Chapter 119 Rest

More than a dozen ferocious-looking behemoths lined up in a long queue, stepping heavily on the ground, dragging huge frames behind them. On the frames were mountains of cargo and shadowy people.

Above their heads, there were figures sitting cross-legged.

In the eyes of the little beggar, they were so aloof, so calm and natural.

"So majestic."

Beggar made a rough estimate and found that this caravan had at least three hundred people, which was larger than any caravan he had ever seen. It was definitely what people often call a large caravan.

As the caravan approached, the originally excited crowd gradually became restless, and the beggar could vaguely hear words like "not like a caravan" and "taking care of the family" coming from their mouths.

This made his heart skip a beat, and regardless of the differences between immortals and mortals, he quickly squeezed forward from under the crowd taking advantage of his small size.

When he finally squeezed his way to the front of the crowd, he saw a little girl about the same age as his sister sitting on top of the ferocious and terrifying beast, smiling happily.

"It seems that this gathering place is almost in ruins. Let's go to the next place after inquiring about it."

Lu Ya sat cross-legged on top of Di Xinglong's head, looking at the casual cultivators and mortals piled up like refugees at Fangshikou, and sighed secretly in his heart.

It has been a month since they moved again. During this month, they encountered numerous gathering places, large and small.

But no one was safe. All the gathering places were attacked by monsters, and half of them were already in a dead zone, with only a few people lingering in the ruins.

Relatively speaking, the gathering place in front of us is pretty good.

"Fellow Taoists, we have come here from afar. I wonder if you can tell us about the current situation of this gathering place."

Li Shou'an stood on top of Dixinglong's head and raised his hands in all directions. The weak magic power in his voice reached the ears of everyone in front of him.

The crowd who came to watch fell silent, and then quickly returned the greetings, and at the same time started talking in a variety of ways.

The little beggar clearly heard that among the immortal cultivators around him, the word "foundation-building great cultivator" appeared most often.

There was a hint of envy and longing in his tone, and even he, a little beggar who couldn't read or write, could understand how unattainable the man standing above the monster was to them.

‘You must follow them, you can survive if you follow them. ’

A glimmer of hope flashed in the little beggar's eyes, and then he quietly listened to their words under the crowd.

"Everyone, please be quiet."

A calm and restrained voice sounded from the head of another earth-moving dragon, and there was a strange charm in the voice that was inexplicably convincing.

The little beggar looked up involuntarily and saw a young man wearing a black robe in front of the team. Compared with his heroic face, what was more eye-catching was that his eyes were like a bottomless pool. With a strange attraction, people can't help but indulge in it.

Lu Ya couldn't help but smile when he saw the crowd below quickly quieted down and turned their attention to him. This second-level spell, Ecstasy, was really easy to use.

Although it was only used slightly and not with full force, it still had a very obvious effect.

He used his spiritual consciousness to scan briefly and roughly understood the distribution of strength among the crowd below.

Pointing to a male cultivator in the late stage of Qi training who looked pretty good, Lu Ya asked, "When was the last beast wave?"

The monk who was pointed out by Lu Ya trembled all over, and then replied respectfully: "Back to senior, the last beast tide was thirteen days ago. Since then, our Bishanfang City has never been hit by a big beast again. A large-scale monster attack is caused by a few scattered monsters coming to attack."

Lu Ya was a little curious: "Oh? You're so lucky that you didn't encounter a second-level monster?"

"Senior, there are some, but they come here mostly to look for food. We seem to be trapped by monsters. By monsters."

The monk lowered his head and finally said the word "captive" in humiliation.

The fact that the dignified monks in the late stage of Qi training can actually say such words in public clearly reflects their current safety situation.

Lu Ya nodded, and then threw a middle-grade spiritual stone to the opponent.

The sparkling spirit stone drew a perfect parabola in the air, crossed Beggar's field of vision, and fell into the hands of the monk.

"Thank you, senior."

With just one piece of news, I got a hundred low-grade spiritual stones. This was like pie in the sky.

Lu Ya made such a generous move, which made the casual cultivators below all look forward to it, hoping that he would be the next one to be called upon.

Lu Ya looked around and selected a female cultivator at the seventh level of Qi training. "Let me ask you, has anyone else been here during this time?"

"Senior, no. The earliest caravan was more than four months ago."

When asked by Lu Ya, the female cultivator was obviously a little excited. She stroked her hair unconsciously and looked at Lu Ya with her big watery eyes.

‘Are they really all gone? ’

Lu Ya paused for a moment and then threw out a middle-grade spiritual stone.

The female cultivator was a little embarrassed when she failed to show off her beauty, but after getting the spirit stone, this embarrassment quickly disappeared.

Lu Ya sat down cross-legged again and started exchanging rumors with the other people.

Li Shou'an suggested: "It seems that Bishanfang City has not entered the sight of the major demon kings and is relatively safe. Why don't we rest here for two nights? We cultivators can withstand the long journey, but the tribe has already It’s almost the limit.”

"I don't agree. It's too risky. We have encountered beast tides of all sizes for no less than 20 times. If we encounter a large beast tide again, we may not be able to escape unscathed. In my opinion, it is better to continue on the road." Lu Dinghai objected firmly.

"What Daoyou Dinghai said makes sense, but if we keep on being so tense, something might go wrong." Li Shousen also said, "And I see that although the casual cultivators in Bishanfang City have a harder time, the number of survivors is not low. Even if there is danger, it will not be too high. We should be able to deal with it."

"What if we encounter a beast tide of the demon king level?" Lu Dinghai glared and immediately retorted.

Li Shousen was a little angry: "You, the last beast tide in this place was half a month ago, which means it has been abandoned, which is enough to prove that there is not much danger here."

Watching the quarrel between several people, the others looked indifferent.

This is the tenth person theory proposed by Lu Ya, that is, no matter how appropriate their decision is to the situation at the time, there must be one person who always disagrees.

And this person is Lu Dinghai.

After arguing for a while, they analyzed the possible situations and finally decided to rest in Bishanfang City for a few days.

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