Chapter 1372

"Sure enough, it's a wormhole, and it also hides the source smell. It's a little interesting."

On a messy grassland in all directions, a sloppy old man rode a black donkey with a sword, followed by a man with a national face and a capital robe behind him.

If song Qingshu can recognize it here, this is the place where he has just transmitted it to the world.

The middle-aged man quickly arched his hands after hearing the speech.

"Where could Lao Zu launch the world?"

As soon as the man spoke, the old man flashed a funny smile on his face and waved his hand.

"Where in the world? How big is the chaotic universe? If I had that ability, I would still play a pig and eat a tiger in your little place? "

Hearing the old man's smile, a trace of embarrassment flashed across the middle-aged man's face, but after thinking about it, he continued to ask.

"Grandpa, can't you calculate the position of opening the wormhole? In any case, some traces have been left. It shouldn't be difficult to use your ability, isn't it? "

What the man said is not wrong. The space-time wormhole opened by divine power is not traceable, especially for the strong man standing on the top of the world like the sloppy old man, even the space-time wormhole of the strong man in Wonderland can be found by him.

But this time the old man's words disappointed the middle-aged man.

"Someone in the other party is not weaker than me, and it is a wormhole arranged by three fairylands. We can't calculate it. Don't think about it."

"But Lao Zu, the other party obviously knows our location..."

"I said don't worry. The strength of the other party is just equal to ours. I'll deal with it at that time. You can practice at ease!"

With a wave of his hand, the old man interrupted the middle-aged man's words, and immediately impatiently patted the black donkey on the stomach, indicating that the other party could go.

The black donkey looked at the middle-aged man with a worried face, shook his head slightly and walked forward. The next moment, a wormhole appeared in front of him.

"Hey, why didn't I believe what you said? But thinking that countless people are about to face war, I can't get rid of my worries. "

Seeing the black donkey disappearing with the old man, the middle-aged man sighed a little and sped away in the distance.

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At the same time, song Qingshu was standing in a tall jungle, looking at a piece of flesh and blood in his hand.

"Tut Tut, the monsters here don't know how to grow. The meat is too fragrant!"

At this time, song Qingshu had a meat piece the size of a human head. The texture on the meat was as mysterious and fascinating as Taoist patterns, but what attracted song Qingshu's attention most was not the pattern on the meat piece, but its fresh and sweet taste.

This is obviously a piece of meat with blood, but it has the smell of fruit in Song Qingshu's nose.

Beside song Qingshu, there was a dead wild boar. The wild boar was more than ten feet long, its hair was as bright as silver, and its tusks were terrible. However, what was inconsistent with its ferocious appearance was that a lump of flesh and blood was just dug on its thick thigh.

The wound also has a charming fragrance.

Just now Song Qingshu was advancing in Shizhu District, and many monsters had attacked him, but these monsters were all killed by him, which was much weaker than the human face centipede and other monsters outside.

But the moment song Qingshu knocked down the wild boar and let it leak some blood, his eyebrows shrugged. The blood of the wild boar smelled. Curious, song Qingshu dug out a lump of blood and meat from him, and the smell burst out like an explosion.

"No, it's too delicious. Let's have a try."

Although song Qingshu thought he was not a delicious person, he still couldn't help starting a fire at the moment.

With the burning of the fire, the smell of wild pork becomes more charming, and the fragrance of fruit gradually fades, in exchange for the charming smell of meat and fruit.

Finally, he roasted the wild boar with saliva and didn't put any seasoning. Song Qingshu bit it off.

"Um ~"

The delicious taste made song Qingshu couldn't help raising his eyebrows, and even his eyes couldn't help narrowing.

Before long, song Qingshu, like a beggar who had been hungry for countless days, tore several pieces of wild boar meat and put it on the edge of the fire. The aroma emitted again.

After half a day's hard work, half of the wild boar was collected by song Qingshu. He patted his belly and sat down comfortably, and his mouth was even more surprised.

"It's really tasteless... Burp, huh?"

When song Qingshu whispered, he couldn't help burping. After the burping, song Qingshu was stunned. With his burping, he suddenly noticed an insignificant change.

A trace of magic came out of his mouth!

Song Qingshu's eyes widened because of this discovery. He quickly sat on the ground and began to feel his own changes. With the perception, there was a flash of surprise in his eyes.

With his digestion of wild boar meat, there was a little divine power in his abdomen. These divine powers were only a spoonful of sea water in the ocean for him, which was dispensable for him.

But now Song Qingshu felt that this small spoonful of sea water had become his life-saving straw.

Because the little magical power in his belly can be used, although it is not much, but it will be of great use with his accumulation!

For example, now, with the operation of song Qingshu's divine power in his body, a long golden sword appeared in his hand. Feeling the bursts of dissatisfaction from the long sword, song Qingshu couldn't help laughing.

"Ha ha, Chunjun, I'm sorry for you. You can't get out because your divine power is imprisoned. Now you can accompany me into this abyss!"

Song Qingshu was very happy at this time. At this time, the magic power in his belly had been exhausted, and he used it to summon Chunjun sword.

Although he still couldn't use his divine power, with Chunjun sword in hand, his self-protection ability increased explosively. Even the previous human face centipede, he was sure to cut it off.

After all, the quality of Chunjun sword is constantly improving with his cultivation. It can do a lot of things with a sharp blade alone.

What makes song Qingshu most happy is more than that. At this time, he has a way to restore his divine power, which means that he can return to the cemetery. In the cemetery, he still has many cards!

For example, Luocha, who has grown up under his resources for five years, such as some things inherited from the strong man in Wonderland in Daoling Pavilion.

"Hey, hey, it looks like we're going to have a big meal!"

He played Chunjun sword with familiarity. Song Qingshu looked at the surrounding jungle and flashed a malicious smile in his eyes. Then he walked to the depths of the jungle with Chunjun sword.

Now he wants to replenish the divine power into the cemetery, and the way to restore the divine power he can use is to eat more.

As for the objects to eat, there are only monsters in the jungle.