Chapter 98

"Strong."

"So strong."

"Really strong!"

Wei long felt that he could smash a mountain with one punch.

He knew it was probably an illusion, but as his body became stronger and stronger, he was intoxicated.

"This is the way I pursue! What power, what maid, everything, is vulnerable on the road of self strengthening!"

Wei Long's self-control ability is improved, which is invisible and in line with his heart.

In a trance, he touched the exquisite true meaning again, this time more within reach.

There is no trace of exquisite and true meaning. You can't gather together to find its beauty. Like the sound in the air, the color in the phase, the shadow in the water and the image in the mirror, the words are endless and the meaning is infinite.

That is enough to control the self perception of God and devil body.

At the moment, in Wei Long's heart, he seems to get rid of the fog and see a more real world, which is the source world of power.

Heart.

The heart is lofty.

The original heart remains the same.

But in the end, the door of Linglong's true intention was not easy to open. Wei long felt that a forced wave should be able to open, five to five.

But after pushing it away, the thunder robber added himself. He may not even have a chance to open it.

Scared, scared.

If it's cool, it's a loss.

"Forget it, forget it, why force it? It's good to be natural." Wei long quietly guessed the true meaning in his heart and no longer forced it.

The first time I felt my mood improved was when the ancient Chinese Chamber of Commerce was initially established. He pointed out the country at the gathering of true disciples. One word can determine the rise and fall of a city.

Then he felt detached from worldly affairs.

"Exquisite true meaning is a kind of beauty. If you want to surpass the God and devil body, you must have the strong idea of God and devil."

With the improvement of bone inscriptions, Wei Long's body degenerated and his spiritual perception increased, just as if his true understanding would rise with the strength of skill improvement.

Wei long once again realized the difference between the cultivation way of the human race and the cultivation way of the Pantheon.

One is my power, the other is my power.

Leaving aside the way that the Pantheon needs the higher God to give God blood for cultivation.

actually.

The path of the Pantheon may not be without merit.

For example, if someone's heart turns to the light and takes the road of the light Protoss, his own perception and the source of power will continue to fit, regardless of whether the power is my own or my own power.

But I am one with the transcendental source.

"Yuan 13 should be the strong one in this situation." Wei long moved at the thought.

He suddenly understood.

There should be such people in the Pantheon, because when the cardinality reaches a certain degree, there must be those who meet the origin.

"The Pantheon is digging the corner of the Terran."

Wei Long's heart is a little heavy. Now the most important thing restricting the development of the Pantheon is the limited divine blood of the superior God.

One day, God's blood is infinite, and everyone can choose the way of origin suitable for themselves.

Then, who is the evil way?

A barren mountain, this is the edge of the wilderness, and there is no smoke.

A tall figure, with a tall treasure book floating in front of him, saw that the man poured "one yuan heavy water" into it. Behind him, the true image of a prison beast appeared, and the black prison fire also poured into the treasure book. Purple clouds shrouded the treasure book, and an incomparably terrible force was brewing in it.

The figure, of course, is Wei long.

Wei long injected "one yuan heavy water" and "prison beast flame" into the "black iron book", which is also a part of the miracles of the black iron Book reaching the level of the best God and demon soldiers. It can absorb the power of fire, water and fire coincide, and vaguely repel, forming a powerful force. The black iron book has grown to ten feet.

Wei long came to the sky and punched out.

Boom!!!

The earth trembled.

It was felt for hundreds of miles.

Almost indescribable ferocity seems to touch the root of power.

It is a kind of extreme violent power. The black iron book with solid attributes gives full play to the violent power.

The mountains roared and the earth fell apart.

The mountain turned into rubble, like stones, from which it crashed, then rolled around and fell, from the mountains to the Tiankeng of the basin.

"So I can really smash the mountains." Wei long looked at a messy land.

The wild animals living on the edge of the wilderness, like frightened little rabbits, keep running away.

A shadow of ruins shrouded the world for more than ten miles. Wei Long's figure moved and refined the wave of animals into precious blood.

These wild animals are not enough to fill his teeth.

However, Wei long, who was born in a deserted village, knew that he had created a small wave of animals. It was only a small effort for him to erase it. However, if the deserted village where he lived encountered something, he might die without life.

You can't forget your roots.

After demonstrating his ability, Wei long didn't know how to describe his strength.

If the golden elixir realm really has a taboo level, he should be here by now.

Probably.

It's really hard to judge whether it's specific or not.

But whether he arrived or not, the power was his own. Wei long knew that the realm of gods and Demons was getting closer and closer to him.

And his heart is strong enough to control the power of gods and demons.

Outside Baibao city.

"The auction is over?" Wei long came to Baibao city and found that compared with the crowd for more than half a month, there are still many people on the street, but much less than before.

"It's over." seeing Wei Long's safe return, Zeng Qingru was in a good mood, but he still told him: "I've heard about the death of snake 6, snake 7 and yuan 13. Don't rush forward like this next time."

Then he handed a porcelain vase to Wei long.

Zeng Qingru had some regrets in her heart. She blamed Chen Ming, the damned green onion, for recruiting Wei long in advance without saying hello to him.

Before Wei long grew up, he was so greedy for divine blood that Zeng Qingru was afraid of his accident.

Wei long opened the mouth of the bottle and found that there was a drop of blood as bright as stars, with amazing silver blue color and breath.

