Chapter 1092 Wang Yingjie who refuses to accept his fate

The giant yellow turtle made a weird roar and moved forward quickly, extremely fast.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, this three-headed rock turtle must be the descendant of the noble sect's spiritual beast, the turtle beast! It will soon be promoted to the fourth level!"

Zhang Wuchen said in an envious tone.

He Bin smiled heartily and said: "The three-headed rock turtle is indeed the descendant of the turtle beast, but it is much more difficult for a spiritual beast to advance to the fourth level than for us cultivators to advance to the Nascent Soul stage. The higher the bloodline, the higher the potential of the spiritual beast." , the higher the difficulty of the advancement, of course, once the advancement is successful, the magical power will not be the same."

"Fellow Daoist He, this spiritual beast is just a descendant? Isn't the turtle beast even bigger?"

Wang Changsheng asked curiously. The Zongzong spirit beasts from various sects would not show up easily. From the descendants of the Zhenzong spirit beasts, we can see the strength of the Zhenzong spirit beasts. The strength of the Zhenzong spirit beasts can be seen from the small.

He Bin smiled mysteriously, did not answer, and changed the subject, saying: "The two fellow Taoists went to Ouyang's house to celebrate their birthday this time, but they asked for the Beast Spirit Pill? The Beast Spirit Pill is the Ouyang Family's secret medicine, and it has a powerful impact on the fourth level of spirit beasts. It’s good, it’s similar to the Heavenly Beast Pill on Ten Thousand Beast Island, but it’s a pity that any monster can only take one Beast Spirit Pill, and taking the second and third pills is of no use.”

Wang Changsheng had two Heavenly Beast Pills in his hand, one was given by Master Fujiao Gongsun Yang, and the other was exchanged from the treasury by using his military exploits.

He has so many spiritual beasts, and currently the Double-Eyed Rat has advanced to the third level. The Double-Eyed Rat has helped him a lot and helped him get many opportunities. Wang Changsheng plans to give a Heavenly Beast Pill to the Double-Eyed Rat. Take it and hope it can advance to level four.

"Congratulations to fellow Taoist, Master Haoyue is holding a birthday and has invited many fellow Taoists. Is there something important?"

Wang Changsheng asked curiously, there must be something important for a late Yuanying monk to celebrate his birthday. The birthday is just an excuse. The war has just ended. It is impossible for the Ouyang family to start a war at this time. What will happen?

He Bin is the deputy sect leader of Sihai Sect, so he must know some inside information.

"Yes! Fellow Daoist He, do you know the details?"

Zhang Wuchen was also a little curious. As far as he knew, Master Haoyue invited many Nascent Soul cultivators this time, involving as many as a dozen sea areas. If it was an ordinary matter, just let the juniors do it. Master Haoyue invited with great fanfare With many Nascent Soul monks attending the birthday, something big is bound to happen.

He Bin hesitated for a moment and said: "It seems to be related to the small world in the Golden Toad Sea. I don't know the specific situation."

Wang Changsheng and Zhang Wuchen looked at each other, both of them confused. A large number of ghosts came out of that small world. Because of this, the ten major sects in the South China Sea deployed a lot of manpower to clear out the ghosts in that small world. They sent people for a long time. Stationed, could it be said that something happened to that small world again?

Wang Changsheng heard from Wang Qingshan that it was said that the small world was connected to the ghost world. The ghost world was a special interface where a large number of ghosts lived.

"Congratulations, Fellow Daoist, your sect was also involved in clearing out the ghosts in that small world! Wasn't the suspected passage sealed? Even the entrance to the small world was sealed, so how could something happen again?"

Zhang Wuchen asked with some confusion.

"It's hard to say. Maybe the ghosts in the Yin Ghost Realm broke through the seal, or maybe the seal was loose. When we got to Ouyang's house, Old Ghost Ouyang should have made it clear. There is now a great monk of the late Nascent Soul sitting in the Golden Toad Sea all year round. There should be no problems if there are many fellow Taoists sitting in charge."

Wang Changsheng and Zhang Wuchen nodded and did not ask any more questions.

The yellow giant turtle was extremely fast, moving quickly in the golden sand sea, and finally turned into a black spot and disappeared into the golden sand sea.

Wulong Sea Area, Qinglian Island.

Wang Yingjie stood in front of the 30-acre spiritual field. Two earthbags bulged in the spiritual field. The two earthbags moved quickly, rushing left and right.

After a while, the two earthbags stopped moving and emerged from the ground, revealing two golden-scaled earthworms.

Wang Yingjie pinched the magic formula, and a trace of water vapor emerged from the void, suddenly turning into a blue cloud more than ten feet in size.

"The rain is coming."

As Wang Yingjie fell, large raindrops flew out from the blue clouds and sprinkled on the spiritual field, bringing a coolness to the spiritual field.

The blue clouds are constantly moving, and the rain is evenly sprinkled on every piece of spiritual soil.

Not long after, emerald green plants sprouted out of the ground, creating a vibrant scene.

A man in a yellow shirt in his early forties stood aside with a smile on his face and a haggard expression.

"Yingjie, they all say that you are a good farmer. I really have you. If I were here, I wouldn't be so skilled." The man in yellow shirt said warmly.

"Seventeenth Uncle is joking. My nephew has only learned some superficial skills and is just making a living. How can he compare to Seventeenth Uncle?"

Wang Yingjie modestly said that he originally belonged to the Demon Hunting Team, but after the war, the number of monsters was reduced by half, and he went out for a year and a half without much harvest. The family acquired a large territory, which was vast and sparsely populated, thus reducing the manpower of the Demon Hunting Team. , to increase the number of Lingzhifu, Wang Yingjie returned to his old profession.

The man in the yellow shirt is called Wang Xianle. He has five spiritual roots, but his father is a foundation-building monk, so his life is better than that of Wang Yingjie.

Wang Xianle had a wife and seven concubines. He had thirty acres of spiritual land and a lake in his name. He lived a leisurely life, eating and drinking. The most important thing was having children. Anyway, he would not have to worry about the children being raised by his family.

Wang Yingjie looked down on a lazy person like Wang Xianle, but in order to earn spiritual stones, he still had to help him take care of the spiritual field.

After hearing this, Wang Xianle was very pleased. He took out ten spiritual stones and handed them to Wang Yingjie, saying: "You have worked hard during this period. This is your reward. You are not young, so you should start a family and start a business as soon as possible! Seventeenth uncle can Help you, our qualifications are there, it is impossible to build a foundation, just accept your fate! Marry some beautiful ladies and have fun, we can also be considered as contributing to the family."

"My nephew doesn't accept his fate, but he still wants to give it a try."

Wang Yingjie declined politely, accepted the spirit stone, and left in a tone of voice.

"Hey, if you don't listen to the old man's words, you will suffer losses! If the Five Spiritual Roots can build the foundation, there will not be so many Five Spiritual Roots monks in the clan, and they have no name for themselves."

Wang Xianle shook his head and sighed.

There was a slight muffled sound from his body. Wang Xianle took out a palm-sized blue jade plate with a green lotus carved on the surface. He typed a spell into the jade plate, and a woman's voice suddenly sounded: "Husband, the rice is ready. Okay, the second sister, the third sister, the fourth sister, the fifth sister, the sixth sister, and the seventh sister are all here. They are waiting for you and cooking your favorite food."

Wang Xianle's legs were trembling and he smiled bitterly: "Madam, I have something to do today. You can use it first! My husband may not go back today."

There was no plowed field, only exhausted cows, one wife and seven concubines, asking for them every night. He was a little weak and needed to rest for a while.

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