The golden elixir is a star. Do you call this cultivating immortality

Chapter 367: What, ask me to be the examiner?

Qi Yuan looked thoughtful.

It is not clear whether Dongjun, the big boss, is an enemy or a friend.

Although in the mural, Dong Jun's character is a seed of infatuation.

But, that's only for the heroine.

In romantic dramas, the domineering president is kind to the heroine, but is a disaster to the nannies and housekeepers around him.

What, the heroine dumped the food out of anger?
Grandma Wang, hurry up and make ten more identical ones.

What, the heroine is so sad that she falls into a coma?

Doctor Wang, if you can’t be cured, your whole family will be buried with you!

Well, it’s fun to be the heroine, but it’s not fun to be the supporting character.

Among all living beings, most of us are supporting characters.

Qi Yuan also felt that he was ordinary, a little divine infant king, just a supporting role.

“It seems that we still have to find Dongjun.

My fate is up to me, and it’s time for us supporting actors to step up! "

Qi Yuan was impassioned.

The people next to them looked at each other in confusion.

I was still looking for Dongjun just now, why is it that I have no control over my fate?

However, they were also familiar with Qi Yuan.

God is like this, sometimes a little inexplicable, his mind is strange.

"Godfather, with our strength, we wouldn't be supporting roles in any world, right?" Qi Qi said softly.

When the rest of the people heard this, they also had inexplicable expressions in their hearts.

Although there are a lot of Yangshen here, they are as worthless as the cabbage in the field.

But...even if it is the innate world, if Qi Yuan has never been there.

Give it millions of years, or even tens of millions of years, you may not be able to emerge as a Yang God.

Except for the Foodless Virgin, even other mythical powerhouses have almost no chance of stepping into the Yangshen.

And these people... well, let alone Yang Shen, most of them can't even step into the Great Master.

Meeting Qi Yuan is the greatest opportunity in their lives.

If Qi Yuan wasn't there, suppress them.

If they were released and placed in the upper realm, they would probably cause shock to the fairy world.

After all, even in the upper world, Yangshen is the foundation of a holy land.

With the presence of the Yang God, the holy land will last forever.

"However, what the godfather said still makes sense. Dongjun's strength is unknown, so we have to keep a low profile." Qi Qi mentioned again.

Qi Yuan nodded: "Yes, you still have to be cautious.

Even if he is not strong, what if there is a booger in this place of origin, which was left behind by Taishang Daozu? "

"This... Daozu shouldn't pick his nose, right?" Shen Lei Laoden couldn't help but say.

"Emperors use gold hoes, why doesn't Taoist pick his nose?" Qi Yuan said seriously, "According to Tang Niu's inequality principle, just because Taozu has a high level of cultivation doesn't mean he doesn't pick his nose."

"..."

Everyone was silent.

Qi Qi couldn't help but whispered: "Godfather, even I haven't done that for a long time, how can Daozu do it?"

"If we don't stop this topic, wouldn't it be a little bad to arrange Daozu?" Shen Lei Laoden said.

If he was asked to scold Tao Ancestor every day when his strength was low, Shen Lei Laoden would not be afraid.

But now, it's different, he is in the realm of Yang God.

He also visualized the Nine Heavens Yingyuan Thunder Universal Transformation Heavenly Lord, and the Antarctic Immortal Emperor, one of the six emperors.

The stature of these two people is extremely high, which is unimaginable.

Therefore, he is still very afraid of the supreme existence like Dao Ancestor.

Qi Yuan nodded.

"Come on, take me to the place where Purple Qi was born. I want to steal it and see if I can do a big wholesale business."

……

The place of origin.

In the broken palace, Fatty Warrior suddenly opened his eyes.

"My father's...aura?"

Not long ago, he closed his eyes to rest, and suddenly smelled a familiar feeling and the boiling of his blood.

This feeling, it is obvious that his "father" is out of isolation.

Over the years, I can say that he has been extremely happy.

He is worthy of being the "father" that his fat warrior master has never met, and his strength is rising steadily.

