The ancestors of the prehistoric people, join the chat group at the beginning

They are members of the same chat group, although they come from different worlds, which one is not the child of destiny in their respective worlds?

My spirits are high!

They competed secretly, hoping that they would be the first to overcome the calamity and become immortals!

But one size fits all!

If you owe favors for some cultivation resources, there is no need at all!

Although Zhao Ling'er didn't give alms from above, everyone didn't want to make her feel inferior.

Your cultivation base, Zhao Linger, is temporarily ahead, so we may not be as good as you!

Everyone refused to accept it, Zhao Linger was slightly taken aback, and quickly realized the reason, guessing the reason.

She smiled sweetly and said: "Well, I want to exchange a treasure in the chat group, but it is still short of merit points, why don't we trade it, 1 plant of fairy grass has 80 points of merit, and 1 catty of immortal mastiff meat has 96 points! What do you guys think?"

In the chat group, the exchange price of 1 plant of fairy grass is 100 points of merit, and the price of 1 catty of fairy mastiff meat is 120 points of merit.

Zhao Ling'er's move is equivalent to [-]% off the market price of the newly acquired fairy grass and fairy mastiff meat.

"In this way, isn't Ms. Zhao at a disadvantage? Besides, how can we trade? Can merit points be traded privately?"

Zhang Sanfeng quickly put forward different opinions.

As soon as this remark came out, everyone reacted.

Yes, leaving aside the issue of loss and gain for the time being, trading merit alone is a difficult problem.

After all, merit points are just virtual currency, and they cannot be withdrawn without being seen, so how can they be traded with each other?

"Well, Zhang Laodao, I will send you a red envelope later, try to see if you can receive it!"

Ying Zheng frowned and said.

"Okay, Emperor Shihuang, send it over and try!"

Zhang Sanfeng quickly understood, and had some guesses in his heart.

[Emperor Qiangu Yidi sent an exclusive red envelope to Centenarian Taoist]

Zhang Sanfeng stretched out his hand, and the red envelope opened.

"Ding! You have opened the exclusive red envelope of the emperor of the ages, and you will get +1 merit point!"

Hearing the words in his ear, Zhang Sanfeng nodded, and said to everyone: "Send exclusive red envelopes, and you can trade merit points privately!"

"Okay, let's make a deal, choose what you want!"

Zhao Linger nodded.

Chapter 62 A Drop of Blood

Merit points can be traded by sending exclusive red envelopes, which was never thought of by members of the group.

Since it was possible to trade, everyone no longer hesitated, and traded with Zhao Linger one after another, dividing up all the fairy grass and monster meat she snatched from the red envelope.

After snatching Ren Zu's red envelope and having free training resources, everyone quickly cleaned up the extreme devouring beasts in the canyon, and returned to the City of Hope in an armored vehicle.

After returning to their respective temporary residences, they couldn't wait to eat fairy grass and monster meat to start retreat, trying to break through to a higher level.

Zhao Linger's residence.

A slender figure sat cross-legged on the kang, his eyes seemed to be closed or opened, and the whole person sat upright, exuding an ethereal aura, as if he was about to fly away in the next moment.

"Check personal information!"

After Zhao Linger took a breath, she looked at the chat group, clicked on her own profile picture, and then clicked on personal information.

A box popped up, and lines of writing appeared in front of her eyes.

Group members: Descendants of Nuwa (Zhao Linger)

Race: Acquired Human Race (Nuwa's bloodline)

Location: World of Sword and Sword

Identity: Descendant of Nuwa

Strength: Sixth Rank Golden Core Realm

Merit value: 9827 points (hidden, only visible to yourself)

"Exchange for one piece of Sanyang Snow Spirit Fruit, and open up 1 cubic meter of portable space!"

Taking a casual glance, Zhao Linger gently parted her vermilion lips and said.

"Ding!"

On the light screen of the chat group, the merit value of her personal information column decreased by 6000 points in an instant, leaving only 3827 points.

Open up 1 cubic meter of portable space, merit value -5000 points.

Exchange for a Sanyang Snow Spirit Fruit, merit value -1000 points.

At the same time, Zhao Linger only felt a tingling pain between her eyebrows, and an inexplicable energy forcibly opened up a space in her Niwan Palace.

A small portable space with a length, height and width of 1 meter appeared, and the next moment, a snow-white fruit appeared in the space.

Following her thoughts, a snow-white fruit the size of a winter jujube appeared in her hand, and a pleasant fragrance lingered in her nose.

Sanyang Snow Spirit Fruit: Human-level top-grade; flowering for a hundred years, fruiting for a hundred years, each fruit can get 108 pieces; those of the fourth-level Tongxuan realm and below monks' uniforms must explode and die; suitable for fifth- and sixth-level monks' uniforms , can increase the cultivation base of a thousand years; it is invalid for monks of the seventh-order Yang God Realm; the exchange requires 1000 merit points.

Zhao Ling'er opened her small cherry mouth, put the spirit fruit into her mouth, opened her white teeth lightly to bite through the peel, and in an instant, the spirit fruit turned into a huge wave of energy and flowed into her belly.

"Well……"

The huge spiritual power caught Zhao Ling'er by surprise, she let out a muffled snort, quickly calmed down, and started to practice the "Fairy Fortune Art".

At the same time, it wasn't Zhao Linger, Ying Zheng, Zhang Sanfeng, Huang Rong, and Mark, who were also members of the chat group, all ate the grass jelly or the meat of the monster.

Time passed and seven days passed.

In the city of hope, the former dustmen and the present people are working hard, planting plants, reclamation reclamation, carrying water... each doing his own thing.

