Junior Brother Please Don’T Cultivate

The Green Mountain Sect disappeared, and the road to the mountain has been closed.

Without the guidance of the disciples of the Green Mountain Sect, it would be impossible to find a mountain road into Sect.

This news quickly swept the entire Black Tortoise state.

"The Green Mountain Sect is no longer found now. According to the legend, it has been retired, and that mountain road is no longer accessible."

"Yes, I've heard it too. This is definitely a clear stream in Sect that doesn't enter the world."

Everyone doesn't know when this statement arose. It was probably after the disciples gathered on the mountain to search for the hidden world Sect?

In short, the three of them become tigers, and things come true as they are said.

At this time, the Green Mountain Sect has become a myth that does not follow the crowd and does not enter the world in the hearts of everyone. Although Sect has disappeared, but looking at the thatched huts occasionally looming in the mountains, one can think of this lofty and mysterious. The legend of Sect is outstanding and not spotless.

Although the Sect disciples have left the Black Tortoise State with the disappearance of the Green Mountain Sect, they have returned to their own Sect.

However, no one has forgotten such a magical experience, and is willing to talk about this adventure to the same person.

This way of word of mouth, the mysterious deeds of the Qingshan Sect spread almost all over the land of China.

On the whole land, almost no one knows, no one knows this rather legendary hidden world Sect.

Originally, I just wanted to make a lie and not let my emptiness in the interior show his feet. Who knows that this has accidentally become a legend!

In the illusion, the disciples of the Green Mountain Sect who returned to their old residence didn't know anything about it.

They only knew that they were forced to "flee" so far.

Several seniors seemed to have returned to the pre-liberation overnight, the dilapidated thatched cottage, the dilapidated bed, the dilapidated wooden table...

After spending a few Deva days in Black Tortoise State, I was able to get back to the house on the four walls of the house.

The brothers felt bitter. They didn't do anything this time, they just pretended to be forced, and they were really helpless. It turned out to be too much to have a home. It's like a whole set of tragedies on the table at this moment.

Several people occasionally murmured behind their backs, thinking that Master was making a fuss too much.

"This Master, the older you are, the less timid. He doesn't want to see guests, so let's thank the guests behind closed doors. As for the escape to the illusion?"

"Yes, let alone, we still have a junior brother! There really is no need to be so trembling!"

After a sigh, several people returned to their daily operations-stealing chicken from Houshan and adding meals at night.

After all, life is so bitter, only delicious food can balance my own heart.

After Chen Ming came to illusion, he began to work non-stop. Before, the Master told him to arrange personnel from the Suppression Brigade, assign manpower, and find a stronghold. Now he has to check it again to avoid any mistakes.

It's rare for the Master to arrange a task for himself, so naturally he should pay attention to it, otherwise he won't take me with me at the next meeting~

Chen Ming first summoned the members of the Suppression Brigade to arrange tasks.

"Members, this time we are convening to check the security of each base again."

Chen Ming took out the entire map of The Mortal Realm section. First of all, there are slices of runes on it, giving people a solemn and ancient atmosphere. The strange light above proves that these runes are not useless decorations, but really complex runes. .

Various annotations have been densely painted on this map, including the square matrix of each stronghold, the weapons and Magic Treasures that need to be configured.

What a huge magic project.

The disciples who entered the Demon Suppression Brigade were all admired when they saw Chen Ming preparing so hard for this work against the Demon Realm.

The disciples of Hidden World Sect are really different. No wonder the trial task was so complicated at the beginning. This is the power of cultural heritage.

I'm so lucky to be able to enter such a big formation, look up to the Green Mountain Sect so close, and learn from them.

As Chen Ming gestured to the map he was holding, he instructed the disciples: "Everyone must conduct a rigorous inspection at every important base according to the location I marked above and the schedule of the last personnel assignment. After one person has completed the inspection. , Another person needs to check. If there is any looseness, report it to me immediately. Once a monster is found, kill it. There is absolutely no room for the monster to survive in The Mortal Realm."

Chen Ming, who has walked through the devil world, knows that even a small space can grow a great devilish energy.

It is completely conceivable that the mountains are majestic and majestic, among which there must be demon haunt, and dangers are everywhere.

Among the rolling Jiāng Liú, there must be a demon running rampant, staring at it.

"Yes! All follow Chen fellow daoist's arrangement."

Little Junior Brother now seems to have become a small leader, taking his Demon Suppression Brigade to patrol everywhere all day long.

In accordance with Chen Ming's request, the members of the Suppressing Demons paired up to check the safety of each stronghold.

At this time, several of Chen Ming's seniors were eating chicken in the back mountain, and the tender fragrance of the chicken completely made them forget the tragedy of being beaten back to their original form.

At this moment, I am enjoying the lingering in this fragrant meringue and tender meat.

Regardless of the battle between humans and demons, Sect is compelling, life must be full of joy in life, and now there is wine and now drunk.

"You bastards, you know how to eat all day long! If the door is destroyed someday, it's up to you where you eat!"

"Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!" With a few muffled sounds, the four seniors were slapped on the heads by Qingshan Daoist.

These cubs have eaten too much, the key is to eat meat without taking me.

What's more Damn it is that the meat smell can already diffuse into every corner of Sect, and I don't know how to converge.

"Master!"

"Master!"

Lin Wentian quickly put down the chicken thighs in their hands and stood in a row, but their eyes were always on their own plate.

"You guys, after returning to Sect, you’re just being lazy all day long. Look at your little brothers who are busy all day long, busy setting up the anti-devil formation. You are free. The smell of this chicken thigh meat is about to make the Demon Brigade. The disciple attracted."

Qingshan Daoist reprimanded mercilessly, and then snatched the chicken thighs from their plate: "These meats are all confiscated! If you let me know that you ate them, Zonggui will wait."

Several people saw the old man Qingshan put this delicious barbecue into their own pocket, and their saliva was about to stay.

The Master is obviously borrowing questions, isn't the ultimate goal to stud our chicken thighs?

The Suppression Brigade, the little junior, are all pretenses.

Don't think we can't see it. Your old man has been greedy for a long time! Hey, the happiness of today is so gone.

On the other side, Chen Ming, who arranged the affairs of the Suppression Demon Brigade, came to the bed, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and settled, preparing to enter the Palace of Ten Thousand Tribulations.

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