Weird World of Immortality

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The huge bang from the huge clay hand slapping the top of the Taoist mansion made Zhou Fan tremble with fear, and he was ready to take back the Taoist mansion at any time.

But he soon found that his Taoist mansion was intact before letting go of the mention of it.

After Ni San delivered that blow, his left hand quickly returned to its original state. It tilted its head slightly, and its body quickly exploded, and countless mud splashed out.

Zhou Fan saw this scene through the Taoist mansion, and he looked vigilant and used illusion to hide his body.

Among the many clay figurines, a clay figurine walked out and shouted to the ring, "I lost."

Zhou Fan looked at the clay figurine who was supposed to be Ni San. The previous speculation was correct. This Ni San is really hard to kill. I am afraid that these clay figurines of the Mud God Clan can become Ni San's body at any time.

Lin Gaoshou and others who were watching the battle also understood this truth. For a while, everyone's heart was heavy, and there was no joy in winning at all.

Nisan conceded defeat, and Zhou Fan put away his Taoist residence.

Ni San under the ring looked at Zhou Fan and said with a smile: "Your Taoist mansion is not bad, but I will definitely break your Taoist mansion next month."

Ni San's words were full of strong self-confidence, and he glanced at everyone present, "This month's offerings will be waived, but remember not to step into our field."

Ni San glanced at Zhou Fan again before turning around and leaving with all the clay figurines.

Next month, I will no longer be in the Star Realm... Zhou Fan jumped from the ring, he didn't expect to win so easily, this Nisan actually just tried a blow, and after finding it was useless, he conceded defeat.

Everyone thanked Zhou Fan one after another. Even if Zhou Fan won by clever means, winning is winning, and everyone admires it in their hearts.

Considering that the Mud Gods might not keep their promises, the Zhuangzi Territory still kept a large number of troops around the country of colored mud to monitor, in order to prevent the country of colored mud from tearing up the agreement and provoking war again.

If the Mud Gods kept their promises, the Astral Realm would have one month to find a solution to the Mud Gods, and one month should be enough.

Whether or not the Mud God Clan can be resolved has little to do with Zhou Fan. This is something to worry about in the Astral Realm. He and Lin Gaoshou set off to return to the Kingdom of the God Tree, while Ye Natian stayed to preside over the overall situation.

On the way back, Lin Gaoshou took out the sound transmission equipment and told everything about the mud gods to the kingdom of the gods. As for who was there, Zhou Fan did not know, it seemed that it was not the celestial realm of the kingdom of gods monk.

Lin Gaoshou put away the sound transmission equipment and said, "Fellow Daoist Zhao, that Nisan is so powerful that it clearly has the power to sweep the entire Zhuangzi region. Why do you want to compete with us?"

This is what he has always wondered about. Even if Nisan wants to make himself stronger through competition, the war can still be done, even faster.

"I don't understand either." Zhou Fan shook his head.

Among the strange things, even those who can speak wise words, their thoughts are very different from those of intelligent creatures. Who knows what they want to do?

Lin Gaoshou had a worried look on his face. In fact, if the Mud God Clan swept the Zizi region, it would be a big disaster for the Star Realm. After all, the Mud God Clan seemed to be unstoppable.

At night, Zhou Fan asked Bronze Book to transform his glass ball. He looked at his glass ball and quickly frowned.

Aside from the regular daily income of the worms, his worm population has not seen much increase.

But he removed a lot of paint today, but he didn't get any big gray worms?

This shows one thing, this paint disaster is a strange, not a collection of strange groups.

If this is the case, then the Mud God Race may just be a quirk... Zhou Fan looked at the bronze book and asked, "Have you heard of the disaster of paint..."

Zhou Fan gave a detailed description of the disaster of pigments and the mud gods transformed by the disaster of pigments to the Bronze Book.

"Never heard of it," Yinpen wrote on the bronze book.

It's not surprising that I haven't heard of it. After all, the disaster of pigments is unique to the star realm. Zhou Fan shook his head and stopped thinking about it. He plans to remind Lin Gaoshou tomorrow. As for Lin Gaoshou, believe it or not, this is just a strange It is Lin Gaoshou's business as to how he intends to do it.

He has done everything he can, the Barbarian Star Realm is also in disaster, and he can't control the affairs of the Star Realm.

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The huge house made of colored clay exudes a faint light. It is like a kingdom of gods, but it is strange to live in the kingdom of gods.

"Wang, they are watching us." A clay figurine bowed to Nisan and said respectfully.

"If they don't enter the country of colored mud, they don't need to pay attention." Ni San sat on a tea-white chair, looking carefully with a long knife in his hand.

The long knife was taken out of the Qianhua storage bag. It could not open the storage bag without the cultivator's true essence, but most of the humans it captured were cultivators.

"Are you wondering why I didn't ask you to wipe out all humans?" Ni San suddenly asked softly.

Contrary to what Zhou Fan imagined, the Mud God Clan does not only have one consciousness, but many different consciousnesses, but these consciousnesses are divided into high and low consciousness. The high consciousness can destroy the low consciousness at any time and occupy the body of the low consciousness.

For the Mud God Clan, the body is not important, as long as there is consciousness, it can exert a strong fighting power, and Ni San has the highest level of consciousness in the Mud God Clan.

This is the secret of the Mud God Race. After the birth of this strange race, they quickly understood this and possessed high-level wisdom that does not need to be learned. This wisdom comes from the many creatures swallowed by the plague of pigments.

The dozen or so clay figurines around Nisan looked at each other, and then one of them said, "Wang, we really don't understand, if Wang is worried that we are not human opponents, we shouldn't stay here, but should hide. ."

Stay here, and the human powerhouse is likely to come to deal with them.

If you are not afraid of the strong human beings, you should sweep them away. Wang's idea of ​​​​competing makes them do not understand.

"So what if you swept all around?" Ni San said slowly, "Are you interested in ruling this world?"

The clay people are all stunned. They have the idea of ​​sweeping from human beings, but what is the point of ruling the world?

"As long as there is enough food, the Mud God Race doesn't need anything." Ni San pointed to himself with a smile, "You don't need to think about what you want, this is what I should do, after all we are in When I was born, my consciousness occupied half of the clan."

"Then what does the king want?" a clay figurine couldn't help asking.

"Mother let us be born in this world, but did not leave any guidance." Ni San chuckled, "This world is boring, only human monks are interesting, such as the monk who used Taoism to trap me today. …”

"Competing with human monks gave me a very special feeling. The interpretation of this emotion in human words should be excitement."

"In this case, there will be many human powerhouses coming to compete with me in the future, which makes me excited. This is the meaning."

"If one day in the future, they can't excite me, then let you kill them."

All the clay figurines understood, this was a game for Wang.

King's Game!