Chapter 503 The Army Attacks

The refugees were confused at first, but after eating the hot porridge, they suddenly became obedient people.

When their stomachs were full, many of them burst into tears and spontaneously thanked the members.

They thought they were going to die, but they knew what the world was like. They had lost the ability to rely on themselves, and they could not rely on the rich to be slaves. All that was left was to wait for death.

The country doesn't care about them, and the wealthy families don't care about them either. They all want to wait for them to starve to death.

But how can people starve to death? After they ate everything they could eat on the road, they either killed each other or went crazy and looted the wealthy families.

Although they suffered a lot of casualties, they finally managed to rob several small wealthy families and managed to survive for a few more days.

But this only angered the wealthy clan even more, and the surrounding families immediately sent out troops to annihilate them, killing them to pieces.

These four hundred thousand people broke down and fled here. When I came here and saw Sister You and several other monks coming and going, I felt extremely desperate and planned to fight for my life.

As a result, things turned around and I actually had a full meal. In the infinite darkness, I suddenly saw a glimmer of light. The gratitude in my heart was overwhelming.

"Common people become immortals..."

"Bake porridge to provide disaster relief..."

"Sheltering refugees..."

The immortals who flew around with their swords and spread the word talked a lot, and they couldn't remember anything else, but they heard these key words very clearly.

One by one, they knelt down and cried, shouting for their lives.

But there were too many people, and those who were eating in front blocked all the people behind by kneeling like this.

Mr. Gou fell to the ground and shouted directly: "Don't be immortal, don't eat too much, continue to cook porridge if you can move, and others will make room for the people behind to eat."

"You guys, help maintain order, hurry up!"

Gou Ye pulled and kicked him, and his beatings and scoldings were not ambiguous at all. He finally made the homeless people who had finished eating in front of him get out of the way, and some clever people also stepped forward to help.

As more and more people came to help, the scene became more orderly.

The identity of the cultivators was very intimidating, especially when they heard that they were civilians cultivating immortals and promised to protect them. The refugees suddenly felt hopeful and became more honest.

Many refugees have obviously not had anything to eat for a long time.

All of them were so hungry that they looked like nothing, and were as skinny as a pair of withered bones. These refugees took a large bowl of hot porridge and poured it directly into their stomachs, regardless of whether it was hot or not.

Often after eating, I still want to continue eating, staring at the big pot of hot porridge in the distance.

But you can't overeat after being hungry for too long. They were all dragged away and slapped twice for disobedience. Master Gou quickly walked around the porridge distribution site, bringing some young men who looked strong to maintain order. , to avoid chaos.

Even so, Mo Qiong was flying in the air and saw many refugees coming from far away. They fell to the ground before they even reached the porridge.

Mo Qiong flew down and saw that he was already dead.

There are even some refugees who have just finished drinking a bowl of hot porridge, showing a satisfied smile, and then die as soon as their head tilts...

"Shangxian... help me..." A skeleton-like old man knelt in front of Mo Qiong, carrying an unconscious girl on his back.

The girl was in a coma and couldn't drink the porridge. This situation was common among 400,000 people even though she had everything she needed to survive in front of her, but she was still about to die.

Mo Qiong's thoughts turned quickly, and he suddenly thought, can the magic power of the immortal cultivator keep him alive?

As soon as he thought of it, he did it. Mo Qiong immediately moved his soul slightly and sent a ray of magic power over.

Not to mention, mana is so full of vitality that it seems to be able to make up for all the nutrients and energy needed by the human body.

Mo Qiong's soul could see that the cells had absorbed a little mana, as if they were being nourished.

"No wonder cultivators live without grains. Mana can sustain life. There is no need to digest grains and then convert them into heat to supply cells." Mo Qiong's eyes lit up.

Mo Qiong repeated this, sending mana to many refugees who seemed unable to survive, and finally stabilized them, allowing them to persist until they could eat.

"The magic power can save lives!" Mo Qiong quickly informed Sister You and others of the situation.

When everyone heard about it, they hurriedly went around to help people.

However, soon, Sister You and others were squeezed dry.

There are too many people and too little magic power.

"Oh... no wonder." Sister You pointed at the vast sea of ​​people and said: "The immortal way also has unique productivity. It's not that it can't benefit the people, but that the immortal cultivators are unwilling to do it. Mana is one of their foundations, and the mortal Niwan Palace Before it is opened, the magic power cannot be retained and will dissipate after passing through the body. The magic power that can sustain a cultivator for a day without eating can only last for a moment in a mortal body."

"In this way, the immortal cultivators will be dispersed to the untouchables in their eyes. They are just trying to maintain their lives. This kind of thing is just as good as having a full meal. They don't bother to do it."

"Although we are willing to do it, there are 400,000 people, let alone our Yuan Shen stage, even if we are in the Yuan Ying and Yuan Jing stages, we can't disperse. A few hundred people are enough to drain us dry."

If you want energy to stay in a mortal's body for a long time, it must be an elixir instead of a spiritual object.

The monks in this world have also created things like Bigu Pill.

It is similar to the method of using mana to save people's lives. They use spiritual energy to provide vitality, but it will not disperse easily. Even for mortals, the elixir will lock the mana in the body for a long time and continuously supply it, which is equivalent to the human body's energy storage battery.

