The rainy season of the Sixth Colonial Star has begun again. Fist-sized raindrops hit the head and face, and there is nothing but water in the world, and I don’t know where such thick rain clouds come from.

Even after experiencing the extremely harsh North and South Pole Continents of the Exile Star, Long Zun Weide became weak, like a rotten cowhide soaked in water. Facing the strange cold hurricane of the North and South Pole Continents, Long Zun Weide could still raise a bit of heroic spirit, but in the face of this endless rain that had no lethality, Long Zun Weide was completely lost. He sat cross-legged at the entrance of the cave of Beefensi's family, staring blankly at the raindrops dripping from the grass leaves above, like an empty shell.

"This damn ghost place. This damn ghost weather." Long Zun Weide hummed, and his right hand gently pointed forward. All the raindrops in a spherical space with a diameter of nearly 100 meters in front of him suddenly stagnated in the air. A golden red light flashed in Long Zun Weide's eyes, and an invisible evil force blasted out. Tens of thousands of fist-sized raindrops flew forward like shells, smashing the opposite cliff into pieces. Each drop of raindrops left several meters deep sank on the cliff.

"It's really good. Your Great Sun God Gang is indeed powerful. I originally wanted to teach you the "Purple Sky Pillar Sutra", but now it seems that it's not necessary." Fang Wen also walked out of the cave softly and sat next to Long Zun's power. He looked up at the sky completely covered by grass leaves and branches, and said lightly: "I originally wanted to practice the "Purple Sky Pillar Sutra" by myself, but I didn't expect you to find a wonderful method like the "Great Sun Tathagata Divine Transformation Sutra".

Long Zun Weide smiled. He hugged Fang Wen's shoulder and smiled faintly: "Last time you asked me for information about the ancient texts, I knew you must have found a good product. However, your "Zixiao Alchemy Sutra" is obviously a relatively strong way to cultivate one's own self-cultivation and life, but my "Great Sun Tathagata's Divine Transformation Sutra" is a magical skill that uses killing and stopping killing. I like this technique a little bit. Moreover, I have been practicing this technique for hundreds of years and I have no time to change the technique. You, just teach me those children and grandchildren."

Nodding gently, Fang Wen also stretched out his finger and pointed forward.

All the raindrops in the spherical space with a diameter of nearly 100 meters were solidified in the air. With Fang Wen's clear shout, tens of thousands of raindrops shot forward quickly.

Silently, a large pit about a foot deep appeared on the cliff opposite the two. Fang Wen pointed out the finger softly and the whole cliff fell down a layer as if corroded. However, the dragon master's power pointed out with the Great Sun God Gang, the raindrops directly broke into the cliff like armor-piercing bombs. One tough and implicit, the other violent and powerful is the difference between the "Purple Sky Pill Sutra" and the "Great Sun Tathagata's Divine Transformation Sutra".

"You said, Feng Yuan and the others have also found many similar ancient martial arts?" Fang Wen looked at Long Zun's power.

"Well!" Long Zun Weide yawned lazily, looking at Fang Wen listlessly and said, "Otherwise, why do you think they want to cut off the inheritance of ancient culture? Look, if you are not Master Fang, if you don't know me, how could you understand the mantras in the "Zixiao Dan Jing"? This is a monopoly, a naked monopoly."

After sneering for a few times, Long Zun Weide narrowed his eyes and said, "Feng Yuan, Feng Hu, Feng Monkey, and even Yue Jue, Huamen and Xuemen have all obtained similar pieces of martial arts."

Looking at the falling raindrops gloomy, Long Zun said lightly: "The cause of the matter is also related to us. I used a Bodhi stick to injured the elders of the Tianmen. The elders of the Yuemen dig out ancient tombs all over the world to seek the legendary magical weapons, but they really succeeded. Weapons, martial arts, hum. We also saw that they had gained a lot, so we learned to search all the ancient temples in the world, and obtained the "Great Sun Tathagata Divine Change Sutra" and several other exercises, but the ones that were slightly more complete were the Divine Change Sutra."

