To deal with Bai Xiaomei, who is just like a mortal, it only requires a little bit of manipulation.
This task fell to Demon Cultivator No. 9.
Being stared at by the holy aunt, Demon Cultivator No. 9 stood firmly on Bai Xiaomei's side and spoke plausibly.
"Whoever I turn to will be unlucky, so I can't be used by you."
"But you are the child's father, so don't you care at all that she is in the hands of that witch Bai Xiaomei?"
The four-year-old little dumpling is the sweetheart of the couple.
In order to prevent having too many children and not being able to handle them, Bai Xiaomei separated the two from a distance, but their relationship remained the same as before.
After Bai Xiaomei kidnapped the child, the two even had a warm relationship before starting to think about how to save the child.
Children get a free treat.
The ninth chapter of Demonic Cultivation says,
"I follow Bai Xiaomei most of the time, and you, the mother-in-law, don't really take care of her. Of course, I don't take her much. I think Bai Xiaomei won't do it easily."
"She will fight for the world with me. It's very scary. You are a foundation-building monk. No one in Yun Tai can beat you. You can't even save your child, you loser."
The more she talked, the angrier she became. She kicked Mo Xiu Zhijiu out of bed and got up herself. Her daughter could ignore it for now, but the feeling of possessing the world should not be missed for a moment.
Prince Jin was just a puppet emperor. He was so frightened by Bai Xiaomei that he became even more submissive and easy to control when he fell into her hands.
The position of the Crown Princess is very ordinary, but she is above the emperor, which is a lot of fun.
"I'm a good-for-nothing, but you can take a fancy to me."
Demonic Cultivator No. 9 was not angry, so he followed and punched the holy aunt in the face. The holy aunt gave him a few more punches, neither light nor hard.
Back and forth, they hugged each other again.
"The Northern Wei Dynasty has been destroyed by Bai Xiaomei. Your current position is high, but it won't last long, so you need to make plans early."
"Why won't it last long? You'd better take care of it first."
The Holy Aunt pushed away the Ninth Demonic Cultivator. It was precisely because she saw the abyss under the throne that she became even more obsessed with that position.
She is confident that she can do better than Bai Xiaomei. Bai Xiaomei has fanatic followers, and she has been lurking for so many years. Not only has she controlled the fanatic followers, but she also has the power of the Lingdan Platform to use.
The Ninth Demonic Cultivator is one of the few strong ones in the world among foundation-building monks. Meng Zhen and Meng Gu are direct disciples, and they are also masters of the Great Perfection of Qi training. As long as the monks encounter Yun Tai monks who go out, corrosion is not a problem.
In the court, she was familiar with all Bai Xiaomei's operations and was proficient in business. She also had General Mu as a distant relative. For example, Zhu Shiwu, the son-in-law who came to the house, was closer to his family. Not to mention adding more power to a tiger, at least he could control the world.
The current opponent is Zhu Shiquan's army. Zhu Dahua didn't know what she was doing. She seemed to like being worshiped by others. What was the use of being flashy?
The generals are on her side, and the civil servant Yuan Youshu is on her side. Isn't she the destiny?
Sometimes, when the country is reorganized, and her merits exceed those of the emperor, she can legitimately become the empress.
After destroying the enemy Northern Wei Dynasty and then establishing a more powerful country, the Holy Aunt found the meaning of life, and she would not leave even if she died on the throne.
As for these, Mo Xiu Zhijiu scratched his head, he should go to study the big formation. As for the child, I'm sorry, if Bai Xiaomei wants to keep it, then just keep it. As long as he doesn't die, it won't be a big problem.
Which, "."
The child has become accustomed to being around Bai Xiaomei. Anyway, her parents are busy people and will not care about her needs.
In Zhizhi's eyes, Bai Xiaomei is a very powerful person. Everyone listens to her and gives her good things, but getting everything is not without a price. This price often makes Bai Xiaomei angry.
Zhi Zhi didn't understand it very well. She just felt that being a leader was a painful thing and she didn't want to be any leader.
Bai Xiaomei listens in front of the statue, and forgets the time while meditating. However, there are monks in Juntai who have Bigu Pills. The few mortals can't get close to Bai Xiaomei, so no one cares about food. If you are hungry, you can drink water until you are full and you will not be hungry. .
It is strictly forbidden to go out in Juntai. The monks compete with each other in their cultivation and hardly speak to each other. Some of them can't speak even at the age of four, and they have an old-fashioned expression at such a young age.
Bai Xiaomei started to practice again, and creatures that were originally afraid of her coercion took the opportunity to appear. First, a demon and a snake appeared in Juntai, which frightened Zhihuan and ran to the dungeon. He was frightened again and met a red fox. After being frightened three times, the ninth chapter of Demonic Cultivation Finally appeared.
