Simulated Cultivation of Immortals: The beginning of the game is full of comprehension

"Xuanniao."

"Do you want to be a saint?"

It was still a bland and indifferent reply.

But in an instant, the black bird jumped up, its wings flapped rapidly, and its mood was very exciting!

Compared to those indifferent words, she paid more attention to the other party's content.

Do you want to become a saint?

Sanctify!

As a descendant of Zifeng and a great demon in the Holy Realm, Mo Li knew very well what the word "Saint" meant, and how powerful and terrifying the creatures in the Holy Realm were.

That means the essence of life has completely changed.

He is a stalwart creature who has reached the end of his transformation from mortal life and is worthy of being named a saint.

Every saint is almost a legend of this race.

Holy land!

Since ancient times, heaven and earth have gradually declined.

There are almost no living beings in the world who can seek the holy realm.

For example, even if the human race is extremely powerful, suppresses mountains and rivers, and establishes the supreme divine dynasty, there are still only a few saints.

The human race is strong and seizes the position of the protagonist of heaven and earth. It is loved by heaven and earth and lives in Zhongzhou, the most beautiful place between heaven and earth. For millions of years, the divine dynasties have changed and the Taoism has become more and more prosperous.

Strong men emerge in large numbers, masters are like clouds, and after vast accumulation of years, the strong men who have reached the realm of first-grade sub-sage are like crucian carp crossing the river, countless!

But even with such a huge base, only nine saints came out and established orthodoxy to suppress Zhongzhou respectively for the nine holy lands.

As for Confucian saints, Mo Li heard from his ancestors that such saints can only be regarded as false saints who rely on human nature.

There is no immortality, no freedom, and there are all kinds of restrictions. Although it can be brilliant for a while, it still cannot achieve true results in the end.

So do the math seriously.

There are only nine saints.

It can be regarded as the destiny of human race for millions of years.

The number nine is the ultimate. After the nine saints, the destiny of the human race has been changing day by day.

Although thousands of years ago, the human race had an opportunity to change their fate against the will of heaven. In order to gather the power of humanity, they forced a saint to come, re-established the Supreme Divine Court, and suppressed the mountains and rivers in the name of the Great Zhou Dynasty.

Unfortunately, the middle road collapsed, causing countless casualties. The human race was completely devastated and was no longer as prosperous as it was in the past.

Holy, this word carries too much weight.

It's so heavy that he alone can suppress an entire era.

So important that every monk, when he embarked on the path of spiritual practice, deep down in his heart once longed to be the son of destiny, to be able to attain enlightenment and become a saint, and to leave his own immortal legend.

Only one of these creatures can come out.

They will all be majestic creatures that dominate the entire world.

Although the human race is in decline now, with each generation being worse than the last, yet another saint can be born in the human race at this time.

Then immediately, everything can be reversed.

The blue sky above and the yellow spring below are overwhelming, overwhelming the six heavens and ten earths.

Respect them all!

This is the power of the Saint, the strongest being under the sky in this era.

If I could pass on this saint's Taoism and get it personally, I might really have a chance to peek into the legendary realm.

"Senior...Senior!"

"Mo Li, does Mo Li have a chance to become a saint?"

Xuanniao replied with a trembling voice.

"Can."

"But, I have a request."

Unexpectedly, Xuanniao received a reply quickly.

Mo Li's mouth opened wide and his expression was very pretentious.

"Senior, please tell me, Mo Li is willing to devote himself to the saint even before he dies!"

With great opportunities ahead of him, Mo Li made up his mind.

No matter what the saint asks for, you must do your best to satisfy the saint.

"I am similar to your ancestor. Due to some reasons, it is inconvenient for me to be born at this moment."

"I need you to help me walk here."

"If I come out of seclusion in the future, I can allow you to take over the position of my disciple in person."

"Are you willing?"

In the yard.

Xiao Zheng'er looked up at the sky with some surprise. On the tree branch next to him, the little swallow nodded to the air like crazy.

He was very confused.

Is this little bird going crazy?

Mo Li ignored Xiao Zheng'er's gaze and continued to reply to Li Xiang.

"But according to the command of the saint!"

I originally thought that this time I was miserable enough, but for no apparent reason I was beaten up by a group of powerful human beings, and my cultivation was shattered.

It was also picked up by two children and used as pets.

It can be said that life is difficult for birds.

But now, I actually have a chance to get the inheritance of a demon saint.

Instantly she felt that all the grievances were worth it!

To know.

Among the Monster Clan, any creature that can step into the Holy Realm can leave a strong mark in history. Almost all of them have become mythical figures of the Monster Clan, offering sacrifices and enshrinements to future generations.

What an honor this is.

Who knows, she may also have a chance to become a legend.

Such as that one hundred thousand years ago, in the era when the human race covered the sky with one hand, the great emperor Qinglong of the demon clan emerged from nowhere.

In that era when humanity ruled the heavens, the supreme divine dynasty was high in the sixth heaven, and the demon tribes barely had a place to stand.

Demons were given the name of evil spirits, and human monks kept them as domestic animals, eating their flesh and blood, refining their essence and blood, and extracting their inner elixirs to aid their spiritual practice.

It was in that darkest era that Emperor Qinglong rose from the mortal world.

