The most powerful system in history

Chapter 462 Cultivating Immortals Is Actually Not Fun At All

The so-called one day in the mountains is a thousand years in the world.

Almost all monks have heard this sentence, and most of them think so.

After all, for monks, time is indeed the least valuable thing.

Just meditate, ten or eight years will be over, if you say you are lonely, you are not lonely.

But there are exceptions to everything, such as in that remote and remote rural place, that is, Qingzhou.The monks here might have recognized that sentence half a year ago.

But now, they have reached a consensus early on, that sentence is simply... bullshit.

Time, the most fucking hard time.

In the past six months, the monks in Qingzhou have experienced what it means to live like the sky.

They were trapped in this vast but extremely cramped ancient state, complaining that they should not respond every day, and that the land would not work.

The source of everything, of course, is that Heavenly Killing sect, and the Heavenly Killing head of that sect.

Since the birth of a puppet army called [Ghost Animal Pikachu] half a year ago, all the monks in Qingzhou have chosen to submit to the Nine Cauldrons, without exception.

Originally they thought that as long as they surrendered, the nightmare would pass.

It's a pity that they soon realized that they were still too naive and too young to know the dangers of this world and how cheap people can be.

Wu Liang, the head of the Nine Cauldron Sect, is a man determined to be violent.

In half a year, this principle was almost perfectly implemented.

Including [Ghost Animal Pikachu], as many as ten arms, all exploded out of Wu Liang's hands.

And every time a new unit appears, there is always a need for a test product to test the power of these units to see if there are any bugs or the like.

Wu Liang thought to himself that he was a good sect master who cared about his disciples, and a good master. Naturally, it was impossible to use the disciples and beauties of the Nine Cauldron Sect to conduct experiments.

As for guys like the Black Snitch, He Tiepiop, and Old Black Dragon, Wu Liang is not good at abusing them over and over again.

After a long time, the Animal Protection Association may come to the door.

So, unfortunately, Wu Liang set his mind on the innocent Qingzhou monks.

For half a year, almost all sects and monks in Qingzhou have endured insults from Wu Liang and Jiudingzong.

All-round abuse from the mind to the body.

If it weren't for the existence of the [Two Boundary Monuments], perhaps all the monks would choose to run away from home if they promised to make Qingzhou a big one.

It is too bitter!

So aggrieved!

Fortunately, there is a saying that is good, the suffering will eventually pass, and a brighter tomorrow is always waiting.

The time limit of half a year has finally passed.

The two boundary monuments cursed by countless monks are about to fail.

On this day, the whole state was boiling.

"Hey~"

"shhhhhh"

As if it was a festival, in the early morning of this day, the sun didn't even have time to reveal a corner, and the light from all directions was like a meteor shower, illuminating the entire Qingzhou.

Many monks, including the Ten Thousand Immortals League, came out from various counties one after another.

Going to the boundary between the two boundary monuments, in less than an hour, the area is already crowded with people, and all the monks obviously came for one purpose.

They wanted to see with their own eyes the moment the cage was broken.

However, they obviously miscalculated the treasure of the two boundary monuments.

I don't even look at who this treasure belongs to. If their resentment can take effect so easily, the six months will not be so difficult.

A group of monks waited and waited, from the darkness before dawn to the light of dawn.

Wait until the scorching sun rises, and wait until the scorching sun reaches the top.

Seeing the signs of the scorching sun setting towards the west mountain again, but the thin light curtain did not shatter at all.

what happened?

Could it be that the time is wrong?
not today?

All the monks looked at each other at this moment.

Some monks with weak minds couldn't bear the blow at this time.

They have waited foolishly for a whole morning, if they can't be relieved today, they may go home to hibernate.

The leader of the monks is still Old Swordsman of the Ten Thousand Immortals League.

Facing the puzzled and disappointed gazes of his compatriots, the sword lord said resolutely: "Impossible, the old man counts day and night, and there are no mistakes or omissions. The day of unblocking is this day."

Although all the monks were very anxious in their hearts, the leader of the sword alliance was highly respected after all, and everyone chose to believe in him.

Of course, murmurs are unavoidable.

"My God, open the door, we can't take it anymore."

"Heaven, earth, let's unblock, I'm leaving Qingzhou, I'm going home to grow sweet potatoes, cultivating immortals is not fun at all."

"This is hell and I'm leaving. What did we do wrong and why are we being treated like this?"

"We all surrendered at the beginning, but we still have to suffer such torture. God has no eyes."

……

"Hey, take a look."

Among the group of monks who were desperately complaining, one of them suddenly turned around inadvertently, as if seeing something, he subconsciously let out an exclamation.

Everyone hurriedly followed his fingers, and when they turned their heads, they saw the expected...horrible scene that should have appeared earlier.

In the sky far away, a large shadow is approaching.

Nuo Da Qingzhou was almost completely shrouded in the shadow at this moment.

All the monks could not contain the fear from the depths of their souls at this moment.

Even if all of them add up, they can already represent the entire Qingzhou.

Under the sky, there is a large army, an unprecedented army of millions composed of as many as ten puppet arms.

When that scene caught everyone's eyes, they all recalled what they had seen half a year ago, the supreme conquering army from the eighth-rank great power Yin Dynasty.

It stands to reason that in a land like Qingzhou, there must be no army capable of confronting that kind of conquering army.

But at this moment, common sense was broken.

Even the members of the Ten Thousand Immortals League subconsciously compared the two armies together.

After a comparison, they all came to a crazy conclusion that they couldn't believe: the army that was approaching in front of them... was even more terrifying.

"buzz buzz"

Almost at the same time, all the monks in Qingzhou shuddered, and then subconsciously began to separate.

A huge passage took shape in an instant.

Pity these monks in Qingzhou, because of the nearly half a year of ravages, they have obviously had a psychological shadow on the puppet army of the Nine Cauldron Sect.

Soon, the army came.

The first figure was none other than Sect Leader Wu who almost didn't make an appearance.

This bitch hasn't come out to bask in the sun for half a year. His skin and face are already one step closer to his lifelong goal - a pretty face.

As soon as this guy appeared, he saw so many monks gathering.

As soon as the thought in my heart changed, I realized the thoughts of the monks in Qingzhou in an instant.

At the corner of his mouth, a mysterious smile evoked.

Smiling, he cupped his hands at the leader of the Sword Alliance, and then said: "Old Leader Jian, everyone, it's so early in the morning, why are you taking a walk here?"

When everyone heard this, they vomited blood from the bottom of their hearts.

Early in the morning?
It's already three poles in the sun, okay?
Grandpa!

(End of this chapter)