Raising the Demon

Chapter 292 Circle Linsha City With One Hand
The desert of death is vast, tens of thousands of miles away.

The endless grayish yellow of despair fills the whole world with a bleak and hypocritical light, which seems to make people more desperate than darkness.

This world is so quiet that it seems that something has plugged the ears. If you stay there for a long time, you will have the urge to vomit.For hundreds of years, no one has come here, and it will be the same after hundreds of years, and it will continue like this forever.

But at this moment, the silence was broken, a star roared down from the sky, and the strong wind it carried blew away the dead sand, revealing a small sand nest in the desert of death.

A mass of white light spread out from the stars, forming a small circle within a radius of a hundred miles.

With a buzzing sound, the jade stones formed a large circular formation before the desert of death devoured the aura of these jade stones.

Then with a bang, the star landed steadily on the desert of death.

A huge bluestone, that is Uncle Qingshi.

After the bluestone, the long trail turned into a bridge temporarily connecting heaven and earth. The violent aura from the sun, centered on the bluestone, radiated and diffused, and the instant high temperature turned the sand into semi-crystallized, bonded together, and became It has become a combination of rough sandstone and glass.

The violent spiritual energy seemed to sweep across the entire desert of death, but it was intercepted when it spread to the white circle made of jade, as if there was an invisible wall blocking the diffusion of the spiritual energy. Although it was only that simple moment, it made the whole The range of "cylindrical" is full of aura.

At the moment when the aura reached its peak, a light reprimand came from the bluestone: "Ning!"

In an instant, the outer wall of the aura seemed to condense. At this moment, within a radius of a hundred miles, the concentration of aura was enough for Zi Baifeng to completely control the world.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!" The thunder sounded, and wisps of black air emerged from the ground, and then were shaken by the spring thunder, turning into wisps of haze.

Zi Baifeng looked down from the railing, the heat on the ground was still steaming, filled with a smell of burning glass, but the aura between the heaven and the earth was completely subdued.

The Raising Demon Art has been upgraded to the fifth tactic, and the control of the spirit energy is also more handy. Unfortunately, for Uncle Qingshi, tearing the spirit energy from the sky in this way is too expensive, otherwise, Uncle Qingshi will be used as a ramming machine, and the entire desert of death will be destroyed. After ramming it once, more than half of the problem is directly solved.

But this is not bad. Zi Baifeng recalled how difficult it was when he had no foundation at all and had to start with every plant and tree. Now at least in the desert of death, with the power of the formation and Uncle Qingshi, he temporarily has a base.

The pillar also came from behind, lowered his head, and looked at the semi-crystalline and semi-desert ground in front of him, like an isolated island in the desert, a glassy river, dazzling in the sun, not like being in the desert, but like a desert. It is in the Dragon Palace.

In his eyes, he couldn't hide his excitement. If he hadn't experienced being chased by the desert of death and was almost swallowed up, he couldn't understand the sense of accomplishment that conquering the desert of death would bring.

So, when Zi Baifeng asked who would come to the Desert of Death with him, he signed up without hesitation.

"Start to work! Work!" Before he had time to express his emotions, the voice of Yan Lao Wu came from behind him. The old man was full of anger and reprimanded loudly: "Don't be lazy, there is no food for being lazy!"

Just like the appearance of an old supervisor, it attracted a group of complaints.

After staying in the sky for half a year, Uncle Qingshi's figure became bigger and bigger. The small house on Uncle Qingshi's back became extremely small. Fortunately, there were many more houses around these small houses.

These houses have different shapes and are well arranged, forming a small village on the back of the bluestone.

There are people from Mengcheng and Xijing in this village. They are determined to follow Zi Baifeng, leave their hometown, and follow him to the hinterland of the desert of death. They want to use their own strength to conquer the desert of death and protect their own land. home.

Yan Laowu waved his hand to direct, and one by one the good guys picked up the sacks, circled down from the bluestone along the stone steps, tore the sacks open, and dumped the soil inside on the ground.

When the soil was being dredged, the silt dug from the river bed was extremely fertile, and it was almost useless in Xijing, and the cost of transportation was too high. Zibaifeng simply asked people to pack the silt and put it on the bluestone.

Behind these great guys are all kinds of little monsters. Those with higher cultivation bases who have learned the Transformation Art or the larger ones carry the bag together, while the smaller ones or those with lower cultivation bases carry small bags. Seeds of various colors sprinkled on the mud.

It is already March in Yangchun, which is the time when all things grow. This small world has been transformed into a blessed place full of aura by Zi Baifeng.

Most of the seeds that were sprinkled were the seeds of various weeds, with vigorous vitality and rapid growth, and the surroundings were filled with spiritual power from the sun, which was exactly what all things needed to grow. After a short time, the black mud was covered. A layer of fine green fluff.

"I'm going to dig a hole." Zhu Zi saw that the villagers were busy carrying mud, and he was not idle. He found a random place, waved his flying sword, and started digging a hole.

