[Fengshen+Journey to the West] Cannon Fodder Farming

Hu Yu was cast by Duobao and sent directly to Father Fox, telling his daughter that he might be away for a long time while he was dying.

It is rare for Qinghu to have no image. He faced the wall and half-lyed on the couch with a wry smile: "Could it be possible to tell Yu'er directly that her father is valued by the Taoist ancestor, and because she has traveled through space, her soul is different from that of people in this world, and the roots of wisdom are deeply missing. In the end, she comprehended and cultivated to become a quasi-sage in a short period of time, so she asked her father to be a converter to transform the chaotic aura into the aura that the prehistoric people can use."

"This is simply nonsense. How can a person become a transformer, let alone what it will become. As long as the practitioner continues, the aura needed for cultivation will be endless. Dad, how come you come back after you go." Hu Yuqing quietly appeared outside Hu's father's hut, and when she heard such words, she shouted at Hu's father with a frightened and helpless expression on her face.

At this time, Qinghu didn't have to worry about what to say, and asked Hu Yu with concern: "Yu'er, why are you here? Who told you that I am here?" of?"

Hu Yu looked at Dad Fox who was still acting like a normal person, shook his head and said with an unbearable face: "Don't change the subject, tell me what's going on, and the soul that travels through space is different, don't forget There is also me, although I have only been able to bear the temper to practice until now, but who knows what will happen in the future, not to mention that I have read more novels on cultivating the truth, cultivating immortals and cultivating gods than you, and I remember so many methods of comprehension, I really want to As long as there is enough aura in cultivation, you can become a saint every minute. Anyway, this time the immortal calamity is coming to an end, so just wait for me for a few more years, and I will be a converter before the next catastrophe. But don’t forget, practice hard and live a new life. Just find my mother and give birth to me."

There are so many fallacies and heresies, and Hu Yu's righteous words, it seems that she really became a quasi-sage in minutes. Although Father Fox, a quasi-sage, also practiced inexplicably, now I think about it, there are people who are plotting, but after thinking about it I can leave a good one for my daughter.

Those who schemed against him had to make up for their daughter, not to mention that he was not really dead, his soul was scattered and turned into fly ash, but his return date was uncertain.

Thinking of what my daughter said, he is not the only one who travels through souls differently. Her daughter's current cultivation base is too shallow to use. After reading so many strange novels, she may not be able to find a shortcut to practice. If her daughter can also transform spiritual energy , he can't transform so much aura by himself, what will happen to his daughter?

As soon as Qinghu thought of this, he felt shuddering. How could he naively think that people today don't have the many thoughts of future generations, but they forget the most important thing, what is the nature of human beings at the beginning?This is the saint who reflected, created and educated the human race.

He is indeed different from the native species, but he has been in contact with people who have not practiced cultivation. When Daozu said that his soul is different, his soul went out of his body to see the appearance of the soul after the death of the human race. Except for the soul, he is like a human race that has been cultivated Same, more solid and has its own attributes, the rest is not different at all.

"Dad, Dad? Talk to me, don't pretend you can't hear me, I won't allow you to be a transformer." Seeing her struggling to speak, Hu Yu's dad lost his mind and said angrily.

"Ah, oh! I suddenly thought of something. Let's put aside the matter of being a converter for now. In fact, I have checked before. What is the difference between our souls? The souls of ordinary human races go to the land of reincarnation after death, I found no difference, but my cultivation has reached the quasi-sage, and the soul is more solidified, even if the soul is out of the body, I can cast spells."

Father Fox is being pointed out by his daughter now. If he can be the converter, will his daughter be a backup? I feel flustered and uncomfortable, but I think that although he is a quasi-sage, he can connect to the heavenly leader in the blink of an eye. Kill him, let alone Daozu Hongjun.

Now he doesn't even have the opportunity and qualifications to refute. He just doesn't want to worry about his daughter, so he wants to change the topic, but this time the change is not so blunt.

Hu Yu looked at Father Fox with a puzzled expression, so he pouted and said unhappily, "What's so hard to figure out, the human race is simply the aura raised in captivity, that's why they became the protagonists of the world."

"What! I can't. The human race is not as native as the prehistoric people. The body is weak. The only good thing is that it is easy to absorb spiritual energy. If you work hard and have decent talent, you can achieve success in cultivation. It's not like the extinct witches, who can't even change their forms. A demon who will go through doom." Father Fox has never read so many messy books, so of course he can't understand Hu Yu's theory, and I'm afraid he can't even imagine it.

It was rare for Papa Fox to get so angry, as if she had said something heinous, but then thinking about what she said before, if these were true, then the human race that raised spiritual energy in captivity would be the most pitiful.

I can't remember which book she read this argument from. Hu Yu was madly obsessed with ancient novels for a while, and she even read the novels that were published only two chapters before they were published.

She had complained about it before, after all, in the world at that time, even the gods were fabricated, who would have thought that this argument was true.

It’s okay if you don’t think about it, but the more you stop yourself from thinking about it, the more you can’t control yourself, Hu Yu couldn’t help but retort to Hu’s father who hadn’t calmed down yet: “Yes, why would a weak human race treat you like this? Cultivating and absorbing spiritual energy is so easy, even if there are many people who don't practice in the world, the blood and lives of the human race are still indispensable in the catastrophe. If it is really a catastrophe for the gods, it is good to only target those who practice, why should innocent people be involved? .”

Hu Yu talked a lot, and finally looked at Father Fox and said: "I won't talk about the previous fights, but this time, there were only a few short fights, not all blood flowed into rivers, but it was only for those gods who were robbed one or two times."

When Father Fox heard this, all he could think of was "impossible, no." He repeated these two sentences over and over again.

It's not that his brain is not big enough, he really can't believe it!

Looking up at the pitiful daughter who hadn't thought of anyone, Father Fox couldn't help pointing out: "It's not that I don't want to believe it, it's that I don't dare to believe it. If this is really the case, then that person, a human race like an ant, should what to do?"

Hu Yu felt cold when he heard it, and looked at Father Fox and thought of his quasi-sage cultivation base, and was valued by Taoist ancestors.

Qinghu looked at the words in her daughter's eyes, and said with a wry smile before she could open her mouth: "As a quasi-sage, I am so easy to cultivate, I am afraid it is also the work of a saint."

"I, I'm talking nonsense. It may be that the author's brain is too open. The human race is now the protagonist of the world. That high-ranking person can't even kill a saint at will, lest he disrupt the order of the world." Hu Yu said with an embarrassed smile.

Qinghu raised his eyebrows and snorted, "You are the one who says yes, and you are the one who says no."

"Dad, I just wanted to persuade you, and I didn't want you to be a converter." Hu Yu looked at Dad Fox and said with a teary voice.

I don't think so, but I don't think so, the more I think about it, the more terrifying I feel. The world without gods in the future is created by the only people left fighting.

And the Confucian looking for gods, isn't the purpose of killing them all?