As the cultivation of Jinggong ended, there were bursts of soreness from the depths of Su Lin's body like ants gnawing, and small pain points swam between the bones and muscles, like real insects.

But Su Lin was used to this kind of fine slight pain, and even enjoyed it a little, and this pain made him feel that he had absolute control over this body.

Now that the body fat has been almost completely squeezed out, it can be called lean, and from the perspective of ordinary science, the current Su Lin is undoubtedly in a very unhealthy state.

But in fact, Su Lin was even more unhealthy than he looked, and the lack of Qi had impaired his blood circulation and various organ functions, and in order to ensure maximum mobility, he had to use his supernatural powers to further squeeze his body's potential.

Su Lin turned his head and glanced at Tianzun who was napping.

Even when Tianzun was sleepy, his posture maintained a dignified elegance that ordinary women could not match, if it was not Tianzun sitting in front of him at the moment, but other women, Su Lin would definitely feel that the other party was not sleeping at all, but deliberately pretending to be sleeping to seduce himself.

Suddenly, Tianzun's hand slipped, her head lost its support and fell sharply, her forehead slammed on the table, and then quickly lifted up like a rebounding ball, and she looked around blankly.

When she saw Su Shi, her expression returned to her usual calm and calm, and she combed the messy hair on her forehead with her fingers.

"Training is over?"

"Hmm."

Tianzun stared at Su Lin's thin figure without a trace of fat, and nodded: "Although the basic strength is not enough, relying on the rigid body technique and destroying the front, it is more than enough to kill the ordinary foundation." ”

According to Su Lin's observations in the past few days, there are two Yuanying cultivators in the Ant Immortal Sect, one is his current master, Ziguang Zhenren, and the other is a ruin-guarding Zhenren who doesn't know where to retreat and cultivate.

He learned from Cong Bingqing's mouth that in addition to these two Yuanying cultivators, there were 400 people in the sect and 52 people in the Jindan, and there were countless people who practiced qi and built foundations, and it was conservatively estimated that there should be four or five thousand people, and there were even more disciples of the outer sect who cultivated land outside the sect.

The disciples above the Dan realm in the sect, except for helping the senior brothers and elders to run errands on weekdays, do not deal with daily affairs, such as guarding the gate, checking the cultivation results of the outer disciples, maintaining magic weapons, refining low-grade pills, etc., are all in the responsibility of the foundation building monks.

In other words, if Su Lin wants to escape from here, it is the minimum requirement to be able to build a foundation by practicing qi killing.

And how to steal the iron block, how to arrange the preparation for escaping afterwards, it depends on how much privilege he can get in exchange for his identity as a holy son, and only by figuring out what the ant immortal gate wants from him as a holy son, can he exercise his privileges to the greatest extent without stepping on the other party's bottom line.

"Tianzun, what is the value of the identity of the Holy Son to these sects? To what extent can I be met by them? Su Lin asked, "For example, can they let me go back to Huaiyang Village?" ”

"Look at the sect, the Holy Son is very important to the sect, but the personal needs of the Holy Son are not important to the sect, although they are called the Holy Son, but in fact they are just my spokesperson, and the biggest role is to report to me regularly and tell me what is going on in this place.

I don't care how those sons are doing.

As far as I'm concerned, it's good that they just want to live, and it would be great if they could help me manage a sect with a collective distraction in order.

But if they are made into adults and become a single-function microphone, I don't care. ”

"So, the Holy Son just sounds powerful, but in fact he doesn't have any privileges of his own." Su Lin muttered to himself, which can be regarded as a summary.

Tianzun's answer was not unexpected, even from a human point of view, Tianzun's answer was very reasonable.

God chooses the Son, just as an entomologist chooses an unusual case from among ants, and the entomist will be very concerned about the role that the ant plays in the colony, and he will watch it be sidelined, and he will watch it command more ants, and he will watch it expand the territory of the colony.

Because it is special, you may not want it to die, but you will never empathize with the tragic experience of this ant, let alone stand in the ant's point of view, do your best to escort it, and let it live the life of an ant dragon.

The title of the Holy Son, which is rare in the whole world, is placed on the head of an ant, and it cannot make an ant become a human.

This is the gap between God and man.

"You can completely regard the Holy Son as the pride of heaven in fantasy novels, with extraordinary talent and excellent understanding, in the case of serious cultivation, the future is almost destined to become a party of immortal cultivation power, if in the normal world of immortal cultivation, they must be the fragrant buns that various factions compete for.

But in this world, their treatment depends on whether the heads of those sects are sober or not.

Many sect heads don't care about the future of their sect at all, and they are only dedicated to becoming immortals for themselves.

But the general sect will definitely let you live, unless someone who is extremely crazy will risk being punished by me to kill you.

However, although they will not kill you, no one can guarantee whether you will live comfortably. ”

After speaking, Tianzun pondered for a moment and added, "But you are different from other Holy Sons, and I really have high hopes for you. ”

"That's what you say to every Son." Su Lin said expressionlessly

Tianzun looked at Su Lin with a smile: "Actually, you can be honest in front of me, although I can't read minds, but I don't think you think so." ”

"Have you learned the mantra of flying weapons?" Su Lin diverted the topic.

"I've learned it, but my luck will consume your mental power, so I have to make sure to rest these days." Tianzun said.

Su Lin nodded.

In the past few days, he has been monitored everywhere he goes, and his movement is very inconvenient, but because of his stealth nature, Tianzun can do many things, such as arranging preparations for escape in advance.

He asked Tianzun to follow those disciples who were out, to observe the other party's method of controlling flying magic weapons, and to learn how to control those flying cars, so that once they escaped from the Ant Immortal Gate, they would be able to get on the flying cars and escape as soon as possible.

In order to prevent being caught up by the pursuers of the Ant Immortal Gate on the way, Su Lin also borrowed a few detailed illustrations of the concealment formation from the library pavilion, carefully studied the layout and site selection of the concealment formation, and then asked Tianzun to explore the path and depict the surrounding map, and finally set up a formation on a hillside five hundred miles away from the Ant Immortal Gate.

Su Lin couldn't leave the Ant Immortal Gate to set up the formation, and only Tianzun could do this.

However, if Tianzun uses a flying magic weapon to go, it is easy to startle the snake, and it may even be discovered directly, so the safest option is to go on foot.

In the few days that Tianzun left, Su Lin wanted to find out where the iron was kept, and formulate a meticulous theft plan to ensure that he could steal the iron in the shortest possible time and escape from the Ant Immortal Gate!

After all, he can wait, but the villagers of Huaiyang Village can't wait, and no one knows how long the villagers can last.

Thinking in a pessimistic direction, perhaps there are many villagers and elders who have become a peach tree forever and have lost their souls.