The flying sword is extremely sharp. Although the hardness of the gravel is extremely high, cutting the gravel is like cutting tofu. After just a few strokes, a big square hole was pulled out. He carried a few bags of silt and mixed some sand. Then a small sapling was buried in it.

This is the 櫰木 that once saved the entire Jiuyan Township, that is, the bread tree of this world. It will become the greening tree and food of the desert of death.

Digging all the way, planting all the way, after a while, a row of bread trees spread out.

Zi Baifeng and Xiao Pan stayed on the bluestone and did not leave.

Two people are busy drawing a picture.

Under the impact of the bluestone, the topography of this area was changed. Zi Baifeng borrowed the power of the tiles to draw a topographic map, and then he and Xiaopan began to plan the nearby area.

After all, this is a desert of death, and Zibaifeng didn't dare to be too big. For the time being, everyone lived on the bluestone, and only planted some plants below, and then began to plan some public facilities.

When Zi Baifeng has enough confidence in the people below, he can gradually relocate some people.

Of course, these are things for the future. Zi Baifeng's biggest goal now is to temporarily suppress the entire desert of death and prevent it from spreading.

Soon, Zi Baifeng and Xiaopan had finished designing the plan, and the two of them went to find Yan Laowu with great interest, and Yan Laowu took it back with a quick swipe, and threw it aside.

"Design? Design what? When my old man built the house, your father was still making urine mud! Go, go! Go and rest!" Yan Laowu waved his hand impatiently, pointed to the front, and said: "Where is the design? Look at the row of trees on the pillar, how straight they are, planted along this straight line, and the middle of these two rows is the road! In the future, the road will lead to Mengcheng. Plant crops on both sides... Hehe, That's a lot!"

Zi Baifeng and Xiao Pan both looked at each other in blank dismay, no wonder the old man volunteered to be the supervisor, was he planning to seize power?

The old man was an official fan before, but after working as a village official for a few days, he got tired of it, and now he came here to look for Zi Baifeng again.

"You, hurry up and carry the sacks over there, don't just stand there!" The old man had just reprimanded Zi Baifeng, then turned around and saw a person who was being lazy, and quickly pointed at him and shouted.

Zi Baifeng took a look and saw that it was Deputy Envoy Lu, who straightened up and rested his feet at the moment, but was scolded by the old man, and had no choice but to fight the sack again.

Now Zi Baifeng has two identities.

One identity is an official position, five ranks, and the magistrate of Linsha Prefecture.

Linsha Prefecture is after King Zhuan put the Death Desert and several neighboring states into one state, and appointed Zi Baifeng as the magistrate. Bai Feng's name.The original prefect of Quzhou Prefecture was transferred to other officials, and other officials had their own opportunities, but most of them remained in their original positions.

Nominally speaking, Mengcheng has returned to Zi Baifeng's jurisdiction, and Zi Baifeng is now a fifth-rank member.

But in front of the old man, he still couldn't straighten his back, and was still beaten to death.

Now, the Zhizhou Seal of Linsha Prefecture is in the palm of Zi Baifeng.

Another identity of Zi Baifeng is the title of title. After Zi Baifeng wiped out the Zhongshan School, he was rewarded for his meritorious service. King Zhuan bestowed on him a false title of Marquis with a foreign surname. This false title allowed him to enjoy the treatment of the second rank.

But Zi Baifeng felt that this empty title was of little significance, and he didn't take it to heart, it was just a little salary, it didn't make any difference, now he was the big creditor of King Zhuan, and King Zhuan still owed him a large sum of money.

In addition to the people from Mengcheng, another group of people who followed Zi Baifeng were his loyal old subordinates in Xijing.

Deputy Envoy Lu—following Zibai's feng shui, the boat has risen, and now it is also Lu Tong who has been judged, and is the sixth rank.

Qi Zhizheng - also rising with the tide, is now Judge Qi, from the sixth rank.

Ge Touer—this little official has also risen with the tide, and has officially entered the official status. Although he is only a small ninth-rank official and has no real job, he is already treated by leaps and bounds.

In fact, even if it is a real job, it is useless... because there is no one to care about now. Didn't you see that Lu Tongjuan was scolded by Yan Laowu just now to resist the sack?
Here, Zi Baifeng just started to sympathize with Lu Tongjuan, when he was caught and scolded by the old man, he said, "Why are you still standing here stupidly? Didn't you notice something was missing?"

Zi Baifeng was at a loss, what was missing?
There were only so many people in the first batch, and Xijing also needed to be rebuilt, and there was no manpower available for the time being, and Zi Baifeng didn't need those manpower either, he had his own plans.

There are not too many things, and I ordered several times before departure.

"What's missing?" The old man hated iron and steel: "Look, there is not even a little water in such a big place, what do you let the crops use to water? What do you let us drink?"

water?
Zi Baifeng was immediately confused.

In the thousands of miles of desert, if there is water, is it still called a desert?

　The wrong chapter was deleted, with tears in my eyes, bowing and apologizing.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)