Chapter 865: Mary Sue Xiuzhen 43
North Yutang: ......
She looked at him speechlessly, and sure enough, the so-called good was just digging a big trap and waiting for her to jump in.
In five years, let her jump three steps from the early stage of Jindan to the infancy stage.
Damn, even the most talented monk can't reach it.
How many amazing geniuses are stuck in the Jindan stage of great consummation, and they can't take half a step.
Being able to enter in fifty years is already a leader in the cultivation realm, and now letting her enter in five years is simply going to kill her.
Actually, this guy doesn't really want her to be a primordial infant in five years, it's just to find a reason to kill her.
Wei looked at her constipated face, and her mood didn't help but feel better, as if it was a very pleasant thing to watch her eat deflated.
"Who is the most powerful in the cultivation realm now?" Nightmare asked.
"Cangjue."
A sneer appeared at the corner of his lips, "Cangjue." ”
I don't know if it's her delusion, but I always feel that he is shouting out that name with a faint sense of sarcasm in his eyes.
Bei Yutang couldn't help but look at him sideways, his face was still that cold.
Disgusted that she was too slow, he directly grabbed her by the back collar and threw her into his car. That's right, it's a car, a luxury spaceship, as long as you put in the spirit stone, you don't need the monk to constantly urge the spiritual power.
Bei Yutang watched as he embedded the best spirit stone into the spaceship from the storage ring.
There are not many top-grade spirit stones in the entire cultivation realm, but they are used by him to drive spaceships, and they are so extravagant that people want to rob him.
Of course, this terrible idea, Bei Yutang silently endured it.
Robbing him is not as fast as hanging.
Wei glanced at her coldly, "It seems that five years is too long for you." ”
Bei Yutang immediately retracted his mind and began to practice seriously while sitting in a precarious position.
Wei watched her movements, and didn't want to let her go at all, and said coldly: "Four years." ”
The corners of Bei Yutang's lips twitched, but he didn't dare to open his eyes, for fear that this opening of his eyes would become three years.
Four years, four years......
Bei Yutang read this number with great resentment.
Someone formalizes the transformation of grief and anger into strength, and strives to absorb the aura, according to the cultivation method he has given.
When the aura ran around in her body, Bei Yutang was pleasantly surprised to find that this set of exercises was really suitable for the Water Spirit Root Cultivator, and it gave her a feeling of getting twice the result with half the effort.
Now she really doesn't need to be urged by the nightmare, she is naturally immersed in the fun of cultivating the truth.
Suddenly, the roar of ten thousand beasts pulled Bei Yutang back from his cultivation.
As soon as Bei Yutang opened his eyes, he listened to the bursts of beast roars sweeping over the sky.
This、This is the roar of all beasts!
Bei Yutang looked at the Ten Thousand Beast Forest below, his eyes full of shock.
At the same time, the monks who were looking for various opportunities in the Ten Thousand Beasts Forest changed their faces one by one when they heard the sound of all the beasts.
"Oh no, the beast tide is coming."
All the monks scrambled towards the outer part of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest.
On the spaceship, Nightmare's gaze looked into the depths of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest, where the Gate of the King of Ten Thousand Beasts was located. Bei Yutang saw countless monks running wildly, and in the distance, groups of demon beasts rushed out, and the dense and huge team was not something that one or two monks could compete with.
The high-level cultivators who were deep in the inner circle of the Ten Thousand Beast Forest fled one after another, and no matter how fast they were, they were quickly caught up by the demon beasts. The same is true for the outer monks, and the entire Ten Thousand Beast Forest is already a sea of blood.