All the Planes Knelt and Begged the Villainess to be Humane Chapter 1708: Clay Doll Cultivating Immortals (43)

Chapter 1708 Clay Doll Cultivating Immortals

Embarrassed, Liu Yuhuai said, "I do clean up occasionally, so I can help you with it."

"Actually, I was afraid that those who came to clean the Nixian Temple would get it on you with rags and brooms. Although they didn't have any malicious intentions, they used the dust removal formula on you for fear of affecting your cultivation."

Qianyan nodded lightly: "You haven't said, how are they talking about me."

"It's unlucky to say that you are a **** of plague. It's unlucky to ask ten times out of ten. But nothing good will happen to the supplicants who make you manifest." Liu Yuhuai smiled slightly, "Your temple is deserted and deserted, and it is the most special among the temple fairies. One."

"It's no wonder I'm the one who woke me up." Qianyan said with a serious face, "I just reminded them to exchange or not to exchange according to the procedure, but I didn't expect them to make the wrong choice every time. It's their bad luck. .Besides, they insisted on coming.”

Liu Yuhuai suppressed a smile, but nodded in agreement: "You are right."

"Continue to practice, or go out for a stroll?"

As soon as Qianyan's consciousness moved, he raised his left arm, shook it lightly, and pieces of soil immediately fell down, revealing that the palm was already flesh and blood, but it was a little small.

"Let's continue to practice."

I have just repaired an arm, so I have to hurry up. .

Liu Yuhuai was very surprised. Seeing that Qianyan had entered into samadhi again, she didn't dare to delay, and this time she floated directly to the main body.

After all, he is dependent on the main body over there, so he can practice faster.

Ever since a hole was hacked by a thunderbolt in the Nixian Temple, Qianyan stopped practicing by the Liu River.

Thirty years later, Qianyan opened her eyes and stood up from the futon. The mud body suddenly became many times larger, and finally it was frozen in the appearance of a human being at the age of sixteen or seventeen.

She gently floated down from the altar to the ground, walked slowly towards the outside of the Nixian Temple.

Every time she took a step, the mud clods on her body would drop countless pieces.

When she reached the gate of the Nixian Temple, the last piece of mud fell from her body. At this time, her appearance was similar to that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old human girl.

It's just that the aura of the body and the exquisite and impeccable face are beyond comparison for ordinary people.

She turned her head and waved at the mud clods on the ground of the Nixian Temple. The mud clods gathered quickly and quickly piled up into a clay doll, just like her before.

She put a trace of consciousness into the clay doll. Under her control, the clay doll jumped onto the altar again and sat cross-legged on the futon. It was the same as before, and there was no difference at all.

The Nixian Temple is more deserted than before, but someone remembers this place and will come here to clean it from time to time, and it is clean from the inside to the outside.

In the yard outside the Nixian Temple, there are also some yellowing fallen leaves.

As she was walking towards the Liu River, she happened to meet someone who had come to clean the Nixian Temple. The man was slightly taken aback when he saw her, he didn't think that she was the mud fairy in the mud fairy temple, he just nodded to her friendly and walked quickly to the mud fairy temple.

The people called her the God of Plague, but because of her strength, she still didn't dare to offend her, so she could only hide far away, and would not come here if she could.

As time passed, fewer and fewer people knew how powerful she was.

Those who know her strength give all kinds of advice to the juniors in the family, don't ask the Nixian for nothing.

Asking for the mud fairy, that is the plague **** who will do bad things if you ask for it.

To be honest, it is better to ask the county master than to ask the plague god.

In the past thirty years, Ke Xuduan has also been back, and he sighed when he learned about the situation here.

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