Although their faces were covered with sweat, there were happy smiles on their faces, which had never been seen on the lighthouse before.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise in the sky, and the originally clear sky suddenly became cloudy, followed by bursts of thunder and howling winds.

The heavy rain poured down, and there were countless wailing and howling sounds, as if the heaven and earth were furious, and ghosts were crying and gods were howling.

At the same time, an unspeakable momentum came from somewhere in the City of Hope, and gradually spread to thousands of miles around, making it so dull that it was hard to breathe.

It was as if some ancient demon god had woken up, and it seemed that the sky had fallen, and everyone was anxious and tongue-tied.

Feeling such a change, the group members quickly came from the room to the street and gathered together.

"It's Miss Zhao, she must have broken through to the seventh level!"

Ying Zheng's face became extremely serious, and he said firmly.

"The seventh level is also known as the realm of the Yang God. The Yin God in the body transforms into a Yang God. You can travel in the daytime without fear of the sun. Even if your physical body is damaged, you can be reborn. The life expectancy is 2000 years, which is terrifying!"

Zhang Sanfeng stroked his beard, and talked about the description of the seventh-order Yang God Realm in "Hunyuan Gold Seal".

"I thought that breaking through to the fourth level of Tongxuan Realm would shorten the gap with Sister Zhao, but I never thought that she has already left us far behind. It is really hopeless!"

After breaking through, Huang Rong showed no signs of excitement.

In fact, not only her, but also the other three.

Seven days of retreat, with the help of fairy grass and monster meat, the progress of the four group members is huge.

The strength of the four of them has greatly improved. Ying Zheng and Mark have both broken through to the realm of third-order masters, and Huang Rong and Zhang Sanfeng have broken through to the realm of fourth-order masters.

Before they were happy, they found a powerful aura emanating from the city. Judging from the location, it was undoubtedly Zhao Linger's residence.

What a desperate fact!

Of course, Mark spent thousands of merit points in exchange for a bunch of training resources, and helping the members of the city defense army under his command to practice is nothing.

In Zhao Linger's room.

"boom!"

As if a certain shackle had been broken, an invisible wave centered on her and spread out in all directions, like a turbulent wave hitting the shore, like the sky was turned upside down, and even the dark clouds in the sky were washed away.

A hazy shadow suddenly appeared, landed in the room, gradually congealed into a figure, and finally turned out to be exactly the same as Zhao Ling'er sitting cross-legged on the kang.

The figure leaped upwards and flew into the sky with ease. What was especially surprising was that the roof didn't stop her at all.

This is Zhao Linger's Yang God.

Just after Zhao Ling'er broke through the Yangshen, the sky and the earth changed color, ghosts cried and gods howled, as if the spirit cage world was trembling with fear!

Zhao Linger's Yangshen flew high in the sky, circled the earth quickly, and then flew out of the earth, turning into a ray of light, breaking through the speed of light, and quickly arrived at the source of the mutation—the m47 star.

She saw the drop of blood.

The golden yellow is mixed with a trace of pure black, which is radiant and fragrant, exuding a seductive aura.

Around it, countless dead bones piled up into a mountain, and it has obviously sucked up its vitality and contributed nutrients to it.

This planet is about to collapse.

Zhao Linger felt that there was a consciousness in her blood, as if she was pregnant in October and was about to be born.

"Is this the source of the changes in Mark's world?"

Zhao Ling'er was suspended above the planet m47, and she didn't dare to get closer, she was afraid that she would become the nutrient of that drop of blood.

"Renzu, in the face of such a strange existence, how should I deal with it?"

she muttered to herself.

Just when Zhao Linger was thinking about the countermeasures, the drop of blood in the planet seemed to sense something, and excitedly shone brightly.

The sky was full of golden light, spreading to every corner of the entire planet m47, and soon, a ray of light sensed Zhao Linger above the planet, and it became even more excited.

The drop of blood moved, turning into a golden light and rushing towards Zhao Ling'er!

Chapter 63 Mission Completed

A golden ray of light flew from the planet to the sky at a speed exceeding the speed of light, and the sky was drawn with an empty scar that was tens of thousands of miles long, as if the entire sky was divided into two halves.

fast!

too fast!

Before Zhao Ling'er could react at all, the drop of blood rushed to her face, as if teleporting in an instant, or teleporting through space.

"what…"

She only had time to cry out, and the drop of blood entered her body.

The Yang God is the comprehensive embodiment of the monk's spirit, thought, consciousness, soul, experience and so on.

In other words, apart from the physical body, only the Yang God remained for the cultivator.

Although it looks about the size of an ordinary person, in fact, the Yang God can be virtual or real, and doesn't have any form.

The most important thing is that the subsystem of the chat group is actually embedded in the depths of Zhao Linger's Yangshen, embedded in the true spirit.

After the drop of blood entered Zhao Linger's Yangshen, it went straight to the brain, intending to seize her.

Then, there is tragedy.

"Ding! Detected the invasion of foreign chaos, start the counterattack program, according to the strength of the enemy, deduct 500 merit points from the descendants of Nuwa, the group member, and the enemy has been killed!"

The chat group detected the invasion of foreign enemies, and after deducting 500 merit points from Zhao Linger, everything disappeared under the automatic counterattack.

Before Zhao Ling'er could react, with a puff, the drop of blood seemed to evaporate, turning into a puff of green smoke and gone.

Maybe the drop of blood didn't even think about what happened, so he lost consciousness.

"Hey, what about that drop of blood?"

At this time, Zhao Ling'er only realized later, looking left and right.