"It's-"

In reality, Meng Nan opened his eyes suddenly, and the horror in his eyes was uncertain.

Everything happened too fast just now, Meng Nan controlled Baoding, and he didn't even foresee it at all.

"Conspiracy?"

Meng Nan thought of the Star Picking Patriarch.

This old man counted the hatred of his three Dao base bodies on Meng Nan, and the temptation of the 'Divine Ember Ding', he would not let Meng Nan go easily.

If he finds out, it is very likely that he will do it secretly.

But the question is -

"The old man who picked up the stars and smashed me at the beginning, but he still couldn't break the 'Divine Ember Ding', how could it be so easy this time?"

Meng Nan shook his head.

That kind of great power and killing can not be possessed by the Star Picking Patriarch.

Almost beyond the Resident Doji, unimaginable.

Meng Nan once committed suicide under the noses of Jiyi and Shoushan, and he also fought with the Star Picking Patriarch in this life, so he has some understanding of Daoji's methods.

This time, the change is not like Daoji's handwriting.

It's like—

"Heaven and Earth Tribulation?"

Meng Nan guessed in his heart, shocked and suspicious: "Could it be that this is the Heaven and Earth Tribulation that the Six Sects of Middle Earth are so secretive?" ”

It's a pity that this time he was defenseless, and his death was inexplicable, and he didn't have time to collect more information and couldn't determine what the cause of death was.

"If this is the Great Tribulation—"

"The seventh day of the seventh month of the seventh month of the 194th year of the immortal calendar comes, if I live steadily to this time in every life in the future, and I go back, if there is no way to cross the tribulation, won't I only live for one year at most?"

Crossing once, only living for a year?

In this way, Meng Nan's idea of using time to practice in the future will be shattered, and a major advantage will be lost.

"I hope not!"

Mennan prayed.

But this kind of thing is difficult to control, and there are countless possibilities in the future, there are countless ways to die in cultivating immortals, he has accumulated in 14 lifetimes, although it has been extremely profound, and there is no shortage of all kinds, but it may not be possible for every future to live smoothly to the 194th year of the immortal calendar.

If Fang Cai was really a catastrophe, Meng Nan now only hoped that he would die earlier in every life he had traveled through in the future, so that he would have more time to practice and prepare.

"It's a pity that although I'm not the kind of wicked person who can pit 'myself', I am not a good person who will break myself off to fulfill 'myself'."

Ask.

Even if Meng Nan now has no 'information panel' and becomes a tributary on the timeline and one of the millions of possibilities in the future, he will live conscientiously until the 165th year of the Immortal Calendar, and it is impossible for him to take the initiative to commit suicide and give his past self and the main line a chance to travel and come.

Even if it may become a 'branch line', Meng Nan is not the kind of person who takes the initiative to seek death.

will also work hard, will be high-spirited, trying to break out of a way, break out of the sky.

It is precisely because he understands himself that Meng Nan knows that in the next life, in the next life, he will travel through the past, and it is possible to appear in any year, and it is possible to die in any way.

Except for suicide.

……

is also idle, Meng Nan speculated and calculated various possibilities based on the possibility that 'the calamity is the catastrophe of heaven and earth', and roughly thought about some countermeasures.

After thinking about it for a while, no good inspiration and ideas appeared, it came to an end.

Then Meng Nan's ears moved, and he suddenly smiled.

Next door.

The two little brothers, Meng Xingzhi and Meng Jian, didn't sleep in the middle of the night.

Two younger, one three-year-old, and one and a half-year-old.

The big one was full of sorrow.

The little innocence.

"Brother, isn't my sister good? I want a sister. ”

Xiao Meng Jian rubbed his eyebrows, which were numb and itchy at night, with his little hands, tilting his head to look at his eldest brother with a serious expression.

"My sister is very annoying."

The little walker sighed, thinking about his cousin Meng Qingyu. This cousin has a bad stomach, and if he weren't clever, I don't know how many times he would be tricked throughout the year.

Sick of it!

He didn't want a sister like that.

"Little sister is still young."

"Sister Shumin is so good, my mother and father like it very much."

Xiao Erlang has a much gentler temperament, and his little face is full of longing, looking forward to the little sister in his mother's belly coming out as soon as possible.

"You're still young."

"You don't understand."

Meng Xingzhi was sullen, turned over, didn't talk to Meng Jian, and went to sleep.

"I'm not small~"

Meng Jian smiled stupidly, patted his chest with his little hand to comfort himself, got out of bed and trotted a few steps to his father's room, ran to his mother's side, looked at his stomach, touched his little hand for a while, and trotted back again, covered the quilt and slept peacefully.

Meng Nan looked funny.

Then he looked at Zhao Xiaoshuang, who was sleeping, and suddenly his smile froze, his eyes fell on his abdomen, and he couldn't help but pat his head, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I almost forgot!" ”

Yes!

If it weren't for the little brothers talking, Meng Nan almost didn't remember-

The three altars are still in Zhao Xiaoshuang's belly!

