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Zhentian Saint King's Mansion, the east side hall of Zhentian Holy Temple, is the place where contemporary Saint King Wang Lingchi practices daily.
Perhaps it is because the name contains the word "Ling". Wang Ling was extremely tall and thin. On his long and thin face, a pair of light green eyes were particularly obvious. At first glance, they looked like two mung bean-sized eyes. Emerald, set on a melon seed.
Dozens of pretty maids, wrapped tightly in black brocade, with their hands covered by huge sleeves except for their cheeks, stood upright at the entrance to the east side of the palace. They stood there upright, their eyelids drooped slightly, their eyes only on their 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 is not very good, and the reaction speed of the palace ladies is a little slow, which is fatal.
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. There are mostly low-grade and medium-grade spiritual stones, and high-grade spiritual stones are extremely rare. Some of them have so many impurities that they are clearly waste that does not enter the mainstream.
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 of the spiritual stone pile, and was continuously swallowed by him. into the belly.
The grade of these spiritual stones is not high, and the extracted spiritual energy is also mixed with a large amount 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, gradually harmonizing the qi and blood in his internal organs according to the attributes of the five elements, slowly removing impurities, and transforming them into their pure nature. , pure magic power that is mild and has no side effects.
The energy and blood in his body were rolling like a tsunami. These pure mana gradually merged with his essence, and using his body as a furnace, they were 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 crippled body trembled slightly, and his left index finger became as crystal clear as red crystal, with a strange light flickering inside. He took a deep breath, took out a jade knife and cut his index finger. 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 can obtain all the magic power equivalent to that of an ordinary true immortal after several years of hard work by taking just one drop. Moreover, the process of absorption and refining 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 that a peak golden immortal absorbs in a day and night is often equivalent to the entire cultivation level that an ordinary true immortal acquires through years of hard training. After long-term research, the top golden immortals of Xiaoyaoji finally discovered this method of using their own essence and blood as a bridge to reconcile the vitality of heaven and earth to refine the creation ointment.
Because Shengsheng Good Fortune Ointment 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 to pieces.
Wang Lingxu is the best among the peak golden immortals. Among the many powerful people who have become kings and emperors in Xiaoyao Mountain, his strength can also be ranked in the top 100. In just a few hours, he devoured the mountains of spiritual stones, and refined them 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 randomly 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 and 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 left quietly with a dozen maids.
A strong wind blew in, and the door of the hall slowly closed. Countless golden gravels suddenly emerged 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 out a futon, and sat on it. He looked at Wang Lingqi with a serious face, gritted his teeth and growled in a low voice: "Those two people are really going to fight us to the end. This time, our sect's holy grace summoned a group of exiled tribesmen to return to our sect. , the three of us are the ones who are qualified now, 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 runes shaped like poisonous snakes spinning rapidly. He gritted his teeth and said sternly: "We promised so many benefits, and 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 be heard endlessly. From their feet to the top of their heads, their bodies quickly turned yellow. colored rocks. Before long, they were transformed 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: "This sect has spoken. This time, we are not allowed to fight among ourselves... Even if our group has enough strength. We destroyed 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 true that most of my body has already stepped on the ground. Once you enter that realm, I won’t be able to suppress it for another ten years at most.”
Wang Ling'an was extremely talented, even the most talented Holy King in Zhentian Holy King's Palace for countless years. When he was born, he had the cultivation level of a seventh-grade sub-sage. After practicing for a hundred years, he broke through to the lower third-grade, which is equivalent to the realm of a ninth-grade golden immortal.
In just 130,000 years, Wang Lingxi had broken through to the upper level of the sub-sage realm, which was equivalent to the strength of a first-level golden immortal. It was at that time that the previous Holy King abdicated on his own initiative and handed over the Holy King's throne to Wang Lingchi.
After becoming the Holy King, Wang Lingqi'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 10,000 years, the power of the Holy King Zhentian's Palace has increased by more than ten times. The Holy King Zhentian's Palace, which was originally ranked around a 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 semi-saint cultivation 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 no saint is allowed to appear in Xiaoyaoji.
These big families in Xiaoyaoji were formed by the erring children of the major saint clans. They carry the title of sinner, and they are casual cultivators who are not recognized by the saints of our sect. They can be peak sub-saints, they can be half-saints, 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 as members of the sect. Death Camp'.
The death camp was a ghost place that swallowed countless lives.
They were cannon fodder troops specially used to fight vicious, tough, and inevitable battles on the main battlefield of the central main domain, the Kirin Domain, against the invasion of the Holy Spirit Realm. All saints, including the three supreme saints, must select a portion of their elite members to be sent to the death camps every certain number of years.
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 Saint Clan naturally did not want their direct relatives to be sent to die in the death camps.
Therefore, they focused their attention on these tribesmen who were sentenced to exile because of 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 using secret methods. Then the wolf-like law enforcement team of the sect will come roaring in, forcing the newly promoted saints and some elite clan members to join the death camp. Potency.
Wang Ling's deceased Taizu joined the death camp and died.
His great-grandfather joined the death camps 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 the Zhentian Holy King's Mansion had no intention of breaking through. 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, at most ten years!" 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 tribe achieves If we comply with our request and are relisted in the family tree by our clan, we... I won't have to participate in the damn death camp!"
(End of chapter)