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

In the spirit demon world, there is a small village in the mountains stretching beyond sight.

It's more like a shack than a village.

"Boom—"

"Boom—"

...

The knocking of the big bell sounded, and the Qingniu people who were farming with their heads bowed in the valleys hurriedly put down their work and turned to gather in the village.

"My lord, do you have any other missions?" A tauren who was over two feet tall asked in a low voice.

"I know, it's our turn to rob Dao today." Beside him, someone's eyes lit up and he spoke loudly.

"It's not the time yet, right? Didn't your majesty say that robbery should be done according to the rules? Every three days, only one day has passed." Someone raised his hand contemptuously and said, wrenching the cow's hooves.

...

Amidst the noisy noise, Xu Cheng, who was upright and incarnated as Niu Youde, walked out slowly.

"Meet the king!"

Those Qingniu people holding hoes and poles bowed quickly.

Xu Cheng nodded and waved his hand.

"boom--"

A huge black fish demon thirty feet long fell to the ground.

"Hey, what a big fish!"

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

...

Too lazy to pay attention to the gossip of these tauren, Xu Cheng coughed lightly, suppressing all voices.

"This fish is for your cultivation."

Practice!

Practice?

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

"My lord, we Qingniu clan don't kill animals."

"We don't eat meat."

"The fish should be buried."

Xu Cheng's face turned cold, and he said in a low voice, "Who told you to eat meat?"

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

"Fish meat, share a piece for each person, and refine the blood in it."

The faint coercion shrouded Xu Cheng's body, and those Qingniu people all lowered their heads, not daring to respond.

"Do you understand?" Xu Cheng shouted loudly.

"clear."

"clear."

"clear……"

Xu Cheng snorted coldly, turned his head and walked into the shack.

This is where he settled in the spirit demon world.

Three years ago, when he was evading the pursuit of those powerful monster clans, he came to this paradise-like Wanli Mountain, and gathered a group of Qingniu people who were indifferent to the world, and lived a comfortable life of looting houses, planting medicines and collecting flowers.

Although these Qingniu people are a bit stupid, they are honest and willing to work.

In the past three years, they have opened up medicine fields stretching for hundreds of miles, all of which have been planted with various elixir.

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

As long as these elixirs are planted, they will grow and be harvested in a short time.

Xu Cheng's Dao Realm has already piled up several mountains of elixir, but there is no time to refine it into pills.

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"when--"

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

"Well, it's not bad that this armor can protect against a blow from a grandmaster below the fifth level."

Putting away the long sword, Huo Yuansheng nodded and said.

Huo Yuansheng is the son of Huo Yushan, he has cultivated at the third level of the Martial Saint Realm, and he has already inherited his father's art of refining.

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

"Hey, this armor is good, but it's useless to the battlefield of hundreds of clans." Ning Changkong looked at the armor full of aura, shook his head and said.

On the battlefield of hundreds of clans, there are very few grand masters, most of them are semi-sage or even martial saints, and there are even Taoist leaders.

This armor can only withstand a blow from the Grandmaster, it is useless at all.

"Who said I'm going to use Hundred Clans Battlefield?"

Xu Cheng chuckled lightly,

Raise your hand a little, and countless armor plates, fish bones, fish tendons, etc. have piled up into mountains.

"Give me all of them to be refined into magic weapons. Don't be too good. It can withstand a blow from the master realm."

With a smile on his face, he said, "It's a big deal to add a few more sets."

He really didn't keep these armors and magic weapons for use on the battlefield of hundreds of clans, but to strengthen his subordinates on the other side of the Demon Prison Realm.

In the devil prison world, the weak prey on the strong, and only by arming his subordinates to the teeth can he lead them to compete for a larger territory and obtain more supplies.

Those guys have rough skin and thick flesh, and wearing a few more armors will not have the slightest effect.

Hearing Xu Cheng's words, Huo Yuansheng nodded in a daze.

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

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Guo Changqing from the Yunlong Realm, Wanhua Demon Monarch from the Demon Prison Realm, and Niu Youde, the mountain king from the Spirit Demon Realm, are all clones of Xu Chenghua.

By signing in to the space, Xu Cheng can integrate and exchange the various resources they have obtained.

So far, the effect is not bad.

The armor-piercing battleship was invincible in the sea of ​​Yunlong Dajie, and gained a lot.

Throwing the bodies of those sea monsters into the spirit demon world can not only collect a lot of materials, but the flesh and blood with sufficient vitality can also help those Qingniu people improve their cultivation.

Those guys said that they don't eat meat, but their cultivation level was too low in the past, and they didn't have the opportunity to get meat to refine that's all.

As for the Demon Prison World, there are already tens of thousands of iron-armed demons cutting down black hemlock trees for Xu Cheng every day.

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

I believe that the three avatars will continue to accumulate, and while improving their cultivation, they will also be able to obtain more resources.

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

Xu Cheng, who was sitting cross-legged in the Liuyun thatched cottage, whispered to himself.

He is now at the fourth level of Daojun.

Because his dao realm continued to expand regardless of the consumption of refining stars and worlds, the improvement of his own cultivation was very slow.

With the continuous improvement of the Dao Realm and the continuous refinement of the Tianxuan World, his own cultivation realm has been somewhat unable to keep up with the growth rate of the Dao Realm.

If he hadn't entrusted the Profound Sky World to Ji Zishu and Ning Changkong, and entrusted his Dao Realm to Patriarch Lei Yan to take care of him, he might not even have time to practice.

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

And judging from the current progress, within a hundred years, neither he himself nor the disciples of the Tianshi Palace who were cultivating in the Taoist world could grow to the point where they could survive on the battlefield of hundreds of clans.

If he wanted to grow faster, Xu Cheng felt that it was necessary to visit the Taixuan Immortal Palace.

"I hope I can make it in time..."

Whispering softly, a spiritual light slowly formed on his body, and then turned into an appearance that was identical to him, and walked slowly into Lingyun Cave.

"Om—"

In the Taixuan Immortal Palace, the big array in the Dongyu side hall lit up with aura.

"Cultivation, Martial Saint Fourth Level, bone age, less than fifty, aptitude, excellent, xinxing, excellent..." A Taoist with a bruised nose and a swollen face turned his face away while looking at the glowing pattern.

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

Not far from him, a Taoist with gauze tied on his head nodded and said: "This qualification is as good as what I had last time——"

Mentioning the last time, the expressions of the two changed.

"Hmph, what kind of dragon is that Huang, a piece of garbage from the first level of a martial sage, but it turned out to be sent to the hall master as a peerless genius..."

"No, I won't be on duty anymore, I have to find this kid to beat me up again, otherwise I will be slapped for nothing, the palace master said, and I will suffer three years of torture."

"You're fine, my head hurts when it rains!"

...

With a flash of inspiration, Xu Cheng's figure appeared on the array.

"This is Taixuan Immortal Palace?"

Looking at the vast and splendid hall, Xu Cheng couldn't help nodding.

It seems that I have come to the right place.

This hall alone shows the extraordinaryness of this place.

"Ding! Congratulations to the host for signing in to the Dongyu Side Hall of Taixuan Immortal Palace, and rewarding the Celestial Master's footwork "Yu Step"."

Yubu?

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

"Well, you, don't come down yet." A Taoist with a crooked mouth looked at Xu Cheng and roared, breaking the splendor and solemnity of this place.