A mortal can eat one pill and go without food for a month. However, it is difficult to popularize Bigu Pill, and it is impossible to mass-produce hundreds of thousands of pills and then distribute them to the refugees.

No immortal cultivation group would do this, wasting a lot of time and materials, and taking the trouble to let hundreds of thousands of refugees not eat for a month: Am I sick? Can't you just eat? Are you wasting my time to make pills?

This is not a world where everyone cultivates immortals.

"Alas..." Mo Qiong's mana was exhausted, and he absorbed the spiritual energy calmly.

He immersed himself in his consciousness, looking inward at the Niwan Palace, and suddenly caught a glimpse of the lotus platform holding up the Yuanshen...

"Huh? In addition to pills, spiritual objects can also be... Is this a spiritual object?" Mo Qiong's mind moved, and he directly controlled the Yuanshen to remove a few lotus petals and shoot them out of the Niwan Palace.

"Shua!" A few pieces of green light fell from the center of his eyebrows to his palm. Mo Qiong took a look and saw that this was really a plant!

Containing vigorous energy, it felt substantial when held in the palm of his hand.

"With the adaptive seeds, I really planted exotic flowers and plants in my Niwan Palace! Is there a field in the Niwan Palace?" Mo Qiong was shocked, and then overjoyed.

Isn't this a spiritual object? Regardless of whether it is a congenital spiritual root or something like that, this green lotus is definitely a natural treasure.

Mo Qiong pinched a piece, flicked his finger, and shot it to a dying refugee, which went into his mouth.

The refugee shuddered, his face suddenly turned ruddy, as if a strong vitality filled his body, and he was much more energetic, and his body was no longer shaking.

Mo Qiong's soul explored that the refugee was full of energy, and a lotus petal slowly melted in his body, but the progress could at least last for more than ten days.

"Good stuff! Master Gou! The spiritual roots grown from the seeds, a piece of which is equivalent to a fasting pill." Mo Qiong shouted hurriedly.

Master Gou also reacted after hearing this, and scraped a few leaves out of his head.

He and Mo Qiong have not cultivated their souls since they started farming in the Niwan Palace. All their time is spent absorbing spiritual energy to feed the spiritual roots, because his tree and Mo Qiong's green lotus digest spiritual energy much faster than their souls.

The two's magic power was quickly drained, but the spiritual roots grown from the seeds could still be cut off.

"What is this?" Sister You and the others didn't know about this, so they asked hurriedly.

Mo Qiong told them about his attempt to put seeds in the Niwan Palace, and everyone was overjoyed.

In reality, the containment and derivatives are often like cheats. Adaptive seeds can grow ordinary wheat at the bottom and special things like Danmu at the top. Now in the world of cultivation, parasitizing the Niwan Palace, they grow spiritual roots like natural treasures.

"You can't feed it like this for 400,000 people. See if it can be dissolved in water!" Sister You suggested.

Bo He also suggested this. He knew that exotic flowers and herbs can be used to make tea.

Mo Qiong tried it and it worked. He kneaded a few lotus petals into powder and soaked them in a large pot of water, and it immediately became a pot of spiritual soup.

Although the effect was diluted, it was enough to keep the refugees alive for a while. Mortals still had to rely on grains to survive.

Gou Ye made a pot of spiritual soup, which was poured out by Mo Qiong. For this, the bark of the spiritual trees in the Niwan Palace was stripped, and the leaves and branches were all picked.

Mo Qiong used his soul to lift the liquid and sprayed it out drop by drop, and each drop fell into different people's mouths.

For a while, the sky was full of flowers and rain, and Mo Qiong wandered over the crowd, constantly pouring spiritual liquid.

Whether they were still able to move or were unconscious and dying, the liquid was forcibly taken in from the mouth, with extreme accuracy. If the mouth was too tight, it would be fine if it was sprayed on the lips.

Although a person could not last long after eating a few grams of spiritual liquid, they could still wait until they could line up to drink porridge.

"Sister You! There is a large army approaching from the northwest!" Just when these 400,000 refugees could eat porridge alive, Jiang Long reported with his mental power.

Jiang Long had been on guard at the periphery, just in case the enemy came, and now they really came.

"How many people? Are there any immortal cultivators?" Sister You asked. She was not panicked. Even if they were not good at Taoism, their technological weapons were not to be underestimated. Unless there were some high-level cultivators who were bored enough to kill the refugees.

"There is an immortal cultivator, just one, I don't know his realm, but he wants to fight with me..." Jiang Long said.

Mo Qiong immediately said: "I'll go!"

Sister You asked: "Be careful! If you can't win, we will support you with high-energy plasma cannons!"

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p.s: Sorry. I had a low fever yesterday, and I was really impressed by some SCP cloud enthusiasts. This is not plagiarism, let alone infringement. Okay, I am really tired of people reporting me every day. The administrator of site19 talked to me and said that he was helpless about this situation. There is no way. I can understand it. Thank you for the real SCP boss who can understand me. Now the introduction of this book has added a sentence, the names of the containment objects and D-class personnel and the inspiration are from SCP. Is this okay? I can't do anything about it again.