Pick up a god to cultivate immortality

Qing Mengsong stared at the painting for a while and sighed.

Her time is almost up. If she stays too long, the body of the little fat man who summoned her will explode because he cannot bear it. Before that, the last thing she can do for this destined junior is, It is to strengthen the seal and delay the time when these ghosts are cultivated.

She was once the God of Drought, and played a huge role in the Yellow Emperor's attack on Chiyou. Chiyou raised troops to attack the Yellow Emperor. The Yellow Emperor ordered Yinglong to attack Jizhou. Chiyou invited the Feng Boyu Master to deal with Yinglong's troops with violent winds and rain. Therefore, the Yellow Emperor She, the God of Drought, was ordered to go to help in the battle. She used her magical power to stop the heavy rain very smoothly, and finally helped the Yellow Emperor win the war.

I thought I would win the love and support of the people, be worshiped by the world, and enjoy the incense of all people, but in the end, I was disgusted and even hated by all people wherever I went. Because wherever she went, there was no grass growing, the land was dry, and the people had no hope of living. Therefore, the people did not like her.

Until the end of the prehistoric era, the ancient gods fell one by one, and eventually they all became mysterious and ancient legends.

If this little fat man hadn't accidentally used the magic of inviting gods to invite her here, if all the gods hadn't disdained to come, if she hadn't been soft-hearted and curious for a while, she might never have been able to take another look at this beautiful human world. .

Thinking of this, the female slave smiled.

She used her spiritual power to cut her fingers open and cast a curse with her blood to strengthen the seal on the painting. When she finished writing the last symbol, the painting was still shaking and suddenly became quiet.

She put the painting back into her arms with satisfaction.

"This... beauty... senior..." Qingfeng came closer with Master Qingyan behind his back and said carefully.

Originally, he wanted to call Beauty Sister, but the great god had been dead for too long and he couldn't call her out, so he had to call Beauty Senior.

Qing Mengsong glanced at him with an expressionless expression. Well, being courteous for nothing is either a traitor or a thief...

"What's the matter..."

"Senior beauty, it's actually nothing important. I just heard that after the prehistoric era, the ancient god Fuso Emperor once preserved an ancient secret realm and left a legacy for future generations... I don't know if this legendary ancient secret realm is true. Does it exist?"

Qingfeng made himself smile as less schemingly as possible, but when he asked these words, Master Qingyan's face changed with fear.

There are some secrets that mere mortal cultivators like them can spy on! If you are not careful, it will not be a blessing but a disaster!

Hearing what Qingfeng said, Qingmengsong's expression was slightly surprised, but there was no anger. She thought for a while and then said, "The ancient secret realm preserved by Emperor Fusang does exist, but it has been passed down through the ages. Many cultivators from time and space have coveted the inheritance left by Emperor Fusang, come to search for ancient secret realms, and massacre our Chinese immortal cultivators. As a result, the Chinese spiritual energy area is thin, and there are only one person in the realm of god cultivation. The last group of gods in later generations worked together to cast spells to hide the entrance to the ancient secret realm reserved by Emperor Fuso, and the location of the entrance would be changed every day, and no one would be able to find the entrance to the ancient secret realm again."

Qingfeng felt slightly regretful after hearing this, but she did not expect that the blessings left by Emperor Fusang to future generations would instead attract practitioners from all over time and space to come and rob them, and also massacre Chinese practitioners.