I have a promise with the beauty

In a world of water, on a huge wooden boat, Yang Qingshan drank the water lily fairy tea unique to the Luoshui tribe. Although the name has the word "sleep" in it, he felt refreshed after drinking it. Yang Qingshan felt as if he was steaming.

Just like in a sauna, his pores opened, and the surrounding spiritual energy poured into Yang Qingshan's body uncontrollably.

"Are there any seeds?" Yang Qingshan asked in surprise, wanting to plant this water lily fairy tea in his own world.

"Yes, haha... Since the future god is interested, we will give you some seeds and give you the method of firing them." The leader of the Luoshui tribe said happily, clapped his hands, and several female indigenous people, dressed in fancy clothes,

He walked in coolly, holding a plate in his hand. On the plate were some crystal clear seeds, which released a faint aura. The fragrance had already drifted into Yang Qingshan's nose as he moved around.

Yang Qingshan smiled comfortably and collected the seeds sheepishly. He took a look in his hands and found that the seeds and firing methods had entered the world and flew into the city like a miracle. There were already nearly two hundred people in the city.

, most of them were in pairs and became partners of double cultivators. They were ecstatic when they saw the miraculous seeds falling. This brought good news to their boring lives.

Yang Qingshan closed his eyes and observed the situation in the cities in the world, and found that the scope of these people's free activities was only in the city. This city can accommodate a million people, but for these immortal cultivators flying around, it is far from enough.

As soon as Yang Qingshan thought about the activities, a spiritual thought was released, and the city's seal continued to expand under this spiritual thought, gradually wrapping up all the empty places outside the city.

The leader of the Luoshui tribe did not disturb Yang Qingshan's meditation with his eyes closed. In his eyes, Yang Qingshan was a god. Would it be wrong for the future god to close his eyes for a moment? Yes, so the leader left the cabin with a smile and stood outside, imagining.

The future of Aboriginal people.

Yang Qingshan's spiritual consciousness entered the world and scanned his world carefully. I don't know when, after entering the integration stage, this world already has an area of ​​hundreds of thousands of miles, with high altitude and vast land, but only less than two meters.

Hundreds of people have too little life. Yang Qingshan suddenly thought that it would be great to plant some plants in his world, but Yang Qingshan only has some seeds of spiritual grass in his hands now.

"A seed is a seed." Yang Qingshan smiled bitterly, raised his hands, and the few spiritual herbs he had spiritually flew out and landed in the mountains and rivers of the world, within the scope of the seal's expansion.

Qingshan knew that when these spiritual herbs were discovered by those junior brothers, they would use these spiritual herbs to build their own medicine gardens. Only in this way would they improve their cultivation. Maybe when he comes next time, he would

Maybe a new sect will appear in the world.

Yang Qingshan smiled with his eyes closed. Just now, he saw that the immortal cultivators in the world found that they could go out of the city and fly freely in the world hundreds of thousands of miles outside. Yang Qingshan showed a happy smile, because who

I don't want to be locked up in one place all the time.

"Old man Tianyue would probably be dead if he were here." Yang Qingshan laughed at himself, and suddenly saw a dozen immortal cultivators flying out of the city dragging a tall stone statue. Yang Qingshan was a little confused, thinking that these people were dishonest cultivators.

How about making a stone statue when you are practicing for a living?

Yang Qingshan transformed into the shape of a gust of wind and chased after him. He watched dumbfoundedly as these immortal cultivators placed the stone statue of Old Man Tianyue on a mountain peak, followed by two smaller stone statues, all of which belonged to himself and Ziyang.

, as the golden boy and beautiful girl of Old Man Tianyue were placed on the left and right, in the end Yang Qingshan looked blankly at nearly two hundred immortal cultivators worshiping Old Man Tianyue, and by the way, worshiping himself and Sister Ziyang.

"Why old man Tianyue? Not me?" Yang Qingshan became angry, and the wind he transformed into became violent. Two kinds of power from heaven were at work. Wind, thunder and lightning condensed his tall and mighty image, and he came to this place majestically.

The world is like a world, between the lightning and flint, overlooking the immortal cultivators below who are looking up at themselves.

"God...save me." Nearly two hundred people shouted at the same time. The male immortal cultivator naturally knew Yang Qingshan. This was his eldest brother on the Void Gate planet back then. The female immortal cultivator only regained consciousness a few days ago and did not recognize him.

, but they all shouted to God.

"I'm not here to save you, I'm here to show you a clear path." Yang Qingshan said sternly.

"Ming Lu? Let us out?"

"This is a complete world. You don't need to go out. You can still understand the world here. As long as you cultivate to the immortal level, you can leave naturally." Yang Qingshan said with a guilty conscience. He didn't want to let these people out. Let them out.

Now, the secret that he had a world before the immortal level was exposed. For today's immortal cultivators, it is a standard to reach the world through immortal level cultivation, but it is unheard of to reach a world as huge as Yang Qingshan's.

