Enter the Immortal Cultivation

On this day, all the Nianming felt the abnormality of the world. The rotation of the iron slurry, which they had been accustomed to, gradually stopped. Those active iron atoms and free electrons in the flow gradually lost external kinetic energy.

Originally, liquid iron slurry could not form a "magnetic domain". Liquid iron will not be attracted by magnets. However, under the high-pressure environment below, even high-temperature liquid iron will have a few tiny crystals inside. In addition, with the Ming clan's control over the Yuan magnetic field, it is possible to create an iron slurry area here that can be injected with power by magnetic force.

As soon as the eighteen Mahayana Nianming arrived, they rotated within the columnar magnetic flux lines at the north pole of the magnetic field, using the natural magnetic field of this planet to drag the iron slurry.

Each of them seemed to be dragging a dozen mountains and even the ocean. Although the Fire People are naturally weak, they use the movement of the planet's magnetic field and the convection of the magma itself to accelerate the movement of the iron slurry.

Therefore, the mere eighteen Mahayana Nianming made this iron slurry area flow endlessly.

But now, their homeland, this piece of iron slurry, has gradually stopped flowing.

All the Ningming felt something in their hearts, and drove their herds silently to the North Pole.

Hao Chongzhi was still busy measuring the scope and density of this piece of iron slurry area to determine what means the Ningming used to create such a homeland. On the other hand, Wang Qi was using his spiritual consciousness to capture the high-energy particle beams that flashed through the iron slurry to collect the Ningming vocabulary.

After a while, Wang Qi said, "Do you feel that there are more Ningming around?"

The other two people on the starship artifact looked at each other in bewilderment: "Why do you use incarnations to say it?"

"It's the same if you tell me here." Wang Qi said, "This shouldn't be my illusion, right?"

Hao Chongzhi nodded: "It's really strange, the flow of iron slurry is slower than before..."

"Maybe this iron slurry is supposed to rotate for a while and stop for a while." Bai Jizhen said.

Wang Qi pondered: "The viscosity of the iron slurry is too high, and it is not easy to make it rotate - and it is not me who pushes the iron slurry, but eighteen Mahayana monks... If I am only in the Mahayana stage and have to push such a heavy thing, I generally don't want to stop."

But... it is possible that they work half a day and rest half a day. Or what if I just happened to catch up with the annual leave of those Mahayana monks?

- Well, annual leave is indeed unlikely. Those Mahayana monks may not have a lifespan of one year.

This is the unique left way of the people of fire. They may have Mahayana monks at any time, and perhaps at a certain moment the number of Mahayana monks can approach three digits. But when the "harvest" is not good, they may not even find a Mahayana monk.

This social phenomenon of rapid replacement makes Wang Qi a little worried.

If the lifespan of an individual is too short, it is very likely that history will become "difficult to peek into". Because the witnesses of major events died too quickly.

What's more serious is that Ning Ming has no concept of solid materials.

Wang Qi's spiritual consciousness almost swept the entire Ningming settlement. No solid material was found.

The Ningming at least had magic tools and inherited magic tools.

Although they occupied such a large piece of iron "field", the largest iron crystals they had were all nanometer-level - they didn't even realize that this was "material". On the other hand, the tradition of refining solid materials appeared in the Ningming due to the persistence of the first generation of King of Light.

In word of mouth, information is the easiest to deteriorate. Although the Ming people have no ears and no mouths, this is the truth.

Wang Qi always had a skeptical attitude towards the history of the Ningming.

At this time, a Ningming approached the incarnations of the three human cultivators. Wang Qi recognized this guy. He was a member of the Mahayana Ningming who saved the three incarnations. He is now in the Jindan stage.

In general, most races have the tradition of "the higher the cultivation, the higher the status". Although the human race has the tradition of "scientific research ability, knowledge and status are positively correlated", the Yuanshen method makes the cultivation level positively correlated with scientific research ability and knowledge. In other words, it is a disguised form of "cultivation is related to status", which at most makes the path of genius promotion wider and allows them to obtain their own social status in advance.

But the Fire Clan who choose to take the left path cannot do this. Because the higher the cultivation of the Fire Clan Left Path cultivators, the shorter their lifespan, which means that even if the upper-level people occupy the power of society, they will soon age and die, leaving behind those with lower cultivation.

Unless they develop to the level of immortals like the True Flame God who are independent enough to be a class.

This is the so-called "eternal class". The Fire Clan Left Path cultivators who cross that point and undergo essential changes can also obtain endless lifespan. They are separated from their mortal counterparts.

Because the immortals rule the world, this kind of equality is not obvious within the True Flame God clan - at least that is the impression that the sick man gave Wang Qi.

