On the top of a beautiful and extraordinary mountain, you can only see the pine forest swaying, the clear spring gurgling, the moon reflects the stream, quiet and bright.%&*"; Occasionally, the breeze blows by, blowing waves of blue waves.

A white light suddenly appeared and then quickly expanded into a white light egg covered with runes. Then the light egg broke and dissipated in the air. A monk with a sharp-eyed and strong face walked out and slowly looked around.

"It's actually tonight!"

Wang Dong looked around and saw a stone cave not far away, which was dry inside, so he walked over.

He threw down a few spirit stones and set up a mystery array and warning array near the cave. Then Wang Dong sat cross-legged. Such a thing happened in Langhuan's blessed land. Wang Dong was eager to take a look at his situation at this moment.

When I sank the spiritual consciousness into the dantian, I did not find any strangeness in the dantian. There was a huge furnace inside, with colorful flames floating in it, all spiritual power entering the body from the surface of the body, falling into the furnace, the essence was extracted, and it ran through the whole body again, and it continued to flow continuously.

And above is the purple palace, and there is still only the ancient flying sword floating inside, standing there quietly, as if it has never changed since time immemorial, but the golden book Shenming disappeared.

Wang Dong slowly ascended his spiritual consciousness. When he reached the position of the heavenly spirit, Wang Dong was stunned. Where there was only the sea of ​​consciousness, a huge purple thunder vortex appeared in the sky. Tiny purple divine thunders shuttled through the vortex, and the misty air covered the entire area.

The purple air is hazy, and a palace is immersed in the sea of ​​consciousness. Two divine dragons wind and circling over the palace, spitting out five-color clouds from time to time, and rushing into the purple thunder vortex, having a lot of fun.

Xiao Mutou was sitting on the top of the palace, his eyes had recovered as before, as if he felt Wang Dong coming, and blinked at Wang Dong. What he held in his hands was something else that was not the golden book.

"Master.i^"

A cry sounded in Wang Dong's sea of ​​consciousness. Who else could it be if it weren't for the weird sound of Xiao Mutou?

Wang Dong frowned and said, "Little Mutou, what's going on?"

Xiao Mutou put the golden book into the air and stood up straight up. The golden book had no support and was still floating in the air, emitting a faint golden light.

I could only hear Xiaomutou say, "The golden book Shenming is the key to the Temple of God. It has blooded from the master to recognize the master, and everything in the Temple of God will naturally belong to the master."

Wang Dong was speechless. He just wanted to ask why these things appeared inexplicably in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Xiao Mutou smiled, but his laughter was like rubbing against a clay pot with a steel knife, which was extremely unpleasant: "Master, how can such a high-end thing in the Hall of God be warmed up in the Purple Mansion? So I came to the sea of ​​consciousness without authorization, opened up a pure land, and also gave us a place to rest."

...

Wang Dong actually wanted to ask: "If you need my body, can you just shoot me to destroy my soul and then take over the body without my permission?"

"No, Master, the sound of God is connected to your soul. If your soul is destroyed, we will also be destroyed in ash, so don't worry, Master."

It is a very boring thing to reason with an institution. Wang Dong simply ignores this matter. Anyway, this matter is not harmful to him for the time being. However, this Temple of God occupies a sea of ​​consciousness, what about Lao Jin?

"Haha, you guy has a conscience, but the reason why this sea of ​​consciousness is called the sea is because of its vastness and boundless meaning. This temple of gods only occupies a small piece, I'm deeper..."

"This little Mutou can't feel you?" Wang Dong frowned slightly, as if he could feel his consciousness as long as he thought for a moment. Why didn't he know where Mr. Jin was?

Old Jin smiled and said, "This little wood is just a puppet. It only affects your safety, or as long as you have something to do, he can feel your thoughts. He will not know what you don't want him to know, but I can have independent thinking. I will know what I want to know, and I will not hear what I don't want to know, even if you call me a broken throat..."

Wang Dong looked as if he was ashen and the girl oxox, wouldn’t he be known to this silver-blooded Lao Jin?

Feeling Wang Dong's thoughts, Lao Jin laughed: "Don't worry, boy, I don't want to know just your little thing. I missed me when I was a dragon that dominated the world with all the beauties, but you didn't know where..."

At this stage of Mr. Jin, he naturally would not talk nonsense. Wang Dong felt relieved, thought about it for a while, and said to the little wood: "That means I am your master now, and the items in the Temple of God are mine, are they?"

Xiaomutou said that the Temple of God can inherit the way of heaven and is the nine spiritual gods of Xuantian. The things inside are amazing. Heavenly treasures, earthly treasures, divine alchemy treasures, no, no, I would be sorry for the three words "Divine Hall" if I didn't take out an immortal artifact.

Xiao Mutou shook his head, and the neck creaked. I don’t know if it was because of the lack of lubricant or something, but he heard it say: “The master’s authority is not enough now and he cannot open the temple for the time being. If you want to obtain the inheritance of the Heavenly Dao, you need to further improve your strength.”

"When will it be enough? Foundation building? Golden Pill? Or Nascent Soul?" Wang Dong thought that this divine sound was the same magical power. Even Mr. Jin secretly praised it. Just the key to the Temple of God can be so powerful. How powerful should the Temple of God be?

"If you want to drive the Temple of God, the master's cultivation level must at least be in the God Transformation Stage." As soon as Xiaomu spoke, Wang Dong was speechless.

Transforming God?

"However, the Temple of God has many functions. Starting from the golden elixir, whenever the master reaches a great realm, it will be opened to the master one after another." Xiao Mutou said so many words, only this sentence is the most beautiful.

Wang Dong then breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that this Temple of God was not a waste of food. When he formed a pill, what would he open to himself? Could it be an immortal weapon? Or is it a skill that can add strength to sleep? It is also OK to use an ancient secret technique!

Wang Dong had the urge to knock a few more Tian Qian Dan and immediately formed the pill...

However, with the supreme willpower, Wang Dong still suppressed this idea. Building a foundation and building a good foundation is the most important thing. You should not be greedy for a moment! This is why ordinary sects only recruit cultivators in the foundation-building stage. Once they successfully form elixirs and achieve the Golden Pill Avenue, the foundation has become a foregone conclusion and cannot be laid again. Then the future achievements will be established...

"Master, there is one more thing."

"You said." Wang Dong was in a good mood, and the appearance of this little wood became a little cute. Look at him, he is so good.

"Master, as your steward, you will leave it to Xiaomutou for any erotic refining, refining weapons, repairing magic weapons, and other errands in the future. Xiaomutou will help you with everything, as long as you concentrate on your practice."

Perhaps because he was afraid that Wang Dong would not believe it, he waved the little wood casually and didn't know how he did it. He only saw a colorful flame floating on his fingertips, cheering and dancing like an elf, and instantly turned into three flowers, supporting a furnace and cauldron in a horn-like manner.

Although I don’t know what kind of flame it is, but it looks pretty good. Even the baby fire of the Nascent Soul monk has fallen below, but the small wood is still so skillful...
Chapter completed!