I may be a fake fairy

After learning about the population of the Xiongren tribe, even Ouyang Tian had to sigh that he and the Xiongren tribe are really able to have children. The population of the Xiongren tribe is a full one billion, and Xiong Batian alone has more than [-] million descendants. million!

This is still under the premise that the child mortality rate is as high as [-]%. If it is outside, the population of the bear people may be more than ten times or even dozens of times!

This is really livelier than pigs!

Qingfeng, Mingyue, and Lixiao listened to Xiong Batian's introduction of the Xiongren tribe. They were so shocked that they forgot to swallow the pancakes in their mouths. These three felt sour. They were all imprisoned in Heijue Prison. Batian lived such a prosperous life, with his sons, daughters, wives and concubines in groups, how about them, living a precarious life?

The bear people have a large population, and the daily food consumption is an astronomical figure. It is impossible to maintain such a large group only by plundering. The only way to solve the food problem is to cultivate the land by yourself.

The Xiongren tribe has reclaimed tens of trillions of acres of fertile land in this black prison, and almost all the young and old in the tribe have devoted themselves to the great cause of farming. As for robbery, this kind of thing can only be a side income during the slack period.

It's just that even Xiong Batian didn't expect that it was this extra money that almost pulled the entire Xiongren tribe into the abyss.

Ouyang Tian also eats pancakes, but the pancakes he eats are not the same as those eaten by Qingfeng and the others. The pancakes eaten by Qingfeng and the others are mixed with a lot of bran, which is the daily ration of most people in the Xiongren tribe. , while the one in Ouyang Tian's hands was processed from refined flour, even Xiong Batian, the patriarch, couldn't eat it casually on weekdays.

Qingfeng's pancakes are very hard, hard enough to smash your teeth, you can only bite off a small piece each time, moisten it with saliva before chewing it, and then swallow it into your stomach.

The pancake in Ouyang Tian's hand is very soft and exudes a charming fragrance. It is an incomparable enjoyment to take a bite.

You can't expect too much in this dark prison, every meal with such soft and delicious pancakes is already very good.

"That's right...it contains the spirit of the spirit, which can nourish the body and provide the energy needed for daily activities." Ouyang Tian nodded in satisfaction.

Xiong Batian, who was praised by Ouyang Tian, ​​immediately presented a porcelain vase as if offering a treasure.

"This is……"

The moment Xiong Batian uncorked the bottle, Ouyang Tian's eyes lit up!

Wine, it turned out to be wine!

How could there be alcohol in this black prison where even food is a luxury?

Ouyang Tian looked at Xiong Batian in surprise, is this Xiongren tribe so rich that they have so much food that they can make wine?

It's just that when Ouyang Tian took a closer look, his eyes widened immediately, the rich aroma of wine poured into his nostrils like overwhelming mountains, and the blood in his body seemed to boil instantly.

"Crack!" Ouyang Tian's body swelled violently, and the bulging muscles seemed to be about to explode.

Qingfeng turned pale with shock, he pointed at Xiong Batian: "You...you...you dare to murder the master?"

Xiong Batian gave Qingfeng a blank look: "Trash, get out of here!"

"You..." Qingfeng was about to scold him, but he immediately realized that he was no match for Xiong Batian at all. If Ouyang Tian was killed by this Xiong Batian, his greatest support would be gone. Killing it is like crushing an ant.

Ouyang Tian took a deep breath, he looked at this bottle of wine in disbelief, just smelling it could transform his body!

That's right, Ouyang Tian's physical body has just undergone a transformation, and his strength has at least doubled!

Ouyang Tian practiced "Chaos Body Casting Art". Before entering Heijue Prison, his "Chaos Body Casting Art" was at the early stage of Immortal King Realm, and it would take at least hundreds of years to enter the middle stage of Immortal King Realm. Penance.

In a place like Heijue Prison, which cannot absorb the energy of fairy spirits, Ouyang Tian thought that he would never be able to enter the middle stage of the Immortal King Realm in this life, but now, just smelling the wine, his physical body broke through the shackles and stepped on. Entered the middle stage of Immortal King Realm!

"What kind of wine is this?" Ouyang Tian took the bottle.

"Yangyan Holy Wine!"

Ouyang Tian frowned: "I've never heard of it."

"This wine is brewed from the sacred fruit of Yangyan. The sacred fruit of Yangyan is the fruit of the sacred tree of Yangyan. It blooms in 10 years, bears fruit in 10 years, and matures in 10 years. This wine is the secret recipe of my bear people. Drink it One bite can break through the shackles of the physical body." Xiong Batian said.

This wine is the top secret of the Xiongren Clan, this Xiong Batian can have such strength, this Yangyan Holy Wine is indispensable.

The reason why Xiong Batian offered this Yangyan holy wine was to make a good impression on Ouyangtian's heart!

"Yangyan Sacred Tree!" Ouyang Tian was thoughtful.

"This Yangyan sacred tree was originally a saint. After being thrown into the Heijue Prison, he recovered his body and was acquired by my father. On that day, my father was besieged by several saints. My father knew that he was invincible, so he let me take it with him. The tribe and the Yangyan Sacred Tree fled," Xiong Batian explained.

Rao is Ouyang Tian who is well-informed, but after hearing Xiong Batian's explanation, he still couldn't help exclaiming, good guy, this is raising a saint!

After corking the wine bottle, Ouyang Tian asked Xiong Batian to lead the way. He was very curious about what the tree in the Saint Realm looked like.

Xiong Batian brought Ouyang Tian to a cave, and the Yangyan Sacred Tree was in this cave.

Under the leadership of Xiong Batian, walking through the densely packed caves for about an hour, the temperature ahead suddenly rose.

Qingfeng, Mingyue, and Lixiao backed away slowly. They felt that if they moved forward one step further, they would be roasted.

Even Xiong Batian's forehead started to sweat, but Ouyangtian looked normal, as if the high temperature had no effect on him.

Xiong Batian also admired secretly, the human body was superior to him, every time he approached the Yangyan Sacred Tree, he would lose half his life.

"What a terrifying flame!" Ouyang Tian looked at the Yangyan Sacred Tree bathed in flames in the distance. For the Immortal King, he can't even stand up.

Ouyang Tian adjusted his breathing and took a step towards the heat wave!

"Boom!" One step to heaven, one step to hell, the temperature rose sharply, even Ouyang Tian felt the scorching heat, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans oozed from his forehead.

Xiong Batian took a deep breath, gritted his teeth and followed up. The bear fur on his body burned directly, and his body was scorched black in the blink of an eye, but he persisted and followed behind Ouyangtian step by step. walking.

Finally, after walking a hundred steps, Ouyang Tian touched the flames around the Yangyan Sacred Tree, and the temperature would be even more terrifying if he went forward, and he would be burned by the flames, and he might be turned into fly ash if he was not careful.

It's just that the three bright red sun-flame fruits on the top of the sun-flame tree are so attractive, and there is a small black pot under the sun-flame tree, and a slender branch is submerged in the black pot. In a small jar.

The little black jar looks so ordinary, but it is because he is so ordinary that it is strange that even quasi-sages can be burned to fly ash under the Sun Flame Sacred Tree, but this little black jar can be completely intact. Lossless!

"What's that little pot?" Ouyang Tian asked.

As soon as he opened his mouth, heat waves poured into his internal organs, and the scorching temperature seemed to roast his internal organs in an instant.

Ouyang Tian almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, the ghost knows that the price of speaking here will be so high.

Xiong Batian looked at Ouyangtian with admiration. As expected of the master, he dared to speak in such a ghostly place, unlike him, who didn't even dare to take a breath.

Looking back at Xiong Batian, Ouyangtian knew that his question was in vain, drew out the black epee behind his back, and slashed at the layers of flames.

"Boom!" The layers of flames were split by a sword, and the sword suppressed the flames of the Yangyan Sacred Tree.

"Shua!" Ouyang Tian pulled out his belt, flicked it casually, the belt was wrapped around the small black jar, and with a light pull, he grabbed the mysterious little black jar in his hand.

"Boom!" The flame suppressed by the sword began to counterattack, seeing that the passage was about to close.

Ouyang Tian threw out his belt again, and a sacred fruit of Yang Yan was swept away by him.

"Whoosh!" Ouyang Tian grabbed Xiong Batian, took a step forward, and appeared hundreds of feet away in an instant.

"Let's go!" Out of the radiation range of the Yangyan Sacred Tree, Ouyang Tian yelled, his belt wrapped around Qingfeng and the three who were still in a daze, with a sword, the layers of caves were shattered, and Ouyang Tian rushed out up the cave.

"Huh!" The moment Ouyang Tian and his party left the cave, endless flames rushed out, turning a radius of a hundred miles into a sea of ​​flames in an instant.

Xiong Batian stared blankly at the sea of ​​flames, fortunately they ran fast, otherwise they would have died without a place to die if they were caught in the flames.

Ouyang Tian played with the small black pot in his hand: "I never thought that this small pot could suppress the flames of the Yangyan Sacred Tree!"

Xiong Batian looked dazed. He swore that he hadn't seen this small black jar when he picked the sacred fruit of Yangyan several times before.

Ouyang Tian looked at the small black jar, which was actually filled with golden liquid.

"Om!" A drop of golden liquid was poured out, and endless vitality rushed to the face, and the barren land was green and grassy in an instant!

"This... the power of life of the saint! This little black pot has extracted the vitality of the sacred tree of Yang Yan?" Ouyang Tian's eyes widened.

"No... this little jar is filled with endless fairy energy, and that golden liquid feeds back to the Yangyan Sacred Tree!" Ouyang Tian frowned, remembering that slender branch.

No wonder the Yangyan Sacred Tree went berserk right after I took the little black jar!

"This little jar... is a priceless treasure." Ouyang Tian was amazed. The most commendable thing was that this little jar didn't need any celestial power to move it.