The two of them looked up at the sky at the same time, and their expressions changed in an unpredictable way.

They also thought of Mingya, who had made great achievements in practicing the "Zixiao Pill Sutra". He spanned space and came to the colonial star field. What a shocking cultivation level? Mingya's strength is not necessarily as weak as they are today, and it is even more likely to be much stronger than their current ones. But Mingya obviously has never injected any Yuan liquid, nor has he ever fused with the life crystals of the Bingyun Beast! Relying solely on his own cultivation, he can have such incredible supernatural powers and great powers!

In contrast, whether it is the genetic modification or strengthening of the Academy of Sciences today, have they gone astray?

"Actually, I just want to twist Feng Yuan and the others' heads off." Fang Wen suddenly sneered.

"Actually, I just want to restore my previous world." Long Zun Weide smiled faintly: "I don't want them to continue doing this."

He looked at Fang Wen, and the expression on his face was very strange, as if there were heartache and anxiety. He slowly sighed: "The voters' bodies have great defects, you already know that, right? But you absolutely could not imagine what the government has maintained a huge number of citizens, and the indigenous people's group is for."

"For what?" Fang Wen asked him cooperatively.

"Well, it's okay for citizens. They are the main labor force of the government. But the more than 60 billion native peoples have a huge number, their genes are pure, their genes have not been changed or any pollution. They have retained the purest genes of human beings on earth." Long Zun Weide smiled strangely and said, "What did you think of?"

Fang Wen's eyes became a little cold, as cold as the raindrops falling from the sky. He looked at Long Zun Weide coldly and said, "In my previous life, I heard that there was a kind of clean and pure white mouse that had not been polluted, and their value was several thousand US dollars each... very popular among various laboratories."

Long Zun Weide nodded gently, and he patted Fang Wen on the shoulder: "This cannot be done. People are humans, and should not become some alien experimental subjects. So every few years we have to spend a lot of effort to extradite a group of people from the Earth's own star to receive our education, and every few years we have to find ways to send some contraband to the Earth. At least we must let those people remember that they are humans, and they are not beasts raised by people."

"We can't go on like this." Long Zun Weide said slowly: "We must do something. Second brother, you are our greatest opportunity now."

Fang Wen smiled lazyly, and he said softly: "Mr. Long, don't think of me too great, I just want to take revenge. Of course, for our hundreds of years of friendship, I don't mind causing trouble for some people in addition to my revenge."

Long Zun Weide smiled, and he whistled a few whistles easily. After a long time, he nodded and smiled: "This is enough! If you can kill Feng Yuan and Yue Jue, the government will be in chaos immediately. Just their internal struggle for power and profit can make the government collapse. Well, as long as you can do that, we will have a chance."

Neither of them spoke, but quietly looked up at the sky covered by grass and branches.

Suddenly, a passage of several meters in size was separated on the grass blades, and Nangong Sha's family, who were soaked, fell from above while stepping on a single-soldier aircraft. Nangong Sha was carrying a waterproof marching backpack behind him. He flew quickly towards the entrance of the cave and said loudly from a distance: "Master, we are back. The clothes we customized by the Lord, we secretly sewed by hand with people from immigrant towns."

After taking the marching backpack handed over by Nangong Sha, Fang Wen asked lightly: "Where is the person who sews these clothes?"

A wisp of evil spirit flashed in Nangong Sha's eyes. He knelt on one knee and said loudly: "In order not to leak the secrets of the master, after these clothes are made, they all... killed."

Fang Wen was silent for a while, shook his head, but said nothing. He took out a few gray-blue clothes from his backpack, long robe with large sleeves, and Tai Chi Bagua embroidered on his chest and back. They were several standard Taoist robes. He threw the largest Taoist robe to Long Zun Weide. Fang Wen sighed faintly: "Forget it, in this ghost place, they might not be able to live for a few more days."