The child was still young and relied heavily on his unreliable father, so he immediately threw himself into Mo Xiuzhijiu's arms for comfort.
However, after Moxiu No. 9 gave her some food, she went into the dungeon and shut herself up.
He squatted on the ground and drew circles.
"You can't tell the monks that he's here, you can't leave the platform, and you can't disturb Sister Bai."
"There are so many things you can't do. Life is really tiring for you kid."
The ball used to draw circles suddenly made a sound. It was the toy that came down from Mo Xiuzhijiu's body.
"The ball has spoken." The child was shocked.
"You are the ball, and your whole family is the ball."
"I'm not the ball, I call it."
"You're a rat."
"You are the rat, and your whole family is the rat." The child learned to curse and was very proud.
"Rat spirit, hurry up and destroy the formation."
"I'm not a rat, I am one."
"Zhizhi is a rat spirit. Why are you called Zhizhi if you're not a rat spirit? If you break the formation, I will give you rat food."
Zhizhi burst into tears on the spot.
"I'm not a rat, wow~" He cried loudly, attracting the ninth demon cultivator.
In the Mustard Seed Formation, four-year-old Jiang Nu heard someone coming and immediately told four-year-old Jiuyou to shut up.
Liao Yuanyuan hugged her knees and watched quietly. She didn't know why she got pregnant, and even the pills couldn't prevent these two little lives from coming into the world. She was very happy to see the children healthy and lively, but this was too strange.
Why did she get pregnant? She fell in love with Liao Xingchen, but she gave birth to a child with Zhu Shiquan.
Forget it, life is over, just bring the Qi Bender back when you go out, just don't tell Zhu Shiquan, he wants to be a human being, people are short-lived, it doesn't matter whether he knows it or not.
Jiang Nu glanced at Liao Yuanyuan with disdain: Fortunately, Zhu Shiquan had God's final blessing, otherwise you would have killed him this time. It's just the great harmony of life, so there is no need to use strong medicine.
Four-year-old Jiuyou is keen on lifting his pants. He always feels that a part is missing, but he can't remember what it is. He becomes very sad and cries frequently, which makes Jiang Nu feel very embarrassed.
Outside the Mustard Seed Formation, Demon Cultivator Jiu comforted him and devoted himself to developing the formation.
"Your father doesn't care about you at all."
"Wow~"
The Ninth Demonic Cultivator came and went, and then he simply stopped coming out, leaving him to cry and fuss as much as he wanted, and the dungeon door was locked from the inside.
"Let me tell you, your father just doesn't like you and you have been abandoned."
When Jiang Nu spoke, she grinned from the corners of her mouth to her ears. Liao Yuanyuan felt that there was something wrong with her daughter, and that was probably what Zhu Shiquan was like. The Qi Sect would never produce such a demonic child.
Out of love for her children, Liao Yuanyuan firmly believed that Jiang Nu could still be saved.
Out of recognition of the sect, Liao Yuanyuan firmly believed that the sect could correct Jiang Nu's nature.
Zhizhi was tired from crying and could recover by eating and sleeping, but having Jiang Nu beside her talking to her cast a heavy shadow on her four-year-old mind.
"Your father doesn't want you anymore, and your mother doesn't want you anymore. Break the formation and I'll play with you."
"I don't want it, wow~"
Liao Yuanyuan covered Jiang Nu's mouth. She couldn't listen anymore. Jiuyou was kicked by Jiang Nu, who continued to attack her heart.
Jiuyou was gentle and gentle, and it was rare to find resonance, so he listened to Jiuyou's words and ran out of Juntai to start the children's adventure.
There are many monks in Juntai, but there are few mortals in Juntai.
"You can't stand these two kids, you're a loser! Go find him right away, and you'll have to catch him even if you dig over the ground!"
Bai Xiaomei lost this relaxation card, and Saint Aunt got a chance.
The monks who flew out of Juntai went to the holy aunt.
I was stunned to let a child cross the mountains and reach the border. The ninth demon cultivator didn't go looking for the child, he felt that the holy aunt needed him more.
When he was four and a half years old, he went to Pengcheng to beg for food.
In Pengcheng, Zhizhi met many red foxes, but he was not as afraid as before.
Then he met a woman and was taken back to raise her, but she was raised secretly.
No matter how high the garden wall was, it couldn't stop her curiosity, and she finally saw the woman's husband, a monk named Ace.
The nine ghosts flashed their light and immediately ordered them to poison the trump card.
"Use poisonous powder to paralyze him, immediately." Hatred made his little face twist.
Liao Yuanyuan hugged the two children and covered her mouth with one hand, not knowing what to do.
