my virtual kingdom

Chapter 479 Target: Cangyu Realm
time flies.

In the blink of an eye, 30 years have passed.

In the past 30 years, Honghuang has been extremely peaceful.

The monks and residents from the Chunshen Realm immigrated to Xiniu Hezhou in an orderly manner, and established a firm foothold in Xiniu Hezhou to establish a new home.

The Dragon Clan was arranged by Zheng Dong in the great seas of the Great Desolation.

Compared with the human race in Chunshen Realm, the dragon race is much more low-key.

It's just that the Dragon family has a rich family background, and their lives in Honghuang are not bad, at least not worse than in Chunshen Realm.

30 years time.

The monks in Xiniu Hezhou began to move around.

They began to travel to other continents in the wild, and even to the major star worlds.

In Chunshen Realm, it is not that there are no small planes, but these small planes usually have owners.

For example, Xianting is the residence of the ancestors of the earth immortals, and the small plane of the dragon clan is the residence of the ancestor dragons. No one dares to offend.

But Honghuang is different.

Over the years, they have basically figured out that the prehistoric star world is open to the outside world, which they never thought of.

I thought that the masters of these star worlds were some immortals, but who knew that when they went in and took a look, even monks in the primordial spirit stage were rare, let alone monks who crossed the catastrophe and true Mahayana immortals.

This discovery made the monks in Xiniu Hezhou very excited.

Some of them even attempted to occupy the star world as the headquarters of their sect.

After all, in their view, these star worlds are ownerless things. If they don't occupy them, others will occupy them. Besides, they did this in Chunshen Realm back then.

There is nothing to say about who is strong.

Plague Punishment Sect, one of the immortal sects in the lower realm of the Plague Department of Xianting.

Of course, as the Chunshen Realm merged into the flood, the original gate of the Plague Punishment Sect was naturally destroyed.

This mountain gate is destroyed, so it will naturally be rebuilt.

It's just that there are too many monks going to Xihe Niuzhou this time.

The monks from the entire Nine Continents of the Chunshen Realm were all pushing towards the Xiniu Hezhou Continent. Although Xiniu Hezhou was several times larger than the one continent in the Chunshen Realm, they still couldn't fit in.

The Plague Punishment Sect's strength is not considered strong, so it is naturally difficult to find a suitable location to establish a mountain gate.

One day the Plague Punishment Sect would not be able to gain a firm foothold if they could not establish a mountain gate, even if they were backed by Lu Fang, the righteous god of the Plague Department.

In desperation, the Plague Punishment Sect had no choice but to choose a place with mixed spiritual energy to establish a mountain gate. Compared with the mountain gate in Chunshen Realm, it was not too bleak.

In the Plague Punishment Sect.

A rough voice yelled: "This shitty place is too broken, the spiritual energy is mixed and impure, and it needs to be cultivated with spiritual stones! Sigh!"

"Junior brother, don't say a few words."

After a while, a Taoist priest in a blue soap robe opened his eyes and said calmly.

"Brother Sect Leader, I'm not complaining, it's because the hearts of the disciples are not stable. We're new here, and all the property of the sect is gone. Now it's like sitting on the mountain. If this continues, how long can we hold on?"

The rude man sighed.

The head of the Plague Punishment Sect's eyes flickered, and after a long time, he said slowly: "We rely on the Plague Department of the Immortal Court and have some resources. I believe the ancestors will solve it for us."

"But as disciples of the younger generation, we can't always rely on our ancestors!" The rude man paced, "Besides, even if we rely on our ancestors, our Plague Punishment Sect will inevitably decline."

Hearing this, the sect leader remained silent, he knew that his junior brother was right.

Without resources, any power will decline over time.

After all, resources are the most important thing for monks to practice.

"Okay, what exactly do you want to say, just speak up." The head of the Plague Punishment Sect glanced at the other party.

"Hey, brother, you know me well." The rude man laughed, pointed to the sky, and said mysteriously, "Where is the way out for my Plague Punishment Sect."

"you mean"

"Yes, Star World!"

Hearing this, the head of the Plague Punishment Sect was moved, and he began to calculate carefully.

"I know the star world you mentioned, but how do you know that there is no one behind it?"

His worries are not unreasonable. Normally speaking, there is no reason for a star world to be placed there without anyone occupying it.

Seeing that his senior brother was worried, the rude man quickly explained: "Senior brother, don't you feel relieved when I do things? As early as ten years ago, I investigated and found that these star worlds are unoccupied and unowned. Only people living in them Some weak alien races, when the time comes to exterminate them or raise them in captivity, isn’t it just a matter of ours?”

Hearing this, the head of the Plague Punishment Sect was moved, but he was still faintly worried: "But... other forces didn't make a move, so we did it rashly."

"Oh! Brother, don't hesitate! Although our Plague Punishment Sect is a fairy sect, you still don't know how strong it is. If you really wait until everything is safe, it will be our turn?"

What the rude man said is right, although the Plague Punishment Sect is a fairy sect, its strength is not strong, and the strongest of the sect is only in the early stage of Mahayana True Immortal.

The rest of the elders, including the younger brother in front of them, are only in the tribulation period.

Moreover, after entering the prehistoric period, the monks in the period of crossing the catastrophe suddenly discovered that there was no thunder catastrophe.

This made everyone a little confused.

Of course, this problem is not absolutely unsolvable.

For the monks, the more function of crossing the catastrophe is to temper the body and soul with the help of thunder. If you want to do this, you can do it without the help of thunder catastrophe.

In other words, a cultivator of a powerful force can become a Mahayana true immortal without going through the nine-fold lightning calamity.

Although for the cultivators of the big forces, it is very safe to survive the thunder disaster, but it is a good thing not to survive the disaster, after all, no one can guarantee 100% safety.

It's just that if you want to do this, in the final analysis, you still need the word "resources".

If you want to obtain resources, you must occupy the resource output area.

Right now, there is no more suitable place than Star World.

With the prehistoric level of the plane, as time goes by, the resources in the star world will be extremely rich sooner or later.

Anyone with insight can see this.

The head of the Plague Punishment Sect weighed it over and over again, finally made up his mind, and said resolutely, "Which star world do you think is more suitable?"

Seeing that the senior brother in charge finally agreed with his idea, the rude man was overjoyed and said: "Cangyu Realm! This plane is the most suitable. I have inquired about it. The alien race in this plane seems to be at odds with the prehistoric monks."

Speaking of this, the rude man sneered: "The monks in the wild are really useless, even such a weak foreign race can't deal with it."

Seeing the arrogant appearance of the younger brother, the head of the Plague Punishment Sect felt a chill in his heart, and warned: "We are in other people's territory now, and we should be careful when we arrange the words of the prehistoric monks in the future."

After speaking, he took a deep look at him.

Hearing this, the rude man woke up suddenly. He knew he had made a slip of the tongue. In truth, those big bosses belonged to the prehistoric monks. His words were equivalent to firing a map cannon. If it reached the ears of some bad-tempered big boss , the ancestors couldn't keep him.

Thinking of this, the rude man couldn't help but feel a chill down his spine.

(End of this chapter)