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"So hanging?" Xiang Jing said with some surprise.

But the problem came again. He didn't know his own life experience on earth, and where his ancestors came from, it felt a bit unreliable.

"Is the host stupid? The ancestors' pavilion does not refer to the host's ancestors, but the ancestors of the sect. Give the host a bottom line. The ancestral gods and statues can be drawn from random sect buildings. There are Monkey King, God of Erlang, and later. Does the host understand the characters in Chinese mythology such as Yi?"

"Understood"

Yuandu said this, Xiang Jing still didn't understand, then he could really swallow himself.

"In addition, because the host is lucky today, let me tell the host a little bit. With the help of the ancestors, you can only increase the strength of one or two realms outside the sect, and there is a time limit, and you can only invite the ancestors once a day, but in the sect Within the ancestors, you can directly invite the ancestors to come. The ancestors are invincible within the scope of the sect, that is, they come to the realm of refining the virtual perfection. As long as the host wants, he can make him come back and forth. Of course, the host can also choose to use the power of the ancestors, but That way, at most, the strength of a great realm can be improved.

"Fuck"

"Fuck"

"Fuck"

Three in a row can not express Xiang Jing's mood at this moment.

Nima, this is more than just hanging, it is simply rubbing the faces of all the immortal cultivators in the ancient world.

Xiang Jing took a few deep breaths and kept telling himself to calm down, and only then did he calm down his excitement.

Although the pavilion of the ancestors is against the sky, Xiang Jing now has no ancestral statues and gods, and he has not drawn random sect buildings.

"No, no, you have to do things, do tasks, and draw ancestor idols."

Although there is a hanger, it has to be activated with corresponding things, otherwise the hanger is a decoration.

But then, Yuan began to speak again, "Ding, there are more than ten sect buildings in total, and the following adjustments are now being made."

"Ding, the probability of random sect buildings appearing in all missions is adjusted to 1%, and the probability of appearing ancestor statues and gods is adjusted to one in a billion."

The corner of Xiang Jing's eyes twitched and he was petrified on the spot. The blood was surging in the first second, and the next was cold.

"Yuan, you come out, I promise not to kill you."

Xiang Jing said with a slightly mentally abnormal smile, and almost put the Sword of Destruction on his neck and wiped his neck.

"Ding, the host must firmly believe in his own European emperor's spirit, and even a low-probability building like the Ancestral God Pavilion can be drawn, and it may be possible to draw an ancestral **** statue one day."

Xiang Jing, hehe, you adjust the probability of random sect building to 1%, and I can bear it. The probability of ancestor idol position is adjusted to one in a billion, so I don't want me to draw it.

However, no matter how mad Xiang Jing is, this is a reality that cannot be changed and can only be recognized.

After all, the ancestor gods were such a god-defying thing, if Xiang Jing was drawn so easily, then this copy of the ancient world would not be necessary to play.

Taking a deep breath to calm his emotions, Xiang Jing began to arrange these newly drawn sect buildings.

With so many sect buildings, it just happens to fill in the large vacant land in the sect, and it won't look so empty.

And these buildings are placed, almost a complete sect should have, and the follow-up is to accept disciples to expand their reputation.

"Ding, the host can pay 30 points of energy crystal, and the system can automatically help the host arrange the sect in the most reasonable look, absolutely high-end atmosphere."

At this time, Yuan came out again to engage Xiang Jing's energy crystal.

Xiang Jinggang wanted to refuse, but he looked at his remaining energy crystals. There were 130 points in total. After thinking about his own arrangement, it was indeed a little less interesting.

"Okay, you help me arrange it."

"Ding, after deducting 30 energy crystals, the sect will count down 24 hours."

There is also a random mysterious magic skill, Xiang Jing directly clicked on it.

"Ding, congratulations to the host for acquiring the mysterious high-grade spirit skill: Thunder Palm."

The Xuanjie top grade shocked the thunder palm, Xiang Jing opened it and flipped it through. This is a very aggressive palm technique, thunderous in one palm, powerful and fast.

Xiang Jing nodded, copying this spiritual skill in his mind, and originally placed it in the Tianshu Pavilion.

When Xiang Jing was frantically opening and hanging in the sect, the foot of Qiyun Mountain was not peaceful.

After Xiang Jing returned to the sect, a large group of righteous people came to the foot of Qiyun Mountain. They had just learned about Qubuwu Danfang, and they were preparing to find a way to obtain Danfang from Xiang Jing, but the evil sect’s people led them. People come back after being killed, and just go ahead without saying a word.

Li Yixin is gone, with few top combat powers, and these righteous people quickly fell into a disadvantage.

Many people yelled for Xiang Jing to come out to help, or opened the guardian formation to help them block the evil sect's people, but they screamed and no one responded.

At this time, Xiang Jing was still immersed in the shock and joy brought by the ancestors' pavilion, no one could hear their voices.

The mountain was full of enthusiasm, and even four or five base-building peaks from both sides came to the battle one after another. The fight was inextricably difficult, and the sky changed color.

And Xiang Jing also quietly studied Shocking Thunder Palm in the sect.

Xiang Jing didn't react until a person in the sky hit the guardian formation and was bounced off by the flames.

In the sky outside, many immortal cultivators fought so hard that all kinds of dazzling spiritual skills were flying all over the sky, and the flame formation was also affected from time to time, bounced to block some aftermath of attacks.

What's the matter?

Xiang Jing looked at the gods fighting outside with a dazed expression, and then immediately after, he took out the stool and took out the watermelon and started eating.

With such a good picture, it is a pity not to watch the show without eating melons.

At the same time, he heard the shouts of the group of people at the foot of the mountain, but Xiang Jing had no plans to support it.

It’s not bad for you to beat you, close this seat, fight at the foot of Zongmen Mountain, and confiscate your venue fees.

From day to night, this group of righteous people and evil sect people have piled up watermelon peels under Xiang Jing's feet, and they have not finished the fight.

There have been more and more fights in the back, and the two sides are constantly shaking people. There are dozens of flying in the sky on the Golden Core Peak, and there are many other realms.

That is, Li Yixin was called back to fight together, this guy is really fierce, and one person just had two people in the same realm at the same time without counseling.

But even so, he just pointed his sword against the enemy, and didn't use the flying sword under his feet.

However, those who fought back and forth, the highest one was to see the peak of the Golden Core, there was no Nascent Soul Realm.

I don't know if something didn't come, or there were other reasons.

But this didn't affect Xiang Jing's eating melons and watching the show, and even led the apprentices to watch it together.

Xiang Jing called out all the disciples from the Time Secret Realm and conducted on-site teaching.

Xiang Jing couldn't judge their spiritual skills.

But Xiang Jing is an expert in the analysis of combat skills and actual combat capabilities.

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