It's Monday, so vote more The Earthquake Saint King's Mansion, the east side hall of the Earthquake Temple, is the place where the contemporary Saint King Wang Lingqi cultivates daily.
Perhaps there is a gazelle in the name, Wang Lingqi was born extremely tall and thin, with a pair of pale green eyes on his long and thin face, which is particularly obvious, and at first glance it looks like two emeralds the size of mung beans, inlaid on a melon seed.
Dozens of pretty palace maids, wrapped in black brocade, and in addition to their cheeks, even their hands were covered by huge robe sleeves, stood upright at the entrance of the east side of the hall.
They stood there straight, their eyelids slightly drooping, their eyes fixed on their toes.
Two female officials with red silk around their waists stood in front of the door, tilting their heads slightly, waiting for Wang Ling's summons at any time.
His temper is not very good, and the palace maids are a little slower to react, and they are going to die.
In the main hall of Kandarish, spirit stones of various grades were piled up into a small mountain.
Most of these spirit stones are spirit stones that have just been cut from the rough stone and have not undergone any processing and polishing.
Lower-grade and middle-grade spirit stones are the majority, and high-grade spirit stones are extremely rare, and some of them have a lot of impurities, which are clearly wastes that do not enter the stream.
Wang Ling sat in the spirit stone like a small mountain, every pore around his body emitted a dazzling light, with his every breath, there was a tide-like heaven and earth spirit qi in the spirit stone pile whistling out, constantly swallowed into his stomach.
The grade of these spirit stones is not high, and the extracted spiritual energy is also mixed with a large number of impurities.
After the tide-like aura was pumped into Wang Ling's body, it slowly flowed down his body into the five internal organs, gradually harmonizing the qi and blood in his five internal organs according to the attributes of the five elements, slowly removing impurities, and transforming into pure mana with its purified nature and mildness without any toxic side effects.
The qi and blood in his body were tumbling like a tsunami, and these pure mana and his essence gradually merged.
With his body as the furnace, it was gradually tempered into a wonderful product that was crystal clear like jade paste and chalcedony.
After three hundred and sixty weeks of exercise, Wang Ling's body trembled slightly, and his left index finger became as crystal clear as a red crystal, and there was a strange light flickering inside.
He took a deep breath and took out a jade knife to cut his index finger.
Drops of sticky, heavy, and strangely fragrant paste slowly dripped down.
Every drop of paste contains an incomparably pure and gentle essence mana, and anyone who cultivates, as long as they take one drop, can obtain the entire mana equivalent to that obtained by ordinary true immortals after several years of penance.
Moreover, the process of absorbing and refining is extremely easy, without the slightest toxic side effects, and the cultivation foundation is also extremely stable, without any fluctuations.
This is a miraculous product invented by the pinnacle golden immortal powers of the Joy Collection in the long years.
The aura of heaven and earth that the peak golden immortal swallowed day and night.
It is often equivalent to the entire cultivation of ordinary true immortals who have cultivated for several years.
After a long period of study, the pinnacle golden immortals of the Xiaoyao Collection finally invented this method of using their own essence and blood as a bridge to reconcile the vitality of heaven and earth to refine the biochemical paste.
Because the bio-creation ointment is to use the essence and blood of the great powers as a medicine primer, so only the immediate family members who are connected with their bloodline can take the bio-bio-creation ointment made by them, and replace it with an outsider who is not of their own bloodline to take a drop, the consequence is like swallowing a bombshell, and it is a trivial matter to blow up to pieces, and there are often unsuspecting people who are blown to pieces.
Wang Lingqi is the best among the peak golden immortals.
Among the many strong people who are called kings and emperors in Xiaoyao Mountain, his strength can also rank in the top 100.
In just a few hours.
The mountains of spirit stones were devoured by him, and he refined them into thirty-six drops of biochemical paste.
Putting all the finished products into a warm jade bottle, Wang Ling, whose face was a little pale, threw the jade bottle far away in disgust, and made a companion with hundreds of other jade bottles that were stacked haphazardly in the corner of the main hall.
Hearing the sound in the hall, the two female officials with red silk around their waists at the door obediently pushed open the door and walked in cautiously.
Silently knelt on the ground, his forehead pressed tightly against the ground.
"Take 30 bottles out and reward them to the eldest child, the second child, the sixth child, and the eighth child" After reporting the ranking of a long list of sons who were deeply favored by him, Wang Ling frowned and pointed to the pile of jade bottles: "Take ten bottles alone."
Send it to the waves.
Tell him, don't do those things all day long, and do more serious things. ” The female official responded respectfully, walked to the jade bottles on her knees, carefully counted out forty bottles of biochemical ointment, and then walked out of the palace door on her knees, and then stood up tremblingly, and after kneeling to Wang Ling, she went quietly with more than a dozen palace maids.
A strong wind blew in, and the door to the main hall was closed.
Countless golden gravels suddenly appeared in the wind, and soon the gravel was pieced together into a burly old man with silver-white hair and beard.
Wang Ling sat on the ground and greeted the old man: "Second uncle, is the matter finalized?"
