Enter the Immortal Cultivation

"Strange city..."

Although he said so, he knew that he was not familiar with the concept of "city".

The so-called "city" is at least a settlement where a large number of creatures and industries gather. But for the Shixin demon tribe, large settlements are not very meaningful. According to the ethics established by the demon emperor, only those who open their souls can be considered demons. The Shixin demon tribe is guaranteed to be in the Kailing period - the combat power is equivalent to that of the cultivators in the Qi training period. While mastering wisdom, they also have at least considerable power. The practice method developed by the Dragon Emperor, which does not harm the world, has allowed them to become self-sufficient very early. Every demon tribe can easily support themselves.

From the perspective of the earth, the Shixin demon tribe can neither be regarded as a primitive distribution system nor as a distribution on demand under great productivity.

In this case, most demon tribes do not need to settle down, let alone live together. However, the reason why the demon emperor opened the road himself was to protect his tribe. Therefore, there are still settlements of all sizes. But this is only out of consideration of "respecting tradition".

Of course, Bing had seen "cities". When he was displayed as a rare animal in the renewal of the demon race as a "survivor from the previous generation", he also saw "cities". There, everything is neat and strict. On the ground, countless thrones are arranged. Between the thrones, there is a network of canals that covers the entire continent. The water mixed with the Emperor's slurry flows in it, promoting the evolution of the soulless wise men. The gods walk on the road of hope for all living beings, and all living beings walk on the road pointed by the gods. The river of divine power flows in the sky, bringing civilization to the demon race.

This place is similar to the demon city millions of years ago, but not much the same. Even if it is the same place where the power of the gods is running, the human race and the demon race are different.

Among them, the most obvious is the bustling crowds on the street.

There are actually many mortals. And this lifeless and spiritual Shinto seems to exist only for these mortals to sit, lie down and walk.

"Weird city..." He muttered and stopped again. This time, he saw a group of people standing under a sign.

Beng is a good and obedient child, and has been like this for tens of millions of years. Since Wang Qi gave them the instruction to "feel this city well", he will really feel it well.

- Even if he is uncomfortable all over.

Well, Bing himself admitted that his discomfort might come from another aspect. A Shinto law was attached to him. This was done by Wang Qi. This level of power would not cause much restraint to him. However, if he used one tenth of his essence and demonic energy, this law would definitely collapse because of his power. This law itself may not have any power, but it must be connected to other mechanisms. If he touches the rules, he may be punished by the human race.

This is the only thing he absolutely does not want.

Just as he was thinking about it, the flow of people surged. At this time, he noticed that a horse-drawn cart had arrived. Although the monster pulling the cart had a strong flesh and spirit essence, and was at the level of the Qi Accumulation Stage, it had no intention of replenishing the soul. Its soul was almost the same as having no soul. In the Shixin demon tribe, this thing is like a beast of burden. But...

Even if it is a beast of burden, these things that pull carts can do more work than ordinary people with no power, right? Why...

Without time to think, he followed the crowd into the bus compartment.

Before he stood still, he heard a call: "Beng, do you want to talk?"

Beng looked up and saw Wang Qi sitting on a seat with his legs crossed, flipping through a newspaper without raising his head.

The demon boy felt a chill in his heart. He did not feel any trace of the laws of time and space when he got on the bus. In other words, Wang Qi had really been sitting here for a long time, as if waiting for him.

"How did you find me?"

"I am one of the founders of this city." Wang Qi turned a page of the newspaper, looked up and smiled: "It is precisely because I know enough about the things here that a mere foresight is not difficult for me."

"Really..." Peng snorted coldly, and then glanced at the newspaper in Wang Qi's hand: "This is for mortals, right? And it is the kind of mortals who don't even master the heart network very well."

"Yes." Wang Qi nodded generously. The Fantasy of Ten Thousand Immortals is completely different from the Heart Demon Xuan Network. The Fantasy of Ten Thousand Immortals is only for cultivators, and the censorship system is extremely strict. A large number of network administrators led by the national masters of the common people work day and night, and false information is difficult to exist. But the Heart Demon Xuan Network is different. The users of the Heart Demon Xuan Network were still mortals a few years ago, and they had little contact with the immortal way. Many people could not adapt to the changes of the times. Under such circumstances, the content on the Heart Network is simply a mixture of good and bad, even the most critical "cultivation" information is the same. Therefore, the branch of the Immortal Alliance in Shenjing and the government of Shenjing jointly launched this kind of newspaper, which is to remove the dross and retain the essence, and specifically instruct ordinary people on how to practice.

