Eight hundred and two: Something that viruses hate

Xue Cheng followed the coordinates given by the elf and traced it all the way.

The turbidity cultivators encountered on the road were all collected by Xue Cheng, and the female cultivator was responsible for pulling the monster, and none of the turbid cultivators used their hands to fight.

Ten Thousand Worlds is the name of this world given to by the high-ranking monks of the Spirit Realm, and in real terms, this world is more than ten thousand worlds.

Under the Linglong realm is the spiritual realm, and there are many small worlds under the spiritual realm, and each small world breeds a different number of small worlds, and there are also a different number of small worlds under the small world...... Every world only knows its existence when you enter, and no one can go through all the big and small worlds, so no one knows how many worlds there are in this world.

"I know how many worlds there are in this world. When Xue Cheng and the female correction were discussing the number of ten thousand realms as they walked, such a voice suddenly appeared in their minds.

"Virus?" Xue Cheng immediately thought that this guy had appeared, if it was this guy, it really had the ability to go through this Ten Thousand Worlds, because he could split countless of himself, "Do you know how many Ten Thousand Worlds there are?"

"That's right!" the virus proudly patted his chest and said, "In order to help you, in the past three thousand years, I have been dividing, growing, and merging, and it has taken three thousand years to finally visit all the worlds and understand the customs and local specialties of each world." ”

Xue Cheng snorted coldly: "Even if you don't want to help me, you have to keep splitting, growing and merging, right? That's the rule instinct of your virus, and you can't fight it at all." ”

The virus was dumbfounded for a moment and then said, "But I went to the entire Ten Thousand Worlds to help you investigate the development of turbidity cultivation. ”

Xue Cheng said: "Okay, I will accept your love." Let's talk about how many small worlds there are in the Ten Thousand Worlds and the development of turbidity cultivation. ”

Virus said: "Maybe you don't believe it, there are 77777777777777777 worlds in this world, large and small, and now, there are a different number of turbidity cultivators in each world, and turbidity cultivation has a characteristic, the farther away from the low-end world of the Linglong realm, the higher the cultivation of turbidity cultivation, which is just the opposite of the aura energy, the energy of the Linglong realm is the richest, and the farther away from the low-end world of the Linglong realm, the thinner the aura is. ”

Xue Cheng said: "It's not uncommon for turbidity cultivation to be inversely proportional to spiritual energy, it should be a coincidence that the number of worlds is a multiple of seven, right?

"Yes, come with me, I'll take you to the Holy Land of the Slaughtering Immortal Sect, that Holy Land is really disgusting, strings of pus, vomit-" When it comes to the Holy Land of the Slaughtering Immortal Sect, even the virus can't help but feel disgusted, which shows how insoluble that place is in this world.

Master said that the Immortal Slaughter Sect is here to destroy the world, and it is really very anti-world, and even the viruses in this world hate them.

"Then can your virus eat the strings of tumors in the Immortal Slaughter Sect's Holy Land?" Xue Cheng asked.

The virus immediately disgusted: "That thing feels uncomfortable for the virus from afar, and if you eat it, am I tired of being crooked?"

Xue Cheng said: "Let's go, let's go to the Holy Land of the Slaughtering Immortal Sect to see what that string of tumors is." ”

Virus said: "If you just visit that kind of tumor, you don't have to go to the Holy Land of the Slaughtering Immortal Sect, the Holy Land of the Slaughtering Immortal Sect is disgusting and terrifying, I don't want to go there a second time." The strings of tumors are connected by the slimy, disgusting silk threads that have spread to a small world not far from here, and I'll take you there. ”

The doctor bandaged the pus and broke the pus, and it was not swollen today, but the eyes were still painful, and there were signs of scabbing, and I don't know if there would be a scar.