With the humblest grass carp body, he went against the will of heaven, overthrown all opponents, and forced his bloodline to rebel against the true dragon. He took that step and became a saint.

Taking the body of a true dragon, he fought fiercely against the human and divine dynasty.

Living in the darkest age, we have created a world for our demon clan to have a place to live.

After that, they counterattacked the Sixth Heaven with great courage.

Fighting for annihilation, fighting for the counterattack of humanity at its peak, the Divine Court of Humanity, which was at its peak, was dragged down from the sixth heaven, and directly silenced the unified human race for thousands of years.

If the Holy Land hadn't revived in Zhongzhou, the emperor would probably have pushed Zhongzhou away as well.

Life is full of ups and downs, either in battle or on the road to battle.

From grass carp to real dragon, life has created a way for our demon clan to survive.

Rather than seeking longevity or power, I would rather die to gain a chance for future generations.

Do I, Mo Li, have the chance to be so graceful?

As she thought about it, she almost fell off the branch again.

It wasn't until a message came that she woke up from her fantasy.

"By the way, how did you contact me?"

"I don't remember that I summoned you."

Li Xiang asked.

His tone was still calm, as if nothing could cause his emotions to fluctuate.

Mo Li was a little surprised.

The main reason why I was able to find the Saint was because he used the holy object [Tongtian Order] to broadcast information over a large area.

Within a hundred miles, any demon cultivator who has entered the second level can sense the message.

However, judging from the saint's meaning, it seems that he does not know the situation?

Mo Li thought for a while and realized it immediately.

Yes!

The Saint just said that she is a creature of the same era as the ancestor, or even older.

With the power of the saint, there is no need to do these trivial things by yourself.

It must have been done by the servants.

The saint has just recovered and may not have considered these details at all.

On the tree branch, Mo Li was thinking crazily.

It has been recorded in the ancient books of the clan.

Now that heaven and earth have changed, it seems that the saint can no longer exist in the world forever.

They are too powerful and cannot be tolerated by heaven and earth. Therefore, after becoming saints for a thousand years, they will either perish in the mortal world or enter the ninth level of heaven.

There are nine levels of talent, and the top three levels of heaven are inaccessible to non-saints.

Since ancient times, many mysteries have been spread.

Some people say that it is the ruins of the ancient heaven above, and that the last method of immortality remains on it.

Some people say that there is a divine road to heaven above, and that those saints have left this world.

Most of these creatures with the name of saint will step into it when the time comes.

Of course, if you really want to survive forever, there is another trick.

Cut yourself off with a knife, lower your cultivation level, and then use secret methods or divine objects to suppress yourself and forcefully cross the years.

This is the case for my ancestor Zifeng.

He cut himself with a knife, crossed the years, crossed the world of mortals, suppressed the fate of the demon clan, and threatened the human race from afar in the southern wilderness.

Although these self-destruction saints are no longer as powerful as before, they are still far higher than ordinary first-class ones. Once they are born, they are still invincible in the world.

It's just that he cut himself with a knife and the Taoist foundation collapsed. After he was born, he would die within three years.

Therefore, there are very few saints who are willing to kill themselves.

Only I, the great sage of the demon tribe, killed myself and hid in the world in order to continue my race. I, the demon tribe, can rely on me to intimidate the human race.

Think of this.

Mo Li suddenly became more respectful to this saint who was hiding near Chiyang County.

She thought quietly.

Even if Senior Heishan doesn't accept him as his disciple, it's still right for him to do something for him.

This is a saint who is willing to give up immortality and cultivation for the future of the demon clan and the creatures of the demon clan.

Worthy of the respect of all demon clans.

"Senior, it's Mo Li who didn't think carefully."

"I didn't consider that senior has been silent for too long and doesn't even have a servant by his side."

"Senior actually needs to control this thing himself."

"The younger generation will never forget the great virtues of our seniors in the Monster Clan. In the future, we will definitely return to the clan and build a temple to worship our seniors."

"Um?"

Li Xiang was confused.

What is Xuanniao talking about?

"The reason why the junior was able to contact the saint is because the senior used the holy object [Tongtian Order]."

"This object is quite special. It is refined with the blood and luck of the demon clan. When used, if it is not adjusted, the surrounding demon clan can hear the message. If it is adjusted, private communication can be carried out."

"Senior's cultivation is extremely strong. I think this thing is usually used by servants. I didn't notice it, so it was overheard by this junior."

Xuanniao explained seriously.

Li Xiang's brows slowly relaxed.

It turned out that it was because of this that I got a token from Bai Ze, but I didn't expect it to have such effect.

"Senior, this junior will never forget your great kindness to the demon clan!"

"Whatever arrangements you have, I will definitely do whatever I can do!"

South of the city.

In the kitchen, Li Xiang looked at the nonsense words that kept flowing out of the token.

His expression became increasingly confused.

"This black bird doesn't seem very smart."

"Usually I'm the one who attacks others."

"Why, she seems to be attacking herself?"

Li Xiang was confused and looked at the message from Xuanniao.

Xuanniao seems to have made up an image in his mind of sacrificing himself for the demon clan, killing himself, intimidating the human race, and finding a way out for the demon clan.

This made Li Xiang feel a little surprised, and he held the token and muttered to himself.

"Don't be like this, you are like this."

"It will make me look very unprofessional..."