"Not only the Eastern Wasteland, but the entire lower realm will become our territory!"
Nan Huoyu opened his hands and laughed wantonly, as if the world was in his hands.
Jiang Shengxiang and Nie Rong changed their expressions together.
"The spirit world cannot interfere with the affairs of the lower world. If you do this, aren't you afraid of punishment from heaven?"
Nie Rong used some pressure to make a sound, deliberately warning them.
Nan Yingying twisted her waist to cover her mouth and smiled sweetly, "You know a lot about this kid, but we all dared to come down from the spirit world. How could we not expect the punishment from heaven?"
"Yes, we have been preparing for this day for many years. According to the rules of the lower world, if we are not the ones who kill you, we can avoid the punishment of heaven and easily win this world!"
The corners of Nan Huoyu's mouth raised contemptuously, and his eyes towards Longyin Village were full of aggression.
Jiang Shengxiang's pupils trembled with fear, "If the spiritual monks don't stay in the spiritual world, what's the use of taking away the lower world? Could it be that God doesn't want to see peace in Donghuang at all, so he deliberately created this disaster to undermine the efforts of the Immortal Lord?
Everything you get?"
Xiaorong was still confused, "It seems like the boss didn't work harder!"
Jiang Shengxiang choked, "Even if the Immortal Lord has gained peace by the way, it cannot be destroyed by the spiritual monks!"
Little Rong clenched her chin and nodded, "You are right, as the boss of the little tree spirit, I will definitely protect this land!"
"Giggle!" Nan Yingying let out a series of sweet smiles, "Why do you still want to protect Donghuang? Kneel down. I am the princess of the Southern Dynasty, and you are not qualified to talk to me on an equal footing!"
The sudden loud shout made Xiaorong and Jiang Shengxiang hug each other in fright, and their legs were spineless and they knelt down.
"Uuuuuuuuah, this woman is so scary, boss, please save me!"
Xiaorong buried her head in Jiang Shengxiang's arms and cried out in fear.
Jiang Shengxiang's lips trembled, "When will the Immortal Master receive our news? How come it happened that the Immortal Master went to the West Sea at this time? Could it be that God is going to destroy us in the Eastern Wasteland?!"
Nie Rong stared at the Nan Huoyu brother and sister with a stern face, "I will never let you succeed. As long as you dare to take a step forward, I will drag you to hell even if I sacrifice my life and Nascent Soul to self-destruct!"
Nan Yingying leisurely took out a Qixia Water Feather Fan, which grew in size in her hand, and proudly flapped it towards the short mountain on the right.
In an instant, the short mountain fell apart in front of everyone's eyes, turning into powder and flying in all directions.
"The Qixia Water Feather Fan in my hand is an immortal weapon. Have you people from the lower world seen it?"
Xiao Rong burst out crying, "Boss, boss, there are immortal weapons, come and conquer them!"
Nan Yingying sneered softly, "You ignorant tree spirit, not to mention that the boss in your mouth cannot defeat this princess. This fairy weapon has a spirit. Since it has chosen me as its master, it is definitely a waste that does not look down on the lower world!"
"You are the waste, and your whole family is waste!"
Hearing her insulting Yao Ranran, Xiaorong yelled back without thinking.
"Yes, you are the losers, we, the Immortal Lord, are not losers!"
Jiang Shengxiang was not convinced and cursed.
"It's just an immortal weapon, and my master doesn't look down upon it!"
Nie Rong would not allow anyone to insult his master.
Nan Yingying and Nan Huoyu were angered by their tough attitude. They had never been scolded like this by their entire family.
"Damn tree spirit, when this princess destroys this fragile formation, you will be the first to be killed. See if I don't peel off your tree bark to refine weapons!"
Nan Yingying pointed at him angrily.
Xiao Rong trembled and held her head up stubbornly, "My boss will be back soon, I'm not afraid of you!"
"Humph, I'm afraid that the speed at which she comes back won't be as fast as the speed at which you fall!"
Nan Huoyu approached fiercely, making Jiang Shengxiang and Xiaorong tremble with fear.
"Boss, boss, come back quickly, your favorite little banyan tree is going to be bullied!"
Xiaorong cried and shouted to the sky.
Jiang Shengxiang held his head and sobbed: "Immortal Lord, help me... When did the Immortal Lord say that he likes you the most?"
"Uuuuuuuuuah, the boss didn't say it, but is this the point? Help, help, I haven't heard the boss say that I am her favorite, I can't die yet!"
The little banyan wailed miserably.
A cry echoed in the village.
Tang Xiangyin came out with hot tea and passed them curiously, "Why are you crying? Do you want to drink the spiritual tea I made?"
Nie Rong suppressed her sadness and looked at the tea she was holding. There were green worm corpses floating in the tea cup.
"No... no, Miss Tang, it's very dangerous here. Hurry up and take Grandma Zhang and him to hide in Suoling Mountain!"
“Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuorilt;There is no time to drink spiritual tea now, let alone drink the spiritual tea you brewed by yourself, we will all die!”
The tears in Xiaorong's eyes fell heavily and wet the skirt of her clothes.
Jiang Shengxiang said in a voice hoarse from crying: "Miss Tang, hurry up, there are three of us here to support you. You still have time to escape, and the villagers from all over the country will be left to you!"
Tang Xiangyin looked at them confused, "What game are you playing? Do you really not want to taste the spiritual tea I brewed before you die? It's delicious!"
She approached Xiaorong and Xiaorong with the spirit tea, allowing them to clearly see the color of the spirit tea and smell the aroma of the spirit tea...or rather, the weird smell coming from the spirit tea.
Xiaorong and Jiang Shengxiang wrinkled their noses together.
Nie Rong turned his head away stiffly and pinched his nose with two fingers.
Jiang Shengxiang looked anxious. He quickly picked up the tea cup and drank it. His face turned green instantly, "Miss Tang, we are not joking with you. I have already drank this spiritual tea. Quickly take the villagers to Suoling Mountain!"
Tang Xiangyin stared at him expectantly, "I understand, Village Chief Jiang, I have one more thing to ask you before I leave!"
"Ms. Tang, please ask!"
Tang Xiangyin swallowed her saliva and asked cautiously: "Are you satisfied with the taste of the spiritual tea I brewed today?"
Jiang Shengxiang tightened his clothes and tried his best to smile. At the last moment of his life, he hoped to leave the best impression on this young lady.
"Ms. Tang, I am very satisfied. If there is another life, I would like to drink tea brewed by you every day!"
Tang Xiangyin froze on the spot.
Xiaorong and Nie Rong looked at him with horrified expressions.
Jiang Shengxiang must be crazy!
This is no less than Nie Rong's self-explosion of Nascent Soul, which is seeking death!
Tang Xiangyin's hands holding the tea cup were trembling, "Village Chief Jiang, you are my soulmate! Only you can appreciate my tea art, and only you can taste the fragrance of my spiritual tea. Don't worry, I will definitely drink it every day in the future."
Make tea for you!”
Jiang Shengxiang smiled bitterly, "Okay, I'm waiting for Miss Tang's tea."
Tang Xiangyin was so excited that her face turned red, "Village Chief Jiang, I have one last question to ask you."
"Aren't you two tired of being on your knees all the time?"