Yang Qingshan knew something about it from old man Tianyue before. Today's immortal cultivators are not practicing ancient inheritance. Some of them are newly created in tens of thousands of years. If they are not immortal techniques, they can only be regarded as magical techniques, so

After they entered the Immortal level, the world knowledge they had opened up in their minds was a small area as big as a palm. Only Immortal Techniques could open up a terrifying area like Yang Qingshan's. The secret that Yang Qingshan obtained in the Blue Water Blessed Land was a lost legend.

The Immortal Technique was mastered by Yang Qingshan by accident.

Old man Tianyue said that even if Yang Qingshan was created by God with the spiritual root of Tianlei, he still had an average talent. However, because of his special luck, this ordinary talent became extraordinary. Yang Qingshan became a very young person.

He was a single person who practiced Immortal Art since childhood, and was an unprecedented genius.

Seeing more than a hundred immortal cultivators looking at him stupidly, Yang Qingshan calmly smiled and said: "Are you worshiping this old man?"

"Yes, he is the Lord God."

"Lord God? That's ridiculous. What about the golden boy and the beautiful girl?"

"He is the Lord God's medicine boy."

"Presumptuous!" Yang Qingshan said angrily, with terrifying spiritual pressure surging all over his body, making the people kneeling below tremble all over. They had never seen such a powerful being.

"This old man is the housekeeper. That woman is the maid."

"That……"

"I am the Lord God, and this world belongs to me." Yang Qingshan said coldly.

"Yes, yes, hurry up, hurry up."

Nearly two hundred immortal cultivators transformed the stone statue together. After a while, Yang Qingshan was placed in the highest position. Zi Yang beside him was turned into a maid, and old man Tianyue also changed his appearance and became a butler.

, more than a hundred people breathed a sigh of relief when they saw Yang Qingshan’s satisfied smile.

Yang Qingshan looked at the desolate mountain peak, raised his hand, and under his spiritual thoughts, this ordinary mountain peak became filled with fairy spirit. At the same time, a huge door with radiant light descended from the sky and landed on the mountain peak.

On the top, it formed a perfect combination with the three stone statues. For some reason, Yang Qingshan's actions seemed to affect a certain pattern. Yang Qingshan felt his forehead rush, and a powerful thought force appeared in his mind.

"What a powerful power of faith? Is this Gate of God also related to the power of faith?"

Yang Qingshan looked at the Gate of the Gods in confusion, but could not see any mystery, so he simply built the mountain into a road of worship, with winding steps leading from the foot of the mountain to the top of the mountain along the nine paths.

Shang Jinran also built an altar based on the indigenous tribe, and Yang Qingshan left behind his own seed of faith, a green flame of faith.

As soon as the flame of faith fell on the altar, Yang Qingshan felt that the power of his faith was growing crazily. And just when Yang Qingshan was using this sudden faith to refine his body and mind, a black seed in his body suddenly snatched away

With the power of faith, the tongue began to sprout.

"Ah!" Yang Qingshan screamed in pain, his body stumbled in the air and fell into the sky.

More than a hundred people were dumbfounded, watching their "main god" fall straight on the altar, unconscious.

"Okay, the 'Lord God' is in trouble, let's see if we can get out." said a somewhat ambitious immortal cultivator.

"You're crazy. This is his world. Even if Yang Qingshan is unconscious, we can't escape from this world. Don't forget, we need talents to penetrate the seal here." Another more rational cultivator said.

"Hmph, what kind of Lord God? When we were sealed by the king of the Wild Wolf Gang, he also claimed to be a god. What happened? It's not like we failed." A female cultivator sneered.

More than a hundred people discussed together and completely forgot about Yang Qingshan, leaving him in a coma.

Yang Qingshan, who was in a coma, was unusually calm. He saw clearly that the power of faith in his body was swallowed up by a black force, and the power of faith was snatched away. Yang Qingshan felt that his power was rapidly increasing.

As time went by, Yang Qingshan knew that this was Master Rou Shui, the demon seed left in his body by the half-demon and half-human being causing trouble.

Yang Qingshan had no choice but to watch half of his faith being robbed before he woke up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw more than a hundred people arguing around him. Yang Qingshan sneered and made a sound, stood up, and suddenly a hundred people

Many people became quiet and behaved like children.

"Stop arguing, I am not your god now, but your life and death are in my hands. You must respect yourself, retreat, and return to the city to live your life." Yang Qingshan said coldly and majestically,

At the same time, a ban was placed on more than a hundred people, erasing all their memories of themselves, leaving only their worship of Yang Qingshan, making them think that they had been in this world since they were born, and then they felt at ease.

"It should have been like this a long time ago." Yang Qingshan smiled bitterly and stood on the altar, looking helplessly as the flame of his faith turned into two colors, half green and half black.

"Steal faith from me? Humph, Master Wu Shui, you still don't know that I have a powerful world. Let me show you the power of this world."