Changsheng: I, Cao, can see the prompt

Chapter 571 Everyone, Overhaul
As the first person in the hall, Cao Wei looked at the sixty-two great monks who were taking their seats one after another with a calm expression, and couldn't help but smile: "You are old and young in an orderly manner!"

As soon as he said this, everyone laughed.

Although these great monks are all in the late stage of Nascent Soul, their magic power is not obvious, but they are also different in strength and weakness.

According to the practice in the practice world, the seniority of the seats is divided according to their respective realms and strengths. At present, everyone is in a tacit agreement in order of teeth, with the older person sitting in front and the younger person in the back seat.

Cao Wei glanced at the people present. Although he could judge the level of their magic power, these guys always had some tricks up their sleeves. If monks of the same level really fought to the death, it would be hard to say whether they would win or lose.

According to the list provided by the Elder's Hall, the oldest among these great monks is more than 2,300 years old, while the youngest is only over 1,500 years old.

Among these people, divided by spiritual roots, except for one who has three spiritual roots, five have dual spiritual roots, and the others all have different spiritual roots.

If distinguished by origin, except for three who are true casual cultivators, the others are either from a family of cultivators or from the Yuanying Sect with a long history.

Among these people, there are five whose practices are heretical and heretical practices that are strictly prohibited in the Elder Hall. They have been on the wanted list since the Golden Elixir stage.

However, after being hunted for hundreds of thousands of years, he was lucky enough to survive, and now he has broken through to the late Nascent Soul stage, and has been recruited by the Elder Hall, which can be regarded as a success.

And this presupposes that these people have not taken refuge with the alien race and acted as lackeys and hawks.

After all, after becoming great monks, these people have only one identity, that is, the elders of the human race, who command the practice area where they are located and have the right to intervene in all internal and external affairs of all parties.

While thinking, Cao Wei took a look at the old man in the first seat on the lower left. This man was wearing Ge Yi shorts, with dark skin, wrinkles on his face, and gray hair on his temples. He looked like an old farmer.

However, there seemed to be some old and new bloodstains on the clothes, trouser legs, etc. Some of them had turned black, while others could still smell the fishy smell.

And when the ancestor Xuan Hong, the newly promoted god in the clan, looked at him, the old farmer grinned and said: "Young man came in a hurry and didn't have time to change his clothes. It's really rude. I hope ancestor can forgive me." One or two.”

"There is no need to be so restrained. Did Ke Gong kill the dragon before?" Cao Wei asked unhurriedly.

Judging from the blood stains remaining on the opponent's body, it was dragon blood.

"Going back to our ancestors, when the little old man was traveling in the East China Sea, he happened to encounter Ao Mang, a dragon in the form of a monster python. When his hands were itchy, he slaughtered him. Before he could deal with it, he received a message from his ancestors. In a hurry Came back in time." Hou Kegong said with a smile.

After saying that, he waved his hand casually, and a body of a three-clawed dragon python with black scales all over its body and a pointed horn fell into the hall. It was more than twenty feet long.

Among the corpses, there was only a wound on the forehead as thick as a little finger.

Nowadays, no one in the world knows that the two god-transformation monks Xuan Hong and Ao Cang in front of them are father and son.

Before Ao Cang ascended to the Lingxuan Realm, he still had some bloodline left in the world. Among them was a dragon girl, Ao Ruo, who had broken through the Nascent Soul stage and could be regarded as the grandson of ancestor Xuanhong.

Therefore, Hou Kegong, a veteran monk, managed to explain it while laughing, so as not to be misunderstood by his ancestor.

No matter how much disagreement there is between father and son, it is their family matter after all, and outsiders don't want to get involved.

When Hou Kegong took out the corpse of the dragon python in the early stage of Yuanying, an old man in brocade clothes opposite him stroked his beard and said with a smile: "I haven't tasted dragon liver in more than three hundred years. I almost forgot what it is." It's great, you are so generous."

Then he looked at Cao Wei, bowed his head and said, "Ancestor, the greedy worm in my stomach has come up, I'm rude."

After saying this, although the man sat cross-legged and did not move, a hazy light appeared all over his body, and he formed two clones whose facial features could not be seen clearly, and walked towards the corpse of the dragon python.

I saw one of the incarnations using his hand as a knife to easily cut through the gleaming scales on the body of the dragon python, separate the fascia, bones and flesh, and take out the still steaming liver from the abdomen.

The other one took out a black ice knife and divided the liver of the dragon python on the spot. Each piece was crystal clear and thin enough to see light, and was placed piece by piece on a jade plate made of the best ice spirit stone. It was first presented to Cao Wei.