Nangong Sha was not angry when he saw Fang Wen, so he stood up respectfully.

Long Zun Weide looked at the Taoist robe in his hand with a frown, and he lamented bitterly: "Mr. Fang, I am a monk!"

Fang Wen smiled slightly and said teasingly: "Monk who eats meat, drinks and drinks, marrys his wife! Young Master Long, emptiness is color, color is emptiness, monks are Taoist priests, Taoist priests are monks. Wearing Taoist robe, you are Taoist priests! For the sake of hundreds of millions of coolies and thugs, you accept your fate!" Fang Wen Youran sighed: "I hope that the weight of Beffensi in the minds of the indigenous people is as strong as he said. Otherwise, it would not be easy to conquer these indigenous people."

Long Zun Weide nodded, then shook his head again, and he murmured in a low voice: "This depends on how well your big-headed subordinate is preparing for those props that are pretending to be magical."

With a pursed lips and smiled, Fang Wen turned around and walked into the cave.

Two new holes were opened in the huge cave, leading to the bridal chamber of Kaka and Xiaxia. At this time, the roar of the two winged flying lion beast with a sound that seemed a little crisp and tender. It was obvious that the two brothers were fighting hard under the pressure of Beffensi and Nassis, and were working hard to make the scattered branches and leaves of the Running Cloud Beast clan.

Beefensi and Nassis lay in the middle of the cave with a smile, looking at the two dark holes in a daze. Their expressions were very pleasant, and they felt relieved to see their son grow up and get married and start a business. Fang Wen's heart moved slightly, and this expression, this warm expression, also appeared on the faces of Fang Han and Wen Xiuxiu.

"Two, please get ready!" Fang Wen walked into the cave and began to take off his military uniform and put on the whole set of Taoist robes. The white cloth middle clothes, the gray-blue Taoist robes, the Da Shao Sword was covered with a sword sheath sewn with a fiery dragon skin, and a silk ribbon was carried behind him. A nine-palace crown on his head and a pair of free shoes on his feet. In conjunction with Fang Wen's cultivation of the natural aura of the immortal style and Taoist skeleton naturally generated in the "Purple Sky Pill Classic", a neat and tidy Taoist corpse appeared in front of everyone.

Long Zun Weide, who was beside him, gritted his teeth and tore off his clothes and put on a super-sized Taoist robe specially made for him.

With a naked head, a sturdy figure, a face full of flesh, and a pair of strange eyes, there was a murderous aura between his eyebrows and eyes. A blood-red silk ribbon hung the Bodhi stick around his waist. The Long Zun Weide's posture looked like a evil Taoist who killed and set fire.

Long Wen and other eight dragon masters, including the powerful sons, also wore Taoist robes. They practiced the martial arts circulated in the Longmen Buddhist lineage. Each of them was also burly and sturdy, and they were also not like a Taoist cultivator.

In addition, Nangong Sha's family and Ziyi Walkerwude, who was fiddling with some instruments in the battleship, the "Immortals Brigade" created by Fang Wen took shape.

Looking at Fang Wen and his group, Beefensi suddenly felt a little lost. He sighed and nodded to Fang Wen and said, "Little guy, you really look a bit like Ming Ya. But you guys..." Shaking his head, Beefensi sneezes at Long Zun Weide heavily, then gently shook his tail, indicating that no matter what Long Zun Weide wears, he will be like a butcher and like any other profession.

After a while of fighting and laughing, Beefensi walked in front and led his group out of the cave.

In the dense rain forest, a group of people dressed in costumes stepped on white clouds and flew towards the valley of the entrance of the indigenous underground cave. The white clouds are actually a huge flight platform transformed by dozens of individual aircraft. The quilt artifact Walker-Wood added some dry ice machines to create a strange effect of squirting clouds and mist, but it also has a bit of fairy spirit. Occasionally, as Fang Wen, who was standing in front, waving his hand, the white clouds slashed purple lights from all directions, and the sound of thunder was loud. This was also the sound and light effect caused by the instruments carefully transformed by the ziyi Walker-Wood.

