Summon the Big Boss

Chapter 444 The first confrontation with the main god
Looking at the spirit full of sneakiness.

Lin Xi has no interest in flirting with it.

Indeed, it would be a pity if a good magic weapon lost its spirit.

But the premise is that this weapon must be obedient.Because the magic weapon of obedience is a good magic weapon.Otherwise... it is not as good as a piece of stubborn iron, a piece of waste.

But judging from the current situation, this weapon spirit can't fully comprehend such an important point.

It thought it had a chance to fight back.

"Very good! It seems that you are very knowledgeable about current affairs."

"Since that's the case... then... eat it!" Lin Xi suddenly changed his face.

In the Sea of ​​Consciousness of the Lingtai, the Heavenly Demon avatar turned into a giant shadow, as if a giant hand that could catch the sun and the moon, directly grabbed the little weapon spirit, and then devoured and absorbed it.

Qi Ling's soul quality is very high.

The quality is no worse than ordinary mythical souls.

Even so, this weapon spirit couldn't withstand a few times of wear and tear, and was crushed under the devour of Lin Xi's demon clone.

Regarding the soul, the Heavenly Demon naturally has an upper hand.

After swallowing Qi Ling, Lin Xi still got what he wanted.

The inheritance of the ancient demon gate, the control technique of the ten thousand Gu lamps, and a large amount of incomplete and ancient information about the Qingxiao Realm.

"It turns out that there was such a period of history in the past in the Qingxiao world. However, there are huge errors in the records of later generations."

Recorded according to the memory information of Qi Ling.

In ancient times, there were many powerful sects that occupied the Taihao Immortal Territory.

Using the resources of the fairyland, they fight each other.

In the end, almost all fairylands changed.

As a result, part of the ancient sects were annihilated in the sudden change of Xianyu, and were swallowed up by history.

And some sects moved away from the Taihao Immortal Territory and returned to the main realm of the Qingxiao Realm, gradually declining or splitting.

Of course, there are also very few parts who left the Qingxiao Realm, left their homeland, and went to a more distant foreign world in search of new opportunities.

In the historical records of the Qingxiao Realm, the news about the fall of the fairy court and some ancient battlefields of the fairy court are not the real fall of the fairy court and the battlefield of the fairy court, but the conquests between the sects that occupy the fairyland, From time to time, there are scenes of great factions falling apart.

Two different histories, because of the relationship of time, overlap and blend together.

This makes the truth hazy in the smoke and dust, appearing so blurred.

Of course, the above information is not entirely from Qi Ling's memory records.

It was Lin Xi, who combined Qi Ling's memory and his own cognition, made a summary and a certain degree of inference.

Perhaps, there is also a fallacy.

What's in the past is the past.

What is the real truth? Perhaps it never existed. Perhaps only the sage who sits high in the heavens, looks down on the top of the universe, and overlooks all living beings can know everything and understand everything.

Lin Xi is not an archaeologist, he does not need the truth.

He just needs a general possibility for his reference and guidance for his next direction.

"There are some subtle contradictions between the 'truth' I have been exposed to recently and the history that has been circulated in the Qingxiao world before, and now there is a more reasonable explanation."

"As for the method of refining the three corpses into Gu worms...."

Consciousness returned, and Chu Lingxiao, with bright eyes, looked at the Wan Gu lamp that had lost its spirit with a strange expression.

It is not easy to refine the three corpses into Gu, even in the heyday of the ancient magic sect.

Not only is the process complicated, but it is also extremely dependent on Wan Gu.

It is necessary to collect a large amount of strong blood energy and various poisonous and evil spirits, and gather them in ten thousand Gu cups, so that the three corpses can be refined into Gu according to the inherent method.

And if there is no weapon spirit to control the ten thousand Gu lamps, the probability of refining the three corpses into Gu insects will be reduced by more than half.

Increase consumption for nothing.

"It's not impossible!"

"Bring out the ten thousand gu cups first." Waving his hand and putting away the ten thousand gu cups again, Chu Lingxiao didn't think about taking away the ruins of the ancient magic gate, and quickly started to return the same way.

With the Lord God's control over the "chosen one" under his command, he must have sensed the death of Lu Dayong and the others immediately.

I'm afraid that by now, the second group or even the third group of people going to the ruins of the ancient magic gate are already in place!

Lin Xi guessed right.

The Lord God is very angry now, but the anger did not make him lose his mind.

As soon as Lu Dayong fell, he already felt that the breath of true spirit left by Lu Dayong in the Infinite God Realm was gone.

So this time, the main god summoned the three most powerful teams under his command to work together and receive the same task, blocking the exit of the ancient demon gate ruins.

Just waiting for Chu Lingxiao to appear, they set up traps, joined forces to attack, and captured ten thousand Gu lamps.

In the restaurant, Meng Xinghe took out a jug of wine and took two wine glasses.

Then he said to Sumeru: "I'm going to find someone to have a drink, Monk, do you want to accompany me?"

Xu Mi said: "The poor monk will not go! But look at your state as the benefactor... it should be a small victory now!"

"Congratulations!"

Meng Xinghe waved his hand and said, "How can we talk about victory before we are out of danger? How dare we talk about victory before the end?"

After saying that, Meng Xinghe walked out of the room.

Follow the white jade-carved stairs to the door of Room No. [-] on the fifth floor.

"There are visitors, good wine in hand, and good stories."

"Is my friend interested, let's have a chat and have a drink?" Meng Xinghe asked standing at the door.

The door creaked and opened by itself.

In the room, it is not the original furnishings of this restaurant.

I don't know when, in this small space, there are more gardens, gazebos, low mountains, ponds, and a small courtyard that looks simple but actually reveals details everywhere.

It has become a small world full of life and contentment.

There is a woman with a graceful figure by the river, wearing a thin white gauze dress, raising her hand and waving her arms, the snow-white gauze is dazzling white, and the two cinnabar moles on her heart are even redder, making people panic.

In the courtyard, there are also young girls in bellybands who are drying all kinds of agricultural products, fruits and vegetables.Under the bright light, the slender, firm and plump body seemed to reflect the taste of summer.

In the gazebo, there is a noble and arrogant beauty in plain clothes playing the piano.

On the short hills in the distance, there are a few delicate and lovely girls who are innocently fluttering butterflies and picking wild vegetables.

Such a simple and unpretentious rural life is monotonous and boring.

However, a real man like Meng Xinghe likes such a monotonous and simple life.

In an increasingly complicated and noisy society, there may be fewer and fewer people like Meng Xinghe who yearn for such a simple, boring, and uninteresting life.

And everything that suddenly appeared in the guest room seemed so natural, so taken for granted, and absolutely without falsehood...but it lacked the proper owner here.

Meng Xinghe didn't care, and sat under the big banyan tree in front of the small courtyard with the jug in his hand, and stroked the dust on the table with his sleeve.

Then he poured himself a glass of wine.

Those girls in and out of the courtyard, from far or near, secretly looked at Meng Xinghe.

She was dressed thinly, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

Some jumped directly into the pond, using the water in the pond to cover themselves, accidentally leaking the spring light.

Others, go back to the house quickly, and then shut the door tightly with a snap.But he quietly poked open the paper on the window, peeking at Meng Xinghe's handsome face.

Meng Xinghe was contented, sitting alone drinking, looking at the scenery at the moment.

The wind is just right... the tulle is clear.

The sun is just right... the dialysis is clear.

The flowers are just right... complement each other.

The beauty is just... charming and charming.

(End of this chapter)