Wu Song

There was a gust of breeze, and white clouds drifted past my feet.

This is the height of 580 miles from Zhentian Tower.A steel beam about ten feet thick protruded obliquely from the Zhentian Tower, hundreds of feet away, and a small platform with a radius of only thirty feet was supported on it.There are pavilions and pavilions on the platform, and there is even a lake, a rockery, and several trees.Everything is exquisite, everything is just right like a rockery bonsai.

Qing Shu led a few young witches to jump up and down on the roof of the tallest six-story building, holding a long rope in his hand, and a huge white eagle was tied to the rope, flying a live kite there.I don't know what kind of medicine Qing Shu put on the big eagle. The big eagle danced in the sky excitedly, but it couldn't fly a hundred feet away.

"Hey~~~yo, hey~~~yo", a gray aura swirled on the top of the tower, and a huge boulder with a radius of tens of feet was formed out of thin air and fell heavily.A large group of ants-like craftsmen rushed up, using cables, iron rods, etc. to pry the boulder desperately, slowly pushing it away, and stacking it where it should be.Not far from them, there were a few great witches lazily standing aside, but none of them came to help.Even if these great witches could easily remove these boulders, how could the great witches do such clumsy work?

'Boom boom boom boom', dozens of boulders fell from the sky.There was a place where the craftsmen were too dense, and they had no time to dodge, and dozens of people were killed by boulders.The big witches who were overseeing the work rushed over a few times, moved the boulder away with witchcraft, and sprayed a stream of witch flames on the dead body, burning the lumps of flesh and blood to ashes.A witch at the side began to chant the sacrificial incantation. These people who were crushed to death were directly used as sacrifices, offering their souls and flesh and blood to the ghosts and gods in the dark.A group of craftsmen bowed their heads sadly, and no one dared to say anything.

'Dong dong dong dong', boulders fall one by one, and the craftsmen only need to adjust the position of these standard boulders a little, and they can lay a flat tower body.Naturally, a great witch used sorcery to integrate the aura sprayed by Jianmu into those boulders, and connect the paved boulders and the tower body into one.A one-story pagoda with a radius of nine hundred miles and a height of several tens of feet can be completely paved in just one meal if everything goes well.Among them, Jianmu played a huge role.

The rich green wood aura spread over the tower, and the craftsmen were immersed in this viscous, liquid-like aura. Their physical fatigue and pain were driven away by the aura, and they could work in the best state every moment.Except for meals and short rest, under the nourishment of Aoki's aura, they could work hard day and night until they were crushed to death by boulders or blown out of the tower by the strong wind and fell to death. 'Hey~~~yo, hey~~~yo', the heavy chant was sung in chorus from the lowest base of the tower to the top of the highest tower, the sound of the chant full of power shook the sky and shook The earth was trembling, and the white clouds were smashed and drifted away, only the great witches remained indifferent.

Yan Xin was sitting by the small lake on the small platform, with a very large robe piled on his lap, holding a battle line, and was mending the tear on the shoulder of the robe.The slender jade fingers that can nimbly pinch Wu Jue on weekdays are as stiff and heavy as iron pillars today.Yan Xin held the iron needle in the way of holding a witch's thorn, and almost gnashed her teeth towards the gap and inserted it randomly. Suddenly, the iron needle slashed and stabbed her finger hard, and the iron needle "snapped" Was shaken to pieces.

Lifting her head in distress, Yan Xin grabbed the robe, tugged it lightly, and found that she had sewed the front and back of the robe together again helplessly.Yan Xin, who was almost exasperated, looked around angrily, and suddenly a burst of blue flames spewed out from his mouth, burning the robe to pieces.Afterwards, she shouted sharply: "Qing Shu, go to the city and order another hundred sets of identical robes for Xia Jie... Well, tell him, I have mended these."

Qing Shu trembled for a moment, and with a sudden force on the long rope in his hand, the poor eagle fell headlong and hit the Zhentian Pagoda fiercely.Qing Shu whispered softly: "Brother Xia Jie is so pitiful, so pitiful... His clothes have been burned a lot, a lot in the past few days."

Shaking his head, Qing Chu said with a strange smile: "However, he deserves it. What did he say to Sister Yan Xin that he likes women who are 'virtuous and housekeeping', hee hee, making Sister Yan Xin learn to do those chores, alas It's your own fault." Qing Shu shook his head and led a few witches to fly towards Anyi City, and said with a smile: "Brother Xia Jie must have drunk too much at that time, definitely too much."

With an extremely gloomy face, Yan Xin clenched her silver teeth, and grabbed a pair of leather shoes that had been kicked open from the foot of the rockery behind her, and found out the tools to repair the shoes and began to work hard.As a result, there was not enough time for a cup of tea, and those poor leather shoes were reduced to ashes in Yan Xin's anger.Staring blankly at the white ashes in both hands, Yan Xin lamented sadly: "I forgot to tell Qing Shu, asking her to bring back a few more pairs of leather boots. Why do Xia Jie's boots always wear out so quickly? But the boots are all made of flying dragon skin, so they are considered strong, right?"

