surnamed Wang

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

Divine consciousness entered it, and sure enough, found Immortal Gu and other treasures.

"Who gave this to you?"

"An old friend."

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

Wang Gingquan picked up the storage bag, the huge amount of spiritual stones and all kinds of magic weapons in the bag were not important, what he cared about most was the gourd left by Yanlu, the stone tablet given by Xuangu, and the immortal Gu that had followed him for hundreds of years.

Di Xin looked at him strangely after hearing the words, and asked:
"What's the relationship between you and Bai Hao?"

"Bai Hao, who is it?"

"Bai Hao, God of Killing, why did he help you find the storage bag?"

Di Xin's face was stern, but his eyes were filled with apprehension. When Bai Hao found him just now, he broke out in a cold sweat.

Killing God is loyal to the Holy Spirit, but he participated in the battle of exterminating spirits. The two confronted each other, and if the other party wanted to attack, he had no chance of winning.

Di Xin's expression was well hidden, but he was caught by Wang Gingquan. He rolled his eyes, and immediately slapped his forehead and said:

"Ham, who am I supposed to be? It turns out to be Brother Hao."

"Brother Hao?"

"It's okay to tell you, Brother Hao and I have been friends for eight years. He is a relatively low-key person, and he doesn't let me talk nonsense. In the end, he secretly seeks to get back for my brother who is not up to date, loyalty!"

Although Di Xin had doubts in his heart, Bai Hao, as the leader of the evil gods, did not have the habit of helping others. This kid seemed out of tune, maybe he really had some friendship with him.

Just as he was thinking, Wang Gingquan suddenly put his arms around his shoulders, stretched out his hand to poke him and said:

"Little Yin, brother Hao said on the day of the ceremony that he will cover me in the future, my friends will be his friends, and my enemies will also be his enemies. In the realm of Asura, brother Hao can speak easily."

Di Xin's face twitched, knowing that the other party was pretending to be a tiger, but he could only forcefully suppress the killing intent in his heart, and said in a flat tone:
"You can learn the last level of Star Reaching now."

"I haven't found a suitable magic soldier yet."

"Bai Hao has already prepared for you."

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

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

He took out the broken sword, and it was rusted a lot. If he took this thing as a talisman, he might get tetanus.

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

"Bai Hao told me so, why, you can't believe that you are sworn brothers?"

Wang Quanquan reacted immediately, grinning and said:

"That can't be done. Brother Hao can do whatever he says. Can he still harm his brother?"

While talking, Wang Bingquan quickly broke the broken sword in his hand until there was only one sapphire sword grid left.

He knew that this matter probably had nothing to do with the master, as the head of Lingyun said, the old gang likes to play tricks.

When I gave myself this broken iron sword, I said it was a treasure. It was indeed a bit miserable, but there must be a mystery in it.

After he got the broken sword, he tried to use it. The blade would bend when touched, and the hilt would be crushed with a little force. Only the grid has withstood the torture again and again.

……

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

"The twelfth floor of Star Reaching doesn't actually exist."

Di Xin's first sentence made Wang Gangquan a little confused.

"To be precise, each of the eleven moves before reaching the stars can be called a twelve-level move."

The man stepped into the air with one step, and the black sword slashed down obliquely, the ground trembled violently, and a hundred-foot rift appeared on the ground.

Di Xin said calmly:

"This is the power of the star-picking swordsmanship practiced by ordinary monks."

While speaking, he swung his sword again, and the hundred-foot rift instantly turned into a thousand-foot valley without a sound, and even the small beasts dormant in the grass were not frightened.

Di Xin withdrew his sword and said with aloofness:

"This is Qi, Luck, and God combined into one sword. My cultivation is suppressed in the Mahayana stage, and I cannot exert my full strength. If the seal can be broken, this sword can turn thousands of miles of land into barren.

Shengxu leads the realm with supernatural powers, and saints use the realm to feed back supernatural powers. If there is no famous teacher to lead the way, and they can't realize their own spells, they can only stay in Mahayana for the rest of their lives.

However, if one can reach the Mahayana stage, it will not be due to mediocre aptitude and lack of understanding. If it is not for the heavens, there will still be many holy monks in the two worlds of the Three Immortals and Yangcang. "

After listening to the other party's explanation, Wang Qingquan expressed the question that he had always been concerned about:

"The junior once heard a saying that if you are not a descendant of the ancient god, you will not be able to reach the holy fairyland anyway."

"This statement is true, but there is a remedy for everything. You and I are the kings of a country, either don't do it, or do your best. I will not let you become a saint who is not even a demigod."

……

The ancient gods can be divided into full gods and half gods.

All-God, the first batch of creatures and their descendants made by the Holy Spirit, with pure blood, rapid progress in cultivation, and even the possibility of being promoted to the Holy Spirit.

Demigods, the offspring of ancient gods and ordinary beings, the weaker their blood, the less likely they are to become powerful.

The Black-headed Flood Jiao, ranked last among the Ten Great Evil Gods, is a demigod born of the ancient ancestor dragon "Zhu" and a snake.

Tang Bingtong is a descendant of the ancestor dragon, but he is full of gods. Even if he has no competition with others, his strength is still much higher than that of the black-headed jiao.

The ancient gods also have contempt. The whole god has always looked down on the demigods. Those who are lower than the demigods are ordinary monks who do not have the blood of the ancient gods.

As the last human emperor, Di Xin had the destiny of the human race. Although he couldn't compare with the real Quanshen, it was still a rare talent.

He pulled out a sharp dagger, cut his fingers directly and said:
"I will give you a drop of blood essence. After you refine and absorb it, you will have the blood of the ancient god."

"Then don't I have to call you father in the future?"

Di Xin was taken aback when he heard the words, nodded for the first time and said:
"If you want to call, I won't stop you."

Wang Gingquan made a casual remark, which made him unable to get off the horse. He turned his head to the side in embarrassment, and did not speak again.

A drop of blood with a golden awn oozes from the fingertips. Before Wang Gingquan can make a move, there is a sudden buzzing sound beside him, and a beetle with a red tint of gold rushes out of the storage bag and goes straight to Di Xin.

The latter couldn't help showing a look of astonishment, and stepped back again and again. His long hair quickly formed a long sword in his hand, and he was about to cut it out.

Wang Pingquan had quick eyes and quick hands, a cloud of aura wrapped the impetuous Immortal Gu King, and put him back into the storage bag.

"Don't be afraid, senior. This is my pet. It's a little mischievous. It probably smells like the blood of the ancient god."

"Isn't Immortal Gu extinct long ago?"

"This thing can have hundreds of babies in a litter, so it's so easy to become extinct."

Wang Gangquan still felt that it was not a big deal.

With lingering fears in his heart, Di Xin said in a deep voice:

"Immortal Gu was rampant in the ancient times, and the reason is largely caused by the Holy Spirit."

"Please tell the seniors to listen."

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

Di Xin dripped the blood from his fingertips into a porcelain bottle, closed the stopper and said:
"Immortal Gu was born in response to the spirit-killing war, and it was specially created by the Holy Spirit to deal with the ancient gods.

The most ferocious one among them seriously injured hundreds of ancient gods, devoured their blood essence, and achieved his cultivation as a saint within a few days.

In the end, it was able to take human form, and it fell completely under the joint attack of the ten good and evil gods. "

Wang Bingquan didn't expect that Immortal Gu would have such brilliant achievements, and said with a smile:

"It's really a good baby."

Then he looked at Di Xin again, "Senior, can you give me another drop of blood essence, I want to cure Xiaogu."

"roll!"

... (end of this chapter)