This has even formed a subject among the cultivators.

"Mortals..." Yan sighed: "I still can't understand what meaning those mortals who can't embark on the path of practice have for you. Is it just out of the morality of the same race? Or..."

"Don't you understand?" Wang Qi closed the newspaper: "Why?"

"According to the concept of my race, those creatures without spiritual wisdom are beasts. You humans are born with spirits, but this spiritual wisdom is brought by your magical flesh. According to my concept, their souls..."

"You are still a beast..." Wang Qi smiled. He did not directly answer the question of Peng, but said: "Peng, among my many students, you are the most obedient and the most serious. I am very happy about this. Moreover, when I said that you can experience this city, you really experience this city. This is very good."

"Thank you for the compliment." Peng nodded, expressionless.

"But..." Wang Qi changed his tone: "Why are you so hostile to me?"

Peng has some hidden malice towards Wang Qi. This is no secret. However, it is the first time that Wang Qi said it that year.

The air seemed to freeze for a moment. It happened that at this time, the bus stopped at another platform.

Peng said: "Mr. Wang, I don't want to fight with you."

"I didn't bring the most important magic weapon..." Wang Qi pointed to his clothes: "In this case, I can't beat you. I don't want to fight. It would be great if we can have a good talk."

The animal pulling the cart neighed, and the bus started again.

"Hostile? Please don't mind it." said Bing: "I will not attack you, nor deny your status as a teacher. At least you are better than many good-for-nothings in the demon race."

"But I am worried." Wang Qi said: "You are not only the smartest among my students, but also the strongest. Po... Even if Aolu Shenlanjiao calmly unfolds the power of the gods, he can only fight you on equal terms - unless he is supported by divine power far beyond his status. I am a human in the Jindan stage, and I will die if you suddenly attack me."

Bing took a long breath: "Don't mind... For me, all of you are the same, whether you are a renewing demon race or a human race. Millions of years ago, when I was unsealed and brought to the city of the renewing demon race for the same purpose, I was the same. I will not attack you..."

"So, your hostility is because... I didn't do well enough?" Wang Qi pointed at himself.

"You are good at fighting, and in terms of knowledge, you are simply overwhelming the Ao-ryu. I am a guy with little knowledge, and I can't compare with you. If you step into the high level, you should be much stronger than I am today, right?" said Wang Qi: "You are qualified in both knowledge and knowledge. Moreover, you can be called a 'sage'."

"'Sage'?" Wang Qi was full of interest in this pretentious title.

"I went to the storage room of Shenjing, and the public there told the history of this city... They mentioned you, saying that you are the founder of this city. Sages are worthy of respect."

For the Shixin demon clan, anyone who can assist the demon emperor and promote the development of the Shixin demon clan civilization can be called a "sage".

"Then why do you hate me?" Wang Qi asked, "Are you missing the era of the Shixin demon clan?"

"When I was awakened, the Demon Emperor had already become a great master and successfully instigated a large number of his own clan to rebel. The war not only existed on this land, but also affected Taiyin, Yinghuo, Taisui, and Taibai. There were terrifying lights flashing in the night sky - that was the trace of the fight between the immortals. There was almost no grass on the earth. One cave after another was broken like bubbles, and the earth's force - that is, what you people call "gravity" was once in chaos. I was born as a livestock, grew up as a slave, practiced as a dead warrior, and finally was frozen as ashes..." There was some strange light in the eyes of the 欧: " That era is not worth remembering."

"It seems that I can't guess why you hate the present?" Wang Qi shook his head and continued to look at the newspaper.

"I also don't understand why you read such low-level things." � smiled coldly, with a hint of alienation in his tone.

"This is very simple. Now all the people in Shenjing practice my method. The low-end method for them is also an extension of my method. Take a look."

Beng suddenly realized: "Practice."

"No..." Wang Qi folded a page of newspaper over, revealing his half-length portrait: "It's mainly because my short biography is being serialized here. Although most of them are nonsense for publicity, it's particularly fulfilling to see others bragging about themselves, isn't it?"

Beng looked around: "You are..."

"I don't smoke opium or drink alcohol, so I can't have a little hobby?" Wang Qi rolled his eyes and stood up: "Since you don't want to talk to me now, why don't you follow me and take a look?" (To be continued ~^~)