And within the Ningming, this kind of equality is very obvious.

This Jindan-stage cultivator showed no respect to Wang Qi, who was apparently already in the Fusion stage: "Warup, come on!"

Wang Qi said in confusion: "What?"

The fierce light shot out a large group of high-energy particles: "Fuck! You actually spoke!"

After half a second, he exclaimed: "You don't know?"

"I don't like it."

"You don't like the promised ceremony?" Fang Ming was shocked.

"say."

"ah?"

Wang Qi deliberately looked impatient: "I don't like to talk."

"Oh, it turns out you just don't like to talk." The ferocious face immediately swelled: "I'm sorry."

In fact, Meng Ming doesn't like to talk much and only exchanges a few words occasionally.

Wang Qi feels that there is still hope for playing an autistic person in a group of people with social difficulties.

"Let's go, now, the promised ceremony has arrived." This ferocious Ming was the talkative one among the ferocious Mings. But that was all he said.

Wang Qi and other three incarnations also quickly followed.

There are already a large number of dazzling beasts in the iron stream. The iron slurry magnetized by the spell restricted the movement of these mindless animals. They glowed in panic, but could only move slowly.

The ferocious herdsmen also used spells from time to time to catch the escaping herds of beasts.

Wang Qi divided his spiritual consciousness into two. Half of them are locked in those few Mahayana-stage beasts. The other half spread out completely, catching the high-energy particle beam that flashed through the iron slurry.

He was supplementing his understanding of this matter through the bright language around him.

But...

If there is something that is common sense, then no one will talk about it.

Therefore, Wang Qi only gradually pieced together some fragments.

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Glebe Mirror Wheel looked at the sea of ​​light stretching for dozens of miles in front of him, almost intoxicated - although the people of fire could not have a physiological reaction to ethanol-like substances, they did not have the targeted cells to feel ethanol, and they had no contact with ethanol. The only result of an ethanol encounter is to ignite the ethanol. However, in fact, almost every race has several toxic reactions that can be used recreationally.

Glebe felt as if he had absorbed too much high-energy particles in a special frequency band, and his whole body felt comfortable.

"The agreed number has arrived..." he said softly.

Another Mahayana beside him also said: "The appointed time has come, and it is time to uphold the great righteousness."

There is an "agreed number" rule in Hongming.

When the ferocious Mahayana reaches the 19th position, you can attack the ferocious beast's twisted lair. They must pay with blood and take back the source of light.

Hong Ming has lost its source of light for too long. Because the ferocious beast occupies the area where light and heat are most powerful, it is almost completely self-supporting. In the Great Light Palace, even if you don't deliberately practice, you can slowly improve by just regulating your own magic power.

But Yan Ming does not have this condition. This "outer layer" is equivalent to the harsh mountains and rivers. Among the Ming Dynasties, except for the Kong Yuan family with a special status, almost no Ming lives here. However, only the two poles of the Ming Dynasty have sufficient light and heat.

They had to herd the dazzling beasts, because the dazzling beasts are fire beasts that live in higher areas and can adapt to low-temperature [relatively speaking] environments.

"This is the moment." The middle-stage Mahayana man, whose life was like a candle in the wind, finally revealed the murderous intention in his chest.

He suddenly released his breath. Terrifying spiritual energy fluctuations swept across the entire place. Except for Wang Qi, the hearts and minds of almost all living beings were captured by it.

"Compatriots!" he said: "Seeing the looks of us, you must know it - you know why we are gathered here!"

"The appointed number has arrived, and it is time to uphold great righteousness."

This sentence directly detonated the entire audience.

"The promised number has arrived, it's time to uphold the great righteousness!"

"The promised number has arrived, it's time to uphold the great righteousness!"

"The promised number has arrived, it's time to uphold the great righteousness!"

"We have finally gathered nineteen more Mahayana monks. This is not easy." He sighed: "Because we are the Ming clan and our lives are limited, so we cherish our own more than anything else. Life - we will not break through the realm easily."

"However, there are still ferocious beasts in this world - they don't allow us to enjoy our quiet beauty!"

"They even took away the source of light, forcing us to breed dazzling beasts - otherwise, we wouldn't be able to survive in the shallows!"

"We don't actually want to fight. We don't like fighting. But, ferocious beasts don't."

Speaking of this, his tone began to sound sad: "Every Mahayana here was forced to come out. The latest to join us, Glebe Jinglun, was forced to fight against the Three Evils in order to rescue the Ming clan. Breakthrough in front of you.”

"They've pushed us too much. Now, we've reached the agreed limit. So, it's our turn to seek justice."

"The one above is the light, the one below is the beast!"