Demons are all very wonderful places, here, full of provocation, hostility, and at the same time, they are particularly peaceful. Here, you can't see a few physical collisions throughout the year, let alone hurt people with your hands. Those stupid birds who don't even understand these rules and cannot keep their passionate blood in their hearts have become someone else's meal at the first time.

The old birds who live here are naturally the longest, who can continuously harvest spoils from the magic cave, including the specialties of the magic cave, and the wealth contributed by the stupid birds. Of course, there are several types of people who can live very well, but they may not be able to live long.

Living in the Magic City, you can relax quite. Even if you kill the other party’s whole family, you can laugh at the other party wantonly, watch his purple face, and continue to live happily. He is powerless to do anything about it, which makes some people more satisfied.

Du Qian naturally does not belong to these categories. He and his team are all passers-by. The so-called passers-by are those rich and slutty noble families who are idle and have a lot of fun, bringing a group of horsemen and thugs, magic cave half moon tours and other pure play groups.

Of course, Du Qian and his team members didn't care about what others saw. This trip to the Magic Cave took nearly two months and had a rich harvest that was almost impossible to move back. Is there anything else that makes people dissatisfied?

The moon was in the sky, and the ghostly figure flashed outside Du Qian's tent. His shoulders twitched slightly, and there was a feeling of a caterpillar crawling back and forth on his back, and cold sweat flowed out unconsciously. This feeling is so familiar. As long as you step into Du Qian's tent within ten meters, anyone will feel this kind of palpitations.

Without looking, Xueshao knew that this was targeted by Zhu Ke. No one who was close to Du Qian could escape his lock. This was also something that Xueshao had not figured out until now. He was also a soul master, so why could Du Qian command Zhu Ke and Yu Wuxia?

The gap in strength can at most make the Soul Control Master retreat, and it is absolutely impossible to make him so loyal.

"Mr. Du, the time is almost over, it's time for us to set off." Xue Sha didn't like this feeling of being locked and said softly. Leaving here as soon as possible will make him feel comfortable. Damn Zhu Ke, the damn soul master.

"Well, let's go." Du Qian walked out of the tent, followed Xuezhan out of the parking lot, and Xuezhan drove the kinetic energy car out of the Magic City.

The stars flashed, the galaxy was like clouds, the air was slightly cold, and took a sip and spit out hard. A white line spewed out several meters away. Du Qian was so tired that he had a lot of fun. Through the inverted mirror, looking at Du Qian's childish movements, Xue Kill frowned.

In his opinion, Du Qian's behavior was unintentional to provoke. The exchange meeting was no longer as good as the ones in the Demon City. All those who were qualified to enter were divine masters. It was even more amazing when they met several warriors occasionally. Those who dared to enter the exchange meeting as a warrior were often more difficult than those divine masters.

Du Qian's expression is very innocent, natural, and a little presumptuous. You should know that many strong people need face, such as Tamishi. If a person who doesn't understand dares to be so rude in front of him, don't worry about the other party's identity. If you beat him, you can beat him half to death at most and leave your life for you.

It was this kind of personality that made him a little unruly when he first met Zhu Ke, even though he knew that the other party was a soul master, he still had a little bad attitude. As a result, Zhu Ke's personality was even more popular than Mishi. If everyone hadn't had a sense of what they did, it would be hard to say.

There are too many people in this world who have strength and background. Not everyone will become turtles when they see the soul master.

"Mr. Du." Xue Sha said hesitantly.

"Huh?" Du Qianmu responded casually without focal length. He couldn't remember how long it took for him to feel the starlight, the night color, and the refreshingness. At least for more than a year, when he was in the war orphan school, he would occasionally escape with Lei Ming at night, run outside the school, sit on the Fisherman's Wharf, listen to the sea, watch the stars, say nothing, do nothing, just sit quietly and breathe.

Although Du Qian's cultivation has improved rapidly in less than a year, his strength has increased greatly, and his identity has been very different. Even if he kills blood, he must sincerely call Mr. Du. But is Du Qian really happy?

It’s really hard to explain. What Du Qian wants is nothing more than to live, and then to live better. Before he knew it, everything seemed to deviate from control.

Having a good job, a decent salary, a not-beautiful but virtuous wife, preferably two smart children, and a not-so-large but very warm home. That has always been what Du Qian pursues.

But he knew very well that even if he had these, it was still far from enough. You must have the ability to keep it, and this ability is naturally the four words: unparalleled combat power.

Du Qian is also pursuing these four words, so he works very hard, absorbing spiritual horns, saving people, making money, learning to make talismans, making tools...

