The Golden Elixir is A Star, and You Call This Cultivation?

Qi Yuan took note of the invitation letter.

However, three hundred years later, the Demon-Slaying Conference?

How could he afford to wait?

In three hundred years, the Qing Dynasty was dead, right?

He ignored it and logged off at the speed of light.

When the annoying wooden cat puppet kept meowing again, Qi Yuan did not throw small dried wooden fish into its mouth this time.

He stood up, patted the wooden cat puppet on the head, and looked at the beautiful morning light outside: "The day's plan begins in the morning!"

He cheered up and glanced into the storage bag.

When he saw the mountains of books and jade slips on the exercises, his face suddenly dropped.

"When you come to another world, you still need 996!"

In the Black Mountain Sect, Qi Yuan spent a lot of effort to remove the books from the library, as well as the jade slips of the exercises.

For Qi Yuan, the practice is the most important thing.

After all, most of the techniques in this world are not suitable for you.

He needs to read other books, then use the information he sees with his own eyes to accumulate knowledge, and finally perfect his own skills.

Last time, there were more than 600 Jade Slips of martial arts used by junior sister Jiang Lingsu. At that time, Qi Yuan took a rough look at them and found that they were all useless for two days.

But now, there are more than 600 exercises to read, and the books are much harder to accept than the jade slips of the exercises.

In addition, the last time it was just a technique for the Qi Refining Stage, he could take a quick look at it. Now, to perfect the technique for the Foundation Establishment Stage, he had to take a closer look.

There are so many books that I can never read them all in a month.

Qi Yuan buried his head in a book and read carefully.

He looked at it very seriously.

Because this is the basis for his creation of the foundation-building technique.

He took boring exercises more seriously than advanced mathematics.

It's a pity that I read it very slowly. It takes a long time to read a book of exercises, which is not as good as quantum reading.

"It's better to build the foundation of Heavenly Dao early, but it's better to put the spiritual consciousness outside, so that you won't be so tired when reading." Qi Yuan flipped through the books and felt that the spiritual consciousness is really a good thing.

It's a pity that only after the foundation period can you release your spiritual consciousness and do quantum reading.

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For several days, Qi Yuan read during the day and played online games at night.

With the blessing of his wife, Qi Yuan is already able to walk freely in the world of clothing.

Although he still couldn't kill the ugly emperor, as his strength increased, he could also hurt the ugly emperor.

The terrifying ugly-clothed monster emperor couldn't do anything to Qi Yuan.

Qi Yuan could only be allowed to go on a killing spree amid the restrictions on clothing.

The strong sword cracks the skull!

"I have no head, how can you crack my skull?"

Qi Yuan, as always, entertains himself by voicing these costumed monsters and finding some fun for himself.

Otherwise, the boring time of spawning monsters would be too boring.

The experience bar skyrocketed.

At level 89, he is not far away from level 90.

Qi Yuan glanced at the flying ugly emperor from a distance: "Slip away."

He was too lazy to fight the ugly monster king, so he had to wait until he reached level 90, then he would be more confident.

Qi Yuan immediately exited quickly.

I've killed almost all of them today. I can't stay online anymore because my brain won't be able to bear it.

After uncoupling himself from Xiao Jie, Qi Yuan dug a hole as usual.

Suddenly, he saw a few purple fruits on a crooked tree in the cemetery.

It's like a cross between grapes and apples.

He picked some and took a bite. The sour taste like bayberry exploded in his taste buds: "It's pretty good. Do you want to have one?"

He handed it to Xiaomai.

Xiao Jian did not respond.

Qi Yuan sighed: "Without a mouth, I can't eat, and I can't... I still have to divorce this marriage!"

Xiaomai felt aggrieved and pulled out a wooden sign.

Qi Yuan smiled, took his wife into his arms, and got into the pit.

He changed into a comfortable position, like a salted fish lying on the bed, holding the cold bride in his arms, and then sent a message to Jinli.

However, he lowered his head and looked at the cute and cute girl, quietly getting married.

He froze for a moment.

I have a wife and still chat with female netizens. Is this considered cheating?

It seems that after the divorce, the court will definitely order him to compensate her.

He had nothing but a great sword.

Without thinking much, Qi Yuan and Jin Li started chatting again.

Jinli is like the night wind by the river, cool and moist, blowing on people's bodies like a trickle of rain.

