Chapter 175
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"Today, I must snatch the washing room mission! I've been killing crocodiles for a hundred days. I want to wash my clothes! "
A man whose clothes had long since been torn into rags screamed shrilly.
"I can even scrub the toilet, not to mention washing clothes! Du Ruofei has gotten the Cleansing Filth Token for two days in a row. I'm so jealous! "
The bearded man's eyes were red as he roared.
He was really jealous. Countless cultivators at the seventh or eighth level of Qi Condensation rushed to the list and nailed their flying swords to the mission they had chosen.
Once they finished killing the crocodiles within twenty hours, they could come back and choose additional missions, saving themselves the trouble of killing crocodiles the next day.
Unfortunately, there weren't many additional missions, so it was a hot topic for the disciples of the Flying Dragon Sect.
It was swayed by the strong wind created by the Qi Condensation cultivators. The blood-vomiting screams made Zhen Xiaoxiao's eyes darken.
"Senior Brother, what's going on?"
Zhen Xiaoxiao couldn't help but jump up anxiously. She grabbed the clothes of a man who had already accepted the mission and was rushing to kill the crocodiles.
Time was tight, but the man lowered his head and saw that Zhen Xiaoxiao looked unfamiliar. He felt pity for her, so he calmed down and explained to her.
"Newcomer? How pitiful. Over the years, there have been some disciples with spiritual roots who were attracted here because they could see the entrance of the Flying Dragon Temple. "
The man was only twenty-three or twenty-four years old, but his face was filled with the bleakness of an old man.
"Six years ago, our temple master and elders suddenly disappeared overnight without leaving behind any last words. At the same time, the Northern Mountain Beast Rampage spread far and wide. Our Flying Dragon Temple was quickly defeated because we didn't have any Foundation Building or Enlightening Realm cultivators to hold the fort. From then on, people could only enter, but not leave. The entire sect was occupied by the crocodiles. "
"Six years! A whole six years! No one has come out of the blockade. Who knows if the North Mountain Beast Riot is over? Why didn't the neighboring sects, the Fallen Feathers Pavilion and the Eagle Stream, send anyone to help? "
"Now, under the leadership of Eldest Senior Brother Jiu Zimo, we are slaughtering beasts every day. He alone controls the sect's Precious Bamboo Garden, which is why he can barely create an illusion and earn us four hours of rest every day.
The man patted Zhen Xiaoxiao's head and said earnestly.
"Junior Sister, don't be discouraged. We cultivators should temper ourselves in adversity. One day, we'll definitely slaughter all the crocodile demons and clear a path to the outside world!"
After saying this, the man flew into the air again and charged towards the direction where the beasts were concentrated!
There was a cracking sound.
Zhen Xiaoxiao's chest cracked.
Although she had vaguely guessed that there was something wrong with the Flying Dragon Temple after all the previous experiences, the kind-hearted man's confirmation still made her feel depressed!
There was no exit!
Trapped here?!
What about Small Gruel who was washed away by the water?
What about Second Father, who had been kidnapped?
Jiu Zimo deserved to die! Bei Sansan! To actually shamelessly deceive an honest person like me, this is simply intolerable and inhumane!
Give me back my 2,000 French coins! Give me back my freedom!
A blood-sobbing roar rang out in his heart. Zhen Xiaoxiao's anger flared up.
"Eh? Junior Sister Zhen, why are you still in a daze? Without merit points … you can't survive! How about this, since I was the one who brought you here, I'll open the back door for you. As long as you kill three … No! Two crocodiles at the third level of Qi Condensation, I'll give you 20 merit points in exchange for a meal. How about that?! "
As luck would have it, Bei Sansan hovered above Zhen Xiaoxiao's head with a concerned expression.
A meal?
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