This also caused his bloodline to undergo a leap.

His cultivation level has impressively reached the level of a fourth-level martial master.

This kind of improvement is extremely terrifying.

Of course, this is related to the fact that not only Jimei knows about it, but other martial masters also know about it.

Before the catastrophe, he was the titled Martial Master.

Nowadays, there is a bloodline jump, and the strength is frequently improved.

Because of this, his status and position within ASEAN were once again elevated.

After all, there is a strong father hidden behind him.

Depending on the situation, it is very likely that he is at the level of a titled Martial Lord.

"Fat Martial Master, your father showed up?"

At this time, a voice came from the Broken Palace, it was a slender old man.

This old man was also a titled Martial Master before the catastrophe.

However, he is now a great martial master of the sixth level, a high-level warrior in ASEAN.

"Well, I seem to smell his breath. He should retreat into seclusion." Fatty Martial Master said thoughtfully.

"Where are you, take me to meet this senior.

Nowadays, we in ASEAN are having a hard time and need to absorb some new blood. "The slender old man was a little expectant and anxious.

The tasks assigned by Dong Jun had been going smoothly.

But over the past thousands of years, many missions have suddenly failed.

If the mission completion rate cannot reach 60% and the Dawn of Dawn reaches 60%, everyone will die.

The place of origin, the place of end, the scrolls of mountains and seas will all perish.

Nowadays, it is always good to have more power in everything.

"Let's go, I'll take you to see my... dad!" Fatty War Master gritted his teeth and couldn't help but say.

"Okay." The slender old man nodded.

"What if my father doesn't recognize me?" Suddenly, Fatty War Master hesitated.

"Fat Warrior Master is worrying too much. Your bloodline is very strong. You should have inherited him perfectly. He looks just like you, how could he deny you?" said the slender old man.

Fatty looked at his round belly and finally nodded slowly: "What you said makes sense, let's go!"

……

The place of origin, the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Souls.

This is the place where the ends of the earth and the sea converge in the original land.

Vibrant vitality.

Qi Yuan was sitting alone, his clothes were blown by the wind, and his expression was calm.

“Everything in this world comes out of the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Souls.

Where do all things in the world come from?

Is it a coincidence, or is it an escape from the great road? "

He looked at the Sea of ​​Ten Thousand Souls and thought of many things.

"No, I can't think about it anymore. I need to grow a brain."

Qi Yuan's divine domain is in a mess, with all kinds of strange things.

The planet turned into a football and lay on the football field, and the dung beetle rolled the huge ball.

Qi Yuan's thoughts were also a little confused.

If he grows a brain and thinks too much, he doubts that his true spirit will be able to hold on.

This was the first time Qi Yuan felt that his body was not worthy of his noble and intelligent mind.

"It's a pity that even if you are as smart as me, you can't copy the purple energy."

Qi Yuan looked ahead, countless information pouring in.

But copying the purple energy is simply impossible.

In other words, he might be able to sit here for ten thousand years, one hundred thousand years, or even five million years, and see different information every day.

But this is too time consuming.

At this moment, suddenly, the space behind him fluctuated.

Two creatures, one fat and one thin, appeared.

Fatty Martial Master stretched his neck and looked around, looking for something.

When his eyes fell on Qi Yuan, he was stunned for a moment.

The feeling of shame spreads.

He wanted to tear his own flesh into pieces.

This is too...perfect, right?
"Is this my dad?" Fatty Warrior took a deep breath and tightened his abdomen to make himself look slimmer. The slender old man was also a little suspicious. He looked at Qi Yuan and then at the fat warrior master: "It does look a bit different."

However, the two of them said no more nonsense and flew forward.

"The ASEAN God has met the senior!"

“The ASEAN fat guy has met his seniors!”

The two of them bowed respectfully and stood aside.

One fat and one thin stand out.

Even though the fat Martial Lord had tried his best to inhale, his body was still several times as wide as the Shensou Martial Lord.