But now, he has a status, a good status, and a good ability. He has powerful soul masters and divine masters around him, and even brothers and classmates can take care of one or two. But Du Qian didn't feel happy, but felt that he seemed to be getting further and further away from his original dream, that warm home.

"Sir, those who are qualified to participate in the exchange meeting have some background or their abilities." Xue Sha naturally didn't know that at this moment, Du Qian had already wandered around, sighing at his short life and looking forward to the distant future. In the lost path of his thoughts, he played with the philosopher's sourness.

"Oh." After hearing this, Du Qian replied slightly, responded softly, and began to get distracted again.

"Sir? Mr. Du?" The bloody killing angry rushed to the top door. Even Duke Wen would not ignore him bloody killing so much. Du Qianzuo was too much.

"Well, I'm listening." As if he sensed the blood energy that was overflowing from Xuesha, Du Qian finally came to his senses and looked at Xuesha in surprise.

"Mr. Du, concentration is a kind of etiquette, especially in places like the exchange meeting. Half of those who are qualified to participate in the exchange meeting are super strong, and the other half has a strong background. No matter which kind of person, it is very troublesome. The most basic etiquette should be paid attention to." The blood killing suppressed the blood in his heart and said slowly.

Du Qian looks weak, but he always gives him a stunning feeling, the longer he comes into contact, the more he feels that Du Qian is unfathomable. If there is anyone in the team that he is the one he is most reluctant to face, it must be Du Qian. If he has to choose someone as his opponent, he would rather choose Zhu Ke than to compete with Du Qianfang.

"I understand, thank you Senior Blood." Du Qian finally came back to his soul, turned to smile politely at him, with gratitude in his eyes. He understood that Blood Kill was sincere in his consideration.

Blood Killing felt aroused, and Mr. Du was still very easy to talk to, and his sincerity was easier to feel.

"Mr. Du, don't call me senior, just call me my name directly. This is also a habit. Don't reveal your identity and trump card at will. A simple name and a tone can make people hear a lot of things. All those who participate in the exchange meeting are human spirits." Blood Kill kept teaching Du Qian various experiences. In this regard, Du Qian was as pure as a piece of white paper.

Under the control of Blood Kill, the kinetic energy vehicle drove into the wilderness at the fastest speed for more than three hours, and saw a vague ruin from afar.

Du Qian was moved and a little disappointed, but it still couldn't do it. Since leaving the magic cave, the magical and useful map disappeared, and there were still three groups of nebula in the starry sky, exactly the same as before. Obviously, this magical map function only appears in the magic cave.

This made Du Qian even more curious. What kind of fun is this? What does it have to do with the magic cave?

"There is a ruin in front of him, and the ruins refer to the ruins of the ancient city." Xue Sha said, and began to slow down. At the same time, his fingers bounced, and eighteen light spots flew into the sky more than ten meters high from his fingers, forming a group of special symbols.

Du Qian couldn't tell what it felt, so he took a casual look. The set of special symbols converted into a set of numbers in his mind, and asked curiously: "Blood Kill, what does 44333 mean?"

Blood Kill was so scared that his whole body trembled. The kinetic energy car shook a few times before returning to normal. He looked at Du Qian incredibly: "You...how do you know the numbers of four, four, three, and three?"

"It's all hanging in the sky, will anyone not see it?" Du Qiannu said with a mouthful. Although the light spots popped up by the Blood Kill are not bright, they can still be clearly seen within a radius of thousands of meters.

"You... do you understand Daowen?"

"Daowen? What kind of article is that?" Du Qian frowned and couldn't understand at all. In fact, he didn't know what the light spot that was popped up by the Blood Kill just now was. It was combined like a pattern, but Du Qian immediately understood the meaning of the pattern at a glance. When he translated it, it was the set of numbers 4433, and there was nothing else.

"Daowen, also known as the divine text, the word "tian" is said to be a text used by God. It is ever-changing. Only a very small number of people have mastered the simplest part of the Taoist text. Some people say that there is a huge secret hidden in the Taoist text. Whoever can unlock this secret can control the weather."

"Control the weather? It's cloudy and rainy? Or is it strong wind and thunder?" Du Qian almost laughed out loud. This is too funny. Did anyone make up the joke? Mastering a word, it actually got together with the weather?

Is it not that the Thunder God and Lightning Mother use magic weapons to strike lightning, but that they are scratching randomly with their pens?

"The world is lucky, not cloudy or rainy. If you must think it is that kind of weather, it is actually nothing. Being able to master the luck of the world and changing the weather should not be difficult." Xue Sha said with a calm face.

"Oh... the world is lucky, this is so great. Who is it? Who belongs to the very few people who have mastered Taoism?" Du Qian then realized that he had misunderstood. He didn't care about wind and rain at all, and he was much wider than that.

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