Legendary Pharmacist

"Don't worry, God Lord, the remaining cultivators in Yunxiu Continent are no longer good enough. As long as you give me some time, they can all be wiped out." Mo Junrong bit the bullet and reported all the status quo, and finally did not forget Pat on the chest for sure.

But the mental pressure from his shoulders still hasn't eased. It seems that these words did not calm down the Divine Lord.

Mo Junrong gritted her teeth, her brain was running fast, thinking about what else she could say to restore her image in front of the God Lord.

But after much deliberation, he couldn't figure out what to say. The God Lord is not a human cultivator, words that praise strength or power are useless at all.

The power of the God Lord is beyond doubt, and the power is even more supreme. It is easy to slap these flattery on the horse's legs.

Besides, Mo Junrong only met the Almighty once, so he didn't know the Almighty's character and preferences at all. Facing the unknown, it is too difficult to find a suitable way of speaking, especially when thinking about these issues under the pressure of strong spiritual forces.

After listening to Mo Junrong's report, the divine master was silent for half a stick of incense. This time is not long, but in Mo Junrong's feeling, it seems like half a year has passed.

Finally, after an anxiously long silence, the Almighty spoke. The first sentence of the mental wave was to ask: "How many remnants of Yunxiu Continent are still resisting, can't you kill them all?" Three or four thousand practitioners, find a hiding place, and then send a large army to surround it, and it will be cleaned up in a few days."

"Three or four thousand practitioners? Is there only so few people left in Yunxiu Continent, huh?" Mo Junrong is a good person, and when he heard that the God Master had doubts about the number of practitioners, he immediately realized that he had said something wrong.

He hastened to calculate carefully, and the number of practitioners who took the sky boat that covered the clouds and the sun at that time was indeed around three or four thousand.

However, there should be other cultivators in the hiding place where these people evacuated, and the number of people is estimated to be quite large.

Except for these two groups of people, when the meteor landed on the Yunxiu Continent, there were still a small number of surviving cultivators from various sects in the world.

If a family of ten or so survived, the sum of all sects in the world would not be a small sum.

Mo Junrong showed embarrassment, hesitated for a moment, and stammered his answer.

"God Lord, the villain's calculation...the calculation is wrong. There should be... tens of thousands of practitioners alive in the entire Yunxiu Continent." As soon as he finished speaking, he saw the flame shape of the God Lord in front of him, and the surface of the fire shook violently .

Immediately afterwards,

An irresistible powerful spiritual force pressed down from above. Bang, the ground subsided instantly, and a huge pit with a diameter of twenty feet was pressed out.

Mo Junrong was like an ant about to be trampled to death, with his hands and feet stretched out, tightly clinging to the soil. There was a creaking and creaking sound next to my ears. It was the cracking sound of stones on the ground being crushed by spiritual power.

He instinctively wanted to use his kung fu to resist, to push away the heavy pressure on his body. But after thinking about it, he immediately gave up the idea of ​​resisting, and just braced himself to bear it with his body.

He kept begging for mercy loudly: "God Lord, I know I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong! Your lord has a lot, please forgive me this time..." Mo Junrong knew very well in his heart that there was a huge gap between the power of himself and the God Lord.

Even if he resisted with kung fu, he might not be able to break free from the spiritual oppression of the divine master. But resisting would make the Divine Lord even more angry, and the consequences would be unacceptable to him.

Like any big man, he needs his subordinates to show loyalty, and he also needs his subordinates to show awe. So he decided to take a gamble, not resisting at all, and pretending to be extremely scared.

Facts have proved that Mo Junrong made the right bet this time. After a while, the mental oppression on his body dissipated, and the divine master withdrew his power back.

"Thank God for not killing, thank God..." Holding back the pain from his bones, he quickly got up and kowtowed his thanks.

This wonderful performance made the Almighty's anger dissipate a bit. The voice exploded in Mo Junrong's mind again: "Shut up, what I need is results, not empty words! I will give you another ten days to eradicate the forces of practitioners from Yunxiu Continent. After ten days, you must completely control Yunxiu The mainland. Otherwise, I will come to this world in person, burn it down and reshape it, including you, Mo Junrong!" Suppressing the pain in his head, Mo Junrong listened carefully to the words of the Almighty.

The Almighty gave an ultimatum, and he only had ten days. In just ten days, I have to clean up the Yunxiu Continent.

God, the cultivators of Yunxiu Continent hide and hide, how can I find them all.

If the task cannot be completed after ten days, according to the wishes of the God Lord, the Yunxiu Continent and himself will all be erased.

Can the God Lord burn down and reshape the Yunxiu Continent? Mo Junrong didn't know if this was true or not, maybe the God Lord really had that kind of power, maybe he was just scaring himself.

Wait a minute, he noticed that in the order of the god master, he only asked himself to eradicate the power of practitioners. What is the power of practitioners? A group of people gathered together is called the power of practitioners.

If it is a scattered cultivator, of course it is not called power. Mo Junrong's eyes lit up. It turned out that the god master had relaxed the conditions a little bit, and he only needed to break up the large number of practitioners.

After the Yunxiu Continent is fully controlled, those scattered individuals will have time to clean up slowly.

Thinking of this, he lost three points nervously, and clasped his fists to assure the divine master.

"Mo Junrong would like to follow the order of the god lord, to eradicate the power of the cultivators in Yunxiu Continent within ten days, and completely control the world. Please rest assured, the god lord, if you can't complete the task, Mo Junrong will definitely end it on your own."

"Very good!" The divine master's mental fluctuations echoed in the air and did not dissipate for a long time. But the twenty-foot-tall flame body began to dim, becoming weaker and weaker.

In a blink of an eye, the flame idol lost its shape and shrank into the appearance of the eye of God. Then the Eye of God also began to go out, exhausted its power and shattered, turning into a pool of flowing fire.

"Huh!" Mo Junrong let out a long breath, raised his hand to wipe the cold sweat on his forehead, feeling relieved.

The power of the divine master is too strong, he is like a ball of mud, and the divine master can squeeze it as he wants. Facing the absolute disparity in strength, his rhetoric is like walking a tightrope, and if he is a little careless, he will fall into a place of eternal doom.

Looking up at the dark cloudy sky, he snapped his fingers. In ten days, I can't delay, I must win Zheng Qiu's gang as soon as possible.

Stretching out his hand, he called the six fire dragons over: "Come here, you have heard the words of the divine master. This general will destroy the Yunxiu Continent within ten days. You, go and gather the nearest blazing souls to form a temporary combat force. You , to prepare the Eye of God, I want to contact the commanders of the troops in various places. You, tell me, how long has this general been in a coma, and what happened during this time?"

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