The silver-haired old man frowned, walked to Wang Ling's side, dragged a futon, and sat on it.
He looked at Wang Lingqi with a very serious face, gritted his teeth and roared in a low voice: "Those two people are really going to fight us to the end."
This time, the Holy Grace of this sect summoned a group of exiled clansmen to return to their own sect, and now those who are qualified are the three of us, and they refuse to stop. ” Wang Ling's pale green eyes suddenly turned a terrifying dark green, and around his pupils, there were countless strange runes shaped like poisonous snakes spinning rapidly.
He gritted his teeth and said sharply: "We have promised so many benefits, and they still refuse to stop them, do they want to break the net with us?"
The silver-haired old man slapped his palm on the ground, and silently, the bodies of the dozens of palace maids standing outside the door of the main hall stiffened, and the clicking sound was endless, and their bodies quickly turned into dry yellow rocks from their feet to the top of their heads.
In a few moments, they were lifeless rock statues.
After casually killing dozens of innocent palace maids outside the door and venting the anger in his heart, the silver-haired old man said with a gloomy face: "Benzong has spoken, this time, we are not allowed to fight among themselves, even if our army has enough strength to destroy them, but this time we are not allowed to do it." ” Wang Ling's body trembled slightly, he gritted his teeth and roared: "Don't let us do it, I can't bear it anymore, I can't bear it anymore It's not me, it's not that I'm hypocritical, it's really that I've stepped into that realm with most of my body, and in ten years at most, I can't suppress it." ” Wang Lingqi is extremely talented, and he is even the most talented Saint King of the Heaven-Shaking Saint King Mansion for countless years.
When he was born, he had the cultivation of the upper seventh-grade sub-saint, and after a hundred years of cultivation, he broke through to the lower third-grade, which is equivalent to the realm of the nine-rank golden immortal.
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In just 130,000 years, Wang Lingqi has broken through to the realm of the previous grade of the sub-saint, which is equivalent to the strength of a first-grade golden immortal.
It was at that time that the previous Holy King took the initiative to abdicate and handed over the Holy King throne to Wang Lingqi.
After becoming the Holy King, Wang Lingxu's attention was not on cultivation, he put ninety percent of his energy on the expansion of the Holy King's Mansion.
In just 10,000 years, the power of the Heaven-Shaking Saint King's Mansion has soared more than tenfold, and the Heaven Shaking Saint Palace, which was originally ranked around 100 in Xiaoyao Mountain, has quickly become a powerful force in the top ten.
But the trouble of being too talented finally appeared, even if Wang Lingqi did not put his mind on cultivation, he indulged in wine, intrigue, and even lingered in gambling houses and Qinglou day and night to his heart's content, but even if he watched a wild dog peeing on the street, it touched his understanding of the way of heaven In a daze, Wang Lingqi became the pinnacle golden immortal.
Subsequently, he successfully achieved semi-saint cultivation and stepped into the realm of sainthood with one foot.
Now, he can't suppress his cultivation, at most ten years, he will break through to become a saint, and he will become the youngest saint among the countless families and countless monks in Xiaoyao Mountain in history.
However, no saints are allowed to appear in the Getaway.
These big families in Xiaoyaoji were all formed by the children of the major saint clans who made mistakes.
They have the title of sinners on them, and they are loose cultivators who are not recognized by the Holy Clan of their sect.
They can be pinnacle saints, they can be semi-saint cultivators, but once they become saints, they will touch some of the keen nerves of their own sect, and they will be forced by this sect to join the death camp as members of their own clan.
Death camp, that is a hellish place that has devoured countless lives.
It was a cannon fodder unit on the main battlefield of the Qilin Domain in the central main domain to resist the invasion of the Holy Spirit Realm, and it was specially used to fight evil battles, tough battles, and battles that were certain to die.
All the Holy Clans, including the Three Supreme Holy Clans, must select a part of the elite clansmen to be sent to the death camp every certain number of years.
Basically, more than nine out of nine of the people who joined the death camp, even if they were saint-level masters, had fallen, and it was rare to hear that anyone could retire alive from the death camp.
The patriarchs of those holy clans naturally did not want their relatives' bloodlines to be sent to death camps.
So their eyes were on these people who had been sentenced to exile for their big and small faults.
Among these scattered cultivators, as long as a saint appears, they will be sensed by the saint clan of this sect with a secret method, and then the law enforcement team of this sect will roar like a tiger and force the newly promoted saint to join the death camp with a part of the elite clan.
Wang Ling's Taizu joined the death camp and fell.
His great-grandfather joined the Death Camp and fell.
His grandfather joined the Death Camp and fell.
His father was unlucky enough.
Three thousand seven hundred years ago, a Supreme Elder of the Heaven Shaking Holy King's Mansion had no intention of breaking through, and his father was regarded as a subordinate of the Supreme Elder and was forcibly ordered to join the death camp.
Wang Lingxu's father is still alive, but it is said that life is worse than death.
"I can't hold it back.
Ten years, ten years at most" Wang Ling roared at his second uncle: "We must return to the sect, this time, we must return to the sect to be better and faster." “”: