On the mountain top, He Xiang looked at Nan Sheng Town which had already been reduced to rubble and stood there for a moment before bursting into loud wails.

  ***

  He shot a somewhat chilling glance at the female cultivator not far away, who seemed to have returned to her previous motionless state. After yesterday's battle, the female cultivator seemed to him, from any angle, to have added many more ominous and frightening overtones than before.

  This made him feel somewhat guilty.

  Cherish life, stay away from female cultivators, especially those who practice evil arts.

  He studied with Pu Yao for half a day yesterday, but still couldn't figure out the clue. What needed to be done was still being done. After resting for a night, he began to continue building the symbol war tower.

  However, after this battle, the captives in the camp immediately became honest to a fault. But the problem that followed was that no one dared to approach within three feet of Zuo Mo.

  Zuo Mo originally had a question to ask Yuan Jiang, but just as he took two steps closer, he saw Yuan Jiang's face turn pale and his legs trembling. Zuo Mo suddenly remembered that there was an enemy who was scared to death by Hongjun, and his feet stumbled at once. Yuan Jiang was a rare talent, if he was scared to death, it would be a great loss. He had no choice but to stop in his tracks.

  Thinking of the lingering evil spirit of the fierce girl, didn't I become a plague god that neither humans nor gods dare to approach?

  Zuo Mo's mood suddenly turned sour, and he waved his hand to let Yuan Jiang leave. Seeing Yuan Jiang run away like a pardoned prisoner, faster than a rabbit, his mood became even worse. However, when he thought of Pu Yao's gloomy expression as calm as water, and her undisguised anger, his mood suddenly improved a lot.

  As expected, happiness is always built on someone else's suffering. Zuo Mo smiled to himself and began building the city again.

  As seen on the left, Pu Yao's mood was terrible. The appearance of the female cultivator made him feel quite defeated. He didn't know her origin, didn't know her skills, didn't know what her actual strength was, didn't know... anything at all.

  But he had no way to do so, if his strength had not been damaged, he could have crushed the opponent directly. However, now that his divine soul was severely injured, he had to be careful and could only rely on Zuo Mo. Zuo Mo was where he hid his soul, and together with him, they were under the threat of the female cultivator, how could this make Pu Yao feel at ease?

  Moreover, he couldn't see through the female cultivator, which made his inner unease surge. Once something went wrong, he was completely powerless. His strength had dropped to an all-time low, and the female cultivator's power was not only ridiculously strong but also extremely sinister.

  "It seems we have to cooperate temporarily." The peony demon faced the tombstone, gritting his teeth and said: "This woman is too dangerous!"

  The tombstone was silent.

  Pao You sneered coldly: "Don't you fear that he'll cause trouble? Besides him, do you have any other choice?"

  The tombstone suddenly became smooth as a mirror, and a figure was vaguely visible.

  The Pao body smiled.

  ***

  With the first symbol war tower, Zuo Mo's building speed suddenly increased. This was due to him gradually getting used to the new changes in his body. Zuo Mo gave a name to that move he had accidentally made that day, calling it "Descending from the Heavens". Unintentionally using "Descending from the Heavens" allowed him to realize many of the wonders of his new body.

  Especially his divine consciousness, which had not made much progress, seemed to be stuck at a certain level. That day, the sky was unintentionally stirred by the flames in the turbulent flow, and he suddenly realized something in his heart, and the place where his heart was blocked was suddenly broken through.

  His divine consciousness advanced, bringing a huge impact, which also caused his construction of the pagoda to accelerate sharply.

  The most difficult part of the Fu War Pagoda was carving the Fu array, and after his spiritual consciousness became stronger, carving the Fu array became more handy. Coupled with the fact that he already had a building in front of him, his construction speed was astonishing. Yuan Jiang, who was watching from afar, felt more and more that Boss was a monster.

  One male and one female monster.

  The supply of materials suddenly increased, and Ji Wei and Sun Bao were instantly busy with dizzy eyes.

  Zuo Mo was building at a crazy speed, averaging one war pagoda every two days. War pagodas rose from the ground one after another, almost all of the empty space being used by Zuo Mo to build war pagodas.

  Zuo Mo had a strong feeling that his body's potential was being slowly unleashed.

  All kinds of physical activities will drain every last bit of his strength; manipulating fire talismans will exhaust his spiritual energy to the point where not a single drop remains; engraving symbol arrays, his divine consciousness will be consumed until nothing is left.

  He suddenly had some expectations, when this city was completed, what would he become?

  The expectation and longing in the eyes of the camp's defenders grew stronger day by day, such a strong city, with so many official dense symbol war towers, in their view, no one can destroy.

  Just as Zuo Mo was enjoying himself building his new home, Ma Fan and the others arrived at the campsite in a massive transport ship.

  Looking at the dense crowd of captured cultivators, Zuo Mo was completely at a loss for words. Gong Sun had already sent over a thousand captives, which had given him a severe headache, and he had only just managed to settle them in. Ma Fan and the others had brought another thousand or so cultivators, all of whom were still in the Qi Refining stage...

  Zuo Mo stepped out of his anger and pointed at the repair slave in front of him, expressionless: "What do I want them to do?"

