Fantasy: Life Simulator, Ten Years to Become an Immortal Emperor

Soon.

The monk sitting in the middle was apathetic, his nose was blue and his face was swollen, and he ran to the outermost periphery to meditate.

"Groove, it's still like this."

Ning Ze's eyes lit up.

He thought there were rules and no fights.

That being the case....

Ning Ze stood up abruptly and walked down.

Many of the cultivators next to them heard the footsteps, and their faces were immediately filled with fierce and vicious expressions, exuding their most powerful momentum.

"Boy, don't mess with Grandpa without opening your eyes!"

"Stay away from me!"

Several cultivators shouted angrily.

Ning Ze glanced at them and ignored them.

Too weak.

It only has the breath of his two babies or so.

Ning Ze continued to walk forward, and had already reached the position in the middle of the divine pool, where the concentration of spiritual energy was at least more than twice that of the periphery.

I could already see that many disciples of the Netherworld Sect were meditating in this position.

"How? Want to try it?" A middle-aged cultivator saw Ning Ze stop, looked up at him, and showed a hideous smile.

"No need." Ning Ze grinned, already having an idea in his heart.

The mysterious mist around the spirit spring was so thick that even the divine mind could not see through it, and it was impossible to see who was sitting inside.

However, there must be a young generation of Tianjiao disciples in Youzhou, and if there is a rash conflict, I am afraid that the elders outside will not stand idly by.

Since that's the case, let's sit on the first floor outside the Spirit Spring!

Thinking of this, Ning Ze walked straight down.

"This kid doesn't want to live, dare to go down!!"

"The people sitting inside are all the Tianjiao of the younger generation!"

"Maybe I'm lost..."

"Get lost, get lost, get lost..."

Several cultivators said in a strange manner.

At this moment, Ning Ze had already walked to the outer layer of the Spirit Spring, looked around, and saw an old man with black robes and crane hair beside him, and said to him.

"Old man, make way?"

The old man turned his head to look at him, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he smiled back angrily: "Young man, don't be so arrogant, do you know who the old man is?"

"Oh? Who is it?" Ning Ze raised his eyebrows.

"The old man is the Elder Taishang of the Earth Demon Sect, the old man with dry bones!!" The old man snorted coldly with disdain, and a proud look appeared on the old face full of ravines.

"It turned out to be the old man with dry bones!!"

"Is it famous?"

"You don't know the dry bone old man, he has been famous in the north of Youzhou for many years, and he has a great reputation, and he can stop children crying at night! ! ! There are achievements in the early stage of killing the Avatar God, and there are many means!!"

“......"

There were two cultivators behind them, looking at the old man's eyes with trepidation.

"Oh, I haven't heard of it, it's not from the Netherworld Sect anyway."

Ning Ze muttered.

In the next second, the nine great yuan babies in the golden sea circulated wildly, bursting out with all their strength, and a monstrous terrifying aura burst out instantly!!

"Bang!"

With Ningze as the middle point, there was a burst of ripples like a shock wave.

The terrifying power directly shook the surrounding cultivators away!!

The old man with dry bones was the closest, and he received the strongest impact, and suddenly opened his mouth to spew out a mouthful of old blood, and his thin body was like a remnant in the wind, falling heavily beyond a hundred zhang! !

"Groove!"

"Who is this guy? So fierce?"

"Just use the momentum to shake the dry bone old man away?"

"It's too powerful, it should be the personal disciples of those hermit old guys!!"

The monk who was affected by the pond fish on the side stood up, looked at the figure who dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, silently walked back to the original position, his eyelids jumped wildly, and his heart was shocked!!

"You..." The dry bone old man wiped the blood from his mouth, his eyes full of horror.

Ning Ze turned his head and glanced at him, smiled and asked, "Can I do this?"

The dry bone old man gritted his teeth, his eyes flickered, nodded unwillingly, then turned his head and took a few steps back, grabbed an unlucky cultivator, and coldly shouted: "Get out!!"

The unfortunate monk cursed secretly and continued to push his seat back.

It immediately triggered a butterfly effect, which changed several positions before slowly subsiding.

Ning Ze felt the rich breath coming from the tip of his nose, expressed satisfaction, and was just about to sit down.

From that mist came a voice.

"Friend, come and sit with me!"

Ning Ze was stunned when he heard this, and frowned slightly.

The fog was hazy, and even if you were so close, you couldn't see the figure clearly.

Who invited him?

However, I think the status is not low, and if it can be recognized by the people in it, there should be no conflict.

Ning Ze hesitated a few breaths and walked towards the Spirit Spring!!

Following that voice, sit down cross-kneeled beside him.

"You're strong."

"Let's cultivate first, the Creation God Pool will only be open for three days, go out and talk about it!" The man said a word, and there was no sound.

Through the mist, Ning Ze could vaguely see the silhouette of a man.

As for who it is, it is estimated that he will not recognize the appearance when he sees it.

That's it.

Ning Ze didn't think much about it, and began to frantically swallow mysterious energy...