Looking at the storage bag on the table, Wang Quanquan only felt familiar, and the more he looked at it, the more it looked like he had lost it.

The divine sense entered it, and sure enough, he found the Immortal Gu and other treasures.

"Who gave this to you?"

"An old man."

"What an old man, I have to thank him well."

Wang Quanquan picked up the storage bag, the massive amount of spirit stones and all kinds of magic weapons in the bag were not important, what he cared about most was the gourd left by Ji Lu, the stone slab given by Aunt Xuan, and the immortal Gu that had followed him for hundreds of years.

Hearing this, Di Xin looked at him strangely and asked:

"What is your relationship with Bai Hao?"

"Bai Hao, who is it?"

"Killing God Bai Hao, why would he help you find the storage bag."

Di Xin's face was cold, but his eyes were faintly jealous, and when Bai Hao found him, he was shocked into a cold sweat.

The God of Killing is loyal to the Holy Spirit, but he participated in the battle of exterminating the spirit, the two of them are opposed to each other, and if the other party wants to make a move, he has no chance of winning.

Di Xin's expression was well hidden, but he was still captured by the royal authority, his eyes rolled, and he immediately patted his head and said:

"Harm, who should I be, it turned out to be Brother Hao."

"Brother Hao?"

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, I have friends with Brother Hao, he is relatively low-key, and he doesn't let me talk nonsense, but he secretly seeks back the field for my brother who is not angry, righteous anger!"

Although Di Xin had doubts in his heart, Bai Hao, as the head of the evil god, really did not have the habit of helping others, this kid seemed to be out of tune, maybe he really had some friendship with the other party.

Just as he was thinking about it, Wang Quanquan suddenly put his arm around his shoulders, stretched out his hand and poked him, and said:

"Xiao Yin, Brother Hao said on the day of his savior, he will cover me in the future, my friends will be his friends, and my enemies will also be his enemies. In the Shura realm, Brother Hao is easy to speak. ”

Di Xin's cheeks twitched, knowing that the other party was pretending to be a fox, but he could only forcibly suppress the killing intent in his heart, and said in a flat tone:

"You can now learn to pick the last layer of stars."

"I haven't found the right god yet."

"Bai Hao has prepared it for you."

A broken sword was thrown into the hands of the king, who looked at it again and again, and finally said:

"Isn't this the one that Master gave me?"

He drew his broken sword and dropped a piece of rust, and if he used this thing as a natal magic weapon, he might get tetanus.

Di Xin didn't care about this, and said in a gloomy tone:

"That's what Bai Hao told me, what's the matter, you can't believe that you are a brother?"

Wang Quanquan reacted immediately and grinned:

"That's not possible, what Brother Hao says is what, can he still harm his brother?"

Wang Quanquan said as he quickly broke and broke the broken sword in his hand until there was a green jade sword grid completely left.

He knew that this matter was inseparable from the master, as Lingyun said, the old gang likes to play tricks.

When I gave myself this broken iron sword, I said that it was a treasure, and the appearance was indeed miserable, but there must be a mystery in it.

After he got the broken sword, he tried to use it, and the blade of the sword bent when it was touched, and the hilt would be crushed with a little force, but the sword grid withstood the destruction again and again.

……

Half an hour later, on the gentle grassland west of Lingyun, the two stood quietly.

"The twelve layers of star picking don't actually exist."

Di Xin's first sentence made the king a little confused.

"To be exact, before the eleven styles of star picking, each move can be called the twelfth layer."

The man stepped into the air, and the black sword slashed down diagonally, the earth trembled violently, and a rift appeared on the ground.

Di Xin said without hurry:

"This is the power of an ordinary monk to practice the star-picking sword technique."

With another swing of the sword as he spoke, the Baizhang Rift instantly turned into a thousand zhang, silent, and even the little beast dormant in the grass was not frightened.

Di Xin put away his sword and said with arrogance:

"This is the three of qi, luck, and god are grouped into one sword, and this seat of cultivation is suppressed in the Mahayana period, unable to exert its full strength, if it can break the seal, this sword can make the land of thousands of miles into nothingness.

