slight distress.
A wisp of fragrant wind blew by, and the three male cultivators present were all in a trance, their eyes were misty, and they were so groggy that it was difficult to distinguish external affairs.
Huanmei sighed helplessly: "Well, I just need to correct myself, um -" she thought for a moment, "How about I send some demons to occupy the adjacent jurisdiction to the west? Then I will take over the two places. Merge, build a larger love nest, build a top-notch cave for my Xiao Xi and Xiao Rong, which will be convenient for them to practice, and there will be more places to play, um... It seems to be very good, but it will take time... "
"enough!"
The old man was furious, "If you put all your thoughts on these trivial matters into cultivation, how can you have such little strength!"
Huanmei pouted, not angry, and said in an aggrieved tone: "People just like to have fun in time. Since you don't agree with my plan, what do you think I should do?"
The old man's forehead was throbbing with veins. Finally, he gave Huan Mei a hard look with a look that said, "Rotten wood cannot be carved." He said angrily and helplessly: "Go and help!"
Huanmei: "Who to help?"
Old man: "Chu Cang!"
Huan Mei's eyes flashed with light: "Didn't Chu Cang do a good job? I heard that the Wufeng Sword Sect missed the opportunity and was messed up by him. He still needs my help? Besides, Kunhuang Sect is so far away from here. so far."
The old man: "It's not close, but it's not far either! Chu Cang threatened the lives of the Kunhuang Sect members and ordered the Wufeng Sword Sect to throw rat weapons, but that doesn't mean that the Wufeng Sword Sect will endure it forever. According to reliable information, they have already fought with The Emperor Rong clan joins forces and prepares to counterattack the desert."
Huanmei: "The Di Rong Clan? That's right, it coincides with Chu Cang's plan. The Wufeng Sword Sect wants to take advantage of the Di Rong Clan's geographical advantages, and the Di Rong Clan wants to eliminate the threat, so it makes sense to join forces. If you look at it this way, Chu Cang Cang does need some help, let me think about it."
While she was pondering, she went to untie a male cultivator's shirt.
"Chu Cang has hostages and controls the desert. He will definitely look down on my small manpower. So, what I can do is help him get rid of the obstacle of the Emperor Rong Clan, right?"
The old man hummed: "You still have some brains."
Huanmei: "Can you give me some advice on how to do it specifically?"
The old man was about to answer, but when he saw that Huan Mei was playing with the male cultivator non-stop, and did not even show his attitude of listening to the instructions, he was so angry that he gasped and said angrily: "You want to go on your own!"
After saying that, he tore apart the space and said one sentence before leaving: "If you dare to be lazy and procrastinate, even if the Lord doesn't like it, I will destroy your fox's den!"
Huanmei snorted softly, her fingernails returned to their rounded shape, and her originally slightly displeased face reappeared with a smile when she turned to the three male cultivators.
She removed her magical power, and the three male cultivators gradually woke up, looking a little confused. They knew that the old man and Huanmei were having a conversation just now, but they couldn't remember the content of the conversation, as if a small piece of their continuous memory was blurred.
The male cultivator who had been stripped of his clothes tried to put on his clothes after regaining consciousness, but was completely overwhelmed by the phantom that rushed towards him.
The big fluffy white tail split into two and wrapped around the other two.
In the main hall, there was an imaginative sound.
…
Kunhuang Sect.
The entire desert has been completely occupied by sand ants.
The blooming flower of death is not satisfied with the nutrients of the desert, and extends its root system beyond the desert.
Around the desert, those families, tribes, and power organizations that had existed for a long time suffered two major blows in a very short period of time.
The first time was the attack of the monster.
Monster beasts all over the mountains and plains ran for their lives, razing everything in their way to the ground. No matter the thick walls, fierce restrictions, terrifying spells, or powerful magic weapons, they can't stop their crazy escape.
Countless monsters died on the escape road, which was also covered with human corpses and ruins of buildings.
However, a considerable number of monsters escaped and temporarily escaped the shadow of death.
Since the monsters and beasts intended to escape rather than kill, although the human cultivators suffered huge losses, they were still within the tolerable range.
—until the second blow came.
This time, it was a real disaster.
Sand ants fill the sky and earth, gnaw everything, and destroy everything.
Compared with the initial stage, the change of these sand ants is not only the astonishing increase in number, but also the improvement in their own strength. After going through layers of mutation and survival of the fittest, it is now difficult to find those tiny primitive individuals among sand ants today.
Facing the approaching roots of the Flower of Death, those cultivating groups that could not compare with the large sects had only one word - escape.
But there is one exception.
In the frenzy of sand ants, the Emperor Rong clan is like a rock that has stood for thousands of years, standing firm despite the erosion of the ant tide.
One of the reasons why it was spared from suffering was the "black clouds and shining sun" that surrounded the entire tribe.
Volcanoes erupted one after another, the earth rumbled and shook, and the billowing black smoke formed a barrier, like the black sea hanging upside down, tightly protecting the Di Rong clan. From time to time, crimson and golden beast shadows break out of the sea, and there are endless numbers. It was a three-legged monster bird formed from molten lava, flying and soaring in the black smoke, roaring and cracking the sky.
The overwhelming sand ants were killed in patches by the poisonous black smoke before they even got close. If you get closer, a large number of them will die under the high temperature. Once you survive the toxicity and high temperature, you will face the ruthless burning of the flames.
So far, no sand ant has passed through the black clouds and reached the interior of the Emperor Rong Clan.
Over time, even the sand ants, which lack much spirituality and are mostly driven by instinct, have learned to take detours in the face of this powerful force that is almost "natural danger".
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