Qi Yuan didn't answer, his eyes were still staring at Wanhunhai: "What do you want from me?"

When Fatty Martial Master heard this, he felt a little disappointed.

The boiling blood means that the person in front of him is really his "biological father".

But the other party's cold attitude made him feel inexplicably sad.

Bloodline Martial Arts is faster to achieve than Immortal Dao.

There is even the benefit of bloodline jump.

But there is a major problem, that is, people with low bloodline will always be inexplicably close to those with the strongest bloodline and are easily influenced.

This is completely unimaginable to Immortal Dao.

"Now, the dawn is about to begin, and the progress of the mountain and sea scrolls is slow.

We, ASEAN, specially invite seniors to join us and work together for a great plan! "Martial Lord Shensou said sincerely. As he spoke, he changed the topic and said, "The descendants of our predecessors, Lord Fatty, have also been serving in ASEAN. "

The master of martial arts, Shensou, plays the emotional card.

As for the benefit card?
No.

The Land of Origin is too poor and has no strong interests.

The most important thing is that this kind of matter is a matter of life and death, and no martial master can stay away from it.

Otherwise, when the dawn begins, the world will fall into silence.

"It sounds interesting to follow you to save the world." Qi Yuan murmured, "But saving the world is a matter for the brave and the children of destiny, and it takes too much time. I am very busy and have no time."

Hearing Qi Yuan's words, Master Shensou was slightly stunned.

He thought about refusing, but he didn't expect that he would refuse because he was "too busy to save the world."

"Senior, time... there will always be a squeeze." said the Lord Shensou.

Fatty Warrior couldn't help but say: "...Senior, why are you so busy? ASEAN can help you relieve your worries!"

Qi Yuan looked at Fatty with admiration: "I want to become a spiritual realm martial master, is there a way?"

This is his mission, a higher priority than saving the world.

"Never heard of it." Fatty Martial Lord frowned.

In ASEAN, there are no records of spiritual realm warriors at all.

Martial Master Shensou also frowned, but thought of something, and said softly: "Martial Master of the Spirit Realm, although we don't know, but... Dongjun's Wall may know!"

"Dongjun's Wall, what is this?" Qi Yuan asked curiously.

"Among ASEAN, there is a magical wall left by Lord Dong.

This wall can know the world's affairs and distinguish between true and false.

Senior, in a while there will be a battle of ancestral blood. When the battle of ancestral blood is over, the wall of Dongjun will also appear.

Seniors can ask Dongjun’s wall about the spiritual realm martial master. "Martial Master Shensou said seriously, "Senior, if you are willing, I can recommend you to be one of the three examiners for the Ancestral Blood Contest!

The examiner is qualified to ask about Dongjun's Wall! "

When Qi Yuan heard this, he thought for a moment: "It sounds... not bad.

In this case, I will reluctantly be an examiner. "

He is looking forward to the spiritual realm martial master.

The mission of the Humane Martial Lord is almost completed.

Once the Spirit Realm Martial Master mission is completed and he breaks through to become the Ten Thousand Dao Martial God, the game will be over.

Hearing this, Master Shensou looked delighted: "Congratulations, senior, for joining ASEAN!"

"By the way, let me explain in advance that if I join ASEAN, I will not swear allegiance to Lord Dong!"

Qi Yuan came here to play games, not to recognize his master.

“No problem, although we, ASEAN, were founded by Dongjun, our purpose is to save the world, not to be loyal to someone.

If Lord Dong wants to destroy the world, we will kill him too! "Martial Lord Shensou said quickly.

Qi Yuan nodded: "In that case, I will go to ASEAN to take a look."

"Senior, please come with me." The Lord Shensou said.

The three of them quickly headed to ASEAN.

At this time, Fatty Martial Master followed the two of them with a tangled expression. Finally, he finally summoned up the courage and said softly: "Senior, please stay!"

"Oh?" Qi Yuan stopped, with fear deep in his eyes, "What's the matter?"

Anyone who says something like "Fellow Taoist, please stay" is up to no good.