If there is no famous teacher to lead the way, and you can't understand your own magic, you can only stay in Mahayana for the rest of your life.

However, if it is not for the Heavenly Dao to allow it, there will still be many Holy Void monks in the two realms of the Three Immortals. ”

After listening to the other party's explanation, Wang Quanquan said the problem he had always been concerned about:

"The younger generation once heard a saying that if you are not a descendant of the ancient gods, you will not be able to reach the Holy Immortal Realm anyway."

This is true, but there is a remedy for everything. You and I are both kings of a country, either don't do it, or do your best, I won't let you become a holy void that is not even as good as a demigod. ”

……

The ancient gods were divided into full gods and demigods.

The all-divine one, the Holy Spirit personally crafted the first living beings and their descendants, and the bloodline is pure, and the cultivation is a thousand miles a day, and there is even the possibility of promoting the Holy Spirit.

The thinner the blood of the demigods, the offspring of the ancient gods and ordinary beings, the slimmer the hope of becoming a great power.

The black head Jiao, who is at the bottom of the top ten evil gods, is a demigod born by the ancient ancestral dragon "Candle" and a snake.

Tang Bing is also a descendant of the ancestral dragon, but he is a god, even if he has no quarrel with others, his strength is still a lot higher than that of Hei Shoujiao.

The ancient gods also despise the existence, and the whole god has always looked down on the demigods, and those who are even lower than the demigods are ordinary monks who do not have the blood of the ancient gods.

As the last human emperor, Di Xin has the luck of the human race, although he cannot be compared with the real gods, but he is also a rare qualification.

He pulled out a sharp dagger, cut his finger directly, and said:

"I'll give you a drop of essence blood, and after you refine and absorb it, you will have the blood of the ancient gods."

"Then I'll have to call you dad in the future?"

Di Xin was stunned when he heard this, nodded for the first time and said:

"If you want to call, I won't stop you."

Wang Quanquan casually said a snack, which made it difficult for him to ride the tiger, he twisted his head to the side in embarrassment and didn't talk again.

A drop of blood with golden mangs oozed from his fingertips, and before the king could make a move, a buzzing sound suddenly sounded on his side, and a beetle with red gold rushed out of the storage bag and headed straight for Di Xin.

The latter couldn't help but look shocked, his figure retreated again and again, and his long hair quickly knotted into a long sword in his hand, and he was about to cut it out when he saw it.

Wang Quanquan's eyes were quick, and a cloud of aura enveloped the impatient Immortal Gu King and put it back into the storage bag.

"Don't be afraid, senior, this is my pet, a little naughty, I guess I smelled the fragrance of the blood of the ancient gods."

"Isn't the Immortal Gu already extinct?"

"This thing can give birth to hundreds of them in a litter, so it's so easy to become extinct."

The king still doesn't think it's a big deal.

Di Xin's heart palpitated, and he said in a deep voice:

"Immortal Gu was rampant in the world in ancient times, and a large reason was caused by the Holy Spirit."

"Please also ask the seniors to come and hear about it."

Wang Quanquan only knew that the number of Ancient Immortal Gu was huge, which made the monk suffer a lot, but he didn't know the specific source.

Di Xin dripping the blood from his fingertips into a porcelain bottle, closing the stopper and saying:

"The Immortal Gu was born in response to the Great War of Exterminating Spirits, and it was specially created by the Holy Spirit to deal with the ancient gods.

The most ferocious one of them seriously injured hundreds of ancient gods, devoured the essence and blood in their bodies, and achieved his own holy immortal cultivation in a few days.

In the end, it was able to transform into a human form, and under the joint attack of the ten gods of good and evil, it completely fell. ”

Wang Quanquan didn't expect Immortal Gu to have such a brilliant record, and said with a smile:

"It's a good baby."

Then he looked at Di Xin again, "Senior, can you give me another drop of essence blood, I want to open meat for Xiao Gu." ”

"Get out!"

…… (End of chapter)