Cultivating Immortals for All: I have a little too much time

"They claim to be fellow villagers with the two generals!"

The monk and Tong Tong looked at each other.

Tong Tong took out a mirror and recited the mantra:

On the mirror, dozens of young men and women appeared.

Mana pervades them.

Some people even have magic weapons on their heads and step on the wind and fire.

However, what makes the pupil difference is:

Each of them is carrying a large package.

"Hometown!"

"The group of ordinary college students who came together!"

The two were happy and hurriedly let them in.

soon:

When the fellow sees the fellow, tears well up.

Hitomi was happy to finally come to help.

Ordinary college students are happy that they are finally alive to find the organization.

The two sides greeted each other.

The monk looked sad.

Tong Tong secretly asked: "I'm here to help, why are you unhappy?"

The monk said: "When they came together, their twelve magic powers were at most three or five feet high!"

"However, now their mana is more than ten feet tall!"

Hitomi looked carefully, and it really did.

She was instantly distressed.

They were reincarnated from these top schools, wasting 18 years.

Ordinary immortal cultivators who would have died have practiced for 18 years.

They caught up with themselves.

The pride of being from a top academy is gone!

so sad!

Ordinary cultivators don't think so much!

After they were reincarnated in Chu Ge: they spent a year in the deep mountains and forests.

After the task is completed, you can return at any time:

They all chose to stay.

Although because the world hates them, they dare not fully absorb resources such as aura.

but:

In this world, no one robs them of resources.

therefore:

They move up quickly.

period;

If there are companions who feel that the lifespan is too much, it is not worth it, so they go back.

but:

More people stay.

They traveled around, scavenging for treasures.

Before I knew it, I came to the vicinity of the Dagan Kingdom, and heard that the demons were doing something wrong.

After they asked the monk about the situation, they patted their chests and assured:

"Two masters rest assured!"

"In the past 18 years, we have traveled across hundreds of countries, practicing as we go!"

"Not only has the mana improved a lot, but also a lot of rare treasures have been harvested!"

"Our Heavenly Dao space can't hold the baby anymore."

"Two masters, do you have free space in your Heavenly Dao space? Help us save some?"

The monk and Tongtong looked at each other: there were tears in each other's eyes.

Their heavenly space is empty.

But, can't say.

Master, there is face.

Tong Tong said: "We have gained a lot, and the Heavenly Dao space is full!"

Ordinary college students have a look:

"A master is a master!"

"The harvest is definitely more than us!"

Monk and Hitomi, crying! .

Chapter 92 V: The Battle of Foundation Establishment, the Final

Xiuxian fellow arrives:

Let the power of the monk and the Tong Tong army surge.

Dozens of qi-level masters, shot together:

Some immortal cultivators waved the white bone long flag, although it is a magic weapon, it can also drive hundreds of thousands of corpses.

A cultivator opened his mouth and spewed out flames:

The flames ignited the tents, causing numerous casualties.

There are also immortal cultivators who took out the rare treasures they have searched for over the years:

Motivated by mana, the strange treasure turned into a knife wheel, swept over, and even the priest was twisted.

Wait for the mana to run out.

They swallowed the aura at the camp:

Every immortal cultivator is like a whirlpool:

Unscrupulously extract spiritual energy to practice.

Each person can swallow tens of thousands of cubic meters of spiritual energy a day.

The progress turned out to be unwilling to go up and down with Tongtong.

Hitomi, happy and sad.

She suppressed her complicated emotions and said:

"Everyone, let's go all out to completely destroy the faith of the Dagan Dynasty!"

"Then, plunder again, go to other countries, and clean up the belief in gods!"

Tong Tong and others are full of fighting spirit.

A cultivator said:

"I heard that there is another immortal cultivator named Chu, who is beheading gods everywhere?"

"Why don't we kill the gods too, are you enjoying yourself?"

A few years ago, they were stared at maliciously by the world:

They dare not use spells frequently, and are often bullied by believers of gods.

just now:

The world vanishes maliciously:

They decided to kill a god, have fun, and let out their anger.

The monk Jiao dripped and said:

"Everyone, the risk factor of killing gods is high, and there is no benefit yet!"

"We might as well clean up the belief base of the gods!"

"After the return, Heavenly Dao will definitely reward us with the foundation-building aura!"

Many immortal cultivators nodded frequently.

They feel:

Fighting in the battlefield of the world must be the basis for targeting hostile targets.

As long as the enemy's foundation is destroyed, the harvest is absolutely huge.

The monk was afraid that the cultivators would kill the gods in private, so he said:

"The gods in this world are weird!"

"They obviously only have foundation-level strength!"

"However, in battle, they can get infinitely close to Jindan-level power!"

"You can only try if you have the power to kill Jindan!"

"Or, like Chu, you have a super magic weapon!"

A cultivator smiled:

"I'm in a country with a princess!"

"That princess, give me a statue!"

"The power of the statue is huge, and it is infinitely close to the Jindan level!"

While speaking, he took out a stone statue with three heads and six arms.

When the monk saw it, his eyes were straight.

This stone statue, formed naturally, is a treasure.

If it is tempered with the Dharma, it can become the Angry-eyed King Kong of Daleiyin Temple!

The monk was itching and said:

"Brother, I want this exotic treasure!"

"You make a price!"

The cultivator smiled:

"My major spell is: hot wind, but the power of the spell is too small!"

"therefore:"

"I want a strange treasure that can control wind and fire!"

The monk is in trouble.

Over the years, he has been groggy, and he has been able to live until now, all relying on Chu Ge to take care of him.

Not a single treasure on his body.

His eyes rolled, and he whispered to the immortal cultivator:

"I have a strange treasure: it's called: Flesh Giving!"

The cultivator sneered: