The war is over. The hundreds of soldiers who went to the battle were wiped out. After this battle, the Earth Division of the National Defense Army was almost finished. Even General Ji, the leader of the Earth Division, died in battle. Along with the National Defense Army, more than 20,000 ordinary soldiers died. And a large number of logistics baggage teams and civilians. After the war, it was a carnival for the monsters and evil cultivators. The best spoils were taken away by the strong men on the monster side. The evil cultivators got a large number of corpses and prisoners. For the evil cultivators, there was another happy thing, that is, their Nascent Soul ancestor died. The ancestor took up a lot of resources alone. Now that he is dead, they can divide up the ancestor's resources.
And the spoils they got this time don't need to be divided into the ancestor's big share. Presumably, after this round of dividing the ancestor's resources, their cultivation will be able to advance by leaps and bounds. Er Gouzi followed the evil cultivator team and could also feel their joy. The war was over, and Er Gouzi could have found a chance to run away. However, he saw that the evil cultivators were so happy, and everyone was waiting to go back and divide up the ancestor's wealth. He was also tempted, and his shortcomings of always sacrificing his life but not his wealth and being greedy for bargains came out again. Then he went to see it, anyway, the Yuanying ancestor was dead, and the rest were all Jindan cultivators. He had escaped from the hands of Jindan cultivators many times and accumulated a lot of experience. If there was a chance, he would also like to set up some traps and kill one or two more. As early as the end of the war, when the spoils were distributed, he was given a large number of corpses and a small amount of property. These corpses were useless to him, and he planned to find a place to burn them when no one was around. In addition, there were a large number of living captives, who would also be distributed when they returned to the cult headquarters. Among that group of captives, Yang Tie and several acquaintances were also seen. Yang Tie's current condition was not very good. It seemed that he had been beaten and suffered a lot of internal injuries. No matter how smooth and experienced he was, he could not stay out of the situation under the general trend. Er Gouzi walked past Yang Tie several times, but the other party didn't recognize him. For the time being, he could only keep calm and wait until the spoils were divided, and then he would ask Yang Tie to come over. For the evil cultivators, these prisoners of war were just moving cultivation resources, large blood and soul pills. As long as they were of the same cultivation level, it didn't matter who they were distributed to. Er Gouzi followed the evil cultivators and walked along a road into the territory of the Wan Yao Kingdom.
After walking for three days, he saw many human villages on both sides of the road ahead. It was rare to see human villages in the Wan Yao Kingdom. There were many human beings in the fields around the village, wearing shackles and handcuffs to farm. There were also several Qi training cultivators, patrolling the fields with whips, and beating those who were not docile enough or worked too slowly. After walking for more than ten miles along the road, he saw a city in front of him. This city was about the same size as Anchang County, and the residents in the city were all humans. There are about 10,000 to 20,000 people. After Er Gouzi followed the team into the city, he thought of a very serious problem. Where is his home? Which house should he go back to? You can't ask others where your home is, right? According to all the information he knows so far, his surname should be Hu, and he likes to call himself Lao Hu. The Jindan cultivators of the same level call him Hu Lao Mo. Those foundation-building evil cultivators call him Hu Tangzhu, and the Qigong evil cult kneels down and kowtows when they see him, calling him Hu Lao Zu. Er Gouzi didn't expect that he was only in his twenties and became an ancestor at such a young age. At this moment, he was still worried about not being able to find his home. He looked at the meat bun shop on the side of the road casually, and looked at it a few more times. He had been craving meat buns since he was a child, and it took him more than ten years to eat them. He had a special liking for meat buns and felt that he could never eat enough. However, he only looked at it a few times, hesitated for a while, and still didn't buy it. First, he didn't know whether Hu Lao Mo usually ate meat buns, and second, he didn't dare to eat anything in the territory of such evil cultivators. Although he didn't plan to buy it, there were also some evil cultivators who were good at flattery. A foundation-building evil cultivator observed Er Gouzi's expression and saw that he seemed to be interested in the buns from that store. This person walked to the bun shop with a swagger and directly took out the several layers of large steamers on the steamer. The shop owner and his wife wanted to say something, but he glared at them and they were so scared that they immediately shrank their heads back and dared not show their faces. "Master Hu, the buns from this store are the best in the city. Try them." Er Gouzi looked at the flattering smile of the foundation-building evil cultivator and the basket of hot buns, and suddenly had an idea in his mind. "Don't worry, take it home for me, I'll eat it later!" "Okay, okay!" The evil cultivator held the steamer and bowed his head, as if it was a great honor for him to flatter the old ancestor Hu.
Er Gouzi motioned him to go ahead, and the evil cultivator naturally went to the front and led the way for him. Along the way, as long as Er Gouzi looked at something with interest, this evil foundation-building cultivator would rush to help him snatch it. He even snatched a virgin girl. Looking at the crying girl following behind him, her round face looked a bit like the second daughter of Huang Laocai's family. He looked at her a few more times at that time, and the evil foundation-building cultivator thought he liked her, so he helped him snatch her. He didn't expect that in his lifetime, he would also snatch a woman on the street. The foundation-building evil cultivator led Er Gouzi to a large courtyard. There was an old man guarding the gate. He was squatting at the gate and picking his feet. When he saw Er Gouzi coming back, he knelt down and kowtowed. "Welcome the ancestor back!" "Welcome the ancestor back!" Seeing a large group of people kneeling at the gate and in the courtyard, Er Gouzi knew that he had come to the right place and found his home. He wanted to let these people stand up, but he held back the words as soon as they came to his mouth. He was an evil cultivator now and could not destroy the image of an evil cultivator. "Hehehe..." He laughed dryly and walked past the group of kneeling people calmly. Since he could not be stopped when he returned home, he scanned the courtyard with his spiritual sense and understood the general layout of the courtyard. With his many years of experience as a thief, he was already clear about the function of each house. "Bring the things in." "Okay!" The foundation-building evil cultivator hurriedly brought in the things he robbed on the street and the woman. "By the way, what's your name?" "Master Hu, my name is Ma Jing!" Ma Jing bent over and said flatteringly. "Yes, your name is good, I'll remember it." "Help me keep an eye on the movements of other masters these days, especially those related to spoils and ancestors, and report to me in time." Er Gouzi said, taking out a bottle of Blood Soul Pill and throwing it to him. "As long as you can provide useful information in time, you will get the benefits!" "Yes! Yes! Thank you Master Hu for your appreciation, I will do my best." Ma Jing held the Blood Soul Pill and left happily.
This time, all the evil cultivators in the Jindan stage came back together, adding up to at least a dozen people. The prisoners of war, some spoils of war, and the supplies of the Yuanying ancestors have not been divided yet. I am a fake, the weakest, and I am guilty. Of course, I have to learn as much as possible about the movements in the city. At least the few acquaintances among the prisoners of war must be fished out. = || ; ({ mode: 'thumbs-feed-01', container: 'taboola-below-article-thumbnail---300x250', placement: 'Below article thumbnail - 300x250', target_type: 'mix' });