After doing this, the old man in golden clothes smiled and said: "You can do what you want. If it weren't for the sake of our ancestors, I don't know how many years it would take for Ke Gong to be generous. It's not easy!"

Upon hearing this, Hou Kegong shook his head helplessly: "You old boy is quite good at borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha."

The old man in brocade clothes smiled and said: "Since there is such a delicacy as dragon's liver, wouldn't it be a little less flavorful without fine wine?"

Then he stood up to attend, turned over and took out a bottle of red jade wine bottle, and held it in both hands: "This is made from the core of three thousand years of fire sycamore spirit wood, combined with the spirit of North Sea Xuanbing. It is the product of our ancestors." After some review, there is not enough advice!”

After saying that, the man walked forward slowly, walked up the side steps, walked to the short case where Cao Wei was sitting, sat aside, poured him a glass, and then placed the bottle of wine on the case. Then he bowed and resigned.

Cao Wei picked up the wine glass, turned it slightly, and then said with a smile: "There is no need to give advice. The monks of the Baiyu Sect of all generations have taken the best of hundreds of schools and used ancient and modern wine recipes. The Yiyang Lai Fu wine brewed can be seen all over the world. Among the thousands of fine wines, he can be ranked among the top five, so Cao is considered lucky today. "

If the foundation-building cultivator is lucky enough to take a sip of this wine before instilling the golden elixir, the obstacles and obstacles will intersect, and the water and fire will complement each other. It can increase the possibility by at least 30 to 40%. This wine even helps the Golden Elixir monks to survive the calamity and become infants.

The White Jade Sect where Mu Zongpu belongs has always been producing golden elixirs because of this spiritual wine. Now there are nearly a hundred of them, and it is precisely because of this that Nascent Souls have emerged one after another.

In this mere sect, in addition to him, the great monk, there are two middle-stage Yuanying monks and three early-stage Yuanying monks.

The White Jade Sect has a long history, and there are many mountains within the gate. There are also conflicts and frictions between each other. However, because the overall trend is still on the rise, whether it is the ancestor of Yuanying or the real person of Jindan, he often goes out to hunt and kill demon cultivators of various races. , grabbing spiritual spiritual objects from the outside world to feed the sect, so these problems were suppressed.

"My dear ancestor, I will only eat and drink like this for the rest of my life." Mu Zongpu said with a smile.

"I just had a whim today, so I didn't prepare anything to eat. I'll wait for you all later." Cao Wei said slowly.

After saying this, he took a sip of wine, and then picked up a piece of dragon liver and drank it.

"Ancestor's words are serious, it's up to me and other younger generations to show respect!" Everyone said hurriedly. Seeing Cao Wei pick up his chopsticks, the great monks present started to take action, using their spiritual thoughts as knives to take the spiritual flesh from the corpse of the dragon python.

As for Xiong Boxun, who had asked Cao Wei for help before, he was now sitting in the last row, only a few feet away from the palace gate.

The bearded man turned his hand and took out a bottle of elixir, poured out more than ten spiritual elixirs, stuffed them all into his mouth, then took a swig of the spirit wine and swallowed it into his stomach. , refining the medicinal power to treat the previous injuries.

A woman in palace attire sitting at the table on his right saw this and asked slowly: "I saw Boxun returning with the ancestor before. Where did you, stupid bear, cause trouble? Why bother the ancestor?" Go to the rescue? The clan merit points spent this time are quite a lot, so remember to turn them in in time!"

As soon as these words were said, the other great monks couldn't help but laugh loudly. While flattering Cao Wei for his benevolent act of protecting his descendants, they also made fun of Xiong Boxun.

After Cao Wei and the other three god-transforming monks reached their current state, the spiritual energy from all over the world was no longer enough to support them in maintaining their current state. As long as they did not take action, their own mana would not be lost.

But once you take action and use the teleportation method, you will inevitably lose mana.

At this time, they have to refine their inspiration and feed it back to themselves.

In addition, if these god-transformation monks want to improve their own realm, they will need a lot of inspiration.

On the other hand, due to the suppression of the Lower Mysterious Realm, if a great monk can obtain one by refining the same amount of spiritual energy, then the god-transforming monk can almost be said to have to refine hundreds or even thousands of them before he can barely achieve it. Got one.

Therefore, in this world now, no matter whether it is the nine major clans or the god-transforming monks from the clan, they are all in the early stage of cultivation, and not even one has broken through to the middle stage.

But even if there is only the slightest improvement, it is impossible for these god-transforming monks who are stranded in the outer world to let go. But if they try to seize these inspirations by themselves, it will only lose their identity on the surface. In fact, their personal efficiency is too low, how can it be compared? Hundreds of millions of monks from the entire ethnic group support it together?
In this way, the god-transformation monks have to need the monks in the ethnic group to collect or produce a large number of spiritual spiritual objects to cultivate their spiritual abilities and supply themselves with their needs.