With the sound of thunder and lightning, the group of people approached the valley at the entrance of the underground cave so arrogantly.

Several indigenous patrol teams had already set their sights on Fang Wen and his group from afar. They looked at Fang Wen and others in shock and looked at the Tai Chi Bagua patterns on their chests and vests in surprise. Their faces were trembling violently, revealing complex expressions that were both surprised and terrifying.

Fang Wen's left hand was hidden in his wide sleeve, and he used a remote control to operate the "white cloud" under his feet and flew quickly to the entrance of the valley. Then he snorted softly.

A soft hum was like the thunder sounding from the ground, shaking the entire valley. This was not only because Fang Wen's own internal strength was extremely high, but also because dozens of high-power speakers were integrated on this flight platform. Fang Wen's voice was expanded by these tweeters and released dozens of times, so naturally there was such a landslide and cracking effect.

Thousands of short indigenous people emerged from the jungle around them. They held various weapons and were surrounded by ferocious beasts of all sizes, looking at Fang Wen and others with great caution.

Fang Wen keenly noticed that the indigenous people were staring at the gossip patterns on his chest, and he felt very happy. He waved his hand and several balls of wind emerged from the air, holding him up several meters high. Fang Wen snorted and asked faintly: "Who are you waiting for?" When he asked, Fang Wen had a warm smile on his face, and the huge soul power continued to spread around, forcibly squeezed into the minds of the surrounding natives.

This is a simple application of the mental control method. Fang Wen forced these natives to think that he was a noble but compassionate person who deserves closeness and trust. Thousands of natives and the wild beasts showed relaxed and leisurely smiles on their faces. The wild beasts lay obediently on the ground, while the natives knelt respectfully, and the other Fang Wen paid a great gift to worship.

"What the hell is a charlatan!" Long Zun Weide grabbed his forehead depressedly and cursed in a low voice: "The second brother can be fooled so easily. When I taught people martial arts, why did I scare those little boys screaming in 'wow'?"

"You are the descendants of Junior Brother Mingya?"

Fang Wen was shameless and detained himself as a senior brother Mingya.

As soon as the word "Mingya" came out, several old people from the surrounding natives suddenly changed their color. They hurriedly walked out of the crowd, kowtowed step by step, and shouted loudly in their native words.

"Good, good, Namo Amitabha, the Three Pure Dao Lords are above, I'm fooling you right, Young Master Fang." Fang Wen smiled gently, he nodded gently, and then shook his head. His hand gently waved towards the old men, and a gentle wind blew over and gently helped the old men up.

A whistle sound came from the valley, and more than a dozen priests and a large group of soldiers rushed out of the cave at the end of the valley. Across a distance, more than a dozen priests saw the huge shiny gossip picture on Fang Wen's bra. The priests screamed ecstatically. They rushed towards Fang Wen, but accidentally stepped on the mud and slipped to the ground. The priests rolled and crawled, howled, pounced in front of the "white cloud", bowed to Fang Wen repeatedly, and their heads hit the ground, making a dull "dongdong" sound.

"Perfect!" Fang Wen put on a smug pose in the air. It went so smoothly. As long as these priests recognized their identity, the indigenous people with a population of over 100 million could be easily taken down by themselves.

Just when Fang Wen was proud, someone among the soldiers in the brigade suddenly shouted a few times, and several heavy javelins suddenly shot towards Fang Wen carefully.

Fang Wen was furious and slapped the javelins and flew away with a random slap. He shouted loudly: "Wait, do you want to rebel?"

He pressed the button on the remote control hard in his sleeve with his left hand. The white cloud suddenly turned into a black cloud. Hundreds of high-voltage arcs with fists were shot out from the black cloud. In conjunction with the huge thunder sound, the arc rushed towards the team of soldiers. Human Path Chapter 5, Thick Accumulation Chapter 11
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