Hong Huang: I'm An Iron-Eater, I Was Overheard By The Earth

Chapter 46: Digging for Three Hundred Feet

Hearing Donghua’s trembling words, Hou Tu glanced around, and his face was a little awkward.

Needless to say, this must be a good thing done by the sons and daughters of his tribe. Although Donghua has said that if there is anything that is eye-catching, just take it, but you can’t take it all except the land. , The beast walks and keeps the skin, and people who don’t know think that our Wu clan is Tushan Fox Demon!

“Come on, you guys come here and start digging!” At this time, a group of witch soldiers came to a position not very far from them, with shovel in their hands, and the leader instructed the other witches.

“Yes.” The witches responded one after another, and then began to dig the soil with a shovel.

Houtu: “…”

Donghua: “…”

The two were dumbfounded. A few seconds later, Dong Hua stiffly turned to Hou Tu and asked her: “Hou Tu Ancestral Witch, what are they…what are they doing?”

“Uh…” Houtu opened his mouth, but couldn’t speak immediately. The main reason was that she couldn’t tell what the sons of her tribe were doing. Could there be treasures hidden in the ground? impossible.

“Fellow daoist, I’ll go and ask.” Houtu said to Donghua, and then, his figure flashed and appeared in front of the group of wizard soldiers.

Seeing this, Donghua flashed purple light on his body and followed him.

“Meet Master Ancestor Witch!” The witches who were digging the soil saw Houtu suddenly appear, and they were startled. They knelt on one knee and saluted her.

As for Donghua, I’m sorry, I don’t know him.

“Get up all, what are you doing?” Hou Tu raised his hand to the witches in front of him and asked.

“Xie Zuwu. Go back to the ancestor witch, God-tier has the order that after we have moved all the spiritual plants on Penglai Xiandao, we must dig the ground three hundred feet here and transport the spiritual soil away. Build an orchard on the mountain, and use Penglai spiritual soil for the soil needed in it.” The leader of the Wu Clan team said respectfully to Houtu.

Houtu: “…”

Donghua: “…”

Hearing this answer, the two great immortals were silent. For a long time, Donghua clenched his fists, his lips trembled, and said to Hou Tu: “Houtu Ancestral Witch, that iron-eater of the nobleman, it really has… an appetite. It’s pretty big!”

“Cough cough~” Houtu clenched his fist and put it in front of his mouth, coughing gently.

“Ancestral Witch, what are we now…?” Seeing that the atmosphere seemed a bit wrong, the Witch clan leader looked at Donghua next to Hou Tu, and then whispered to Hou Tu.

“If you want to dig, just dig it. There is nothing left. Pang Dao now has a cool breeze and doesn’t care if there is less soil.” Donghua said, then turned and left.

“Fellow daoist.” Houtu turned around and raised an arm to Donghua.

“Houtu ancestral witch, don’t need to say anything. If it’s not the ancestral witch, it will take thousands of years to reshape the body. During this period, it will be difficult to guarantee that it will not be found by the monster race, and it will not be able to keep Penglai, so… It’s okay.” Donghua stopped for a while, his voice hoarse, and then continued to walk away.

Seeing Donghua’s departure, Houtu suddenly felt that he was very pitiful, not knowing why.

To be honest, he should have completely fallen into the small Star formation, but he is still alive and can continue to use Penglai Xiandao as his own dojo. He should be very lucky, but he still feels pitiful.

“Ancestral Witch?” Seeing that Hou Tu hadn’t answered own’s inquiry, the team leader asked her quietly again.

“Does Hou Yi and Xing Tian know about digging Penglai’s spiritual soil?” Hou Tu asked.

“I know, the two great witches agreed. They said that since the Eastern Prince is not willing to be an enemy of the monster clan, then we don’t have to be polite with him. After all… we have sacrificed a lot in the battle with Baize Lion brother.”

Hearing this, Houtu frowned and stood still in silence for a long time. Finally, the space where he was located fluctuated and disappeared from the same place, leaving only one sentence: “Then… dig.”

“Yes, Ancestral Witch.” The witches who stayed here bowed their heads in response, and then continued to dig.

…

At the same time, in the Lingquan Waterfall in Penglai.

“Huh, huh, huh~” A black-and-white iron-eater was floating on the surface of the water with a big belly, and fell asleep.

Regarding the question that after Hou Tu became Samsara, the peace that appeared was not Hou Tu, this question, Gumwan never came up with an exact answer, and finally he decided: I don’t want to, no matter what, life is always going to be passed, since it has changed. If you can’t live in the future, then live well in the present, and don’t let those distressing things affect your happiness in Life.

As for Houtu… there will always be a way, definitely!

“Hou Yi, you said, Brother Gungun, why does it sleep so soundly every time it sleeps, and I only sleep once every thousand years, if it’s, heh, I saw it a hundred times, and ninety-nine times I slept?” An At the side, Hou Yi and Xing Tian were roasting Ling Deer to eat. Xing Tian looked at the billowing floating on the water and said with a smile to Hou Yi.

Hearing this question, Hou Yi cut a piece of venison for himself, turned his head and glanced at Rolling, a smile flashed across his face, and said: “Brother Fugun can master the law of silence in Daluo Realm, and you can see its great road. No surprises, it’s a quiet road, and a little snooze is normal.”

“Eat and sleep, sleep and eat, just like this, you can still become a big Luo Jinxian. In a certain way, Brother Gungun is also extremely powerful.” Xing Tian sighed.

“Ha, come on! Let’s take a bath after eating.” Hou Yi shook his head, took the big bowl in his hand and said to Xing Tian.

“Okay!” Xing Tian responded, and then picked up the big bowl, and touched Hou Yi, and then the two of them drank the wine that had been collected hundreds of thousands of years by the Eastern Prince, which was caught with a fishing rod.

“Om~” Suddenly, the space fluctuated, and Houtu came here.

“Ancestral witch!” After drinking, seeing Hou Tu coming, Hou Yi and Xing Tian stood up at the same time and bowed their heads to her.

“Sit all,” Hou Tu whispered, and then took the lead to sit down. Seeing this, Hou Yi and Xing Tian also sat down again.

Looking at the billowing in front of him floating on the water, Hou Tu asked Hou Yi: “Is the billowing belly better?”

“Ancestral witch rest assured, the primordial spirit of the Eastern King is strong, but the physical body of Brother Gungun is not bad. Now he is all well.” Hou Yi replied.

“Yeah.” Houtu nodded, and then said with a hint of helplessness in his tone: “It’s a vengeful temper. It clearly has something wrong with it, but it always wants to teach the Eastern Prince, and he has a bad idea. Let you go…Oh!”

“Brother Gungun just said that he was having troubles at the time, and he was naturally angry in his heart. Now he is fine. With his lazy temperament, plus a lot of gains in Penglai this time, he will get rid of it in a few days. I’ve forgotten about this, I won’t really go to trouble Donghua.” Hou Yi said.

“Yeah. Don’t say this, Dao Ancestor said, Lich will not fight for a million years, Hou Yi, Xing Tian, ​​in these one million years, you must hurry up and train the soldiers. After a million years, the two clans will surely fight each other. World War I… will determine who is the protagonist of the prehistoric!” Hou Tu exhorted Hou Yi and Xing Tian.

“Yes, Ancestral Witch!” The two great witches bowed their heads at the same time and said solemnly.