[Ding, congratulations to the number of online viewers in the live broadcast room has exceeded 10 million, please make persistent efforts and achieve better results].

Xing Tian looked at the prompt that popped up on the screen, and a smile bloomed on his face.

He could clearly feel that a powerful force of common life was rolling in, the big head fell on Qin Fake Immortal, and the small head fell on him.

However, even this small head is not small.

It's too fast to develop believers to gather the power of faith, and there is no price to be paid for this will.

Unlike the power of incense, you have to make a wish.

"I didn't expect me to start a live broadcast and make a lot of money, hahaha, Lao Qin is really my lucky star."

Xing Tian cracked his mouth with a smile and looked up at Qin Fake Immortal who was beginning to talk like a river on the stage.

“…… There are many people present, or there are many people whose skills are higher than that Fengyun Wuji, but there are few people who have cultivated in the way of the sword can compare to Fengyun Wuji.

With the cultivation of the sword path of the wind and clouds, it is natural to see that this strange man named Ximen Yibei has reached the limit of all human beings at the speed of his sword.

Shooting successively no longer means anything to a person like him, and what seizing the opportunity is not effective for this person at all.

A sword comes from the west, and immortals fly outside the sky.

Na Ximen Yibei said indifferently, and then slowly withdrew the long sword: "I will only make one move, only one sword, as long as anyone can catch my sword, this book of Xuan Ming is yours."

Smack, if you want to know what happens next, please listen to the next breakdown".

Qin Fake Immortal took a picture of the shocking wood and ended today's storytelling.

"Ah, how did it end, it's too depressing, how do you want to make the hero feel cool.。

"Xingtian God, let the storyteller say a few more paragraphs."

"Let him continue to say, what kind of story is this, I am not happy to tell my human race so miserable."

"Wow, Ximen Yibei is so handsome, I can only make one move, only one sword."

……

The barrage frantically swiped the screen, drowning everything, and today did not wait for Fengyun Wuji to turn the tide and rescue Taigu.

After listening to such a depressing book, how can you sleep well at night?

Xingtian looked at the barrage, hehe, he raised his hand directly and closed the live broadcast room, without replying.

Group chat, the little devil will.

The little demon king of the Cheng family: Damn,,, who is this storyteller, I want to kill him to urge the change.

My wife is Su Su: Have you also watched the live broadcast room of the Great God of Xingtian? Wow, the ancient martial arts are so powerful, they can open mountains and crack stones, go to the sky and enter the earth, and they can also soar, and their skills for millions of years are so powerful.

Lotus leaves: Go together, who will you incense this time?

My wife is Su Su: Give incense to Nuwa Niangniang, the last time I went with Changsun Chong, it was very spiritual.

Bai Tu: Fool, the god of punishment is a witch clan.

Wang Daofeng: It makes sense, I thought about it, how about going to Houtu Temple.

Cheng Family Little Demon King: I agree, it sounds reliable.

Lotus Leaf: Yes, right away.

Countless people in Chang'an City moved, and after experiencing the previous urging incident, they now know how to urge the change.

That is, find the head.

The flow of people poured towards the Nuwa Temple and the Houtu Temple.

Somewhere in the forest, a minotaur commanded a group of demons to carry a large rock in the shape of a long strip.

The little demon stepped forward and asked, "King, King, who are we carving last time when we carved Nuwa Niangniang last time?"

The minotaur snorted and said, "Carve me a Hou Tu Niang."

"Okay".

……

"Is this the Houtu Temple?"

"yes, yes".

"Okay, the little ones come in with me and make incense."

A group of monsters lifted their stealth and rushed in with a hula, "Monsters, monsters", and in the screams, the sparse stream of worshippers suddenly dispersed.

……

Reincarnation, the forest of seclusion.

The back soil of the panda raised his head, feeling the power of the incense rolling in the dark, and countless prayers sounded in his ears.

"Please urge the mother to change".

"Please urge the mother to change".

"Please urge the mother to change".

……

Houtu smiled dumbly, this is enjoying the same treatment as Nuwa, this piece of incense can catch up with the usual ten years of accumulation.

"Hahaha".

"Hahaha".

"This little heavenly demon split his clone and hid in the Dijiang realm, wanting to develop silently, but what he didn't expect was that he avoided Nuwa, but he was targeted by us again, hahaha."

The goddess of reincarnation laughed heartily, and a trace of tears appeared in the corners of her eyes.

Houtu covered his mouth and chuckled: "No, this palace is beautiful and kind-hearted, so it won't be as arrogant as Nuwa's stinky temper."

Urging more, it will be very gentle".

In the Dijiang Realm, Qin Fake Immortal shuddered.

Qunyu Pavilion, Zhao Zhao shuddered, with a bad expression, he is a monk, it is impossible to be afraid of the cold, this must be someone behind his back to say bad things about him.

"Zhao Zhao, you can start," At this time, Zhun Ti's voice sounded in his ears.

Zhao Zhao nodded, in ten days, has Zhun Ti already been arranged in one of the three thousand worlds somewhere?

Just waiting for him to release it.

If you want to create a world, the work must be his first release, if Zhun Ti releases it first, it is Zhun Ti's work, and the power of desire will not be blessed on him.

Open the mobile dashboard.

With a finger in his eyebrows, he took out the content of the first episode of the comics, Zhao Zhao stretched out his hand and pressed it, and a new comic appeared in the comic bookshelf APP.

The comic is grayed out and cannot be flipped through.

"Zhun Ti Buddha Mother, you can start," Zhao Zhao finished the start and said.

"Very well, in seven days, I will bring the Wishing Power of the Commons," Zhun Ti said, cutting off contact.

Trample! Trample! Trample!

Footsteps sounded, and the Nine Heavens Xuannu in a long skirt came to Zhao Zhao, and said with a calm face: "The new comics are online, why don't you give them to me first."

She is the person in charge of the review who accepted Lao Jun's fate, and Zhao Zhao made her very angry by doing this.

Looking at the angry Xuannu in front of him, Zhao Zhao smiled and said: "Xuannu Niangniang, this cartoon is for the Buddha's mother, are you sure you want to try it for the first trial?"

The Nine Heavens Xuannu was startled.

Is this the one that Zhao Zhao and Zhun Ti Sage traded?

That's right.

Before, when Zhao Zhao traded with His Majesty the Jade Emperor with a divine soldier in exchange for freedom, it seemed that the cartoon that traded with the Zhun Ti Saint was the Divine Palm.

"Moreover, I have already set the content of the comic to be visible in the area, and the common people in the earth immortal world cannot see it," Zhao Zhao said with a smile.

Xuannu nodded and said, "That's good, by the way, when will you update the fox demon comics."

Zhao Zhaotan spread his hands and said: "It's not that I don't update, it's that those players in the chicken game only know how to win chickens every day, and they have forgotten that the comic fragment combination in the golden egg can be exchanged for comics."

"Hmph, as the controller of the mobile phone, do you know how many pictures can be put together by the fragments sent out now"?

"Knowing and redeeming are two different things".

"Huh, what is this"?

The Nine Heavens Xuannu snorted dissatisfiedly, and suddenly stepped forward to look at Zhao Zhao's table in confusion: "The Legend of Sword and Fairy III, what is this, is it a script?"

"Wrong, it's the script".