I, Who Can Only Kill The Emperor In Seconds, Transform Into The Emperor's Harvester

"Master, the firewood is ready!"

Lin Xuanqing was afraid that the bones of the Dragon God Emperor would not be cooked, so he asked Wang Lin to chop more firewood.

In short, there was about a ton of firewood piled up in Taixu Palace.

"Very good, disciple, let's make a fire."

"Yes, Master."

Wang Lin moved very quickly and quickly set up the stove with stones.

These firewoods were basically spiritual woods over a hundred years old. After Wang Lin lit them, the flames were extremely strong.

Lin Xuanqing put the pressure cooker on it and said to himself: "This is almost it."

Then he took out the "Seven Color Chaos Sutra" from his sleeve and handed it to Wang Lin.

"Disciple, this is the gift I promised to give you last time, take it."

Wang Lin took the skills and saw its extraordinaryness at a glance.

"Thank you, Master!"

He quickly knelt on the ground and saluted Lin Xuanqing. "Well, get up quickly."

Lin Xuanqing looked at the firewood in the stove that was quickly burning out, "The firewood is going out, disciple, hurry up and add more firewood!"

Wang Lin immediately stood up, picked two large pieces from the firewood pile, and threw them in.

The flame became strong again.

However, in less than ten breaths, the flame weakened again.

Wang Lin continued to add firewood.

In this way, Wang Lin repeated the cycle over and over again. In just a quarter of an hour, Wang Lin burned hundreds of kilograms of spiritual wood firewood.

And the pressure cooker had just started to heat up.

He couldn't help but ask curiously: "Master, what kind of spiritual beast bones are you stewing that require so much spiritual wood?"

What bones?

Speaking of this, Lin Xuanqing has always wanted to complain about the system.

Although the Dragon God Emperor has half of the dragon bloodline, the other half is the human bloodline!

This pot of soup, it sounds good to be boiled dragon bones, but in fact it is boiled human bones...

Although the famous novelist Xun Ge once wrote "Diary of a Madman", Lin Xuanqing said that he really didn't want to be a madman.

"Uh, it's dragon bones."

In order to correctly educate Wang Lin's worldview, Lin Xuanqing could only say that what was stewed inside was dragon bones.

"It turned out to be the skeleton of the dragon clan!"

Wang Lin suddenly realized that it was no wonder that these bones consumed so much firewood.

He had heard that the pure-blooded dragon clan had all ascended in ancient times. In the current North Sea Sky Region, there are only a few spiritual beasts that have awakened the dragon bloodline.

For example, the Great Sage Qingmang in the Land of Ten Thousand Monsters only awakened one ten-thousandth of the dragon bloodline and achieved the Saint-level cultivation.

It can be said that ordinary emperor-level spiritual plants cannot compare to the rarity of dragon bones.

"You are worthy of being Master!"

Wang Lin felt that his master was more and more unfathomable.

He had secretly vowed in his heart: "I will practice harder in the future so as not to lose Master's face!"

Wang Lin continued to add firewood.

After about 500 kilograms of firewood burned out, the pressure cooker finally began to gurgle.

"Disciple, it's almost done. You can go and call the peak masters and elders of the holy land."

"Remember, all the peak masters and elders above the Saint Realm must be here, no one can be left behind!"

According to Lin Xuanqing's experience in his previous life, after the pressure cooker is turned on, it will be cooked in half an hour at most if it is stewed over a low fire.

It's just the right time to ask Wang Lin to call them over now.

"Okay, Master."

After Wang Lin received the order, his spiritual energy turned into wings and he went to the Zixiao Palace at the fastest speed.

In the Zixiao Palace, Zi Zhantian, Lieyang Patriarch, and Su Qingxue were still dealing with Yan Ruyu and others.

Because these people are all great emperors, it is difficult to trap them for a long time with ordinary means, so they are threatening Yan Ruyu and others to hand over their souls.