What about being pregnant with a baby, how to double cultivate?

"It's-"

Meng Nan couldn't help but laugh.

"Solid Qi Returning to the Spirit, Xiao Sijiu Qiong Dan Fetal Essence Interpretation of the Jade Sutra Treasure Formula" cannot be practiced for the time being, and it has to wait for the birth of Xiao Santan.

Double cultivation is not in a hurry.

Zhao Xiaoshuang has to wait.

But although Meng Sandan has not yet been born, his fate can be planned first.

"Spirit Beads."

"Innate."

"I have been in charge and refining the 'Divine Ember Ding' for nearly thirty years, and I have a clear understanding of its temperament. Although it has not really taken shape now, it is not difficult to take out the 'Wind and Fire Spirit Bead' from it according to the law. ”

The three altars are in the womb, and this matter should not be delayed sooner rather than later.

"I'll go after the next life."

Meng Nan is concerned about the catastrophe of heaven and earth, the situation of the family of five in the next life, and desperately wants to start the next life.

But—

【Opening Progress——】

【Level: Qi Training】

[Mana: 0/800] [Required]

[Spirit Sand: 0/8000] [Choose one of the two]

[Sacrifice: 0/1] [Choose one of two]

……

After being promoted to practice qi, Meng Nan has opened the future time and space three times, and the next fifteenth life will be the fourth, and the value of the opening progress is getting higher and higher-

"Eighty years of mana."

"Eight thousand catties of spiritual sand."

Meng Nan glanced at it and had a toothache.

It is said that eighty years of mana normally requires eighty years of penance to achieve.

Eight thousand catties of spiritual sand alone is no longer an easy task.

Nearly 10,000 spiritual sand.

This is a net worth that is difficult to accumulate for many peak qi training.

In the thirteenth and fourteenth generations, Meng Nan, as the head snake in southern Xinjiang, controlled dozens of mountain realms and influenced hundreds of mountain realms, but let him take out 8,000 catties of spiritual sand at one time, he would take it more than ten or twenty times at most.

At this time, it is even more difficult to do.

"Selling again?"

Meng Nan smiled bitterly.

But there is no way, his foundation in reality has not yet been achieved, there are restrictions on secretly mining micro-small spiritual sand veins in the mountains and realms, he has no skills, hundreds and thousands of places, it is difficult to collect everywhere, and there are also many hidden dangers.

Moreover, the output of micro-small spiritual sand veins is limited after all, even if there are thousands, the annual output is at most about 10,000 catties.

It will take a year to start the fifteenth generation.

In the future, it will not be enough.

"It's getting more and more insufficient."

"In my current situation, the spiritual sand will only become more and more scarce."

The fifteenth eight thousand pounds.

The sixteenth is sixteen thousand catties.

The seventeenth thirty-two thousand catties.

The eighteenth sixty-four thousand catties.

19th 128,000 catties.

20th 256,000 catties.

……

According to this trend, it will be more and more difficult for Meng Nan to open the future time and space in the future, and the time interval will become longer and longer.

Until it becomes unsustainable.

Then.

Meng Nan's main energy should be on reality, specializing in reality.

Therefore.

Until then—

"I have to understand the cause and effect of the 'Heaven and Earth Tribulation' and how to avoid it."

"Then investigate the mysteries of the Dao Ji and promote the Dao Ji realm."

"That's how it goes."

Time is tight, and the task is heavy.

Meng Nan has a lot of pressure on his shoulders.

And not even just later.

Even now.

Meng Nan has the location of many spiritual sand veins, many of which have not yet been discovered. It's just that the strength is insufficient at this time, and it can't be occupied for the time being, and it is blatantly exploited.

Similarly.

None of these conspicuous ways to make money are applicable.

For example, selling big drugs.

This money comes quickly, even faster than mining, but wholesale medicine is inevitably too arrogant and eye-catching.

"At the end of the day, it's all about strength."

Meng Nan understood the crux of the matter.

Back to the present, although he knew that there would be hidden dangers in selling big medicines, and selling treasures would attract covetousness, Meng Nan had no way to stop eating because of choking.

"Sell!"

Only continue to sell!

……

The time to come.

With the help of [Heavenly Magic], Meng Nan changed his appearance, frequently walked the mountains, and traded with many Qi Cultivators who had dealt with each other in his previous life and had a good character, in exchange for a large amount of spiritual sand.

I didn't know the prophet yet, so I went to find a few peak qi practitioners who would fail to survive the storm in advance, and waited for the immortal master to collapse and the heavenly demons to dance, and then replaced the [Heavenly Magic] with [Heavenly Demon Devouring] with [Snatching], and swallowed the Heavenly Demons to help practice and increase mana.

Running around like this, your feet don't touch the ground.

Hurry up, hurry, hurry.

Finally, at the end of July of the twenty-second year of the immortal calendar, all the accumulation was completed.

Meng Santan was conceived in mid-January, and now it has been six months, leaving little time for Meng Nan.

July 31, 22.

Successful progress -

Fifteenth, open!

……