It’s just that the [Lower Districts] have thin spiritual power, and the aura of desolation is full, and it is also a great drain for Mu Yan to use the skills of the Kagura master all the time.

Of course, what even Chu Moli didn't know was that the environment in the Xiazhong district of the Jiuli tribe was actually very similar to [Yanwu Continent].

There is not much spiritual power here, not to mention immortal power, but sufficient profound power.

Just as Mu Yan probed with her spiritual sense, she felt like she had returned to her hometown, and she didn't feel uncomfortable at all.

She can use the Kagura master skills in Yanwu Continent, and she can naturally also here.

Mu Yan squinted slightly and looked at Chu Moli, "Are you sure you want to bring all nine in one breath? That is nine immortals, old zombies who have lived for ten thousand years, even if the three of us are added together, they are not opponents. Right?"

Chu Moli put his hands and ten fingers together to make a tower cage shape, and said casually: "Little Junior Sister, you said, catching turtles in the urn, do you care how many years the turtles are inside and how hard you struggled?"

Mu Yan's pupils shrank slightly.

I always felt that the smiling and non-smiling eyes of the third senior brother who were talking seemed to be condescending, with the indifference of ants.

Mu Yan thought for a while and said, "Okay, I promise you. But since I want to draw people over, playing the piano is not too boring."

The corners of her mouth also slowly curled up, and Qingcheng's stunning face showed a lazy and charming smile.

"Since I want to draw people over to catch turtles in the urn, then I always have to prepare some special gifts for them."

"You said, how did we turn all the people in the lower districts?"

Chu Moli was startled, and then couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I almost forgot. You are a loyal fan of the theory circle, and you are a professional young girl!"

"Okay, then trouble the little junior sister to prepare a grand welcome ceremony for Jiuli's envoy."

Li Weiran looked at the two people who had determined the future of the Jiuli tribe with a few words, his eyes narrowed slightly.

Five other people flashed in his mind.

Xiaoyaomen.

I still remember that when I first met on the floating island, these people were still indescribably weak and immature.

Even Luo Yunxiao, he never paid attention to it.

This has only been a few years, no matter the mind or the strength, it has actually become so strong.

Moreover, it is not only Mu Yan and Chu Moli these two evil evildoers who are powerful, but everyone in Xiaoyaomen.

Is this... coincidence or inevitable?

After this plot, Mu Yan launched a coup in [Xiazhong District].

Because of the appearance of the victimized girls, coupled with the halo of the [Sun Goddess], and the immediate effect of activating the human spiritual roots in a short time.

The [Rebel Army] grew larger and larger, and swept the entire [Xiazhong District] within a short period of time.

For those diehard fans of [Jiu Li God], Mu Yan didn't have time to influence at this time, but put them in a unified detention.

So a "coup" was completed in just half a month.

This also made Jiu Li's ambassador no longer able to sit still, and he stepped into Weng Zhong as Chu Moli expected.

...

With the painting that Chu Moli threw out, it burned in the air without fire.

Everything in front of Mu Yan was gradually divided into two areas.

Half of it is the land they and the [Rebel Army] set foot on.

Today was the crooked moon, and most of the starry sky was covered by dark clouds.

But when the picture scroll burned, a huge and bright full moon appeared on their heads.

The stars were shining, and a layer of silver light was sprinkled on the earth of the night.

But the situation of the people coming from the Jiuli Temple is completely opposite to them.