I have become an emperor, you said that covering the sky is an infinite box

Chapter 5

On the top of the majestic and towering mountain, there is a figure dressed in white clothes Shengxue, lying on the ground with pillows in his hands, with a piece of grass in his mouth, looking up at the boundless sky.

"It's still comfortable to inhale Honghuang's innate aura."

At this moment, Wang Chen stood up, let the breeze blow his temple hair, let out a long sigh of relief, with some satisfaction on his face, he shook his head again.

It seems to have returned to the day when I first arrived in the wild.

From frugality to luxury is easy, from luxury to frugality.

He has been rolling in the wild for a hundred years, and he almost couldn't move.

But just for this breath of innate aura, he is still willing to stay in the prehistoric and develop.

In the previous life, Beijing, Shanghai, Guangzhou and Shenzhen were so busy that people left sadly every day, but there was never a shortage of young people from small towns who came from all over the country.

"It's just that the water in this flood is not so deep."

Wang Chen spit out the grass in his mouth, and looked at the mountains under his feet. The majestic and majestic mountains were undulating, like living dragons, winding and circling, stretching for millions of miles, enough to gather All spiritual energy within a radius of millions of miles.

In Honghuang, it is just the kind of "small mountain bag" that can be seen everywhere, and the state government is too lazy to take care of it.

"Let's do business first."

With a thought in Wang Chen's mind, a ray of luster flashed on the surface of the black jade ring with dragon pattern hanging from his waist. He connected to the "Star Network" and sent a piece of information to the buyer he had chosen.

In the next instant, there was a faint tremor.

After receiving the information sent by the buyer through "Star Network", Wang Chen showed a smile as he should.

There is no need for buyers for incense and wish power in the prehistoric times.

A tea table with cloud patterns, two futons made of yellow cloth, a teapot and two teacups were conjured up by flipping hands, pouring tea with one's own hands, and the refreshing tea fragrance permeated the air.

Wang Chen picked up the teacup, shook it, let the fragrant light blue tea swirl around the edge of the teacup, half-closed his eyes, and briefly recalled the century-old immortals since he entered Xuanyuan Taoist Temple. way.

After a few breaths, a soft sigh sounded, with a bit of helplessness and resentment.

Before entering school, Wang Chen thought that what he was taking was an upgraded pig's foot script that pretended to be a pig and eat a tiger.

After enrolling in school, Wang Chen realized that he was too inferior, and what he got was the script of the dragon routine.

In this prehistoric age where the per capita aptitude started as "my son has the appearance of a great emperor", Wang Chen found that [-]% of the classmates around him were either from the immortal family, the second generation of immortals from the royal family of the gods, or the innate Taoist body that was rare in a thousand years, or Are they descendants of ancient beings, or descendants of great supernatural beings...

Can you imagine?
Take the sky as a reference.

The classmates with background around you are still in the mother's womb, and the amniotic fluid is soaked with pure innate aura and law rhyme; At the beginning, eat Nine Turns elixir as jelly beans, elixir of immortality as fruit, Destiny rocks as cribs, and gods and immortals as toys; when blue and blue star people just learn to walk, they have emperors, mortal immortals and even immortal kings Be your guide by hand, and there are ready-made Dao laws and Taoist insights for you to learn...

Wang Chen, who has only just cultivated in his twenties, is like a goose in a flock of flamingos, out of place and very pitiful.

Taoist Yuan Chen, a cultivator in the realm of "refining the gods and returning to the void", left all his wealth to Wang Chen before he sat down. Most of the pills, talismans, fairy crystals, formations, and puppets were consumed, leaving Wang Chen with little sincerity.

No connections, no resources, no background, no talent.

Proper poor family template.

He has already lost at the starting line, so he can only practice hard day and night, 007 every day, and spend the time of drinking spirit tea and chatting with girls on cultivation!
For a hundred years, the same thing seems to be repeated in the monastery every day and night.

Practice hard, tinker with supernatural powers, collect resources, clear tasks, ask elders... nothing else.

I have no hobbies, no close friends, no Taoist companions, and I have never even traveled outside Wuzhou.

I am alone, exhausted in the promotion system set by the Taoist academy, and after a hundred years, I am still doing nothing and accomplishing nothing.