Xia Jie, who was being nagged by Yan Xin behind his back, was at the side of Taoist Duobao at the moment, graciously helping up a craftsman whose hands and feet were broken by a boulder and was about to be executed as a sacrifice.Daoist Duobao held clean water in his hand, and quickly drew a talisman in the water bowl with his right hand, and the bowl of clear water suddenly shone brightly.The craftsman was given water to drink, and the craftsman's injury healed immediately, and the craftsman kowtowed to Taoist Duobao repeatedly in ecstasy.

Daoist Duobao smiled and whispered a few words to the craftsman's ear, so there was one more follower of Taoist Tongtian.

Xia Jie stood beside Taoist Duobao, and none of the supervising witches dared to come close to eavesdrop on Taoist Duobao.Xia Jie is the Minister of Supervision, who has the supreme power of life and death over all the people in the Tiantian Pagoda construction site.He brought hundreds of Qi refiners into the construction site. These Qi refiners were busy healing the injured craftsmen all day long, and said some mysterious and weird words to those craftsmen all day long. What?Xia Jie stopped there, and the Xing Tian family sent a large number of masters to Xia Jie to stand behind Xia Jie. Which Wu Gan, who doesn't know whether he is dead or alive, is troublesome?

Gradually, in just a dozen days, the teachings of this sect gradually spread among the craftsmen on the construction site.It's just that there are some differences between the Dao of the primitive Taoist and the Dao of Tongtian Taoist. The qi refiners led by Guang Chengzi and the people led by Taoist Duobao preached at the same time, which often confused the craftsmen.

Suddenly, a huge boulder crashed down not far from Xia Jie. Like a frightened leopard, Xia Jie rushed over and slammed his foot on the boulder, kicking the boulder several feet away, saving the Killed several people under the stone. Amidst the 'creaking' sound, another big hole was split in the boot on his foot.

Several craftsmen who were stunned by the fright hurriedly kowtowed to thank Xia Jie. Xia Jie shook his head, looked at the numb-faced big witches on the left and right, and smiled wryly: "You don't need to thank me. This is my senior brother, Daoist Duobao If you have any ailments, or you have been frightened for a few days, and you can’t sleep at night because of fright, you can ask my senior brother to resolve it.”

Taoist Duobao nodded cooperatively to the craftsmen, with a bright smile on his face.Where have these craftsmen seen such a gentle and caring witch like Xia Jie?Where have you seen such a peaceful and approachable person with great supernatural powers like Daoist Duobao?For a while, they regarded the two as gods, and the weight of the disciples in the hearts of the craftsmen was increased by the words of these craftsmen.

Just one mile below Xia Jie's feet, craftsmen were working hard on the ground to carve the location of the witch formation, and several disciples of primitive Taoists were also working hard to preach.A Taoist priest wearing a moon white Taoist robe and wearing a windbreaker on his head sat on a huge piece of fine gold, smiled and said to the craftsmen who had just finished carving a witch formation: " If there is sudden fear in your heart, you will not be at ease; if you encounter fierce beasts and poisonous insects in the wild, your life will not be guaranteed; silently recite my Taoist name Cihang, and there will be great power to help you." A circle of warm white light came from the people of Cihangdao The eyebrows shot out, covering these honest and simple craftsmen, causing them to suddenly feel a strong warmth in their hearts, and their bodies and minds felt relaxed for a while, as if a bright world appeared in front of their eyes, and the melody of nature was faintly lingering in their ears. (One click from you warms up my whole coding life. Let’s watch the Fantastic Fantasia Channel of Literary Network together, and more exciting content is waiting for you!) Jiang Shang, whose face is getting older, is carrying a bamboo basket and is wearing coarse cloth clothes. Sitting in a group of resting artisans, talk to those artisans in a homely tone about how to distinguish wild herbs, how to find out various herbs that detoxify, heal, and cure diseases.He took out a bunch of medicinal herbs from the bamboo basket, and explained their characteristics and usage to these craftsmen in detail. The craftsmen around were fascinated by what they heard. This kind of knowledge has always been mastered by the great witches of Li Wu Temple.

Not long after, the craftsmen had already called Jiang Shang: "Shang Weng." The rough-handed Jiang Shang, like a bowl of water taken from the river, was poured back into the river, and it was too easy to integrate into these craftsmen.

And the other few layers depict the location of the witch formation and the way the disciples preached, which is a bit dumbfounding.

A dark-faced middle-aged Taoist held a sword in his hand, led a group of powerful monsters such as Big Bear and Tiger Tiger, and smashed several boulders into pieces.The Taoist said with a smile: "I am Baili, a qi refiner from Bailu Island, and I am the direct disciple of the master in charge. Listen carefully, believe in my sect, and you should be protected by me. If anyone provokes you, please come to us I, I will help you vent your anger." Bai Li's eyes flashed red, and a white flame suddenly appeared from a boulder beside him, and the boulder the size of a crouching cow was burned to ashes in an instant.

In another place, a few ghosts who had just debuted from the dojo by the Goddess Lake grabbed a group of craftsmen by the necks and threatened them violently: "I tell you, you must not trust the people led by Guang Chengzi!" If you want to believe it, you have to believe the words of our Senior Brother Duobao and Jin Guang. Ah, if you follow Guang Chengzi and his gang, we will strangle you to death!" Foaming at the mouth, they all nodded in agreement.

