After consulting God Haotian, An Qingli returned to the wine shop.
After working hard for thousands of years, he earned a lot of telekinesis. He used the telekinesis he earned to buy four long-lasting divine fruits, and then made another trip to the divine world.
Everything outside the divine realm can be called the lower realm, including the previous fairy realm.
An Qingli went to Qian Empire.
She still owes the Imperial Master a promise.
I still owe the Supreme Emperor a great favor.
In addition, you should still be filial to your master.
Today, An Qingli is in the late stage of Immortal Master, and his cultivation level is two steps higher than that of the Imperial Master.
The Imperial Master was playing chess with himself when he suddenly fell into a dream.
As a quasi-god, An Qingli already has a small amount of divine power of his own, so it is inconvenient for him to show up easily.
In fact, it doesn't hurt to show up.
But God has his own style, and the rules are so established that it is not easy to show up at will.
"How did you enter my dream?" the Imperial Master asked with a smile on his face as he shook his feather fan.
An Qingli said: "After nearly ten thousand years of wandering, I got a great opportunity. What kind of magical elixir do you need, National Master?"
"Oh?" When the feather fan in the master's hand stopped, he was a little surprised, but when he thought about the great luck of An Baichang and An Qingli, he didn't feel too surprised either.
An Qingli said: "Please tell me."
However, before coming here, An Qingli had already asked An Shaoyi in advance about the magical elixir that the Imperial Master wanted.
However, An Qingli did not have a magic pill in his hand, but he had a magic fruit that was tens or millions of years old.
To an immortal, the divine fruit is comparable to a divine elixir.
The imperial master suppressed his excitement and said with joy: "I want a grain of Erdan."
really.
An Qingli nodded and smiled, took out a 500,000-year-old Due Divine Fruit, and handed it to the Imperial Master.
"This is me, Shangshan, and Ancestor Shaoyi, who sells wine and picks fruits. I specially honor you, as well as our master."
Shangshan is half a disciple of the national master, so he can bear the status of master.
"I have a heart! I have a heart!"
The Imperial Master was inexplicably excited and thanked him repeatedly.
An Qingli left the dreamland of the Imperial Master, and the Imperial Master's figure dispersed into a cloud of smoke and went to a small world.
In that small world, there is the mother of the national master.
However, the mother of the national preceptor, who was the national savior, went against the will of heaven, entered reincarnation, and suffered a thousand lives of misfortune.
This is now the 108th life.
The mother of the Imperial Master was very poor and lived alone in a shabby house.
"Who are you?" The national master's mother, disheveled and disheveled, huddled on the broken bed and asked drowsily.
"Mom."
The Imperial Master gave a low cry, knelt down, and sent the priceless fruit of misfortune into the old man's belly.
These five hundred thousand annual misfortunes can save thousands of lives of misfortunes. In the future reincarnations, the mother of the Imperial Master will not only be freed from all misfortunes, but will also enjoy enviable comfort and wealth.
"Who are you?" The old man, who was suddenly light and healthy, asked with burning eyes.
The Imperial Master held the old man's hand and said with a soft smile: "May my mother return to the fairy world soon and live an endless life."
After leaving the Qian Empire, An Qingli went to the Shendan Mansion of the Xianzong Kingdom.
For today's An Qingli, going from the Qian Empire to the Xian Zong Kingdom is just one step, and it happens in a blink of an eye.
When An Qingli went there, he deliberately chose to go at night.
Mu Sheng got a recipe for a ninth-grade elixir from nowhere, and he hid in the forbidden area and studied it secretly.
The entire Divine Pill Mansion disapproved of him refining the Ninth-grade Pill at this time, because he might not be able to withstand the lightning disaster of the Ninth-grade Pill.
But his heart is itchy. The less he is allowed to practice, the more itchy his heart becomes.
It's okay, he just looks at it, studies it, and doesn't practice it.
In the Divine Pill Mansion, Queyao Danzun's health has improved and he is actively preparing for the next Divine Pill.
However, Queyao Danzun had just recovered his health. Who would want him to go back to refining the divine elixir so quickly?
Moreover, the last pill had already made Que Yao Danzun lie on the bed for thousands of years.
The last time the Divine Pill Thunder Tribulation had a narrow escape, it is unknown whether I can survive if I try it again this time.
But it doesn't matter, Queyao Danzun is just making preparations, he is not busy practicing.
"Why!"
Xiao Jintan shook his head and sighed, why is he still so uneasy at such an old age?
An Qingli used the dream-entrance technique, and a small ray of soul from Musheng entered the dream created by An Qingli.
"Apprentice!" Mu Sheng called out in surprise, and then said with a little vigilance, "We haven't seen you for ten thousand years. Are you a real apprentice or a fake one?"
An Qingli immediately said: "Master is extremely beautiful."
Mu Sheng waved his sleeves: "True disciple!"
The little ones were also very happy to see Mu Sheng again.
Xiao Lingxi also asked An Qingli to give away the specially prepared robe.
This robe is not only gorgeous, but it is also made from items from the divine realm and is very resistant to lightning strikes.
"What a great apprentice! Such a good connection!"
Mu Sheng couldn't help being happy. He took the robe with both hands and hurriedly put it on himself. He raised his arms and spun around proudly for several times before handing out all the prescriptions and experience he had accumulated over the years.
Although An Qingli has now half-stepped into the divine world and may not necessarily need these things, it is still because his master is considerate and he accepts them generously.
"Master, this is for you." An Qingli smiled brightly and handed out a wooden box with both hands.
"What is this, a magic elixir?" In short, most of the things given by his apprentice were good things, and Mu Sheng accepted them without any courtesy.
Good things cannot be opened easily, so Mu Sheng was not too busy opening them.
An Qingli smiled and said: "It's not a magic pill, it's better than a magic pill."
"Oh?" Mu Sheng was overjoyed, "Can I take it immediately?"
An Qingli nodded readily and pointed to remove the seal on the wooden box.
The refreshing fruity aroma instantly overflows the box.
"Can I take a big bite?" Mu Sheng asked while swallowing his saliva.
An Qingli said: "Just eat it."
So Mu Sheng opened his mouth wide, regardless of elegance, he couldn't wait to eat, and he swallowed the divine fruit in one bite, even the core.
"Ha ha!"
The little ones laughed, Mu Sheng's father was so cute, I really hope that one day he can come to the God Realm to be together soon.
Mu Sheng swallowed the divine fruit, and impurities surged out of his body, turning into a smelly clay figure in an instant.
"Apprentice! Apprentice!"
Mu Sheng, who was covered in stench, waved his arms and said in excitement: "Where did the fairy fruit come from? It's so powerful. It can expel the erysipelas from my body without pain or tearing. And...and..."
Mu Sheng, who was inexplicably excited, suddenly pinched himself again. Feeling his extremely solid body, he was extremely surprised and said: "My body has advanced! Apprentice, apprentice, hurry up, hurry up, stab me twice."
Knife, give it a try!"
The corner of An Qingli's mouth twitched slightly, but he raised his hand, summoned a sharp knife, and struck Mu Sheng's arm with two knives with considerable force.
The apprentice killed his master, and he was indeed filial.
But Mu Sheng's arm was not damaged at all.
If it were Mu Sheng's body before, An Qingli could cut off Mu Sheng's arm with one strike.
"Haha! Hahaha!"
Mu Sheng laughed, grabbed the knife arrogantly, and stabbed himself with it. Sure enough, nothing happened.