Much like my previous self.

The young man from the small town who went to the big city to fight for several years still couldn't see the future, and was ready to resign and go back to his hometown before rushing to the street...

Sipping a sip of tea, a pale yellow light suddenly flashed above the sky, and in a blink of an eye, he arrived in front of Wang Chen, and the light dissipated to reveal a veiled figure.

The visitor was dressed in light yellow palace attire, and the fairy dress with fringe fluttered on the ground, fluttering in the wind, which further accentuated her graceful figure.

The cloud bun is high and pulled, wearing a golden step, and a three-petal plum blossom is painted on the forehead, which is simple yet luxurious.

It's not the all-white "mourning" clothes in some fantasy worlds.

If you are so poor that you pick a hairpin and give it to others, your hair will be disheveled the next second, as if you have no one at home and you have to go to the beggar gang to beg for a living.

Ahem...it doesn't mean empress.

Please make up your own mind about the "filial piety" in some ancient puppet dramas.

"Junior Sister Si Qing, I take the liberty of inviting you for a while, sorry to bother you."

Wang Chen got up quickly, and gave a sign to the female cultivator in front of him. With a gentle expression, he made a gesture of please sit down.

Si Qing, a high-achieving student of Dan Dao Academy, was born in the Si family of Fuzhou Immortal Daoist family. Xuanyuan Dao Academy ranked among the top ten beauties. It is rumored that the ancestor came from the ancient king—— King Yu.

A woman named Si Qing tapped her head lightly, moved her lotus steps lightly, and there were faintly fluttering flower petals wherever she passed. She came and sat down in front of Wang Chen. Although she couldn't see her face clearly, there was an occasional breeze that covered her face. The corner of her veil was gently lifted by the wind, and the slightly revealing creamy cheeks attracted people's daydreams.

Rou Ning lightly stroked the teacup in hand, Si Qing took a sip, and looked at Wang Chen who was sitting next to her, her bright phoenix eyes seemed to have some waves flowing under her brows, and then her ethereal voice sounded.

"Dare to ask Senior Brother Wang, what exactly are you going to attack this time..."

Si Qing was stunned suddenly, her beautiful eyes stared fixedly at a small and exquisite suet jade bottle that Wang Chen took out from his sleeve robe, and felt that there seemed to be endless creatures inside, praying, praying, pure wishes , appearing within.

"This is the power of 50 first-grade incense sticks."

Wang Chen pointed to the mutton fat jade bottle and introduced.

The power of incense and fire is also divided into grades, and the more powerful the soul is, the stronger the power of the vow will be.

A cultivator who has just stepped into the practice of cultivating the gods and returning to the void, the power of incense and incense produced by praying for one day is comparable to the power of one hundred thousand, one million, or even millions of monks who practice Qi and transform gods for several years.

The vow power of the first-grade incense belongs to the monk level of refining qi and transforming gods.

The most valuable thing in Honghuang is time.

A one-grade incense wish power requires ordinary monks who refine Qi and transform gods to pray for thousands of years.

In a remote "immortal state" like Fuzhou, even a monk who ascended from the human world, relying on the free cultivation knowledge on the star network and the innate spiritual energy that can be seen everywhere, as long as he practices step by step, he can step into the realm of refining qi and transforming into a god .

Similar to the nine-year compulsory education in China.

Si Qing couldn't calm down at all.

Just now when she was researching Danfang, Wang Chen notified her of Yiju through Xingwang, claiming that there was something she was interested in.

She thought it was the ancient pill recipe from last time, so she came out of the pill room out of curiosity and came to meet her.

Unexpectedly, Wang Chen actually took out the hard currency of "Incense Fire Wish Power"!

"Incense, the power of incense and fire, there are so many."

Si Qing's jade palm landed on the mutton jade bottle, and gently opened the mutton jade bottle, her beautiful eyes widened, and her melodious voice trembled a little.What caught her eyes was strands of golden energy, which was extremely pure, and her spiritual consciousness invaded it. She could feel serene, comfortable, blissful, precious, pious, beautiful, and wishing.

　sign tomorrow

　　
　
(End of this chapter)