Yan Yong rolled out of Dang Hun palace, passing through several dark and winding paths, before arriving at Dang Hun mountain.
Seeing this pink crystal mountain, Yan Yong let out a breath of turbid air. Being far away from Fang Yuan, the pressure and fear in his heart had dissipated by a lot.
After trekking on the mountain for a while, he was finally discovered by his clansmen.
"Ah, great, respected tribe leader, our hero, you are here!" A few rockmen immediately cheered.
"Please let me kiss your toes, to express my admiration for you." A few rockmen knelt on the ground.
"Great hero, great hero! Your courage is higher than the heavens, your guts are thicker than the earth. "A few little rockmen formed into groups, cheering.
Yan Yong smiled, no one knew his bitterness.
The cheers in his ears were so lively, and many of his clansmen were crowding around him, but he felt incomparably lonely.
He looked at his clansmen beside him. These stone men who were brimming with smiles would probably all die in three months. They would die from exhaustion from digging the canal. But what could he do?
In the eyes of the other rockmen, Dang Hun mountain's victory was so grand, so worthy of praise. Only he knew, this was just a game that the immortal manipulated behind the scenes.
This cruel and cold truth made him deeply understand, those rockmen's sacrifice, these difficult and glorious victories, how pale and shallow, how laughable and powerless.
He led his clansmen to more and more victories, his fear of Fang Yuan also deepened.
"That immortal, he is a demon! His heart is even colder than us rockmen's, his strength is greater than the mountains. I am so weak, what can I do? Resistance means death. I admit my cowardice, I am really afraid of death. I have not slept enough, I am only a hundred and eighty years old. "
Once Yan Yong thought of Fang Yuan's appearance. His heart was filled with fear.
His unextinguished conscience was tormenting him.
He knew: He was about to personally push almost all of his clansmen to death. He was being interrogated by his conscience, every praise from his clansmen was like a whip, lashing his heart until it was riddled with scars.
"Honorable, beloved chief, you're finally back! Everyone is waiting for you. "The rockmen opened up a path, allowing Yan Yong to walk to the high ground unobstructed.
"My people. In the past three days, our tribe has grown many times stronger! Our expedition has yielded splendid results. However, this kind of victory was far from enough. You are willing to continue walking with me. Towards a better tomorrow? "Yan Yong looked down from above, asking loudly.
The rockmen used their loudest voices to cheer, expressing their 120% support for Yan Yong.
Yan Yong nodded, he had already expected this situation.
It wasn't that there weren't any troublemakers or wise old stone men. But in the many fierce battles, they had all sacrificed themselves "heroically".
The only ones left were the stone men. Most of them were newborns and had purer minds. As for those old rockmen, almost all of them were Yan Yong's hardcore supporters, some were even his fanatical worshippers.
Yan Yong patiently waited for the cheers to end. Then he continued: "In the past three days, I've been thinking in a place with no one around — — how should we deal with the immortal that escaped. With immortal essence, the immortal can mobilize the demon fox army and have terrifying battle strength. He must have retreated to the water swamp in the north. Or to the fire pit in the east to catch his breath. We can't let him recover. "
"Tribe leader is right!"
"Tribe leader is too wise, we cannot let that damned immortal accumulate immortal essence."
"When that damned demon recovers his strength. He will definitely find trouble with us rockmen! "
"But what should we do? The water swamp and the fire pit are both extremely dangerous places, even us rockmen can't stay there for long. Furthermore, these two places are so vast, who knows where the immortal will run to. "
The stonemen were all talking at once, discussing spiritedly.
Yan Yong interrupted everyone's discussion, he shouted: "So, I thought of a solution. We need to use earth to fill up the water swamp and the fire pit. This way, that immortal will not be able to recover his immortal essence! "
"My God! That's a crazy idea!" Immediately, a Stone Man exclaimed.
"My great tribe leader, the water swamp is so vast, it makes people feel discouraged. And the fire pit has a fatal heat, how can we use earth to fill it up? That's impossible. "An old stone man retorted.
Yan Yong looked deeply at this old rockman, remembering it in his heart.
This rockman dared to rebuke him, it proved that his admiration for him was not enough. In the future, I will give him the heaviest work, and tire him to death.
At this time, another old rockman spoke: "We cannot be rash. I thought of a solution, maybe we can dig a large canal to divert the water into the fire pit. The power of water and fire will cancel each other out, this will save us a lot of trouble. "
Yan Yong's killing intent became even more intense.
This old rockman was very intelligent, he was more threatening than the previous rockman who rebuked him.
He immediately decided to give this old rockman the task of guarding the fire pit. Let the demon fox army kill him, and get rid of this threat as soon as possible!