This is not only a drop of divine blood, but also probably condensed from superior divine blood.

"This is the blood of the true God refined from a silver horn Protoss I once killed. Take it if you need it." Zeng Qingru said.

The elder didn't care, but Wei long knew that this drop of true God's blood was no less than the treasure of huojinteng.

Wei long was inexplicably moved. It was obvious that the elder was afraid that he would rush to kill the son of God and lead to danger.

The pantheon of gods and demons can't be unaware of this organization, but the members of the gods and demons are loose, and the tasks are transmitted one-way. Even if traps are laid, we don't know who is performing the tasks.

The demon society is a small circle of like-minded people. It is more out of a sense of responsibility to prevent the expansion of the Pantheon.

The more such people are, the harder it is to target the Pantheon.

The chicks like Wei long, who are greedy for God's blood, are easier to be targeted.

"I said not to take risks, but to take risks." Wei long thought and woke up.

He has always vowed not to take risks easily, but after killing mingba, the divine blood was so fragrant that he "wisely" asked wanrenzhu for some information.

Wei long is not unable to kill, but a little anxious.

Killing snake 6, snake 7 and killing yuan 13 are too close. I'm afraid there will be more superior gods around some young talents in the Pantheon, waiting for him secretly.

Wei long thought he was calm and low-key.

But deep in his heart, he was really floating. Sun fenghan, an old true disciple, closed the door and apologized. Liu Wufeng, the leader of the law enforcement team, resigned and gave way.

Hey.

People are like this. If they are not careful, they slap themselves.

And I don't know.

In the end, I can't escape one. It's really fragrant.

"The Pantheon asked us for the eighth day of the Ming Dynasty and wanted to negotiate with us in advance." Zeng Qingru nodded with satisfaction when he saw Wei Long's enlightenment.

......

"I won't go."

Zeng Qingru asked people to take good care of Wang Duoduo. Now that the auction of Baibao city is over, Wang Duoduo is taken good care of

All the way to the town hundreds of miles away from the giant crocodile mountain.

Zeng Qingru and Wei long came to pick him up. The little guy was uncomfortable.

"Aunt Pingping, I won't go." Wang Duoduo grabbed a woman's hand. He was raised white and fat, and his little hand was chubby. "I want to follow aunt Pingping."

The woman, named Zhen Pingping, is a disciple of lingxu Dongtian. She is sweet and lovely. At the moment, she coaxed: "didn't Duoduo say he wanted mom and dad?"

"I want aunt Pingping, aunt Pingping."

Wang Duoduo almost forgot his parents.

Wei long and Zeng Qingru looked at each other.

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Ekou city is a city that gradually flourished due to the development of giant crocodile mountain Xiayu mineral deposit.

Some people say that there was once a pure blood shortage animal ancestor crocodile in the giant crocodile mountain, in which the precious blood was scattered in the earth, forming a Xiayu mineral deposit. It's just a legend.

The largest family in Ekou city is the Wang family.

The Wang family made a fortune by mining. In the hands of the previous generation's owner Wang Chuanping, it really became bigger and bigger, and even established cities, which became bigger and bigger.

"Hey."

In the Wang family courtyard, Wang Jiadong came out of the inner house and had a big quarrel with his wife. He was in a bad mood. "Haven't you heard from Duoduo yet? What's the attitude of the Pantheon, regardless of Ming Ba?"

"Master, there has been no news of Ming ba for more than half a month. We can't investigate the Liyu building. The demon Zhou family didn't let the news out."

A scribe dressed up as an aide said, "our plan should be done."

"I hope so." Wang Jiadong sighed. His father was a strong man and led the Wang family to prosper.

But from Wang Jiadong's point of view, his father's vision was still too short-sighted.

That year, after the discovery of Xiayu mineral deposit, Wang Chuanping knew that they could not swallow it alone. The Wang family had no strength to monopolize it at all.

He also cooperated with the demon Zhou family and was informed by the Pantheon before determining how to develop it.

A hundred years ago, the Pantheon just established a branch hall in tiesha city. It was in urgent need of funds. I didn't know where I got the news and wanted to forcibly seize the minerals found by the Wang family.

Wang Chuanping's clever means directly attracted lingxu Dongtian. He used 20% of the Xiayu developed by the mine to let Zeng Qingru, who is still a true legend, intervene.

At that time, Zeng Qingru, who was about to abdicate, was already on the edge of the realm of gods and Demons and needed resources.

Same.

I also deeply understand the threat of the Pantheon opening a branch hall in Nanhuang to the spirit ruins, the cave and the human race.

Pushing the boat along the river exerted the influence of Dongtian, and failed to let the Pantheon succeed, so that the Wang family could dominate the mineral affairs.

"But success also benefits, failure also benefits." Wang Jiadong sighed and said to the literati around him, "you said that if my father had completely voted for Zeng Qingru and lingxu cave, he would probably not have suffered a terrible disaster in his later years."

The scribe advised, "master, it's urgent to keep the Wang family."

"As a son, I'm in vain! As a father, I'm unqualified!" Wang Jiadong clenched his fist.

Wang Chuanping died a year ago in the crisis of shortage of animals in the mine. However, this is the north of Xing'an County, not the edge of the wilderness. The sudden emergence of the left seed reveals the smell of conspiracy everywhere. A month ago, a pantheon madman named Ming Ba robbed his young son, just like the pantheon in those years, and insisted on a share of the mine.