After falling from the devil, the villain leader quit her job

"There are many talisman masters among you."

Song Xi stepped on the monk who had been beaten up by her, raised his eyes, and glanced at the monks in front of him indifferently.

She raised her finger to the gray sky covered by formations, "You can ask each other what it is."

"It's natural for you to hide here today. After all, we didn't expect you, the old, the weak, the sick, and the disabled, to be of any help to us when we saved you."

"But you have to know that there are no eggs under a nest."

Song Xi casually raised his foot, and kicked the monk under his feet into the face of a monk who looked a little displeased.

"You can't escape from Yong'an City. If we die, you will be hanged back as lambs to be slaughtered."

"Do you want to fight for your own survival, or take a short rest and go back to the previous death path." Song Xi's voice was not loud, but every sentence was knocking on the hearts of these monks.

"You choose."

Qin Ya doesn't know what's going on now, Song Xi said that all, and stopped talking nonsense to these people. She lifted her foot onto the flying boat, held the joystick in one hand, and rested the other hand on the edge of the flying boat, looking down at the commotional crowd below, "Cultivators who want to follow me, consciously get on the flying boat."

"I'm only waiting five seconds."

The monks below were silent for a while, and an uncle-like monk holding a wolf pen in his hand quickly stood up. He took three steps in parallel and stepped onto the flying boat without hesitation.

Facing the inexplicable look in Song Xi's eyes, he smiled slightly, and said to him, "I've never seen a flying boat before, and I want to sit on it before I die."

Song Xi didn't speak, but silently clenched the joystick.

Someone started, and most of the monks below chose to follow Song Xi.

One monk after another stepped onto the flying boat, and the small flying boat suddenly seemed bustling and crowded.

"You are right, there are no eggs under a nest."

The female monk, whose clothes were still stained with blood, took a step forward and took the joystick from Song Xi's hand with a smile.

"Little girl, thank you for your help today, but we old guys are not dead yet, and it's not your turn to die in the world of immortality."

"Silver Clothes' cultivation is much higher than ours."

"If you want to win, you can only fight a war of attrition."

There were tears in her eyes, and when she laughed, crow's feet had spread out from the corners of her eyes, "Leave it to us, let us be your vanguard."

Song Xi: "..."

Still quite touched.

If after these people spoke boldly, the uncle cultivator hadn't stretched out his hand to lift her under the armpit, moved her whole body under the flying boat, and prevented her from getting on the flying boat.

She was even more touched.

There were two flying boats in total, and the monks were divided into two teams under the command of the female monk.

One team is young, and the other team is a little older.

Standing on the flying boat, none of the older monks complained. They hugged each other, whether they were familiar or unfamiliar, there was no grudge.

Obviously, they are all ready to sacrifice.

On the flying boat full of young monks, someone cursed, and the irritable swordsman Yujian was about to fly to the flying boat of the older monks.

"You should retire when you are old?!"

The young Jianxiu has a knife mouth and a tofu heart, and he never stopped cursing, "Who can't fight first?!"

Song Xi didn't speak, and silently looked at everything in front of him.

What a contradiction.

People are selfish, but they are always extremely great in difficult situations.

Those people who were greedy for life and afraid of death who were unwilling to stand out just now are actively choosing to leave the chance of survival to others.

It's really incomprehensible.

Song Xi looked up at the faces of the monks on the flying boat.

But it seems to understand something.

In this world of cultivating immortals, the living environment of human beings is not considered superior, even harsh.

Such as spirit beasts that once preyed on humans, they are born with strong physiques, and they are born with innate skills, such as the spiritual attack of the black starling, such as Erha's top-level destructive power.

Or the monster clan who once enslaved human beings heard that their ancestors were born in chaos, so every born monster clan is a natural practitioner.

It is not an exaggeration to describe the cultivation base as a thousand miles a day.

As for human beings, there are not only mortals, but even mortals far outnumber monks.

In the world of cultivating immortals where spiritual energy is getting thinner and racial struggles are becoming more and more serious, human beings gradually occupy a dominant position and become the rulers of the world of cultivating immortals.

Song Xi slightly opened his eyes wide as he watched the uncle and monk who had just said that he had never been on a flying boat deftly control the flying boat to take off.

Is it mutual help and sacrifice?

This is the answer to whether human beings can survive in the harsh world of cultivating immortals?

The older female monk stood beside the flying boat and rubbed Song Xi's head with her hands, "You are young, don't be so mature."

"Did you misunderstand something?"

Song Xi, who was rubbed and fried, pursed his lips expressionlessly, and took out the little flying chair, "I didn't tell you to die."

Song Xi skillfully tied Ye Wangyou, An Yuzhi, Ding Yilan, and Shen Xiaobai who were closest to her under the flying chair.

Just as they were about to set off, a discordant voice came out.

"Tsk."

"How can someone be a whore and still set up a memorial archway?"

The monk who had just been beaten up by Song Xi sat with a bruised nose and a swollen face among those monks who were unwilling to stand up from the beginning to the end, and his eyebrows and eyes were full of malice.

"Prudently persuade these idiots to die for you, and then you will take credit for it." The monk snorted, "The abacus beads are flying on my face!"

"What else did you say that saving us is not for us to help?"

"What a joke!"

"I know you're straight, but you can't pull it with your mouth, right?" Kou Junwu couldn't hold back the usual elegant smile on his face, "Why is your mouth so stinky?!"

He glanced at Song Xi's little flying chair which had no place to tie him up, turned around and was about to climb onto the flying boat with all his hands and feet.

Unexpectedly, the cultivator on the flying boat directly pressed his head down.

The monk who pressed him was fierce: "If you don't go and rest, what are you doing here?"

The flying boat was fully occupied, and none of these monks who were willing to go for silver coats was a coward, so they naturally didn't want to let their savior get involved in danger again.

Kou Junwu who was almost staggered: "???"

He and Shu Ziran, who was also pushed down, looked at each other.

Confused on both faces.

Kou Junwu always felt that the flying boat in front of him looked familiar, so he took a step back and took a closer look.

Wait--

This fucking looks like his flying boat, huh? !