Yan Yong calmly praised this old rockman, shouting: "This is my idea. We need to dig a large canal as soon as possible, to divert the water and quell the fire, not letting immortals have a place to accumulate immortal essence! Actually, before white rock tribe leader died, he also taught me. He said that the flood in the north, the fire in the east were all caused by that evil male immortal, that they were the source of his power. Just like how we rockmen eat the earth. "
"So white rock tribe leader already predicted this."
"White rock tribe leader is indeed the sage of us rockmen."
"White rock tribe leader is already nine hundred and ninety-eight years old, of course he knows a lot."
The rockmen nodded, praising white rock tribe leader, at the same time expressing regret and regret for his death.
Rockmen slept most of the time, they did not interact much with each other. This sense of distance, mystery, made the dead white rock tribe leader's intelligence even more unfathomable.
According to the saying on Earth, if the old chief of the White Stone Tribe were to hear this from the underworld, he would probably jump out of his coffin in anger.
But unfortunately, he was completely killed by Fang Yuan, even his soul was not spared, it was placed on Dang Hun mountain by Fang Yuan, and shattered. His essence fell on the mountain, forming a gutstone.
It was unknown which stone man had smashed this gall stone into pieces. Or maybe it was Fang Yuan's people.
After discussing for a while, the rockmen came to an agreement, they were willing to dig a canal under tribe leader Yan Yong's lead, to connect the water and fire.
Fang Yuan hid behind the scenes and saw everything, seeing that the situation was set, he ordered Little Hu Immortal.
The land spirit released a trace of Dang Hun mountain's power, the rockmen instantly felt their souls tremble, they felt dizzy. Many little rockmen fainted on the spot.
"Not good, let's go out quickly. Dang Hun mountain is about to show its might! "Yan Yong said, smoothly leading his tribesmen down Dang Hun mountain.
They did not return to their original homes, but directly went to the north-east region, majestically.
In Dang Hun palace, Fang Yuan watched these rockmen leave through the fluctuating smoke, his expression was emotionless.
"Master, have you heard of the story of the rockmen?" Little fox immortal's tail swayed uneasily, speaking in a tactful tone.
Fang Yuan chuckled: "Are you trying to persuade me to use gentle methods to deal with the rockmen?"
"Master, you are so smart." Little fox immortal's big eyes shone.
"Heh. It seems you do not understand it well. Most of the time, the power of hatred and fear is greater than gratitude. "
Back then, when Fang Yuan learned of the existence of a rockman tribe, he was quite surprised.
Rockmen lived underground, they ate soil as food, and were good at digging. A large group of stone men could even build an underground city deep underground.
Rockmen could help the blessed land's owner excavate underground resources, they were very good slaves. Many Gu Immortals wanted to buy many rockmen and move them to their blessed land.
As for Hu Immortal blessed land, with Dang Hun mountain, as long as there were enough souls. Even if there was only one rockman, they could use the gutstones to reproduce into a huge tribe.
Fang Yuan could use this to raise rockmen on a large scale, and engage in slave trade with other Gu Immortals.
Back then, Hu Immortal did all she could to move the rockmen here, it was because of this plan.
Indeed, rockmen were amenable to coaxing but not coercion. Most rockmen were tough men with iron bones, brave warriors who did not fear death. Many Gu Immortals chose to be gentle, subtly squeezing out the benefits from the rockmen.
Hu Immortal used this method.
But Fang Yuan did not use this method.
It was too gentle.
The benefits that could be squeezed out had to be squeezed out cleanly!
The competition in this world was so cruel, not only was it competition between people, the cruel earthly calamities and heavenly tribulations were like a flood, washing away countless heroes throughout history.
So what if they were Gu Immortals?
If they did not fight for every bit of resources, quickly equipping themselves and strengthening themselves, then Hu Immortal's outcome was the best example.
Demonic path members should race against time, haggle over every cent, plunder everything to strengthen themselves!
"Since I am a superior, I should understand: rules, laws, friendship and morality are all tools to squeeze out benefits. Leniency and conscience, cruelty and hatred, they are all the same. "Fang Yuan sneered in his heart.
After fighting with the rockmen for so long, there were only seven months left before the sixth earthly calamity.
The water swamp in the north and the fire pit in the east were the scars left behind by the earthly calamity, they were the weak parts of the blessed land. When the earthly calamity strikes, they are the weak points of the blessed land.
How much water a wooden barrel can hold is determined by the shortest wooden plank. How heavy a chain could pull up depended mainly on the weakest part of the chain.
"So what if the rockmen hate, loathe, and countless people curse me?"
"If pure hatred, loathing, and cursing in this world is useful, then what is the use of strength?"
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