"Excuse me, fellow Daoist...is this my long-lost...father?" The Fat Egg Martial Master stammered, and finally asked the question that had puzzled him for years.

There is still a trace of childlike innocence and innocence in his eyes, which weighs tens of thousands of pounds.

This is the power of blood.

Even great martial masters, when faced with stronger bloodlines and more perfect bloodlines, can't help but show expressions that only descendants can have.

Qi Yuan looked at the fat warrior master and couldn't hold back: "Don't spread rumors. I just got married and I don't have a child as old as you!"

There are currently only three people in his family's household registration book.

Him, Xiaomai and Canary.

But there is no such fat warrior master.

When Fatty Martial Master heard this, he couldn't help but look disappointed and sad.

"I understand."

He stopped talking and was hurt alone.

He understood that it must be his mother who was too ugly, so she hated her father and disowned him.

He was also helpless. Why did he inherit his mother's inheritance but not his father's?

……

"Meet the ancestors!"

"Greetings, senior!"

On the abandoned ship, Mu Yan looked at the ancestors in front of him with deep respect in his eyes.

Behind Mu Yan were several peak martial arts kings who walked out of the stronghold together.

Some of these peak martial kings have the mark of a martial master, and some are loyal to Mu Yan, helping Mu Yan achieve good results in the battle of ancestral blood.

At this time, Mu Yan looked at a clone of his ancestor with an expression of awe.

It was just a clone, and Mu Yan could feel that if the ancestor wanted to, he could kill everyone present with just one look.

This is the Martial Lord, the Martial Lord that all warriors dream of.

"Yes, I am young and promising. In this battle of ancestral blood, I will strive to enter the top thirty.

As long as you enter the top thirty and receive the baptism of ancestral blood, you will definitely step into the realm of the Martial Lord within ten years! "The ancestor's clone praised.

All peak martial kings with the mark of the martial master will be baptized with ancestral blood.

But the battle of ancestral blood determines the degree of baptism.

For those who are ranked at the bottom, even if they are baptized, it may take many years to step into the realm of the Martial Lord. Even if they do, their potential will be exhausted in this life and they will only stay at the first level of the Martial Lord.

"This junior will do his best to get into the top thirty!" Mu Yan said in a deep voice.

"If you enter the top thirty, I can grant you a small request." The martial master valued this descendant very much, "Now tell me, what do you need?"

Mu Yan was excited when he heard this, thought of something, and then said: "On the way to the Black Sea, I encountered a crisis, and a peak martial king named Qi Yuan saved my life.

However, he had a conflict with Zhixian and killed Zhixian. Behind Zhixian stood the martial master Diemao, hoping that his ancestors could come forward to resolve the grudge this time. "

Mu Yan gritted her teeth and said.

On the way to the Black Sea, Qi Yuan took action many times and resolved many difficulties.

To a certain extent, he saved Mu Yan.

"Yes, he is affectionate and righteous, and he is a good descendant of me.

I helped with this matter.

When the time comes, let him apologize to Master Diemao and leave the matter behind. "The Martial Master seems to be in a good mood.

"Thank you, ancestors!" Mu Yan was also very happy.

Qi Yuan's life was saved.

However, he thought of something and then said: "Now ASEAN is short of people.

This Brother Qi is the strongest and most talented among the Martial Kings I have seen. I wonder if he will have a chance to participate in the battle of ancestral blood? "

He also thought about helping Qi Yuan and letting him participate in the battle of ancestral blood.

When the peak Martial King behind Mu Yan heard this, jealousy flashed deep in his eyes.

Obviously, they did not want to see Qi Yuan participate in the ancestral blood battle.

The War Lord pondered: "Without the Mark of the War Lord, you are not qualified to participate in the ancestral blood battle.

This kind of thing must be approved by the examiner.

Every examiner is at the level of a titled Martial Lord. I am of low status and cannot make a decision. "

Mu Yan was a little disappointed when he heard this, but he still said gratefully: "It's the junior who was rude!"

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(End of this chapter)