One hundred sharing is one percent of the damage.

Ten thousand people share it, which is one in ten thousand.

One hundred thousand people share it, one hundred thousand.

In terms of attack, the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation can also achieve an equal distribution in another sense: concentrate all the power on one person, thereby increasing the strength of this person and allowing this person to use spells that far exceed the upper limit of his own attack.

Therefore, there are no obvious shortcomings of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation.

But the biggest disadvantage of the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation lies in it!

If there is a third-level immortal cultivator, such as Xiaobai, or Yun Yilan, who holds the Xuanhuo Mirror, on the basis of the war of attrition, the Ten Thousand Immortal Formation will only continue to wear and tear, and eventually completely collapse.

In short, the Blood Refining Hall has now entered an irreversible destruction, and perhaps there will be no reduction in the number of personnel. After all, the more people there are in the world, the more nominal disciples there will be.

But in terms of combat power, it was greatly weakened.

Jin Ping'er is currently dealing with these troubles.

Therefore, it is impossible to come to southern Xinjiang to find Lu Yuan.

So after careful calculation, only Biyao did nothing, and there were tens of thousands of people on it who were in his prime. His cultivation was enough to come to southern Xinjiang to find Lu Yuan.

Therefore, when Lu Yuan opened up a space tunnel, Bi Yao became the only person who followed Lu Yuan and went to the world of fox demons.

The beast god did not come.

After seeing Linglong, his daily task is to guard the giant trees of bitterness, at most he can cut the flowers and plants around him, and do nothing else and go to nowhere.

He forced himself to become an otaku.

Fortunately, the beast god doesn’t need to eat or drink anymore.

By directly absorbing the spiritual energy that exists in the world, one can achieve self-sufficiency, and even without even absorbing it. He is transformed by the rules of the evil spirits of heaven and earth, and as long as the heaven and earth are not destroyed, he will not die.

"In the blink of an eye, thirty years have passed..."

In a teahouse, Lu Yuan and Biyao listened to the storyteller's book. After going out, they recalled what they had heard about Li Muchen in the storyteller's previous words, and couldn't help but sigh with melancholy.

Time passes by in a hurry.

He spent ten years in the world of Zhuxian.

Maybe it was eleven years.

Anyway, the specific month has not been calculated.

And in the world of fox demons, thirty years have passed without realizing it.

The tree he planted himself thirty years ago has now produced fruits. Although he was not present and did not see the fruits, Lu Yuan was still very satisfied with the fruits in these thirty years later.

Knowing the sky is easy to go against the sky is difficult to go against.

Even if he is there, it is impossible for him to do everything in these thirty years, and slight deviations are inevitable.

What's more, although the Eye of Destiny is good, it still has to abide by the basic conditions of probability science, which means that it is impossible for him to see the inevitable result directly. He can only see each different choice, and then choose the one with the best development based on the future brought by these choices.

But fate is impermanent.

It is very likely that the worst direction was chosen for the first time, but when I made the second choice, I found that because of some subtleties in the first choice, all the options in the second choice were excellent.

This is all possible things.

What's more, Lu Yuan is not here in the past thirty years.

As long as the peaceful relationship between the shemale and demon tribes is intact, in a sense, it shows the correctness of Lu Yuan’s previous actions.

Even if it is wrong, the merit is greater than the fault.

But Lu Yuan never expected that one day when he came back to see what he left behind, he still needed to buy a ticket to pay to watch it!

"So inferior..."

"Some big bad guy, do you think so?"

Biyao's cunning gaze made Lu Yuan feel uncomfortable. Lu Yuan quickly pointed to the counter that was carefully preserved by glass not far away, deliberately changing the topic:

"Go and take a look!"

"Besides, I'm not money."

"There are not many people who can know me, and I don't know many people. After I left for so many years, even fewer people can remember me."

"It's understandable that you can't recognize you for a moment."

"Besides, you and I have disguised their faces. All they see is an ordinary face of a passerby, and after reading it, the memory will be automatically blurred, and I can't remember who we are at all."

"Also, no one expected that the old man Huandu Qingtian was so shameless. Not only did he put the agreement I signed with him at that time on the surface, he even regarded this thing as a kind of souvenir item, and combined with some fragmented items in the battle at that time, he became such a museum that collects tickets!"

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"Blocks of earth, magic weapon fragments, bamboo sticks..."

"That's all."

"After all, it was something taken from the scene."

"But what happened to the pots, pans, and even chopsticks when eating later?"

"This thing is also commemorative?"

"This thing also has a visiting meaning?"

Lu Yuan's eyes twitched slightly.

While watching, he complained with resentment.

Bi Yao couldn't stop smiling when she looked aside.

With Lu Yuan, the person involved, some secrets are no longer secrets. It is interesting to see the marks on these items after learning the truth.

According to Lu Yuan, the agreement signed with Huandu Qingtian first, that is, the treaty of non-aggression between humans and demons, and the second is the meal to go to the southern imperial capital.

In contrast, the current labels of these pots and pans...

"At the dining table, Huandu Qingtian, the Lord of the South, had a friendly exchange with Lu Yuan, who was the senior brother of the Shenhuo Villa at that time, reached a consensus on the peaceful coexistence of shemale men, formulated a non-aggression treaty for shemale men, and promoted the peaceful coexistence of the South and Yiqidao Alliance today."

"These tableware are the first witnesses."

"Please don't touch it, thank you for your cooperation."

Bi Yao held back her smile and recited word by word.

Then he turned his head and looked at Lu Yuan beside him.

He slammed Lu Yuan's arm: "Is that the case?"

"What do you think?"

Lu Yuan rolled his eyes.

"If that old man is a good-tempered person, I don't need to conquer Nanpingxi, nor do I need to sign a treaty for non-aggression between shemale men."

"Besides, this is for everyone in the world."

"If you have the strength, will Huandu Qingtian suddenly betray you one day? Will you still be worried about this matter and can't sleep all night?"

"If he dares to rebel, I will dare to push him up!"

"I'm worried that I can't find an excuse!"

"But, this old man is really smart!"

"As soon as this museum is built, it means that it has recognized this history. Although some details have been changed, it is understandable for the sake of one's own face."

"What really surprised me was that in the past thirty years after I left, the southern country had actually achieved a peaceful situation of shemale-monsters living together. It can be seen that this old man was not working but working hard."

Speaking of this, Lu Yuan sighed slowly.
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