Chapter 1357: Recruiting the army (1/2)

Finally, according to Li Yao’s experience from the memory fragments of Ou Yezi, the barbaric monks who generally come from the barbarian lands on the fringe of civilization are often a bit extreme and sinister, have all kinds of weird habits, and do not have the decent care and restraint , Others are reluctant to touch their mold easily.

Playing such a role of ”don't get close to the stranger” also saves you a lot of effort to cover up.

Li Yao was originally a master of disguise. He carefully prepared for this exploration. He brought a variety of tools and medicines, and he could even change his appearance and posture directly at the cellular level. He had to pretend to be a fringe that disappeared fifty or sixty years ago. Characters, there is not much difficulty.

Before thoroughly clarifying the opponent's roots and feet, Li Yao was unwilling to pretend to be 100% as Master Lingjiu himself.

In case he is some kind of ”public enemy in the realm of cultivation” and has provoke a figure of the transformation of gods, it would be self-defeating.

Therefore, Li Yao had another little care in his heart.

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Into the night.

The top of the narrow rift valley is covered by lush and leafy trees. When the sky is blue and the sky is bright outside, the inside of the canyon is gloomy and dark.

Strangely, at night, the bright moon shimmered in two rounds of green and white outside, but the soft light permeated the leaves like wisps of light smoke, immersing the rift valley in a cloud of silvery white smoke.

Li Yao crossed his knees and sat in mid-air.

The Hundred Ghost Ling was like being drawn by an invisible thread, sinking and floating in front of him.

Li Yao learned the appearance of Master Lingjiu, two white lights escaped from his nostrils, entwining the surface of the Hundred Ghosts, gently rubbing, releasing all the children's souls imprisoned inside, allowing them to absorb the essence of moonlight and strengthen themselves.

In the past, every time Master Lingjiu summoned them out and allowed them to absorb the essence of the moonlight, he would torture and cruelly ravage them to arouse their ferocity and hostility.

Naturally, Li Yao would not do this. Instead, he would use his own gentle psychic powers and the bright moonlight to wash away their hostility and ferocity.

This is a water milling process, which cannot be interrupted every day, and is extremely exhausting and time-consuming, and it is not good for Li Yao's own cultivation.

However, his Dao heart is like this, and the spirit of the Xingyao Federation is like this. This is their greatest support against the real human empire. Naturally, Li Yao would not sit back and ignore these children's souls slowly turning into evil spirits.

Hundreds of small souls carefully drilled out Baiguiling, thinking that they would suffer inhuman pain again, but they were picking up Baiguiling's probe, pushing forward and backward, and refused to get out.

Li Yao smiled slightly, and the strands of water-like psychic energy lifted them out one by one, immersing them in a warm spiritual spring.

These children's souls are a piece of white paper. Their happiness, anger, sorrow and happiness change extremely quickly. They perceive Li Yao's kindness, and they cheer and turn into a little green ghost fire, jumping up and down around him, dancing and dancing.

They are all descendants of mountain and forest natives. They are lively and active by nature, like little monkeys the size of hundreds of fingers. They perceive that Li Yao is not malicious at all, and become more bold. They slowly get closer to Li Yao, and finally jumped into it. Li Yao.

This one was climbing Li Yao’s arm, the one pulling Li Yao’s hair, and a few others climbed onto Li Yao’s ears, and some people tried to open Li Yao’s mouth and got in, but they regarded Li Yao’s body as a Big playground.

Children are always forgotten when they slap their claws. Their innocent and carefree appearances have forgotten all the inhuman pain they have suffered in the past for the time being.

Perceiving the happiness and joy emanating from these children's souls, Li Yao felt another wave of faint waves.

”Three thousand worlds, perhaps societies, countries, laws, and civilizations are all different. In many cases, it is not clear which is right and which is wrong.”

”However, the children who have just been born and have not yet received social influence and civilization are all the same!”

”The ancient cultivators in this world, and the modern monks of the Star Federation, may be very different, and there may even be differences on the road, and fire and water are incompatible.

”But what is the essential difference between these witch-man children born in the mountains and the children born in the Federal Modern Hospital?”

”Perhaps, they are all the same, they are all the future of human civilization!”

Under the clear water of the moonlight, on the turbulent river with turbid waves, Li Yao was meditating, feeling, and practicing while a hundred or two hundred little ghosts were playing and playing.