Guang Chengzi and his disciples preached in front, and the group of spirits threatened violence from behind, but they cooperated perfectly.

Day by day, the Tiantian Tower has been built to a height of nearly ten thousand miles.The strong wind high in the sky can already blow bowl-sized rocks to run all over the ground.The construction at this time is even more difficult.The casualties of the craftsmen became more and more heavy, and the time for their annual rotation promised by the royal court was still far away, and their mood was also depressed day by day, and they fell into a desperate situation day by day.

The disciples of the two religions just filled the emptiness in the hearts of these craftsmen and healed their despair.After a while, you can often hear the titles of 'Sanqing Zhangjiao Grand Master', 'Immortal Master' and 'Guru' from time to time when these craftsmen are resting.

Xia Jie is also very satisfied with this situation. The craftsmen have sustenance in their hearts, their emotions are not depressed at all, and the work progress is also steadily improving.As the disciples of the two religions continued to enter the Zhentian Tower construction site, and as they began to use Taoism to protect these craftsmen, the casualty rate on the construction site plummeted, which made Xia Jie very pleased.The sorcerers are also happy, the craftsmen have fewer deaths and injuries, and the progress of the project is faster. Once the progress of the project is faster, they, the supervising sorcerers, will have credit. Therefore, some sorcerers who were wary of the disciples of the two religions no longer bother to pay attention to them missionary thing.

But on this day, the Zhentian Tower suddenly stopped working.

The reason is very simple. The grain in the warehouse is almost gone, and all the grain and grass are only enough to support more than 1 million craftsmen and handymen for a day.As for the external convoy transporting grain and grass, logically, it should have arrived two days ago.

After discussing with Yan Xin and a group of subordinate officials, Xia Jie sent envoys to Anyi City to report this issue to Lu Gui.Duguangzhiye is in the territory of Daxia, and the food convoys are heavily guarded. It is basically impossible to cut off the food convoys from all over Kyushu at the same time.Xia Jie's initial consideration was that there were some problems in Anyi City, could it be that the tower was not needed to be built because of the high cost?So the grain and grass are also out of service?This is even more impossible!

The envoy left the construction site, but there was no reply for a long time.When that night, when he couldn't even find a millet on the construction site, Xia Jie became anxious and planned to go to Anyi City to find out.He is not worried about the progress of the Tianzhen Tower, but is worried about the survival of more than 1 million craftsmen on the Tianzhen Tower, which is more than 1 miles high.For the top craftsmen, without the help of the great witch, it would take more than a year to return to the ground. Without food and grass, it is really not impossible for people to starve to death.

As a result, just as he and Yan Xin were about to leave, a huge food transport team rushed to the outer witch formation slowly. A witch with the school logo on his body knocked open the witch formation with a secret method and handed the documents in. In the witch array.This team came from Zhengnan sub-state, and there were 100 carts with a standard load of [-] jin, all of which were full of luxury items such as fine wine for the great witches to enjoy.At the same time, there are [-] live load animals, and each animal is loaded with varying amounts of grain and grass. These grain, grass and animals are enough for the craftsmen in Zhentian Pagoda to use for a month.

Xia Jie counted the food brought by this team with a gloomy face. He stared at the somewhat restrained schoolmaster and said angrily, "How long can you send such a small amount of food?" Except for the craftsmen in the Zhentian Tower, In the witch formation outside the tower, there are hundreds of large and small military towns, and there are countless soldiers inside. These soldiers also have to eat and drink!Spread out like this, this little food can last for ten days.

The school in charge looked at Xia Jie blankly, and said after a while, "Master, there are three convoys ahead of us? They set off several days earlier than us."

A cold light flashed in Xia Jie's pupils, he stared at the school for a long time, especially on his neck for a long time, Xia Jie suddenly asked: "Is there any trouble along the way? "

The school in charge said in amazement: "Where does the adult say, what can be messed up...ah~~~ah~~~ah~~~"

The school suddenly let out a terrifying scream, his skin turned red all of a sudden, and his body suddenly swelled up.Xia Jie flicked his body violently, and just bounced back more than ten feet away, the school's "bang" exploded like a bomb, and the sticky black blood sprayed tens of feet away.At the same time, all the animals in the convoy and the escorted soldiers screamed and exploded at the same time. The blood stained all the food and grass, and even thousands of soldiers who greeted them were stained with blood. The flesh and blood rotted rapidly, and these soldiers screamed in pain.

"This is~~~" A flash of light suddenly flashed in Xia Jie's mind, and he yelled angrily: "Mother Xipi, the corpse exploded!" Xia Jie was so angry that he cursed out the catchphrase of a friend in his previous life .What a familiar scene, this is clearly the corpse explosion technique that a certain dark force he has dealt with in his previous life is best at using!Moreover, the corpse explosion seen in the previous life is definitely not as powerful as the one seen today. The blood and corpse fragments seen in the previous life can be sprayed several feet away, which is already a very remarkable cultivation.