At this moment, a Martial Lord Realm elder who was responsible for guarding the Zixiao Palace suddenly called Zi Zhantian from outside.

"Holy Master, a handyman disciple came outside and said he has something important to see you."

"I thought he was fooling around and wanted to send him away, but he refused to leave."

"Holy Lord, do you think you should inform the Peak Master of Xuan Yifeng and take him back?"

A handyman disciple?

When Zi Zhantian heard this, he immediately thought of Wang Lin and asked via voice transmission: "Is his cultivation level that of King Wu?"

"Back to the Holy Master, it's King Wu."

"Quick, bring him in!"

Outside the Zixiao Palace, the elder guard was a little puzzled.

Holy Master, what's going on? Why do you say honorific to a handyman disciple of the Martial King Realm?

"You can go in."

Wang Lin cupped his hands and saluted: "Excuse me, elder."

After saying that, he quickly walked into the Zixiao Palace.

As soon as he came in, Wang Lin saw Xiao Ping and others hanging in a row on the beams, and he was suddenly stunned.

Because among these people, except for the girl who seemed to have a cultivation level similar to his, he couldn't see through anyone else.

The key thing is, why are these strong men hung on the rafters?

When Zi Zhantian saw Wang Lin coming, he rushed to greet him and asked with a smile: "Uncle Master, why are you here?"

Great uncle?

Zi Zhantian's words not only shocked Su Qingxue and Ancestor Lieyang, but also shocked Yan Ruyu and others hanging above.

"Is there another ancestor in Zixiao Holy Land?"

The few people hanging upside down on the beams looked at Wang Lin attentively and found that no matter how they looked at it, the person whom Holy Lord Zixiao called his uncle was only King Wu.

But they will not naively think that Wang Lin is just King Wu.

Because Patriarch Zixiao, the sixth person, has only shown the cultivation level of the Martial Spirit Realm.

"The Zixiao Holy Land is so hidden!"

They have secretly decided to pass this shocking news back to their family when Patriarch Lieyang is not paying attention.

Wang Lin walked up to Zi Zhantian, saluted and said, "Holy Lord, Master said..."

He explained in detail what Lin Xuanqing had explained.

After hearing this, Zi Zhantian was surprised and said, "Want some soup?"

Wang Lin nodded: "Master has repeatedly told us that all the peak masters and elders above the Saint Realm in the Holy Land should go. No one should be missing."

Zi Zhantian glanced at Xiao Ping and others hanging upside down on the beam, and then looked at Su Qingxue and Ancestor Lieyang.

If Elder Su and Elder Lieyang also went to Taixu Palace, no one would be able to watch over these people hanging in Zixiao Palace.

But since the ancestor made such a request, it means that he is not afraid of them escaping.

"Maybe the ancestor deliberately left a loophole to let them go?"

"Elder Su, Elder Lieyang, since our ancestors said that all elders above the saint level must go to Taixu Palace, you two should go there with your uncle."

Zi Zhantian said.

The three of them understood each other and nodded to each other.

Then he said to Wang Lin: "Uncle Master, I will go and summon the peak masters and elders who meet the requirements now."

After that, he turned into a puff of blue smoke and left the Zixiao Palace.

Su Qingxue and Ancestor Lieyang followed Wang Lin directly to Taixu Palace.

Xiao Yan, who was hanging from the beam, saw that Patriarch Lieyang and others were gone, and said excitedly: "They are gone!"

"Uncle Ping, this is a good opportunity to leave Zixiao Holy Land!"

Xiao Ping closed his eyes tightly with a serious look on his face.

"Yan'er, you are still too young~"

"Look at how many of them..."

Xiao Yan looked around and found that Yan Ruyu and others had no intention of escaping.

Afterwards, Xiao Ping sighed: "Ancestor Zixiao is deliberately testing us. If we dare to escape, we will definitely die!"

As he finished speaking, Xiao Yan shuddered as he thought of the tragic situation when Furukawa died.