All realms start from the emperor

Chapter 59

The news of the Great Ming Realm's Undead Blood Cult's invasion of the Dingtian Sacred Gate has long since spread throughout the Qiankun Realm.

The major waiting and watching forces received a heavy news within a few days.

——The Cult of Undead Blood was destroyed.

As soon as the news came out, all the monks in the Qiankun world were excited about it!
The background of the Undead Blood Cult is also among the top three existences in the Qiankun Realm, and it can even break the wrist with the Qiankun Holy Gate.

When the suzerain of the Immortal Blood Sect was in the Great Ming Realm, he was even more invincible in the world, and his name was spread to the Qiankun Realm. How could such a person be planted in the Cauldron Heaven Sacred Gate?
This made everyone's impression of the strength of the Dingtian Holy Gate qualitatively changed, and they all reached a consensus-the Dingtian Holy Gate should not be messed with!

At least not in the short term.

However, there are also many forces speculating that Dingtian Shengmen must have suffered heavy losses in this battle, and their strength will definitely decline sharply. Maybe this is the opportunity for their rise?

But no one dares to be this early bird, the Dingtian Shengmen is full of prestige, who dares to make mistakes?
What's more, the Dingtian Holy Gate and Taique Holy Mansion, which had no connection at all, have begun to establish diplomatic relations!

This news made those who secretly disliked the Cauldron Heaven Sect put away their thoughts for a while.

Today's Dingtian Shengmen is another sunny afternoon.

Half a year has passed since the last war.

"Hoo ha ha!"

A thin and handsome disciple struggled to pull out and insert the long sword in his hand.

A sword was drawn.

Ordinary people can only see a flash of light.

"Shh!"

The sword is sheathed.

"Sigh, it's still too slow. If this continues, I will definitely be scolded by those elders."

"Hey! Wang Fugui, what are you doing, go and buy me a bottle of elixir."

"Why don't you go by yourself."

The handsome man called Wang Fugui had an expression of disobedience.

"In terms of seniority, I'm a round older than you, and in terms of cultivation, I'll beat you by a block, is that enough?"

In the dormitory, the strong disciple said viciously.

"You're always like this! Come on, come on, I see."

Reluctantly, Wang Fugui took the spirit bag and key, and went out to buy medicine pills.

"Why is Baodan Pavilion located so far away? There is no subway!"

Wang Fugui was wearing a light blue Taoist robe, and tiptoed down the mountain, for fear of getting his clothes dirty.

The clothes of this outer disciple are not cheap!
Wang Fugui hummed a little tune all the way, saying "The boundless end of the world is my love".

"I originally thought that this sect is easy to advance. Based on the many routines I have read over the years, it shouldn't be a problem to become a top senior brother."

"Good guy, who knows that everyone in this Holy Gate is so hardworking! The place where I went to rub the martial arts square in the middle of the night is actually overcrowded!"

Wang Fugui was walking, and along the way, he saw the outer sect brothers who were doing their best to stand on their heads, training their physical strength, and the inner sect brothers who practiced their swords in the sky. This scene is not surprising to him now in Dingtian Shengmen. A feeling of indignation welled up spontaneously.

"God! What's wrong with this world? With my extreme talent and style, I can't get along in the Holy Gate!"

"Why am I so miserable? I don't even have a system, how about a sleep practice method? The breathing practice method is also good, nothing!"

Wang Fugui scolded as he walked, and scolded as he walked, forgetting to even look at the road.

"boom!"

A person came in front of him, and he bumped into it abruptly.

"Ouch! Who is it!"

Wang Fugui has always abided by the hadith in the Holy Gate, never made a mistake, and never offended others. He is a good disciple, and he was a little panicked by this encounter.

He won't expose it?

"Why do you walk without looking at the road?"

"sorry Sorry"

Wang Fugui quickly apologized.

"Be careful next time."

Then he knew that the other party just said a word and left in a hurry.

The haste of the footsteps, one can tell at a glance that they are going to occupy the space in Xiwu Square.

"It's only seven o'clock in the morning, so there are so many people?"

Wang Fugui covered his head and said.

"I don't know what kind of idiot thought of it. The Baodan Pavilion is located so far away, it's a full hundred kilometers, and I still have to walk for several hours!"

"I'm only at the first level of Yuanjing, and I'm still far away from being able to fly. Can you consider the feelings of the outer disciples?"

Wang Fugui always felt angry in his stomach, which made him dislike everything.

"I only sleep four hours a day, am I easy?"

"Ding ding ding rub Qi luck practice system starts. Program initialization."

"?"

"Did I hear you right, system! My system is here!"

"System, system, how do you use it?"

Wang Fugui said expectantly.

"The host can increase his own cultivation speed by rubbing other people's luck. Every time the host successfully obtains one of the chances shared by the luck gainer, he will receive aura rewards. Note: This is the first stage of the system."

"Good guy! I'm a good guy on the spot. This doesn't sound very powerful. Is it just a spiritual reward?"

"Ding ding ding is correct."

"What a rubbish system, I would rather not. I am just an outsider, how can I get close to those so-called geniuses? Where can I find so many great luck, top geniuses, daughters of destiny and sons of great luck?"

"What a bad system!!!"

Yinxian Island

"Phew! The 670th eight pots of pills have been refined."

Ying Hao stood up from the void and walked slowly to the ground.

"Report to the Supreme Master. The inventory of Baodan Pavilion is insufficient again."

The person who came was Qin Zhongmou, the future rising star of Shengmen.

"Oh? It's only been a week, and such a large amount will be used up in one go?"

Yinghao was taken aback, because he had been refining pills for the sect. Except for importing some common pills such as Qijudan from Taique Shengfu, some important and difficult pills were made by He came to complete it, he turned the original profound meaning into three thousand clones, and continued to refine the elixir, but the result was still not enough.

How hard should the people of the Holy Gate be?
"Yeah, the last invasion had a great impact on everyone, and now the entire Holy Sect is practicing intensively, and even half of Dongzhou, which is controlled by the disciples of the Dingtian Holy Sect, is continuously instilling excellent talents into the Holy Sect. Miaozi, naturally there are more pills needed."

"Take it. This is the amount for this week. In a few days, the Taique Holy Mansion will send a large number of magic tools, equipment, and elixirs, and sell them to the disciples at a low price."

"Okay, I know."

Qin Zhongmou was taken aback when he heard the words, but quickly regained his composure.

It has not been a day or two for Taique Shengfu to transport pills, but this time they even sent magical equipment!

You know, among magic weapons, magic treasures, spirit treasures, holy weapons, and emperor weapons, although magic weapons are the lowest-level equipment, they are always in short supply, and their popularity is only increasing, and they can often be sold as much as they produce. how much to get out.

It seems that the relationship between the Holy Gate and the Taique Holy Mansion is getting closer and closer. With Qin Zhongmou's keen consciousness, he feels that the Holy Gate should have some kind of deal with the Taique Holy Mansion.

"These things are not what I should think about, Taishang is confident."

Qin Zhongmou shook his head and left Yinxian Island.

Ying Hao watched his back leave, and sacrificed two more supreme treasures.

"Now that's the situation where you guys come in handy."

These two treasures are the Bell of Nothingness, and the painting of ten immortals and ten demons fighting magic.

An excellent plan arose in Ying Hao's mind.

(End of this chapter)