Let you survive in the wilderness, and you become a saint

The mortals become immortals.

That is the sublimation of life, the improvement of the essence of life.

The gift of heaven after the successful tribulation slowly dissipated, and Feng Hao also pulled out of the vast ocean of laws.

He slowly opened his eyes, raised his hand, and thunder bloomed in his palm, wind and rain surged in front of him, and the power of water and fire kept colliding.

These forces are the condensation of the vitality of heaven and earth, and did not consume a single bit of his own power.

Before becoming an immortal.

He simply couldn't do it. If he wanted to perform magic, he had to rely on the soul to mobilize the power in his body, and then resonate with the laws between heaven and earth as much as possible.

Only then can he drive a stronger force to stir the four directions.

But after becoming an immortal, just by relying on the Yuanshen to vibrate a trace of the power of the law, it can attract the spiritual energy of heaven and earth to gather and form various magics.

But Feng Hao's wish this time is not just that!

There are two ways to practice immortality: Yuanshen Immortality and physical sainthood. Most immortals become immortals with Yuanshen.

Yuanshen Immortality is when the reward of heaven comes after the end of the tribulation, and the Yuanshen tries its best to promote the sublimation of Yuanshen and take the opportunity to comprehend the law and lay a good foundation for the immortal way.

The shaped immortal body is also shaped with Yuanshen as the core, in conjunction with its own Yuanshen and the power of the comprehended law.

If the Yuanshen is injured, the immortal body itself cannot provide too much combat power.

But if the physical body is holy, even if the Yuanshen is severely injured, the true meaning of the law is contained in the physical body.

The law response can be triggered between gestures, and a strong combat power will burst out.

Under normal circumstances, the superposition of the two means that the combat power is far from 1+1=2, and it must be much greater than two.

The existences that can become saints in the flesh are all amazing talents. The only person who can become saints in the flesh that Feng Hao knows of is Erlang Xiansheng Zhenjun.

There are also the names of Qingyuan Miaodao Fuyou Taiyi Zhenjun Huimin Rensheng Dadi.

As a third-generation disciple of the Chanjiao, he surpassed a group of uncles and uncles, and was known as the first war god in the three realms in the post-saint era.

His strong fighting power can be seen.

"Hu..."

Feng Hao exhaled.

Qi became wind and thunder, water and fire intertwined.

As his mind moved, it slowly dissipated.

"The flesh becomes saint."

"Great!"

Feng Hao stood up, took a step, and the wind and thunder soared into the sky, bringing great momentum back to the Holy City of the Human Race.

Then.

He released Youchao from the Four Seasons Pearl and let Suiren enter.

"Uncle Youchao."

"Do you think the scale of the Huaxia tribe is a little too small?"

Youchao smacked his lips and nodded repeatedly: "Yes! It is a little small. I heard that the leader has reached an agreement with the Wasteland Tribe to exchange food for wine?

After the first batch of alcohol sent by the Wasteland Tribe is refined, the food exchanged can at least provide 500,000 human beings for wintering, and there may be more wine sent later.

I think the leader can be the leader of the entire human race!"

The common leader of the human race?

Feng Hao shook his head. The cause and effect here are too big. He doesn't want to wade into this muddy water.

"I am not interested in being the leader of the entire human race, but it is very necessary to further develop the Huaxia tribe."

"Uncle Youchao, go again and try to collect as many young human men and women for the Huaxia tribe as possible."

Although Youchao didn't understand why he didn't want to be the leader of the entire human race, he immediately agreed.

After a day's rest, he set out alone to other tribes of the human race and started a new round of kidnapping plan.

Three days later.

The Wasteland Tribe sent another Wu Clan warrior over, bringing the food that Feng Hao needed and taking away the strong liquor that the Wu Clan needed.

...

Wasteland Tribe.

Huang Du sat on a chair made of the fur of the Silver Moon Demon Clan, sitting in front of a tall wooden table.

Accompanied by the leaders of the surrounding Wu Clan tribes.

"Huang Du, what the hell do you want to do by inviting us here today! If you don't say anything, don't blame me for tearing down your house!"

"That's right! You invited us here, but you didn't serve us good wine and good food. Aren't you just making fun of us?"

"By the way, why did you bring so many human races here? They are dirty, smelly and weak, and they are not even qualified to be slaves."

"The key is that they are the race created by Nuwa Saint. If you mess around like this and cause Nuwa Saint's dissatisfaction, it will be a big trouble."

"..."

Huang Du laughed.

"You bunch of dogs are more impatient than me, what are you impatient for!"

"Since I called you

"As for the human race you mentioned, don't worry, I asked for them from the human race. It's the business of the two races. It doesn't matter if that person knows about it." As he spoke, the witch who returned from the human race finally arrived. Huang Dudu's eyes lit up: "You're back? How's the stuff?" The witch nodded repeatedly: "I've tested it, it's very good! Very pure! It's the same quality as the stuff that time, but the quantity is a little less." Huang Du didn't care: "No matter! A little less is a little less, there will be more in the future!" The other witch tribe leaders next to him were unhappy. "What are you two talking about!" "What? Take it out and let me see!" "Huang Du, this stuff is the reason why you invited us here, right? I'll give you three breaths to take it out, otherwise don't blame me for turning against you!" "..." Huang Du was not afraid at all. He even raised his hand. "One! Two! Three! "

After he finished counting, he took out a huge bamboo tube of strong liquor.

Instantly!

The strong aroma of liquor filled the huge tent.

The eyes of the witches of various shapes, some with human heads and snake bodies, some with multiple faces, and some with snakes in their mouths and pythons in their hands, all lit up.

"Hiss! This liquor... is good!"

"Son of a bitch! Where did you get this good stuff?"

"Quick, quick, quick! Give me a sip!"

"..."

The leaders of the small witch tribes rushed over impatiently, each performing witchcraft and drinking like a cow.

The spicy feeling filled their chests, making them all look intoxicated.

"Good! Good! Good! Strong enough!"

"Tell me, Huang Du, what are you going to exchange for this liquor?"

"What kind of stuff did I drink before! ”

“…”

Huang Du opened his mouth wide, looking calm and composed.

He looked like he was sitting on a fishing platform.

“Don’t worry, don’t worry, we are all brothers.”

“Bring the meat to me, look how hungry my brothers are, their eyes are fucking green!”

“Hurry up!”

A group of Wu tribe leaders were breathing rapidly, their eyes were red.

Damn Huang Du!

“Brothers, don’t be polite to this damn guy, beat him up!”

“Fuck! Huang Du, you must have forgotten the beatings you received before!”

“Brothers, go! Fuck him!”

“…”

The Wu tribe leaders were all hot-tempered, and they raised their fists and started fighting.

The tent was soon broken into pieces, and a dozen Wu tribe strongmen of different shapes fought together, and their punches were like thunder.