fantasy novels 【221】Three Wisps Of Meritorious Golden Light Are Godsons? Wu Ping's Pets Have Eaten More Than T
【221】Three Wisps Of Meritorious Golden Light Are Godsons? Wu Ping's Pets Have Eaten More Than T
Wu Ping listened all the way.
#UR.....
Don't know what level the doomsday world is?
Logically speaking, it shouldn't be bad.
After all, both the Bazhen and the Qinghong Shuangjiao came from the doomsday world.
And those zombies.
There are virtual immortals and real immortals...
Refining truth into fiction, refining fiction into truth...
Wu Ping thought for a while, if the doomsday world is real, those zombie souls in his body...should be fictional?
I thought a lot about it.
But still have to take it slow.
"Then what realm are you?"
Wu Ping asked.
"Me, I'm cultivating Xu Xian, but I haven't completed it yet."
"It's very early, let me tell you... Huh
Yi Changsheng's "Nine Seven Three" got stuck on his lips.
Wu Ping: "What's wrong?"
While speaking, the void flickering at the speed of light around the two of them changed instantly, and real scenes appeared around them.
Gradually solidified from nothingness.
Until the sound of the sky-reaching river resounded, he felt the familiar environment around him.
They are back.
The three fairyland patriarchs of the Seven Blood Sect immediately surrounded them.
Look left and right at Wu Ping.
"Wu Ping, are you okay?"
"How are you? Is there anything uncomfortable?"
"How do you feel, do you want to throw up, is there any injury?"
Wu Ping looked at the three uncles with worries on their faces and shook his head: "I'm fine, I'm fine, thank you three uncles for your concern.
Hear him say that.
These three Immortal Realm Demon Venerables of the Seven Blood Sect let out a sigh of relief.
Instead, he turned his attention to Yi Changsheng, who was looking at the world.
"Who is this???"
Blood Sea Demon Venerable asked.
"Oh? This is a friend I know, thanks to him, otherwise, if I want to come back, I will need to use some means.
Wu Ping casually said that he hadn't told the three uncles about Yi Changsheng's real situation for the time being.
Yi Changsheng was also quite cooperative: "I have met the three seniors."
The eyes of the three Demon Lords flickered and exchanged for a while: "Since Wu Ping, you are fine, then we will go to work first, you must pay attention to safety.
"I know, don't worry, the three uncles."
The three ancestors of the Seven Blood Sect instantly melted into the void and left.
After they left, the smile on Yi Changsheng's face gradually disappeared: "Brother, your world is not simple, and your uncle is not simple either.
"Oh? Not easy? How to say?"
Yi Changsheng smiled: "In order to search for news about the gods, I have been to many midstream worlds. Your world has three characteristics. First, the smell of gods is particularly strong. Second, the luck of the world is too good. Compared with In the general middle world, if the luck of those middle worlds is one, the world we are in now is one hundred."
"So much?"
Wu Ping frowned.
When something goes wrong, there must be a demon.
"Besides, you three uncles seem to be not ordinary people. It makes me feel dangerous, but how can such a person stay in the middle and not go to the upper reaches?"
"Anyway, I'm also a proud man. If you, the three uncles, go upstream, I'm afraid many big sects will rob you."
"But there are many traces left by the years on their bodies."
"This is not in line with my feeling. It's like mountain climbing can take a shortcut to reach the sky, but they choose to climb up step by step..."
"And it gives me this feeling. Logically speaking, the mid-stream world can't accommodate them, but they can pull the void at will, trigger the law, and kill themselves. It must be a self-killing knife, and it is a very ruthless knife. "
"At least ninety-nine percent of its own existence has been eliminated!"
"The luck in this world is so rich...I feel that it's the fault of your three uncles, but why do you raise such luck? It's just a mid-level world, and the three of you can't tell each other apart."
"Moreover, it is almost impossible to raise such a large amount of luck in the world, at least I have never seen anyone succeed, and...how much time does it take to have such a large amount of luck, ten thousand years, hundreds of thousands ? If they want to do something, they will definitely be blocked by the way of heaven......"
"In my own land, the seeds belong to others, but Heaven is ruthless, and it doesn't care about you so much. Once it's in my own land, it's its property, and I won't let others pick the fruit...... "
"Strange....strange...."
Yi Changsheng frowned.
Wu Ping listened.
There was a information gap between him and Yi Changsheng.
And the difference is that he knows that it will be difficult for the Seven Blood Sect to launch the Great Heitian.
If the luck of this world is really raised by the Seven Bloods, then it is difficult for Daheitian to explain it.
And the way of heaven has blocked it.
But it was cleared by Wu Ping.
"Will that pose any threat to me?"
Yi Changsheng looked at Wu Ping: "You have added merit, how dare you threaten you, you are on it, you are helpful to heaven and earth, heaven and earth will give you merit and keep you safe, this is complementary, let alone There is an action on you."
"Just trying to kill you, they will all suffer."
"This is the fearlessness of people with merit and virtue. If you want to kill you, you must find someone with the same merit and virtue.
"I said, the way of heaven is ruthless, this is the way of heaven is ruthless, you can kill others, but others cannot kill you.
"People with meritorious deeds are like God's godsons. If outsiders conflict with godsons, they must help godsons beat outsiders. If godsons conflict with godsons"
Wu Ping: "What will happen?"
Yi Changsheng smiled: "It depends on who is closer, the more meritorious deeds are, the closer they are, they are all godsons, but the law of heaven also has preferences.
Hearing these words, Wu Ping silently glanced at the magic tree in his sea of consciousness, which has been dyed golden 2.4 by virtue...
He should be very close, right???
This... shouldn't be too little.
"Then how do you count more and how do you count less?"
Yi Changsheng raised a finger: "I know that one ray counts, I have seen a monk with merit, that is a young master of the ancient immortal sect, extremely arrogant, with three golden rays of merit on his head every day. "
Wu Ping:…………
He didn't speak, but turned his head to look at Ba Fei next to him.
This little thing seems to have eaten more than a wisp.
Co-authoring a little master from the ancient immortal religion can't keep up with one of his pets?
Asking for a monthly pass, there was a power outage this afternoon, and it seems to be overhauling something.