Release the Douyin fairyland version, the Holy Land Patriarch broke the defense

"Yes, yes, that's it. Their sect leader, Venerable Qingmu, has met me before. I still remember that he could create a huge jungle with a wave of his hand, and also create a large number of wood spirit puppets."

"It would be great if we could find this old guy."

"Um... I'm afraid your wish will be unfulfilled, Master."

"Oh? What happened? Did this old guy ascend to heaven?" Lin Ye asked in confusion.

"That's not the case. You beat him to death two hundred years ago. Have you forgotten? At that time, eight Mahayana masters from the Righteous Sect besieged you, and you killed three of them on the spot, including the Aoki Master from the Aoki Sect."

"Is that so? I did forget about that. I've killed so many righteous masters." Lin Ye said with embarrassment. "That's a shame. But even though he's dead, the others in the Qingmu Sect should also know this spell."

"Of course they would, but the day after you beat him to death, the Blood Blade Sect brought people to slaughter everyone in the sect, even the cooks in their kitchen were not spared."

"Ah... Is the Blood Blade Sect so evil?"

"You gave the order yourself. The previous Demon Lord chose you because of your ruthlessness. I never expected that you are still as ruthless as you were back then."

"Ahahaha... I have a bad memory, I've killed too many people..." Lin Ye held his forehead and smiled bitterly.

"Indeed, Master, you have killed at least eighteen powerful Mahayana masters of the righteous path, if not twenty. How could you remember such a small figure?"

"However, although Venerable Qingmu is dead, the Qingmu Samsara Sutra can still be used."

When Venerable Linggu said this, Lin Ye was stunned and immediately thought of something.

"That's right, I used the corpses of the three great masters of the righteous path to refine corpses."

As soon as he finished speaking, a pitch-black coffin appeared behind Venerable Linggu.

crunch...

As the coffin lid opened, a tall man wearing a green robe and with skin as white as gold and iron walked out of the coffin.

As soon as the man appeared, Lin Ye felt a surge of vitality from him, which was the aura of Qingmu Samsara Sutra.

Needless to say, this Mahayana zombie was none other than the Aoki Sect's leader, Venerable Aoki, who had died at his hands.

Under the control of Venerable Linggu, Venerable Qingmu strode into the field.

The moment he raised his hands, the Qingmu Samsara Technique was instantly activated.

A huge amount of wood spirit power then covered the entire White Bone Abyss.

Influenced by the power of these wood spirits, the tobacco seeds that had just been planted quickly took root and sprouted.

In less than a minute, the seed grew into a mature plant more than half a person's height.

Perhaps because the soil fertility in Baiguyuan is stronger, the quality of these tobacco plants is obviously better than the previous generation.

This scene instantly made Lin Ye in a good mood.

"Good! Great!"

"With this batch of tobacco, Guling brand cigarettes can be officially mass-produced. By then, I will make sure all the cultivators in Tianyuan Continent smoke cigarettes produced by my Demon Sect!"

"Everyone, start harvesting. Remember to separate the tender leaves on the top and the older leaves on the bottom. The prices for these two are different."

Following Lin Ye's order, all the zombies and puppets walked into the fields with sickles and began to harvest the grown tobacco.

He himself flew towards Fenyan Valley. He already had tobacco leaves, and the equipment for producing cigarettes also had to keep up.

He had already made up his mind to build a factory right here in the Bone Abyss so that every undead could have a class.

"By the way, the brewery will be built here too."

"A glass of beer, a cigarette, and a game, this life is much more interesting than being a god."

Ten minutes later, Lin Ye arrived at a place with an environment even worse than the White Bone Abyss.

Looking around, there are exposed metal mines and dumped slag everywhere, and even a pungent smell is floating in the air.