Chapter three hundred and eighty first fairy shoes
Not to mention anything else, in terms of spiritual consciousness alone, Ye Kaixin felt that the intensity of Wang Dong's spiritual consciousness was almost comparable to that of the transformed spirit.
In fact, Wang Dong's spiritual consciousness is indeed comparable to that of a transformed spirit.
But at the level of becoming a god for the first time, Wang Dong could not compare to a slightly accomplished god.
After all, in the realm of divine transformation, spiritual consciousness is the king!
Ye Kaixin smiled and said to the elder of the Huanyin Sect: "Brother, you are hitting the stone with an egg. Aren't you at odds with yourself?"
"Pfft~~~~" The guy spat out another mouthful of blood and then fainted.
"Carry him on your back too!" Wang Dong said to Ye Kaixin.
Suddenly Ye Kaixin couldn't be happier and said: "Boss, I've already carried one on my back, why are you asking me to carry it on my back? Hu Xiaoyun didn't carry anything on her back, why not let her carry it on her back?"
Wang moved without looking back, and a calm voice came: "If you want her to carry it, it's not impossible. You can discuss it yourself. If you can suppress her and force her to carry it, I have no objection to it."
Ye Kaixin glanced at Hu Xiaoyun, hesitated, and muttered dissatisfied: "What are you looking at? If I hadn't beaten women, I would have beaten you into submission!"
Hu Xiaoyun sneered: "If you don't hit women, I'll hit men. You can try it."
Ye Kaixin curled his lips and said: "A good man doesn't fight with women!"
Carrying the elder of the Phantom Sect on his back, he stood up and left.
The dignified Yuanying, what's wrong with being carried by two people? It's not a problem to carry ten people!
If you argue with a little girl like this, you will lose your grace.
Ye Kaixin strode out, thinking at the same time that if he were in the middle stage of Nascent Soul, he would definitely press Hu Xiaoyun under him and beat her until she cried, until she shouted, and until she called her daddy!
Soon, the three of them returned to where Lin Xiangming was.
This girl Lin Xiangming, who is at the peak of her Nascent Soul, is hiding under a big tree, leaning on the roots and shivering.
To be honest, this kind of person really embarrasses the Yuanying Realm, and it is a big embarrassment. After all, she is at the peak of the Yuanying.
If there is such a person in Fengyun Divine Religion...
Wang Dong thought it would be good to have such a person. Isn't Feng Ji just such a person?
However, although this girl is considered a talent and can reach the peak of Nascent Soul at a young age, compared with Feng Ji, she is a world away.
When he returned to Fengyun God Sect before, Wang Dong felt that if Feng Ji became a god, she would be so unbelievable that she would be able to shock him.
As a result, this girl told herself that she was already in a hole!
They still need Nascent Soul to deduce the skills, otherwise Wang Dong estimates that she might be able to join the Tao.
Thinking of this, Wang Dong felt really bad.
If I had spent more time in the Temple of All Heavens, would I have discovered that Feng Ji had ascended after returning to Fengyun Divine Sect?
It’s not a lie, but with Feng Ji’s cultivation pace, if she doesn’t ascend to immortality within a year, Wang Dong won’t believe it!
Perhaps combined with the time spent cultivating from mortals to caves, it would be enough within one year!
Within a year, he went from being a mortal to becoming an immortal through cultivation without relying on any external force. He even had to create his own techniques.
What kind of peerless genius and peerless evildoer is this?
Wang Dong thought to himself that this Feng Ji was really terrible.
But when he thought about killing Feng Ji's Manchu people, Wang Dong felt even more terrifying.
Who has the ability to destroy this monster-like race?
Immortal?
I don’t think it’s even worthy of the immortal’s shoes!
After all, Feng Ji can practice as she pleases, and she can become an immortal in about a year.
But then again, it is normal for this kind of monster race to be jealous of God. God probably thinks that this kind of monster should not exist in the world.
I shook my head and Wang Dong said these distracting thoughts out of my mind.
So what if Feng Ji really cultivates and becomes an immortal?
Why is he thinking so much? Can he still stop it?
It would be a good thing if this girl really cultivates and becomes an immortal. When she reaches the "immortal world" in the future, she might have an acquaintance to take care of her and have a backer, haha!
Yuelai Inn, the four of them returned here all the way to wake up Wang Yanlin and Dugu Yingjun, the elder of the Huanyin Sect.
Dugu Yingjun looked at the four of them coldly and said in a cold voice: "Who are you?"
Although three people became four, and there was one more person, this was obviously not what he should focus on, so he did not care about the extra Lin Xiangming.
Wang Dong smiled and said: "I just want to make friends with you two!"
Dugu Yingjun glanced at Wang Yanlin beside him. To be honest, he was not surprised that the four people across from him caught him. After all, he was the great elder of the Huanyin Sect, so he had many uses.
But what’s the use of catching such an ordinary disciple of the Expelling Object Realm?
Dugu Yingjun has actually heard of this Wang Yanlin and met him once.
He remembered that this guy had a way of teaching new disciples.
He is better at teaching uninitiated disciples than many people in the soul-suppressing realm!
But this ability is obviously not worth mentioning, so the Phantom Sound Sect doesn't take it to heart, and naturally they don't think that others will take it to heart.
Since the Great Elder Dugu Yingjun was by his side, Wang Yanlin did not dare to speak from the beginning for fear of overstepping his bounds.
When Dugu Yingjun heard Wang Dong's words, he sneered: "Is there such a way to make friends? Make friends by tying others up?"
Wang Dong nodded and said with a smile: "Meng Mou has always made friends this way. If Mr. Dugu has any objections, you can bear it. If you can't bear it, you can slap yourself, warn yourself, and bear it again!"
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Dugu Yingjun said angrily: "You..."
Wang Dong interrupted: "My name is Meng Lang, and I live up to my name. I am a bit like Meng Lang. If you talk back again, I'm afraid you won't be able to see the sun tomorrow. I won't even have to lift a finger to kill you!"
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Dugu Yingjun immediately shut up, squatted in the corner and stopped talking nonsense.
No matter what, he doesn't want to die yet!
As for mindlessly provoking enemies and irritating others, that is a retarded approach. He just tried it a little bit and found that it was unwise and ineffective, so he decisively stopped.
Wang Dong smiled, he liked people who knew the current affairs best.
"What state are you in now?" He asked Dugu Yingjun.
Dugu Yingjun glanced at Wang Dong and said: "Your cultivation level is so high, how can you not see through my realm?"
Although Wang Dong destroyed his flute before, it was through a sneak attack.
But the moment his spiritual consciousness attacked him, he understood that he was no match for this guy, and he was not too aware of it, otherwise he would not have been so severely affected by the backlash.
The intensity of this spiritual consciousness alone has reached the level of channeling.
Even the strength of the sect leader's spiritual consciousness may not be as strong as this guy!
A person with this kind of spiritual consciousness will definitely not be an opponent even if he uses the flute himself!