Puppet cultivation, if you find the real one, I lose

Chen Huan was deep underground, surrounded by darkness. He had no aura, just like ordinary rocks and sand.

In the Five Elements Realm, Chen Huan looked at the Five Elements Mountain standing in the center of the small world, and shook the storage ring in his hand.

"This time, he was a bit tricky. He thought he would have to fight with them, but he didn't expect that his habitual thinking would catch them off guard."

Perhaps thinking of the confused expressions of the two after he left, Chen Huan couldn't help but smile.

"If I can get that half of the spirit stone mine, I can basically have 100,000 soldiers and 100,000 divine heavenly puppets. I don't believe anyone can tell me what to do."

With a slight wave of his hand, all the storage rings slowly floated into the sky.

"But that's enough, let me see what secrets are there standing at the top of this world!"

As the storage rings exploded, the spirit stone ore fell like a waterfall and landed on the colorful Five Elements Mountain.

Suddenly the ground rumbled, and the Five Elements Mountain climbed at a very fast speed. As it climbed, the mountain seemed to hold up the entire world, and the Five Elements World also expanded rapidly.

The most important thing is that Chen Huan's aura soared at an unimaginable speed.

Accumulation, bottlenecks, and a solid foundation, all of these don't need to be cared about, as long as you have enough spirit stone ore! Everything is not a problem, this is the natal puppet he cast.

If he practices according to the ordinary method, perhaps he will still be played around by others until he dies. Palm, only an explosion beyond imagination can catch all the evildoers off guard.

In the blink of an eye, he reached the peak of the early stage of the God Transformation. With a tremor of heaven and earth, he entered the middle stage of the God Transformation. His speed did not slow down at all. At the peak of the middle stage, thunder rang in the sky, and he entered the late stage of the God Transformation. The spiritual stone mines in the storage magic weapons in the air were emptied one by one, and those at the peak of the late stage climbed up the steps.

The entire Five Elements Realm began to tremble violently, and the Five Elements Mountain creaked and exploded. It was like a spring bamboo shoot that was about to come out of the ground, but its head was covered tightly by the stone slab.

In a blink of an eye, the spiritual stone mine that had picked up nearly half of the plain before was only left with the last storage ring.

"How could so many be needed?"

You know, if you pile up all the spiritual stone ores collected by the storage magic weapons, it would be a mountain, a real mountain.

However, feeling the terrifying energy in the Five Elements Mountain like a furnace, Chen Huanping took a long breath.

He opened the last storage ring. This ring contained the most fifth-level spiritual ores, nearly ten thousand. If it was used to refine puppets, it would be enough to refine ten thousand divine puppets.

As the gold and stone spiritual ores poured down, the Five Elements Mountain, which was originally shaking violently, quickly fell silent, as if it was unable to be replenished and no longer moved.

But Chen Huan knew that there was a force gathering in the mountain, a force that was rushing to the sky, and was about to lift the top of his head and cover his eyes!

""Boom!"

There was a shocking explosion.

The entire Five Elements World seemed to be experiencing a magnitude nine earthquake. The ground swayed like waves, then tore apart, and was reborn in the tearing.

The fresh land began to show greenery as if it had been watered by spring rain. Vitality came, and the wasteland began to be dotted with verdant green.

The Five Elements Mountain was glittering with rosy clouds, and a rainbow-like ring was wrapped around the mountainside, with fairy music lingering. At this moment, Chen Huan only felt that his body, which was originally wandering in the vast sea, was thrown high by a huge force, like a bubble flying up and suspended in the air.

A feeling of being separated from the world filled his whole body.

If this world is the vast sea, then he is now a bubble suspended in the air.

This bubble is suspended in the air, and the light reflects colorful dazzling patterns, which is different from any drop of water in the sea.

The bubble no longer falls, as if it is nailed in the air, and it cannot rise. It is independent of the world in the sea.

At this time, the original Chen Huan opened his eyes in the sand and looked at his palm with some disbelief.

"What kind of world is this?"

"Cultivate the truth and gain longevity"

"Hahaha."

He suddenly laughed out loud underground. What a fucked up world.

He understood, understood Thirteen Yao's honesty, and also understood why those who had reached the Great Perfection of the Spiritualization were so powerful.

The Perfection of the Spiritualization was the Perfection of the Spiritualization, and there was no explosive growth in cultivation.

It was just that the Perfection of the Spiritualization here - the life span was infinite!!!

The story Thirteen Yao told was true. He really had practiced for more than 120,000 years with the Perfection of the Spiritualization!

All the Perfections of the Spiritualization had been practiced for more than 100,000 years!

He laughed because he now had the immortality that all cultivators pursued. He laughed because he also read novels about cultivation in his previous life. He had seen the protagonist's bumpy promotion in the books, but Han Lao Mo was only 17,000 years old when he cultivated to the Taiyi Realm in the Immortal Realm.

This reminded him of a story from his previous life: the village next door was repairing a road, and it was blocked by a huge rock. The excavator, the breaker, and even the detonator were all fired, but it still couldn't be crushed.

When he was about to change the route to bypass the cultivated land, a young man said,"There's a stonemason in the village. Why don't you ask him to try.""

Everyone laughed and said that even the detonator could only blow a hole in the stone, so the stonemason was of little use.

But the young man said,"Since we have to stop working anyway, it won't hurt to buy two bags of rice and give him a barrel of oil and let him try it."

The group of people in charge of the construction site removed the machines, thought about it, and gave the young man 500 yuan, saying that he would let the stonemason try.

The stonemason was very old, 98 years old, hunched over, and could not even walk straight. He heard that someone had given him 200 yuan to cut a stone, so he came over with a bamboo stick that was half charcoal black and half shiny.

When he walked to the stone, he touched and listened, and tasted the stone from time to time to taste the saltiness.

He could no longer move or climb the stone, so he pointed with his staff, and at each point, he asked someone to drill a hole and drive the wedge into the stone, and they drilled more than a hundred holes.

Then they asked people to cover the stone with dry straw and firewood, and turned around and left when they were done.

Everyone was puzzled by this scene, and asked the old stonemason why he didn't continue when there was food on the construction site. The old man ignored them and went home. Old men like him always like to sit in front of the door and look at the sky, and sit there all day. Seeing this, the construction party was helpless. The diversion plan was almost completed, and the 500 yuan was given to the old man.

���Just think of it as my own money to help the poor.

Three days later, the old stonemason suddenly came to the door again and said he wanted to work.

He walked to the straw and dead branches and struck a match. When the match met the straw, it immediately ignited a raging fire, which quickly wrapped around the big stone and burned. The firewood was limited, and the fire gradually went out.

But the stone was still intact except for being stained with some black.

Just when everyone thought that they were fooled by the old man again, there was a muffled thunder in the sky, dark clouds floated, and heavy rain poured down. The raindrops fell on the burning boulder, crackling, and smoke swept.

The next moment, the boulder was cut like a sharp blade!

It broke along the wedges and rolled down the cliff.

The old man was born in the Qing Dynasty. At the age of 8, he learned the stonemason craft from his teacher. He opened mountains to obtain materials, made stone mills, rollers, pig stone troughs, and also carved and decorated the landscaping for the rich.

Life was rough, wars and famines were experienced, but when you asked him what he had done in his life, he just laughed and said,"I was a stonemason." He was ninety-eight years old at this time. The ninety-year life of a stonemason shook the mechanical civilization of excavators and detonators.

Chen Huan didn't know what realm was above the incarnation.

But he knew that in front of this group of people who had been in the incarnation realm for more than 100,000 years and controlled the entire world for more than 100,000 years.

Even if they were two realms higher, they were still grandsons.