As for the human race, the monks who transformed themselves into gods were enshrined by the human race, so they naturally had the obligation to protect their descendants. But whether they take action or not depends on their own wishes. No one can force them.

But if Cao Wei and other gods want to earn more merit points, they can exchange many rare treasures with the clan spirit Nan Ming, who is the treasure house of the clan.

There are usually several ways, one is to protect the Yuanying and Jindan juniors in the clan. Based on the cultivation level of the person saved, the merit points obtained are also high and low. For example, the price of the clan merit points spent by the great monk Xiong Boxun this time is comparable to a low-grade spiritual treasure that has been stored for at least a thousand years.

Such a price, if converted, is almost equivalent to the body and soul of a monk who has just entered the Yuanying. It can be said to be extremely expensive.

If it were any higher, even a great monk would be unable to bear it.

After all, the Qingxia Sect, which has been passed down for more than ten thousand years, has cultivated the Qingxia Sword for seven or eight thousand years, and it has just barely allowed this spiritual treasure to break through from a low-grade to a mid-grade.

But even so, having this escape route is something that ordinary Nascent Soul cultivators from a small clan cannot dream of.

Secondly, if human race gods can seriously injure or even kill monks of the same level from other races, they will also receive meritorious service, but the amount is limited.

A hundred years ago, Cao Wei seriously injured the Ming Ling of the Great Wilderness Holy Sect. In the eyes of the old man Nan Ming of the Treasure House Formation Ling, it was considered a meritorious service.

Finally, if the human race can expand its territory, then the current ancestor of the transformed gods should be the first to contribute, and other transformed gods who participate in it can also gain something.

In short, the powerful human race in the upper realm encourages the juniors in the lower realm to do their best to destroy other ethnic groups. It is best to occupy the entire lower realm.

But when he heard everyone's ridicule, Xiong Boxun was not annoyed at all. He stood up, raised his glass and said in salute: "Boxun is grateful to the ancestor for saving his life. I have always been a dumb person and can't speak. But from now on, as long as you say a word, ancestor, I will Even if I have to go through the mountains of swords and the sea of ​​fire, if I frown, then I am a wolf-hearted and ungrateful person who didn’t even bother to give birth to a son. All my colleagues here, please bear witness!”

After saying this, he toasted Cao Wei three times in one breath, and then toasted to the other great monks present.

At the same time, Cao Wei raised his glass and responded: "I understand what Boxun means, don't stand still."

The other great monks present also responded one after another.

After doing this, Xiong Boxun just took his seat again, and then said with a smile: "Comrades, please don't laugh at me. If you encounter Wu Jing and Wu Zhiqi, you must be more careful. Don't capsize the boat in the ditch and pay some merit." It's a small thing, but when the time comes and I have to trouble the ancestors to go there in person, it will be a big sin. "

Hearing this, Mu Zongpu of the White Jade Sect frowned slightly and asked, "As far as I know, Wu Jing is only over 800 years old. Has he now reached the late Nascent Soul stage?"

"Why not? Although this Wuzhiqi has just broken through, it is in the Arctic Yuanshan Continent and has all the advantages. I have been practicing for more than 1,300 years, but I am still no match for it." Xiong Boxun said deeply. Sighed deeply.

"Ancestor, after some time, I and Zong Pu will go to sea with Boxun to go to the Yuanshan Continent in the Arctic to see if they can join forces to kill this beast! Wuzhi Qi is now under the command of the Yu Jing clan , We absolutely cannot allow the other party to make another breakthrough," the old farmer-looking Hou Kegong said slowly.

Hearing this, Cao Wei said slowly: "It's true that we can't let it go, but you should be careful. Wu Jing's Wu Zhiqi seems to be reckless and impulsive, but there are subtleties in the rough. If the god-transforming monks from other tribes intervene, I will You will take action, you don’t have to worry!”

"Thank you, ancestor!" Hou Kegong bowed slightly.

This person was among the great monks present. He was a true casual cultivator and a practitioner of evil practices.

However, more than 400 years ago, after being recruited by the Elders Hall, he never attacked fellow monks again, at least not on the surface.

During this period, this person attacked the foreign Nascent Soul cultivators. Every few decades, a demon king with initial cultivation level would die in his hands.

And these foreign Nascent Souls range from Jiaolong, Xuangui, to the Peng clan, Xiangliu and other eight major clans.

The reason for doing this is to use it as a certificate of surrender and to regain the trust of the ancestor of the human race's god.

This point can be seen at a glance, whether it is Jin Mu, Wu Xiang, Cao Wei, or other great monks.

(End of this chapter)