The Strongest Legion in the End Times

Chapter 1806 Holding the book of life in hand, writing the spring and autumn

"Yan, you have to stay inside and experience an unknown period of time. I believe that after we meet next time, I will surprise you a little bit."

Holy Kaisa looked at Yan and said with a smile: "You become the master, our angel family must have at least a few practitioners in the extreme realm?"

"In this way, there are masters on the top who suppress everything, and there are strong people in the extreme state of the world wandering around, so it can be called a powerful force."

Even though she didn't intervene in Tong Yan's speech at dusk just now, of course, she couldn't intervene mainly, and she didn't dare to intervene.

But she probably understands a little bit, and it will take a long time for Yan to make up for their lack of years of experience.

The promotion to master at the peak of the extreme dao realm has a lot to do with one's own experience?

This is the first time she has heard of this.

So she has to start preparing. It is true that Daoyu is stronger than she expected, but she never feels that she can't be the master!

In fact, she was still thinking, how would Ruoyan feel when he saw himself who had become the master next time?

But she didn't think about it, and what she didn't know was.

At this moment, there are frequent wars outside and the situation is in crisis.

Will Chu Qingheyan's promotion trip really waste a lot of time?
Will the outside world give them such a long time?
At the same moment, the original secret realm.

"Ok?"

Chu Qing frowned slightly and let out a surprise.

Then the body trembled, and under the action of a mysterious force, the soul diverged, and the consciousness entered a mysterious world.

In this world, illusion exists in reality, and reality exists in illusion.

At first glance, it looks like a mirage, but if you look carefully, you will feel that this is a real world, and the creatures in it are all real creatures with flesh and blood and full of emotions.

People say that there are immortals in the sky, who live in the Lingxiao Temple, hold the book of life in their hands, and draw the spring and autumn with a pen!
Wang Ce never believed in this.

Because he is a scholar and has read a lot of poetry and books, he naturally doesn't believe in these.

Although he was born in a poor family, he has a fiery heart to get fame.

He believes that if you put your heart into it, God will live up to it!
As long as he studies hard and earnestly enriches himself, then he will definitely be able to get the fame he wants!
Even in the end, it may be possible to become a prime minister who is under that one person and above ten thousand people.

Since ancient times, there have been sages who have assisted Mingjun and said that if His Majesty is enlightened today, if he becomes the prime minister, he will definitely be famous in history.

Of course, this idea is only known to him.

If other people know his unrealistic idea, they will laugh at him for daydreaming!
And he also knows that the road has to be taken step by step.

So his current goal is just to obtain the status of a Juren.

In Huangming Village, in a relatively simple and somewhat crumbling wooden house, a young man in a torn robe was holding a withered book, sitting on a dilapidated wooden table with candles, reading aloud.

"Those who first saw a gentleman after hearing about it said: "A certain person who insists on being famous among generals.not rank"

The young man has delicate features and is reading a book heartily.

The triennial imperial examination is coming soon.

So during this period of time, he has to hurry up and read some more books, and strive to succeed in the exam!

While he was reading and reading, the sky slowly darkened.

"Ah~"

Wang Ce yawned, then turned his head to look at the already dark sky, and slowly closed the book.

"Grumbling."

At this moment, there was a sound in his stomach.

This reminded him that he needed to eat.

Otherwise, he would not have the ability to continue.

(End of this chapter)