She had never encountered such a difficult problem before, and she would rather challenge Yuanying Ba Snake than take these two little devils with her.
We can no longer be depressed in the formation, these two children must be trained in airbending!
But how to get out?
Under the statue of Meow, a mustard ball trapped a family of three.
Marriage Fox came to burn incense again, polished the scrawled cat's head until it was so shiny that the fox could see it, and showed a satisfied smile.
"We have work to do, let's gather."
Due to the vagaries of the war, the little fox frequently traveled between the two countries' borders. The monk's death made the road much wider, and the animal path was only one foot away from the human path.
The Marriage Fox not only lost his temple, but was also robbed of his job by the scrawled cat. As a formally established fox, he felt uncomfortable if he didn't work for a day. When he heard that something was done, he flew to the gathering and forgot the reincarnation of his ancestor on the altar table. .
"We collect beliefs for Shangxian, but there are too many temples for Shangxian. You can build one temple at a time, starting from the backbone of the business."
The little fox with the gift of finding objects assigned the task.
The author was nearby, continuing to write "The Chronicles of the Great Wei Dynasty". With a premonition that the end was coming, he went out to look for new inspiration for the magazine.
Put your bags on your back, ride your bicycle, and hit the road with the wild wind blowing.
Magistrate He made many bets, and there were people from his family there. No, this pioneer in building temples cannot afford to offend.
Yuan Youshu eradicated many temples of demons, even Bailu's temple took the lead in destroying them, and his beliefs were exclusive.
Um.
No one can afford to offend.
"Egret assassinated the emperor, how can he be regarded as a god for his actions?" After these words came out, the temple of Egret was praised by the people.
This temple has never been effective since it was built, so the shoveling is good.
Not long ago, thunder struck in the mountains and forests, and a monk shouted, "Where is this fellow Taoist who is going to survive the calamity here?" There was no response.
The author plans to go there on a bicycle.
The wild foxes on the roadside are like waves, occupying villages and dirt roads. Their eyes are shining with evil light, and they don't look like local foxes.
A white tiger flew in the sky.
White tiger.
Damn it.
The wild foxes laughed and hid, like a group of stinging locusts. The author quickly overturned the bicycle and lay down in the grass to observe secretly.
The wilderness is deserted.
A white tiger fell from the sky, and there was a tiger driver on top, who looked like a lazy Taoist priest.
Two figures chased after each other and landed on the treetops.
A large net fell from the sky, covering Fan Wuxin and the eighth-level star-eyed white tiger.
Meng Zhen held the rattle in his hand, and Meng Gu held the puppet in his hand, each with one hand free to manipulate the green grass, ropes, and bamboo boards.
The green rope made of Yuling grass replaced the previous red rope.
"As a monk, don't be too evil-hearted."
Fan Wuxin recognized the imperial spirit grass.
Heavenly Spirit Grass can eliminate the more fragile spiritual roots in a monk's Dantian, allowing monks with multiple spiritual roots to focus on the cultivation of a single spiritual root and become successful faster.
The Royal Spirit Grass looks very much like the Heavenly Spirit Grass. It grows more and is more widely distributed than the Heavenly Spirit Grass. A small amount of use can increase spiritual plants, but more may be the strongest spiritual roots that wither, so no one dares to use it.
A large net floated above Fan Wuxin's head, eroding the spiritual energy barrier.
The two sisters, Meng Zhen and Meng Gu, are reincarnated sixth-grade alchemists. They can handle herbs at their fingertips, and the skills they gradually awaken from their previous lives are the key to their ability to practice again.
Hunting the foundation-building monks was not what they wanted, but Fan Wuxin crossed the line.
Both Bai Xiaomei and Saint Aunt ordered that any monks who crossed the line should be killed without mercy.
They also need to protect the little general, and they must not let danger get close to the little general.
"Walk."
"Or, die."
The two of them still planned to give Fan Wuxin a choice. After all, Fan Wuxin had good fighting prowess and was accompanied by a spiritual beast. It would not be easy to win.
Fan Wuxin was happy,
"You guys are really interesting, but I have a mission and I have to go to Yuntai. I don't want to go either, because the old guy has to give you face."
A fight broke out over a disagreement.
The author was afraid of being affected, so he headed towards the nearby garrison, where he would feel more at ease when there were more people.
Then the trumpet sounded, melodiously for thousands of miles.
The young general led his army out.
Lintian City was fighting for the young general in his homeland. Zhu Shiquan was surrounded by one careless move and led his army to retreat. They retreated steadily until they left the country.
At the critical moment, Zhu Shiquan led his army to regain some territory.
After the reorganization of the Qinglong Army where the young general belongs, every soldier is a monk on the second level of Qi training. They practice a kind of skill together and use it together. Even the foundation-building monks dare not approach alone.