"Is there anything unusual in Sima Ting?"

"Be careful."

"I'm almost done cleaning up the clothes and hats. Maybe I can help you."

"Good night. I'm too sleepy. I can't stay up late playing games anymore. I have to get up and read tomorrow morning."

Seeing these messages, Jin Li, who was dressed in silk gauze, also replied "Good night".

At this time, she had a gloomy look on her face.

A few days ago, a powerful emperor-level man in the Prime Minister's Mansion died inexplicably and tragically.

This was definitely a good thing for Jinli, but she couldn't be happy no matter what.

Sima Ting and her maintained a delicate balance.

Now, with the death of an emperor-level powerhouse, Sima Ting may no longer care about face and legitimacy, and will forcefully force his way into the palace.

Recently, Nangan Kingdom's military mobilization has been extremely frequent.

Jin Li could already feel the military front and the murderous atmosphere permeating Kyoto.

And all she can rely on is thousands of forbidden troops.

Imperial power was shelved twenty years ago.

How can she recover now?

Jin Li was exhausted and with a strong sense of sleepiness, she slowly fell into a deep sleep.

What she didn't know was that a major event was being plotted in the Prime Minister's Palace at this time.

Sima Ting, the powerful prime minister who was originally domineering and noble, was like a pug, with his waist bent.

Next to him, there were two people, one fat and one thin.

The fat man is the big demon that Sima Ting least wants to see.

In his early years, he gained momentum and relied on the power of this great demon.

This is his leverage.

The thin man is an emperor-level expert from the Tianyun Holy Sect.

He didn't expect that the two were actually connected.

Now, the two most powerful forces in the world have set their sights on Nangan Kingdom.

The pressure fell on him.

The Thin Emperor narrowed his eyes: "Sima Ting, they are just some mortal troops, why do you feel bad?

This is a great achievement. After three years, the Holy Lord's plan will be successful. Whichever country you want, you can get it from these dozen countries. "

The demon emperor laughed heartily: "Those who achieve great things don't stick to small details."

A few days ago, they, the demon clan, cooperated with the substitute of Holy Lord Tianyun to kill the real Holy Lord Tianyun.

As a price, Tianyun Holy Sect ceded Nangan to the demon clan.

At this moment, the emperor of the demon clan came to fight with the handwriting of the supreme emperor.

The front line is very simple. It is to kill the military power of Nangan Kingdom and at the same time refine a supreme imperial weapon - the Bloodless Emperor Staff.

The conditions that need to be met to refine this imperial staff are extremely stringent.

Therefore, he contacted Tianyun Holy Sect to put pressure on Sima Ting.

Let Sima Ting mobilize troops and horses to enter Kyoto.

After setting up a large formation, accumulating the killing energy of the military formation, and then encircling a city to make the blood energy rich to the extreme, you can create the supreme imperial weapon, the Bloodless Emperor's Staff.

And what needs to be consumed is the foundation of Sima Ting.

His army, and the entire Nangan capital.

Sima Ting wanted to object, but facing the two most powerful forces in this world, he could only surrender.

Now his life is in the hands of others.

Hearing that the strong men of Tianyun Holy Sect offered some benefits, he could only take them.

"Everything is in accordance with your orders, all the troops are already slowly entering the city."

Previously, Sima Ting had deployed his troops outside the imperial capital.

Now, just letting these troops enter the city will be very fast.

"Sima Ting, you are very good. You are ambitious and know how to advance and retreat. Tianyun Holy Sect will not treat you badly." The Thin Emperor patted Sima Ting on the shoulder and was very satisfied. "This matter is over. You will have a sign from the elders of the palace. , in Tianyun Holy Sect, your status is not lower than mine."

Sima Ting felt happy when he heard this.

That's what he desires.

He is the chess player who has the title of "Elder of the Palace" and overlooks more than a dozen countries.

But now, even if you have great power, you are just a chess piece involuntarily.

"Thank you, sir!"

The demon king grinned widely: "I heard that the queen of your Nangan Kingdom is a great beauty with a beautiful country.

I have always liked to collect wine vessels. When the imperial capital is destroyed, I will leave the head of the queen to me. The beautiful head is still a queen. It must be used to hold wine. It will taste very moist and is the most suitable. "

Sima Ting felt a chill after hearing this, but nodded in agreement: "Okay!"