The reborn princess of the gods is picturesque

Chapter 529 Turing Clan

After the cage was broken, Bai Qinghua was taken into the Tongtian Dao Tower because her spiritual power was exhausted, and she fell into the turbulence of space. Because of the protection of the Tongtian Dao Tower, Bai Qinghua was not affected at all. After she entered the space, the Fire Phoenix, who had been waiting anxiously in the space, immediately flew over. Seeing that Bai Qinghua had just exhausted her spiritual power, she felt relieved. She quickly took out the various pills that Bai Qinghua had left for her from her storage space, found the pill that replenished spiritual power and fed it into Bai Qinghua's mouth.

When Bai Qinghua decided to break the cage with the other three, she was afraid of some accidents, so she cancelled the contracts with all her contracted beasts, including Fire Phoenix. But even after the contract was cancelled, Fire Phoenix was unwilling to leave Bai Qinghua. She and Bai Qinghua had experienced two lifetimes, and their feelings were deep. She refused to leave no matter what, because she had once achieved Nirvana and her cultivation was only at the Spirit Transformation Realm. She cried and said that if she left Bai Qinghua, she might be taken back by some bad guys and forced into contractual slavery. Bai Qinghua had no choice but to keep her. He was afraid that she would get hurt during the Creation of the World, so he put her in the Tongtian Dao Tower in advance.

The Tower of Tongtian is not afraid of space turbulence, but it is originally a place with poor direction, and it had lost its way long ago in the process of crossing the space turbulence. When Bai Qinghua was recovering her spiritual power in the Tower of Tongtian, the Tower of Tongtian took her through countless space barriers and across long distances at an incredible speed. When Bai Qinghua walked out of the tower, a completely unfamiliar new world appeared in front of her.

The Black Soil Realm is a medium-sized world ruled by the only alchemy saint in the universe, King Jijun. It is called a medium-sized world because the spiritual energy here is rich enough to meet the standard of a medium-sized world. In fact, the Black Soil Realm is very small. If compared with the Desolate Realm, it is probably only one-tenth the size of the Desolate Realm. Such a small world has precious spiritual soil that is not found in other large worlds, and a group of creatures exclusive to this land - the Turing people.

The Turing people have flexible and slender arms, but short stature. They were born and raised here, and are born to recognize spiritual soil. They know what kind of spiritual medicine to plant on what kind of land. No matter whether they are spiritual plants or spiritual medicines they plant, they can grow better, and the medicinal properties are even more refined than those of spiritual medicines naturally bred in the outside world. Such talents allow them to live a very rich life, but no creature in this world is perfect. The Turing people with such special abilities are born unable to practice. Their bodies are naturally without the eight extraordinary meridians, and they cannot open up the qi sea dantian to accommodate spiritual energy. Except for running faster, they have almost no other means of self-protection. Such Turing people have almost no ability to fight back when they encounter external cultivators.

So when a cultivator accidentally breaks into the Black Soil Realm and discovers the secrets here and the Turing people living here, it is very obvious what will happen.

The Black Soil Realm, which was once like a paradise, became the back garden for those monks to cultivate spiritual plants and medicines, and the self-sufficient Turing people living here were completely reduced to slaves. They worked hard every day but could no longer have enough food and clothing, and if they were not careful, they would become the targets of the monks' arbitrary slaughter. They resisted, but what they got in return was an even worse situation, until one day the God King Jijun came here, he easily killed those monks, and since then the Black Soil Realm became the spiritual medicine garden of the God King Jijun.

The God King Jijun did not care about the Turing people. He only needed them to hand over spiritual medicine once every hundred years. As long as the quantity and quality of the spiritual medicine satisfied the God King, he would not make things difficult for the Turing people. The lives of the Turing people finally got a respite. They regarded the God King Jijun, who saved them from the dire situation, as a god, and were grateful to him. They worked even harder to tend the spiritual medicine. A thousand years passed in a flash, and just when the Turing people thought that they could live a comfortable life under the protection of the God King Jijun, the resources of the outside world became increasingly scarce due to the unrestrained plundering of the monks. The Black Soil Realm, which was not valued by the God King Jijun before, became extremely precious at this time. The importance of a spiritual medicine garden that can continuously produce spiritual medicine to an alchemist is self-evident.

So the Turing people's offer of spiritual medicine once every hundred years became eighty years, and later it became fifty years, and now it has become once every thirty years. However, the growth of spiritual medicine requires a period, and even if the Turing people have tried every way to promote the growth of spiritual plants, it is of no avail. Some ordinary spiritual medicines are fine, but some precious spiritual medicines have very strict requirements on the environment and cannot be planted on a large scale. They need to grow for a certain number of years before they can be used as medicine. The frequent demands of God King Jijun made it impossible for the Turing people to hand over satisfactory spiritual medicine every time, which caused dissatisfaction among God King Jijun. The God King was dissatisfied, and the God's messenger responsible for collecting the spiritual medicine was naturally even more unhappy. The Turing people's life became difficult again.

Seeing that it was time to hand in the elixir again, several respected elders of the Turing tribe sat together.

"The envoy of God is about to arrive, but this time we only have ordinary elixirs. What should we do?"

An old man with a weathered face spoke in a hoarse voice, breaking the silence in the room.

"Yes, the last time the envoy was already very unhappy, all those tribesmen who went to hand in the spiritual medicine were..."

Thinking of the miserable situation of the tribesmen who went to hand in the precious elixirs because the envoy of God failed to satisfy them, the old man couldn't help but burst into tears. Those children were all brutally slaughtered by the envoy of God in front of the tribesmen. That scene still makes people shudder when thinking about it.

"Why don't we send all the children away? It doesn't matter what happens to us dying people, but we have to keep the incense for the Turing tribe."

An old man suddenly spoke excitedly.

They once thought that the Divine King Jijun was their savior, but now it seems that there is no savior at all. He is just a jackal that has not yet bared its fangs. The lives of people like them have never been worth mentioning in the eyes of those monks.

As soon as the old man finished speaking, the eyes of the other old men in the room lit up and they all quickly agreed.

An old man with white hair and beard who had been sitting in the middle without saying a word looked at the hope that suddenly ignited in the eyes of the old guys, and the sadness in his eyes became even more intense. He raised his hand, and the people in the room immediately fell silent and all looked at him.

"It's useless. Thousands of years ago, the gods set up a barrier in the Black Earth Realm. Outsiders can't get in, and we can't get out either."

"what!"

"This……"

"God wants to destroy my Turing tribe!"