It will be gone if we retreat to our foundation.
The last city.
The soldiers were in panic all day long. They abandoned their helmets and had no fighting power. Fortunately, they ran to the temple instead of running out of the city.
The young general got the news, but it was the old general who came to the city.
Zhu Shiquan walked out of the city gate alone.
The cold light shines on the iron coat.
There are thousands of cavalrymen, standing high, and one person standing alone determines the success or failure of the war.
Zhu Shiwu rode his horse out of the cavalry,
"Brother, surrender, you have already lost."
"Oh, did you capture the city behind me? No. I haven't lost yet."
"Don't be like this, I am your brother and I want you to live.
Join the Northern Wei Dynasty. "
Zhu Shiwu got off his horse and reached out to Zhu Shiquan. Black frayed gloves.
Zhu Shiwu was not sure whether he could recruit Zhu Shiquan to surrender. He was now in a situation that was ten thousand times better than Zhu Shiquan's, but he was not as spirited as Zhu Shiquan.
Zhu Shiquan always knew what he wanted, and Zhu Shiwu was just a follower behind him from the beginning.
No matter how strong he is, he can't defeat the long-standing pressure.
The old general frowned. Zhu Shiwu was not as powerful as Zhu Shiquan. As the father-in-law, of course he had to support him.
"Zhu Shiquan, you can live if you surrender, but you can only die if you resist. There are not many choices left for you in this world!"
As soon as the words came out, the soldiers and horses took a step forward, aggressively.
Anyone else would have been so frightened that he would have kowtowed and surrendered on the spot, but he was facing Zhu Shiquan.
"I am here, and the city is here."
He yearned for that position, and he had nothing left.
"careful!"
Zhu Shiwu was the first to react and formed a shield to resist, but the fragile earth shield had no resistance at all and was penetrated by the flames.
The young general came with his men, and the army's position was not disrupted.
By the time the army was caught off guard and restored order, Zhu Shiquan had already flown to the city wall, scorning the army of monks like ants.
"A rabble."
The flames continued to burn.
The body wrapped in iron emitted a fragrant aroma.
The ground collapsed, and the cavalry fell into the holes one after another in the areas hollowed out by the engineering soldiers.
"Lianying, please leave quickly, my brother is crazy."
Zhu Shiwu protected the young general from being injured. The two of them were in a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. Not far away was the burnt corpse of the old general.
The young general showed a relieved smile and hugged Zhu Shiwu tightly.
"It's great that you're here."
Zhu Shiwu hugged her back.
The two men gradually disappeared in the sky fire.
Zhu Shiquan has never used the Burning Heaven Technique, which is at the peak of the seventh level of qi training. People think that he is on the same level as Zhu Shiwu, which leads to a one-pot situation.
Zhu Shiquan did not want to use magic to win unless he was forced into an extreme situation.
The cooperation of the fire spirit body and the fire spirit root, this long flame, is at the level of foundation building, and the entire Qinglong Army was annihilated on the spot.
When the city defenders emerged, they saw Zhu Shiquan standing beside a pit as vast as the sea. There was a huge smoke and fire in the pit, and his back looked like it was made of iron.
"The city is defended, long live General Zhu!"
"Long live General Zhu!"
Joy like a roaring tsunami.
Zhu Shiquan smiled. In fact, it still hurt a little, but the position in the distance was more important.
As if paying homage to the soldiers who sacrificed their lives for the country, ashes fell from the sky.
A flock of jackdaws hung above the city.
On the skyline is the Uighur Army, the old enemy of the Northern Wei Dynasty.
The fisherman gets a profit.
"The Mu family is really worthless. They gave away gold and silver to build an army for this failing country, and ended up like this."
When Gongye walks from a distance, people will never come close to him, and the ridicule will never stop.
In his opinion, the Mu family is stupid, although he also wants such loyal subordinates.
No one person can stop the overthrow of a country, and it is understandable that he will be destroyed if he does not follow the trend.
Then, it's time for him to rule the world.
Countless jackdaws flew out of the bag beside the giant, and the sky over the river became gloomy and foggy.
"If it's the Qinglong Army, I'd still consider it. The Fallen Jackdaw is specifically designed to restrain your Zhu Shiquan's flames. Kill!"
Zhu Shiquan used up all his spiritual energy in one move, and his cultivation level dropped all the way.
His qualifications could not sustain such consumption, and his spiritual roots burned to the ground.
Became a mortal.
How can they, mortals, bear it, witchcraft.
When Meng Zhen and Meng Gu arrived, the young general was already gone. Judging from the way he died, Zhu Shiquan was unforgivable.
"Take your life!"
