The eyes that had been closed for some time slowly opened. Not only did the disadvantages of losing the fundamental strength in the body not appear, but the ghost country's feedback made her look better.
The initial source of ghost soil.
Ghost country.
Complex emotions emerged in the ghost mother's heart, and then she glanced at the clay statue in front of her with great gratitude. Before meeting the master, he would always give birth to ghosts in the morning based on his instinct, and then devour them at night.
All living beings in the ancient world said that they were cruel.
But who knows the pain inside.
For a child destined not to live long, rather than letting it live in pain, it is better to let it return to its mother's body. Death seems cruel, but who knows that living is far more difficult than death.
It wasn't until I met the Master and under his guidance that I restrained the urge to reproduce deep in my heart.
But when I saw what this ordinary senior immortal had given me, I suddenly found my own way. This is a habitat that is extremely suitable for children to breed. All their growth will be integrated together, thus achieving a feedback effect.
The more ghosts there are.
The area of the ghost country is larger.
The stronger the ghost country becomes.
Your own strength will also increase accordingly.
In particular, I also learned an extremely unique way of practice. If I could perfect this way of practice and form a complete system, I would enter a whole new realm.
Possessing power that was previously unimaginable.
And all of this was given by ordinary senior immortals.
There is an impulse in my heart: stay.
Even if it is just to maintain order and clean the temple, I am willing to do so.
But I think of Master.
There was a complicated look in his eyes. After thinking for a long time, he picked up a stick of incense again and inserted it into the incense burner respectfully: "Senior Immortal, I will never be able to repay such great kindness to you forever." , If you are called upon, I will not hesitate even if you turn into ashes."
As the green smoke slowly rises.
The ghost mother turned around.
A huge phantom of the kingdom appeared behind him, and countless ghosts roared, then disappeared.
After stepping out of this temple, looking at the bustling crowd, I realized what I was doing. Just now I was the only one in the temple, so the temple these people entered was completely different from the temple I was in.
The secret of the human race.
The reason why the remnants of the Wu clan changed.
Master must be informed as soon as possible.
Since Ordinary Immortal set up his dojo here and it is in the form of a temple, it means that he hopes to collect incense.
Although I don’t know what these incense are used for.
Why does such a powerful being still care so much? But since it is done, there must be a reason and deep meaning.
Own.
Naturally, we have to contribute.
Convince the master and brothers to come and offer incense.
After the ghost mother thought about this clearly, she took steps and walked down the mountain. I tried to remember the route, but there was always a force that diluted it, and soon the direction became blurry and unclear.
Opportunity, opportunity...
How can it be so easy to get.
But looking at the crowd like a tide, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up. It is undeniable that this force that makes people forget is very powerful, but the human race is stronger.
They talk person to person.
Forcibly walking on a straight path.
It is better to memorize people than to memorize roads. If you follow the crowd, you can find ordinary immortals and gain unimaginable opportunities.
Then I thought about it, isn’t this the great road in the world? Many truths that go straight to the essence are actually around us all the time, but they are too common and too casual, making people take them for granted, so they do something completely different.
…
in a special space.
The growth of the original ghost world has not stopped, but it seems a bit slow because there is no simultaneous benefit from the ghost mother. However, these Jiang Xiaoyu are not in a hurry. They may be cannon fodder and scumbag when they go out, but they are invincible here.
I have been waiting for thousands of years.
Don't care about waiting for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and longer.
Looking around, this space is connected to the remnants of the Witch Clan, and now there is another original ghost country. In what direction does it want to develop, and what will it eventually evolve into? Unknowingly, there was a look of expectation.
People who practice Taoism rarely make promises, because every word they say is a cause, which bears a fruit in the long years of evolution. Whether this effect is good or bad is unknown.
who cares!
Anyway, there is nothing wrong with shearing wool.
As long as you live long enough, you may be able to live to the era before time travel and see yourself and your family before time travel.
Although it sounds a bit incredible.
But people always have to have some dreams.
What if it comes true.
All incense points are smashed onto the progress bar. This doomsday incense system is really depressing. If it hadn't given too much, I would have tried every means to complain.
Don't think it doesn't have this feature.
After such a long time, I have already found out everything about it.
[Incense-10,000! 】
[Incense-10,000! 】
【……】
【……】
The experience progress bar is rising rapidly.
Although the system evolves with the times, providing some compensation and changing some functions, its essence cannot be changed. That's why there is such a crappy thing, which makes people extremely depressed.
[Congratulations on becoming a great monk of the Transformation of God! 】
[Through unremitting efforts, you have finally become a first-class master in the doomsday era. You can let yourself go and travel as much as you want. 】
Jiang Xiaoyu's eyes widened and he almost spit out a mouthful of old blood and died of anger. This is prehistoric times, and you are still doing things according to the doomsday era. I'm afraid you don't know how to write the word "death".
If I walk out of this temple and tell others that I am an ordinary great immortal who only has the ability to transform into gods, believe it or not, a random human monk will kill me with one finger.
"Buzz..."
An extremely comfortable feeling appears, and the Nascent Soul is exuding a bright light. Its form changed and became a primordial spirit. The so-called spirit transformation is to transform the Yuanying into a qualitative change.
Yunjin elixir.
Become Yuanying.
Refining the soul.
I don’t know how other people practice, but the practice system given by the system is like this. Jiang Xiaoyu controlled his soul and kept swimming in this space.
Incomparably magnificent power accompanies him.
Countless times more powerful than before.
Talk.
If the Yuan Shen is so powerful, how powerful will those true immortals, heavenly immortals, golden immortals, Daluo, quasi-sages and saints be?
OK.
Don't even dare to think too much.
Just know to go outside and cool off.
That's it.
He is very self-aware of this.
When will I be able to walk out invincible? What was the world like at that time?
never mind.
forget about it!
sleep.
Let the tall guys handle these troublesome things. After all, I'm just a little scumbag, so I won't get involved randomly.
