The Daily Life of the Immortal King

This story may sound a bit mysterious at first, but it is true. When the Daoist Master Guang talked about the past in Xuexiang, there were even crystal tears in the corners of his eyes...

The most painful thing in life is that there is no WiFi when you want to surf the Internet, no toilet paper when you go to the toilet, no seasoning when you eat instant noodles, and no money when you die.

"Brother Gou just accepts this thing, just pass on my request to the senior outside." Daoist Guang said to Erha.

He has made enough psychological preparations, and for most people, the situation of Immortal Venerable is just out of reach.

In the early years, the Light Daoist was walking on the front. Before using this wonderful method to overcome the spiritual tribulation of reincarnation, the Light Daoist spent 500 years of life. To survive this catastrophe, the danger of this kind of walking on the front is the smallest. Yes, and a very crucial point is to have someone to help you.

Therefore, since meeting Wang Ling, Daoists of Light have been thinking about this issue.

But, will the noble person you meet in your life really be Wang Ling?

So, before leaving the soul space, Er Ha was not too polite, and directly swallowed the blueprint into his own mouth with the "spatial swallowing technique".

After leaving this space, Er Ha has woken up. As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a silver-haired youth staring at him curiously.

Xiaoyin stared at Er Ha, and shouted for a while: "Wow, I really woke up! There was some meat smell from the wooden barrel just now, and I thought it was already cooked."

Two clam: "..."

"How do you feel?" Wang Ling stared at Er Ha and asked through voice transmission.

Er Ha closed his eyes and circulated his spiritual power for a week. He could clearly feel that there was a special divine power running in his body, and he was refreshed.

After bathing in the blood of the holy beast, there is indeed a new feeling, and the spiritual power runs more smoothly than before, which can be said to be unimpeded. Not only that, it can even feel the pleasure from the depths of the soul...

This is a kind of withdrawal that improves the fit between the soul and the body.

Er Ha nodded: "It does feel a lot more comfortable." The blood of the holy beast did indeed speed up the running-in between his soul and his body.

However, Er Ha found a very serious problem!

My dog's fur has actually turned red!

"Why did my hair turn red?" I'm used to green hair, but the red clams are really not used to it. Not only ugly, but also easy to cause misunderstandings. From a distance, it looks like a Jinhua ham!

Xiaoyin smirked for a while: "After soaking in the blood of the holy beast, it will take at least a month for this color to be returned."

Pen: "It's okay, our family has a mystery!"

Xiaoyin: "What is this..."

Pen: "A pack of washing powder, ordered by the Lord himself, can wash Africans into Europeans."

"..." Xiaoyin once again felt that his three views had been hit hard.

When it was confirmed that the blood of the holy beast was indeed effective, Wang Ling was relieved. However, a single treatment could not completely solve the problem of narcolepsy. Wang Ling speculated that it would take at least three soaks to heal completely.

So, Wang Ling held his chin, and his eyes began to look up and down Xiao Yin.

The expression on this face made Xiao Yin tremble for a while.

From the analysis of the eyes, this indifference seems to be mixed with a bit of tenderness, and there is a bit of "kindness" in the tenderness... This is a typical smile hiding a knife!

"..."

Xiao Yin already had a bad feeling.

He saw Wang Ling stretch out his hand, and a square box appeared out of thin air in Wang Ling's hand.

Then, I saw Wang Ling carefully holding the box and took a deep breath... He seemed to be forcibly restraining some kind of excitement, trying to keep himself calm, and handing it over to Xiaoyin's hands, his voice still lingering. With a bit of indifference: "Your reward."

Holding the box of crispy noodles, Xiaoyin fell into deep thought: "..." He originally thought that the twenty packets of crispy noodles were a joke, but he didn't expect that the final reward was actually crispy noodles!

That was a full 4,000 milliliters of holy beast blood!

Xiaoyin felt a pain in his liver for a while, but soon Xiaoyin realized that Wang Ling felt more pain than his own liver... Who can tell him what the hell is that look of staring straight at Jian Chuang Nian and reluctant to part? what!

Pen: "This is the reward promised to you by the Lord. It has been settled in advance. Mr. Yin should still have 6,000 ml of holy beast blood to supply. I wonder when it is convenient for Mr. Yin to deliver it next time?"

Xiaoyin: "..."

It was really the first time that Xiao Yin felt that he had never been so miserable since he was born!

Xiaoyin held a box of crispy noodles with grievances written all over his face.

Just noodle...

What the hell can this noodle do?

Can it activate blood and nourish the face like Zhuyandan?

Can it clean the meridians and wash the meridians like washing marrow pills?

Can you replenish your qi like Da Huan Dan?

Can it come back to life like Huihunwan?

Or can it improve the realm like an advanced pill?

Obviously...not at all!

What's more, the existence of advanced pills is only a legend, and it is impossible to exist... Although there are relevant records in historical records, no advanced pills have been researched so far. Xiaoyin had long heard that the Xiao clan spent a lot of money, with the Xiao clan's elite alchemists as the core, and gathered thousands of domestic top alchemy masters to set up a research laboratory.

However, for more than ten years, even the basic formula of Advanced Pill has not been researched.

So, Xiaoyin waited for this box, the whole twenty packs of Crispy Noodles, and pondered...

Speaking of the realm, the highest level among the spirit beasts is the first rank, and if the first rank spirit beast wants to be promoted to the level of the holy beast, this is tantamount to the comprehension of the calamity, and it takes a huge amount of time and a heavy price.

However, there are very few cases of this kind of progressing from a spirit beast to a holy beast through later cultivation... In Xiaoyin's own impression, it seems that there are no more than two in history.

In addition to the later cultivation, the other is the pure natural sacred beast inherited purely by blood.

Small silver falls into the second category.

However, even pure natural holy beasts are divided into three, six and nine grades, and Xiaoyin believes that he should be the backbone of the holy beast queue. It belongs to the sixth-class holy beast. When he was first born, he was only the ninth grade. In order to cultivate to the sixth grade...it took him six thousand years before and after.

Two thousand years and so on...

And he is now eight thousand years old. As far as holy beasts are concerned, this age can still be regarded as a "baby". It's just that it's too difficult for the holy beast to hit the realm...

What's more, the holy beasts in this world are almost extinct now, and there may be other holy beasts, but they may all be hiding.

At least in the past hundred years, Xiaoyin has not felt the breath of any other holy beast...

Therefore, Xiao Yin felt that he might be the only remaining holy beast in the world today.

It's all so rare... Why can't you cherish me and love me?

Thinking of this, Xiao Yin suddenly felt so bitter.

Seeing the silver-haired youth holding a plain and aggrieved look on his face, the fountain pen couldn't help but sighed inwardly: Some people just don't know how to be blessed when they are born...

"Brother Xiaoyin, these crispy noodles were personally ordered by the Lord, and their value is extraordinary." The pen couldn't help reaching out and patted Xiaoyin's shoulder: "How many people, if you want them, you But it made a lot of money!"

"Clam?"

Hearing this, Xiao Yin was stunned.