Don't enter the product, Zi Nan blushed from the old face, he was born as the son of the purple-clothed mourning king, on the birth of the bloodline can be described as a serious eight hundred roots of red seedlings, the purple-clothed mourning monarch is the best among the people, how can a man who can dominate one side in Zhongzhou give birth to a son who is not as good as the product, this is not scientific!

Zi Nanli sighed in his heart with a bitter face, he couldn't understand what went wrong, it was because he was not the Purple Mourning Jun himself.

As soon as such a thought came to his heart, he immediately shook his head and laughed, for such a ridiculous idea, even he felt ridiculous.

At that time, he was born after he achieved hegemony, at that time, he was a cheap man who was high-spirited and stood at the pinnacle of life, who would be afraid of a long life, and at this time he gave his cheap man a green hat?

There are many speculators, and there are many of them, but I am afraid that few people will risk their lives to do such a thing that is unscrupulous and regarded as a great shame by men.

In his hazy memory, the purple-clothed mourning monarch was a person with a strong desire for power, and Zhongzhou was very similar to the vast land of Shenzhou he had traveled through, especially in terms of folk customs.

The status of women has not changed at all because this is another world, on the contrary, compared with the vast land of Shenzhou, the social division of labor of women here is even more unbearable.

In addition to husbands and children, some women may not be able to take a step out of their husband's family in their lives, to put it bluntly, women at this time are at best just tools for men to give birth.

Just imagine, under such a background, how could his mother have the opportunity to get the slightest bit of Tianwu rights?

How could those lustful take an interest in such a woman?

What they want is also the only daughter of those wealthy and noble, just for the sake of the other party's family background.

After ruling out that he was not the personal son of the purple-clothed mourning monarch, Zi Nanli couldn't help but wonder if there was something wrong with his cheap old man's cultivation realm.

And how is his cheap Lao Tzu's cultivation, he really doesn't know, in fact, I'm afraid no one in the entire Tianwu Kingdom has said about the current cultivation realm of the purple-clothed mourning monarch.

Who told people that since they ascended the throne of the head of state, they have never done it in person! After the status has reached a certain level, even if it is the purple-clothed mourning monarch who has made meritorious contributions, he can't be happy with revenge, as the head of the Tianwu Empire, his words and deeds have long been no longer representative of him.

He also has to fight the sword world like those sword cultivators, not to mention anything else, just the subordinates who followed his old man to eat had to be the first to turn their faces.

Could it be that when the purple-clothed mourning monarch sat in the position of the head of the Tianwu Kingdom, he gradually retreated? That's why he gave birth to an unqualified heir like him.

With such thoughts, Zi Nanli asked tentatively: "How many products is my cheap Lao Tzu?"

The middle-aged man clenched his fists and replied: "God King, if you want to know how many mortal fetuses and ordinary bones Ling Zun are, you still need to sacrifice like the Sacrifice God Tower."

"How much Xuanhui is needed, you can just say the number" Zi Nanli said arrogantly, he has now received a huge amount of money from Yun Kunyuan, and he is even full of confidence when he speaks.

The middle-aged man smiled faintly and said, "It's not much, just one Huang Xuan."

The answer of the spirit of the Sacrifice God Tower made Zi Nanli realize that the purple-clothed mourning monarch was probably not as invincible as the outside world rumored, and now he also had some experience in the exchange of this yang chao.

If the purple-clothed mourning monarch was really as powerful as the outside world rumored, then the spirit in front of him would either show embarrassment, or he would give an amazing sacrifice price, and he would never reply as easily as now, and the asking price was so low.

He shook his head, sighed softly, and took out a yellow Liuling stone from his arms and threw it at the man.

It's just that the yellow Xuanhui didn't fall into the man's hands, the texture was hard, and the Xuanhui, who was difficult to hurt with a knife and axe, actually turned into bursts of dust in the air, and a wisp of yellow light flashed in the sky.

The middle-aged man nodded with great satisfaction, and the faint smile on his face was replaced by a look of contentment.

I saw that he first arched his hand at Zi Nanli, confessed, and then pinched the magic in his hand and chanted in a low voice.

Zi Nanli was pricking up his ears, trying to hear what the man was muttering, when he suddenly felt a pain in his palm, and a drop of blood the size of a fingertip suddenly flew out of his heart.

The drop of bright red blood floated in the air, just like Huang Xuan before, only for a moment, it disappeared above the long sky, and the next moment, an extremely bright white light flashed away.

Several columns of golden words suddenly appeared in front of Zi Nanli, from left to right, the name of the purple-clothed mourning monarch and the grade of his cheap father's mortal fetus and vulgar bones.

"Mourning the king in purple, nine grades of flesh, general level, the body of a mortal fetus, the bones of an ordinary fetus"

There are not many golden words in front of him, and he can see it clearly at a glance Even so, Zi Nanli looked at it several times before he was sure that he was not dazzled.

He patted his cheeks, dabbled his teeth like a toothache, and said, "I said big brother, will you be mistaken?"

The middle-aged man clenched his fists and said: "God King, although Yang Chao cannot be regarded as the most powerful artifact in the world, it is impossible to miscalculate the body of a marketman, and your statement is too inappropriate."

"The man in your mouth is a man of the market, but the head of Tianwu who rules thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, if he is mortal, can he control that huge empire?" Zi Nanli asked with a cold face.

For some reason, as soon as he heard the words "the man in the market", a nameless fire surged in his heart.

"Since the God King has sacrificed to Yang Chao, then this result will definitely not be wrong, as for ruling thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, God King, who told you that without shocking cultivation, you can't dominate a country" The middle-aged man said calmly.

"Yes, none of the founding emperors on the vast land of Shenzhou can cultivate, and some are not even as good as ordinary people's physique, but only these people have won the country and laid a big territory" He thought secretly in his heart.

It's just that this is not a Shenzhou after all, and without a strong ability, the purple-clothed mourning monarch will definitely not survive under those open guns and hidden arrows.

"Is it possible, his previous cultivation was good, I mean before, due to some reasons or changes, his current cultivation has regressed, and even his physical body has decayed" Zi Nanli said the guess in his heart.

The middle-aged man nodded, and without a moment's hesitation, he replied: "God King, it's not possible, it must be so, according to the laws of heaven and earth in this world, most people are born with a grade that is not in the grade, only those few descendants with a strong bloodline will be born to be arrogant, but after all, those people are very few,

Just like you, the God King, you yourself are not in the product, but as long as you can improve your cultivation a little bit through the diligent cultivation of the day after tomorrow, the grade of your mortal womb and mundane bones will gradually change with the growth of your cultivation.

Talent is the upper limit, whether you can reach this upper limit, it depends on the efforts of the day after tomorrow, some geniuses spend their lives, and only give full play to half of their potential, and half, eternal life is within reach,

What's more, you are different from ordinary people, they are just passers-by in this world after all, and you are destined to rule this Middle-earth! ”

If another person said these words, Zi Nanli would only smile faintly, and he would forget all these words when he turned his head, but the person who said these words that were almost touting him was the guide of this Sacrifice God Tower, and he had to pay special attention to it.

Everyone in Yangchao is not simple, this is the truth he realized after suffering so much.

"What do you mean by that?" Zi Nanli asked with a normal expression, his calm appearance surprised even the spirit of the Sacrifice God Tower.

I don't know how much the owner of this Yang Chao has changed, but when he said this, there were only two people who could still be as unmoved as Zi Nanli.

One slaughtered the heavens and the earth, almost killed all worlds, and the other galloped across the world, dominating countless worlds.

He suddenly discovered that the host in front of him, who had the worst physical qualifications, seemed to have potential that others did not have.

"God King, since you have opened the Sacrifice God Tower, then there is no upper limit to your talent, as long as you can sacrifice to this God Sacrifice Tower, this world is a strong bloodline talent, for you, it is just a price" The middle-aged man said calmly, but his eyes flashed with a strange light.

"There's no upper limit...... so let's give it a try."