Sign in to the Heavenly Master Palace, the Downhill Is Invincible

　　 Spirit Demon Realm, a small village in a mountain range that stretches without seeing the edge.

　　 is a village rather than a shack.

　　 "咚—"

　　 "咚—"

　　...

　　 The bell rang, and the Qingniu tribesmen, who were ploughing in the mountains with their heads down, put down their work and turned around to gather in the village.

　　 "My lord, do you have any quests?" a tauren who was more than two feet tall asked with an urn voice.

　　 "I know, today it's our turn to robbery." Next to him, someone beamed his eyes and said loudly.

　　 "It's not the day yet? Didn't the lord say that the path of the robbery should follow the rules, once every three days, this is only the past day." Someone raised his hand contemptuously and said with a cow's hoof.

　　...

　　 Amid the noisy noise, Xu Cheng walked out slowly with a face of righteousness and morality.

　　 "Meet the king!"

　　 Those Qingniu tribesmen with hoes and poles in their hands hurriedly bowed.

　　 Xu Cheng nodded and waved his hand.

　　 "Boom—"

　　 A huge black fish monster with a length of thirty feet fell to the ground.

　　 "Hey, what a big fish!"

　　 "Where did you catch this fish? We don't have such a big lake in Wanlishan..."

　　...

　　 too lazy to pay attention to these tauren's babbles, Xu Cheng coughed softly, suppressing all the voices.

　　 "This fish is for your spiritual practice."

　　 Practice!

　　 Practice?

　　 A group of tauren looked at each other, their heads swayed.

　　 "Majesty, our blue cows don't kill."

　　 "We don't eat meat."

　　 "This fish should be buried."

　　 Xu Cheng's face was cold, and he shouted, "Who let you eat meat?"

　　 "The fish is washed and peeled, the blood is poured into the medicine field, and the bones, scales, tendons, and fish eyes are put into the warehouse."

　　 "Fish meat, one piece for each person, refining the blood."

　　 The faint coercion on Xu Cheng's body enveloped them, and the members of the Blue Bull tribe bowed their heads, not daring to echo.

　　 "Do you understand?" Xu Cheng shouted loudly.

　　 "Understand."

　　 "Understand."

　　 "Understand..."

　　 Xu Cheng gave a cold snort, turned his head and walked into the shack.

　　Here is where he settled in the spirit demon world.

　　 Three years ago, when he avoided those powerful monsters from hunting down and killing him, he came to this paradise-like Wanli Mountain, gathered a group of uncontested members of the Qingniu tribe, and lived a comfortable life of robbing houses and planting medicines and flowers.

　　Although these Qingniu people are a little stupid, they are fortunate to be honest and willing to work.

　　 In the past three years, they have opened up a medicinal field that stretches for hundreds of miles, and they have planted all kinds of elixir.

　　 The aura and climate of this spirit demon world are extremely suitable for planting elixir.

　　As long as these elixir is planted, it doesn't take long to grow and pick.

　　 Xucheng’s Taoist realm has now piled up several spirit medicine mountains, and he just can’t spare the time to refine it into a pill.

　　———

"when-"

　　 The long sword slashed on the dark armor, making a long mark, and after a while, the long mark slowly dissipated.

　　 "Well, this armor can protect the grandmaster from a blow with less than five hits, but it's not bad."

　　 Putting away the sword, Huo Yuansheng nodded and said.

　　 Huo Yuansheng is the son of Huo Yushan. He has a triple cultivation base in the Martial Saint Realm, and his refining tool has been inherited by his father.

　　 Huo Yushan is now busy helping Xu Cheng build the armor-breaking battleship, and Huo Yuansheng is responsible for other refining matters.

　　 "Hey, this armor is good, but it's useless for the battlefield of a hundred races." Ning Changkong looked at the aura of armor and shook his head.

　　On the battlefield of a hundred races, there are rare masters in the realm of masters, most of them are semi-sage or even martial-sage masters, and there are even Taoist leaders.

　　 This armor, which can only withstand the blow of the master, is of no use at all.

　　 "Who said I would use the Hundred Races Battlefield?"

　　 Xu Cheng gave a chuckle, raised his hand a little, and countless pieces of nails, fish bones, fish tendons, etc. piled up into a mountain.

　　 "All are made into magical artifacts for me, don't be too good, just one blow can withstand the Grandmaster Realm."

　　 With a smile on his face, he said, "The big deal is just a few more sets."

　　 These armors and magical weapons are really not reserved for the battlefield of a hundred races, but used to strengthen the subordinates on the great world of the demon prison.

　　 Demon Prison Great World is weak and strong, only by arming his subordinates to the teeth, he can lead them to fight for a larger territory and get more supplies.

　　Those guys have thick skins, and wearing a few more armors won't make any difference.

　　 Hearing Xu Cheng's words, Huo Yuansheng nodded blankly.

　　This armor, how many more can I wear...

　　———

　　 Guo Changqing of the Yunlong Great Realm, Wanhua Demon Lord of the Demon Prison Realm, and the Mountain King Niu Youde of the Spirit Demon Realm are all clones of Xu Xinghua.

　　Through the sign-in space, Xu Cheng can integrate and exchange the various resources they are getting.

　　 So far, the effect is pretty good.

　　The armor-breaking battleship was invincible in the sea of ​​the Yunlong Great Realm, and it gained a lot.

　　Throwing the bodies of those sea monsters to the spirit monster world, not only can they collect a lot of materials, but the flesh and blood with sufficient blood can also help the people of the Blue Bull tribe to improve their cultivation.

　　 What those guys said not to eat meat, but the cultivation base was too low in the past, and there is no chance to get meat refining.

　　 As for the Great World of Demon Prisons, there are thousands of Iron Armed Demon Clan who cut down black hemlock for Xu Cheng every day.

　　 Looking at it now, everything is developing in a good place.

　　 I believe that the three clones continue to accumulate, and while the cultivation base is improved, they can also get more resources.

　　 "It's time to go to Taixuan Palace..."

　　 Xu Cheng sitting in Liuyun Caolu whispered to himself.

　　 He is now the four-level cultivation base of Dao Sovereign.

　　Because of the refining stars and the world that are not considered attrition, his Dao realm continues to expand, and his own cultivation level is actually very slow.

　　 With the continuous improvement of the Taoist realm and the constant refinement of the Profound Sky Realm, his own cultivation realm has been somewhat unable to keep up with the growth of the Taoist realm.

　　 If he hadn't entrusted the Profound Sky World to Ji Zishu and Ning Changkong, and left his Dao Realm to the care of the ancestor Lei Yan, he would have no time to get out of practice.

　　 If this continues, before the Dao Realm grows, his own body and mind will collapse first.

　　 And judging from the current progress, within a hundred years, neither he nor the disciples of the Celestial Master's Palace who subtly cultivated in the Taoist realm will be able to grow to the point where they can survive on the battlefield of a hundred races.

　　 If you want to grow faster, UU Reading www.uukahnshu.com Xu Cheng thinks it is necessary to go to the Taixuan Palace.

　　 "I hope it's time..."

　　 whispered softly, an aura slowly formed on his body, then turned into an appearance like him, and walked slowly into the Lingyun Cave.

　　"Om—"

　　 Taixuan Immortal Palace, the big array in Dongyu's side hall lit up.

　　 "Cultivation, Wusheng 4th grade, bone age, less than fifty, aptitude, excellent, xinxing, excellent..." A Taoist with a blue nose and a swollen face turned his face while looking at the bright formation pattern.

　　 "Brother Wu, this pattern is absolutely broken..."

　　 Not far from him, a Taoist man with gauze tied on his head nodded and said: "This aptitude, keep up with the last time you have it—"

　　 Mentioned the last time, their complexion changed.

　　 "Hmph, that yellow dragon, a junk thing from a martial sage, turned out to be sent to the palace master as a peerless genius..."

　　 "No, when it's improper, I have to go find this kid and beat me again, otherwise I will be slapped in vain. The Lord said, let me suffer three years of torture."

　　 "That's okay with you, my head hurts when it rains!"

　　...

　　 In a flash, Xu Cheng's figure appeared on the formation.

　　 "This is Taixuan Palace?"

　　 Looking at the broad and brilliant hall, Xu Cheng couldn't help nodding.

　　 It seems that I have come to the right place.

　　The light of this hall shows the extraordinaryness of this place.

　　 "Ding! Congratulations to the host for signing in to the Dongyu Piandian of the Taixuan Immortal Palace and rewarding the Tianshi's footwork "Yubu"."

　　 Yubu?

　　 Xu Cheng's consciousness moved, and he was just about to look through it.

　　 "Um, you, can't come down yet." A Taoist with a tilted mouth looked at Xu Cheng and screamed, breaking the glory of this place solemnly.