Zhentian Holy King's Mansion, the east side hall of Zhentian Holy Temple, is the place where contemporary Holy King Wang Lingchi practices daily.
Perhaps it is because the name contains the word "Ling". Wang Ling was born extremely tall and thin. On his long and thin face, a pair of light green eyes are particularly obvious. At first glance, they look like two mung bean-sized eyes.
Emerald, set on a melon seed.
Dozens of pretty palace maids, wrapped tightly in black brocade, with their cheeks and even their hands covered by huge sleeves, stood upright at the entrance to the east side of the palace. They stood there upright, their eyelids drooping slightly.
He stood, looking only at his toes.
Two female officials with red silk ribbons around their waists stood in front of the door, tilting their heads slightly, waiting for Wang Lingxi's summons at any time. His temper was not very good, and the reaction speed of the palace maids was a little slower, which was dangerous.
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In Kuandalishu's main hall, spiritual stones of various grades were piled up into a small mountain.
Most of these spirit stones are spirit stones that have just been cut open from the original stone and have not been processed or polished in any way. Most of them are low-grade, medium-grade, and top-grade spirit stones are extremely rare. Some of them have so many impurities that they are clearly
Unrecyclable waste.
Wang Ling sat cross-legged in the hill-like spiritual stone, and every pore on his body emitted a dazzling light. With every breath he took, a tide of heaven and earth spiritual energy roared out from the pile of spiritual stones, and was continuously swallowed by him.
Enter the belly.
The grade of these spiritual stones is not high, and the extracted spiritual energy is also mixed with a large number of impurities. After the tide-like spiritual energy was sucked into Wang Ling's body, it slowly flowed into his internal organs along his body, and gradually formed in his body according to the attributes of the five elements.
The five internal organs harmonize qi and blood, slowly remove impurities, and transform into pure magic power that is extremely pure, gentle and without any toxic or side effects.
The energy and blood in his body rolled like a tsunami, and these pure mana gradually merged with his essence. Using his body as a furnace, it was gradually tempered into a wonderful product that was crystal clear and as clear as jade paste and chalcedony.
After practicing this technique for three hundred and sixty weeks, Wang Ling's body trembled slightly, and his left index finger became as clear and translucent as red crystal, with a strange light flickering inside. He took a deep breath and took out a
He cut his index finger open with a jade-handled knife. Drop by drop of sticky, heavy paste that exuded a strange and fragrant aroma slowly dripped down.
Every drop of the paste contains extremely pure and gentle essence and magic power. Anyone with any cultivation level, as long as they take one drop, can obtain all the magic power that an ordinary true immortal can obtain through years of hard work. Moreover, it can absorb the refined power.
The process is extremely easy, without any side effects, and the foundation of cultivation is extremely stable without any fluctuations.
This is the 'Shengsheng Creation Cream', a miraculous product invented by the top golden immortals of Xiaoyaoji over a long period of time.
The spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed by the peak golden immortals day and night is often equivalent to the entire cultivation level achieved by ordinary true immortals for several years of hard training. After long-term research, the peak golden immortals of Xiaoyaoji finally invented this method that uses their own essence and blood as a bridge.
The method of reconciling the vitality of heaven and earth to refine the ointment of creation.
Because the Shengsheng Good Fortune Cream uses the essence and blood of powerful people as the medicine, only direct relatives with the same bloodline as them can take the Shengsheng Good Fortune Cream made by them. If an outsider who is not of their own bloodline takes a drop of it, the consequences will be as if they swallowed it.
It is a trivial matter to drop a blockbuster bomb and blow it to pieces, but often unsuspecting people are blown away.
Wang Lingxu is the best among the peak golden immortals. Among the many powerful men who have proclaimed themselves kings and emperors in Xiaoyao Mountain, his strength can also be ranked among the top 100. In just a few hours, mountains of spiritual stones have been destroyed by him.
After swallowing it all, he refined it into thirty-six drops of creation ointment.
After putting all the finished products into a warm jade bottle, Wang Ling, whose face turned a little pale, threw the jade bottle far away in disgust, joining hundreds of other jade bottles piled up haphazardly in the corner of the hall.
Hearing the noise in the hall, two female officials wearing red silk ribbons at the door obediently opened the door and walked in cautiously. They knelt on the ground silently and pressed their foreheads tightly to the ground.
"Take thirty bottles and give them to the eldest, second, sixth and eighth respectively..."
After reporting a long list of the rankings of his favored sons, Wang Ling frowned and pointed to the pile of jade bottles: "Take ten bottles separately. Send them to Canglang. Tell him, don't
Instead of doing those romantic things all day long, do more serious things."
The female officer responded respectfully, walked to the jade bottles on her knees, carefully counted out forty bottles of the creation ointment, walked backwards out of the palace door, then stood up tremblingly, and knelt down to Wang Lingsan.
After nine kowtows, he took a dozen maids and left quietly.
A strong wind blew in, and the door of the hall slowly closed. Countless golden gravels suddenly appeared in the strong wind, and soon these gravels were pieced together into a burly old man with silver-white hair and beard.
Wang Ling sat down on the ground, nodded to the old man and said, "Second uncle, is the matter... finalized?"
The silver-haired old man frowned, walked to Wang Ling's side, pulled a futon, and sat down on it. He looked at Wang Ling's body with a serious face, gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice: "Those two people,
Sure enough, they are going to fight us to the end. This time, our sect’s grace has summoned a group of exiled tribesmen to return to our sect. Now the only ones who are qualified are our three tribes, and they...refuse to give up.”
Wang Ling's pale green eyes suddenly turned into a terrifying dark green. Surrounding his pupils, there were countless weird snake-shaped runes spinning rapidly. He gritted his teeth and said sternly: "We promised so many benefits.
, they still refuse to give up? Do they want to fight us to the death? "
The silver-haired old man slapped the ground with a heavy palm. Silently, the bodies of dozens of palace maids standing outside the hall froze. The sound of "squeaking" could not be heard. Their bodies from the soles of their feet to the top of their heads quickly turned yellow.
Colorful rocks. After a while, they turned into lifeless rock statues.
After casually killing dozens of innocent palace maids outside the door and venting his anger, the silver-haired old man said with a gloomy face: "I have spoken. This time, we are not allowed to fight among ourselves... Even if our team has enough
We have the power to destroy them all, but we are not allowed to take action this time."
Wang Ling's body was shaking slightly, and he gritted his teeth and roared: "Are we not allowed to do anything? I, I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore... It's not me, it's not that I'm being pretentious, it's actually more than half of my body.
Once I enter that realm, I won’t be able to suppress it for another ten years at most.”
Wang Lingchi was extremely talented, even the most talented Saint King in the Zhentian Holy Palace for countless years. When he was born, he had the cultivation level of an upper seventh-level sub-sage, and after a hundred years of cultivation, he broke through to the lower third level, which is equivalent to the ninth level.
The realm of golden immortals.
In just 130,000 years, Wang Lingxi broke through to the previous level of sub-sage, which was equivalent to the strength of a first-level golden immortal. It was at that time that the previous holy king voluntarily abdicated and handed over the throne of the Holy King to Wang Ling.
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After becoming the Holy Queen, Wang Lingchun's attention was no longer on cultivation. He put 99% of his energy on the expansion of the power of the Holy King's Palace. In just ten thousand years, the power of the Zhentian Holy King's Palace increased by more than ten times.
Zhentian Shengwang Mansion, which ranked around one hundred in Xiaoyao Mountain, quickly became one of the top ten powerful forces.
But the trouble with having too much talent finally emerged. Even if Wang Lingxi did not put his mind on cultivation, he indulged in drinking, scheming, and even wandered around gambling houses and brothels day and night to indulge in debauchery. But even if he watched a wild dog peeing on the street,
They all touched my understanding of the way of heaven!
In a daze, Wang Lingchi became the pinnacle golden immortal. Then he successfully achieved the semi-saint cultivation level and stepped into the saint realm.
Now, he can no longer suppress his cultivation. In ten years at most, he will break through and become a saint! He will become the youngest saint among countless families and monks in Xiaoyao Mountain in history.
But saints are not allowed to appear in Xiaoyaoji.
These big families in Xiaoyaoji were formed by the erring disciples of the major holy clans. They bear the title of sinners, and they are casual cultivators who are not recognized by the saints of their clan. They can be the pinnacle sub-sages, they can be
Semi-saint cultivation, but once they become saints, they will touch some of the keen nerves of the sect, and they will be forced by the sect to join the 'death camp' as members of the sect.
The death camp was a ghost place that swallowed countless lives.
That is the main battlefield in the central main domain, the Kirin Domain, to fight against the invasion of the Holy Spirit Realm. It is a cannon fodder unit specially used to fight vicious battles, tough battles, and fight inevitable battles. All the saints, including the three supreme saints, will fight at certain intervals.
Every year, a group of elite tribesmen must be selected and sent to the death camps.
Basically, more than ninety-nine percent of those who joined the death camp, even if they were saint-level masters, perished, and it was rare to hear of anyone being able to retire from the death camp alive.
The patriarchs of the Holy Clan naturally do not want their direct relatives to be sent to death camps to die.
So they focused their attention on these tribesmen who were sentenced to exile for their mistakes, big and small. Among these casual cultivators, as long as a saint appears, they will be sensed by the saints of the sect with secret methods, and then as
The wolf-like law enforcement team of our sect will come roaring in, forcing the newly promoted saints and some of the elite tribesmen to join the death camp.
Wang Ling's deceased Taizu joined the death camp and died.
His great-grandfather joined the death camp and died.
His grandfather joined the death camp and died.
His father was quite unlucky. Three thousand seven hundred years ago, a Supreme Elder from Zhentian Holy King's Mansion had no intention of breaking through, so his father was regarded as a subordinate of the Supreme Elder and was forced to join the death camp.
Wang Lingchun's father is still alive, but it is said that his condition is worse than death.
"I can no longer suppress it. Ten years, ten years at most!" Wang Lingxi roared at his second uncle: "We must return to our clan. This time, we must return to our clan. As long as our clan can achieve
If we meet the request of this sect and are relisted in the family tree by this sect, we...I will not have to participate in the damn death camp!" (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better and updated faster!