Lutai is on fire, do you think Dashang can be saved?

Di Xin couldn't help but recall the Tiandao Bell he saw.

The breath of fate is constantly rising and falling, and little bits of glory shine all around.

Countless true spirits are sinking and floating in it.

"It's a pity that the bell is the treasure of Tiandao Sect, and I have no way to touch it now.

If not, with a little exposure, I will definitely be able to appreciate its many mysteries. By then, maybe I will be able to understand its essence and feel the call of the river of destiny. "

Di Xin, who has the seed of the Great Dao, has the perseverance and courage to say such words.

but.

Since you can't touch it now, you can simply continue to increase your strength. When you reach the heavenly position, you can directly hold the clock in your hands and play with it.

"Master Deacon, disciple, come and report!"

Just when Di Xin was about to continue reading the book, a young boy with an immature appearance came to him.

"That's right, there is a longing for the future in his eyes, but it's a pity that the power of luck in his body has faded a lot, and he has no connection with Qiyun's son!"

See whoever is coming.

Di Xin nodded slightly.

Unless the library hall of Tiandao Sect is extremely wide and covers an extremely large area.

There are also extremely many disciples who need to serve others.

On the one hand, you can earn a lot of contribution points, and on the other hand, you can also read some books here that others have not noticed.

even.

You can also get some good oil and water in it.

"What's your name?"

It's just that today, after Di Xin obtained those bloodlines, he didn't have time to find other experimental subjects, so he simply took the disciples to cover up the shortage.

"The disciple's name is Zhang Yunbo!"

The disciple carefully said his name, and then looked at the deacon in front of him expectantly.

He had long heard that the deacon in front of him was specially ordered by the sect leader.

As for the disciples who did not choose to become the sect master in the disciple-receiving hall, this matter has already been spread wildly by many disciples.

It is said that many elders are secretly sulking because they have not seen the deacon, and are even thinking about whether there is a chance to give him some advice so that they can form a master-disciple relationship.

But all this has no meaning to his disciple.

because.

Firstly, he was born into a humble family and had no background to help him. Secondly, he was of low strength and not very talented, so he thought of coming here to try to get some contribution points.

can.

Zhang Yunbo still has some expectations in his heart, what if?
If the person in front of you is just an adult and needs to do any dirty work by yourself, then the pills you randomly rewarded will definitely help you go further.

"Okay! The day after tomorrow, come here and look for me!"

Di Xin nodded and wrote down the name, then waved the disciple to go to work first.

Hearing the Lord say this, Zhang Yunbo's heart suddenly became hot, and he wished he could immediately share the worries of this Lord.

But he understood that the most important thing for him now was to leave a good impression, so he quickly ran to the place where the books were stored and began to wipe the dust bit by bit and arrange them neatly.

"It seems that when reading books, you can also try to get some other bloodlines to study things about bloodlines in this world." Di Xin couldn't help but think back to the son of destiny, who made the golden bloodline shine brightly. , and the Rakshasa bloodline of the destiny villain.

He had a hunch that this bloodline would be of great benefit when practicing in this world.

It's even a key to unlocking something.

"Just where to get these bloodlines? If you want to massacre..."

Di Xin gradually regained his energy and continued to read the books in front of him. Soon some bizarre knowledge was absorbed by him.

At the same time, the long river of civilization floating around him was becoming more and more brilliant at this moment.

One after another, the vivid characters are constantly showing their strength and ambition.

They appeared in this long river one after another like waves, but then disappeared immediately.

"The civilization that I modeled on the River of Destiny and the River of Time and Space is not as powerful as these two great rivers, but it does have some merits after all!"

Di Xin didn't know how powerful he was now.

But he understands that there is no way to use all the trump cards he has. As long as the breath of the avenue is revealed again, these strong men in the real world are like sharks that smell blood.

It will bite you quickly. If you can't resist it, you can only be instantly dismembered and used as nourishment, and completely dissipated in this world.

but.

"On the contrary, you can try using the Son of Destiny to fish. A being who has ascended to the divine throne but has not yet become a god can know so many secrets."

"The more I kill, the more powerful men like this fall in my hands, the more I can learn about the many mysteries of this world."

Di Xin slowly closed a travel journal and continued reading other books, but he already had a conclusion in his mind.

First, kill the alien beasts and transform the blood for yourself, and then let this disciple named Zhang Yunbo try out the consequences of injecting this blood.

Then he leaked a little bit of the aura in the avenue, and used the power of the Son of Destiny to weaken them within a controllable range.

Then go fishing.

……

Tianshui Sect.

Chu Fan, who had just finished his assassination mission, handed over his mission items.

Before he left the mission hall, he couldn't help but shudder, and then sneezed immediately.

"Strange, who is talking about me?"

"Or is it that the cold poison has already invaded my body and I didn't notice it?!"

Chu Fan, who had been mumbling for a while, immediately rushed back to his cave without stopping.

After activating the formation, he didn't think too much and continued to study his own cultivation techniques.

He had a premonition.

While practicing this technique, he felt that if he could reach the pinnacle of this Tathagata technique and promote the evolution of qigong, he would become another illusory world.

"Although I say that I can master the illusory heavens with 480 million arts and enjoy the power of immeasurable sand, all of these are mirror flowers and water moons. I need to constantly fill them in before I can master such power.

But now that I have this heaven in hand, my strength will definitely take off directly, and I may even become a legend. "

Thinking of this, Chu Fan, the son of luck, immediately felt hot in his heart and quickly forgot about what he had sneezed just now.

It's just that the golden blood in his body is constantly exerting force, constantly drawing power from the unknown space and injecting it into his body, almost continuously. (End of chapter)