  Ma Fanshan and his group, each with a careful expression, also felt that this time's gain was somewhat exaggerated. Xie Shan had a smile on his face: "Xiu Nu can be used for mining!"

  "Digging? I don't think they're doing well." Zuo Mo said with a dark face. Xiao Tu and Zuo Mo were on the same wavelength, hearing Zuo Mo praise him, he let out a happy whoosh, appearing from who-knows-where. He proudly twisted his somewhat chubby body, but when he saw Zuo Mo's black face that looked like the bottom of a pot, his body stiffened, and with another whoosh, he quickly escaped.

  Numerous facts tell it that when Godfather is in a bad mood, appearing in front of him will not have any good fruit to eat.

  Ma Fan accompanied him with a smile and said, "Boss, you don't know, the outer hall is so poor that only these slaves are left. We can't do anything about it, and returning empty-handed doesn't quite conform to your usual teachings to us."

  "Ah ah!" Lei Peng hastily agreed, nodding frantically.

  Zuo Mo smiled coldly: "Not bad, not bad! You guys remember what I said quite clearly."

  "It must be!" Lei Peng's chest, covered in thick hair, thudded loudly. Xie Shan and Ma Fan exchanged a glance, shut their mouths obediently, and cast a sympathetic look at Lei Peng.

  "Then you come and support them." Zuo Mo glanced at Lei Peng: "You forgot what I said in another sentence. Unprofitable business can't be done. Hmm, I will deduct it from your reward."

  Lei Peng let out a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering wail and threw himself at Zuo Mo's legs: "Boss! I was wrong! I really was wrong!"

  Zuo Mo's anger suddenly flared up, and with one kick, he sent Lei Peng flying twenty zhang away. He cursed loudly, "You know you're wrong! Do you know how many crystal stones you need to spend in a day? Five! Seven hundred people, that's three thousand five hundred third-grade crystal stones in a day! Do you think I'm made of money? I'm so poor now I can barely afford to eat!"

  Everyone was frightened by Lemo's anger. Thinking about it, they all cultivate every day and consume a large amount of crystal stones, which are all provided by the boss. Before, they didn't think about it, but now that the boss has calculated it, they were suddenly shocked. Many people felt guilty, as long as the crystal stones used for cultivation, the boss had always supplied them generously, never in short supply.

  "Ah ha! Now you're all coming back for repairs, are you trying to bankrupt me?! Left Mou Yu's anger hadn't dissipated yet, nothing made him angrier than bankruptcy!"

  "Boss, we'll go get the Crystal for you!" Lei Peng rushed over, rolling and crawling to show his determination.

  "Right, boss, can't let you lose money!"

  "Take them all away!"

  A group of people suddenly shouted loudly, with a fierce and menacing appearance, scaring over a thousand slaves' faces pale.

  "What about these slave cultivators then? Are they going to be sold?" Ma Fan asked cautiously.

  "Who are you selling to?" Zuo Mo's anger did not dissipate much, and he coldly snorted: "Isn't that just telling others that Nan Sheng Town is your doing?"

  Everyone looked at each other in dismay, and suddenly felt embarrassed.

  "Could it be murder?" Xie Shan hesitated for a moment before asking, and many people around him looked uncomfortable.

  As soon as this was said, the slave closest to him turned pale and knelt down with a thud, frantically kowtowing and begging in a tearful voice: "Master! We will work hard! We are willing to do any job! Master, we just ask for one meal...”

  "Get up! Get up!" Zuo Mo's head was throbbing with pain, he had never seen such a commotion before.

  Those slaves didn't dare get up, they all knelt down and kowtowed desperately: "Master..."

  Infuriated, Zuo Mo suddenly burst into a rage: "Shut up, all of you! Get up, every last one of you! Whoever dares to kneel again will be killed!"

  These words were indeed effective, and the room fell silent at once.

  Zuo Mo didn't say another word and turned around to leave.

  The remaining Ma Fan and others, you look at me I look at you, each with a bitter face. Those who proposed bringing Xiu Nu back were now filled with regret, but no one was in the mood to speak at this time.

  Zuo Mo gloomily found a watchtower, plopped himself down, and lay back. Although he now had many people under him, in essence, he was still just a young man who hadn't seen much of the world.

  The Wu Kong Jian Men also have cultivators who are slaves, and they feel some sympathy for these slave cultivators. They are all a group of pitiful people.

  But life is not easy, and his sympathy will not spread to the unfamiliar and unrelated slaves. This group of slaves is indeed a big burden, but letting him slaughter them is something he absolutely cannot do.

  In his daily life, he was used to dealing with these things with a detached attitude, who would have thought that one day such a thing would happen to himself?

  The Xiao Shan border is fraught with danger, their goal is to leave quickly, who has the time and energy to take care of a group of useless repair slaves? What Zuo Mo needs now are powerful repairers, not repair slaves without any fighting power.

  These slaves also need to consume Linggu or Jingshi, although the amount is not much, but there are many people, that is also a considerable number. The originally heavy burden will become even heavier.

  How could I have gotten myself into this kind of deadly situation?

  Zuo Mo lay listlessly on his back, staring blankly at the intricate patterns on the ceiling.

  Suddenly, Pu Yao's voice suddenly sounded in his mind: "I have a way."