Prehistoric: King Zhou offers incense, and I grant others the great road of the emperor.

I don't know when the eyes that were closed slowly opened, and the drawbacks of losing the fundamental strength in the body not only did not appear, but because the ghost country fed back the complexion, it was a little better.

Initial Origin Ghost Land.

Ghost Country.

Mixed emotions appeared in the ghost mother's heart, and then she glanced at the clay figure statue in front of her with great gratitude. Before he met his master, he would always give birth to ghosts in the morning according to his instincts, and devour them at night.

All living beings in the desolation say that they are cruel.

But who knows the pain in this.

A child who is destined not to live long, rather than let it live painfully, it is better to let it return to its mother's body. Death seems cruel, but who knows that living is far more difficult than dying.

It wasn't until I met Shizun, under his teaching, that I restrained the deep impulse to reproduce.

But when he saw the things given by this ordinary immortal senior, he suddenly found his own way. This is a very suitable habitat for children to reproduce, and all their growth will be integrated together to achieve a feeding effect.

The more ghosts there are.

The larger the area of the ghost country.

The stronger the ghost kingdom is.

Your own strength will also increase.

In particular, I have also realized an extremely peculiar way of cultivation, and if I can perfect this way of practice and form a complete system, then I will enter a completely new realm.

It has the power that I couldn't have imagined before.

And all of this was given by the ordinary immortal predecessors.

There was an urge in my heart: to stay.

Even if it is just to maintain order and clean the temple, it is willing.

But think of the master.

There was a more complicated look in his eyes, and after thinking about it for a long time, he picked up a stick of incense again, and respectfully inserted it into the incense burner: "Ordinary great immortal predecessors are above, such a great grace ghost mother will never be able to repay it for eternity, if there is a send, even if it turns into ashes, it will not hesitate." As

the green smoke slowly rose.

The ghost mother turned.

A huge phantom of the kingdom appeared behind him, and countless ghosts roared, and then disappeared.

After stepping out of this temple, I looked at the bustling crowd and reacted at this time. Just now, there was only one person in the temple, so the temple that these people entered was completely different from the temple they were in.

Terran secrets.

The reason for the mutation of the remnants of the Wu Clan.

The Master must be informed as soon as possible.

Since the ordinary Daxian set up the dojo here, and it appeared in the form of a temple, it means that he hopes to collect incense.

Although it is not known what these incense are for.

Why is such a powerful existence still so concerned? But since this has been done, there must be a reason and a deep meaning in it.

Myself.

Naturally, we have to contribute.

Persuade the master and the brothers to come to offer incense.

After thinking about this, the ghost mother took a step and walked down the mountain. Trying to remember the route, but there is always a force that dilutes it, and soon it becomes vague and unrecognizable.

Serendipity, serendipity......

How easy it is to get it?

But looking at the crowd like a tide, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl. It is undeniable that this forgotten force is strong, but the Terrans are stronger.

They do it in a person-to-person way.

Forced to step out of a straight road.

It's better to remember the road than to remember the people, follow the crowd, you can find ordinary immortals, and get unimaginable opportunities.

When I think about it, isn't this the great road of the world? Many truths that point to the essence have always been around, but they are too ordinary and too casual for people to take for Xi, and they will do some things that go in the opposite direction.

......

in a special space.

The growth of the Origin Ghost Realm has not stopped, but because it has not synchronized the income from the Ghost Mother, it seems to be a little slow. However, these Jiang Xiaoyu are not in a hurry, maybe they are cannon fodder and small scum when they go out, but they are invincible here.

Thousands of years have been waiting.

It doesn't matter if you wait for thousands or even tens of thousands of years, and longer.

Looking around, this space is connected to the remnants of the Wu Clan, and now there is another Origin Ghost Country. What direction does it want to go, and what does it eventually evolve into? Unconsciously there was a little look of anticipation.

Cultivators seldom make promises, because every word they say is a cause that bears fruit over the course of a long period of evolution. As for whether this fruit is good or bad, it is unknown.

Whatever!

Wool is always right anyway.

As long as you live long enough, maybe you can live to the era before the time crossed, and take a look at yourself and your family before the crossing.

Although it sounds a little incredible.

But people always have to have some dreams.

What if it happens?

All the incense points are smashed on the progress bar, and this doomsday incense system is really depressing. If it hadn't given too much, it would have found a way to complain a long time ago.

Don't think there's no such feature.

For such a long time, it has already been clear about it.

[Incense -10,000!] [Incense -10,000!]

[......] [......]

Experience progress bar increases at a rapid rate.

While the system has evolved with the times, giving some compensation and changing some functions, its essence cannot be changed. That's why there is such a lame thing, which makes people depressed to the extreme.

[Congratulations on becoming a Great Cultivator!]

[After unremitting efforts, you have finally become a first-class master in the apocalyptic era. You can let yourself go and swim freely. Jiang Xiaoyu's

eyes widened, and he almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood and died of anger. This is the flood wilderness, you are still doing it according to the apocalyptic era, but I am afraid that I don't know how the dead word is written.

If you walk out of this temple and tell others that I am an ordinary immortal who can only transform into a god and cultivate, believe it or not, a random human monk will destroy me with a finger.

The incomparably comfortable feeling of "buzzing ......"

appeared, and the yuan baby exuded a bright light. Its form changed and it became a primordial god. The so-called transformation of the gods is to make the yuan infant qualitatively change.

Yun Jin Dan.

Adult baby.

Refining the Yuan God.

I don't know how other people practice, but the cultivation system given by the system is like this. Jiang Xiaoyu controlled his Yuan Shen and kept swimming in this space.

Incomparably majestic power accompanies the left and right.

Countless times stronger than before.

Saying.

The primordial gods are so powerful, how powerful will those true immortals, heavenly immortals, golden immortals, Da Luo, quasi-saints and saints be?

I don't dare to think about it.

Just know to go out and cool off.

That's it.

He is very self-aware of this.

When will I be able to walk out invincible, and what will become of the desolate world at that time?

Forget it.

I don't want to!

These worries should be dealt with by those tall men. After all, I'm just a little scumbag, so I won't mix it around.