I only came when I became an emperor with golden fingers

Originally, he thought that the bear boy was pretty good, but now he is even more perfect.

"Ten fierce..."

Meng Chuan spoke softly, and the appearance of the God-beating stone stirred up some thoughts.

"I don't know if in this era, it is still possible to collect Qi Shiji..."

Meng Chuan felt a little itchy again, and wanted to gather together a ten fierce fetters.

"It's impossible." Liu Shen responded to Meng Chuan's words.

"The true dragon is extinct, and there will be no heirs, unless the dragon clan is born again with the birth of an immortal king, and will fight for the name of the true dragon again."

"Thunder Emperor is dead. Although the Thunder Spirit Clan is still alive, it is too difficult to give birth to another Thunder Spirit like Thunder Emperor."

"Nine-leaf sword grass is the only one in the world."

"I only saw the Nine Nether Scorpion once in the early years of Immortal Ancient, and that Nine Nether Scorpion entered the Boundary Sea later."

"Whether it is the Nine Heavens and Ten Lands or the Immortal Territory, there is no trace of this family anymore."

As the willow god who has experienced the complete immortal ancient era and ended the battle in the last years of immortal ancient times, he is too clear about what happened in immortal ancient times.

In Liu Shen's heart, the ten evil spirits of the ancient times have become the most famous.

Maybe in the future there will be races that can be fierce in the Quasi-Immortal King Realm and fight fiercely against the Immortal King, but they are not the ten fiercest people in the ancient times.

Her era has been completely buried, buried in the years.

With the passage of time, the Immortal Ancient Era, which was once brilliant and should be treated equally by the Immortal Realm, will eventually fade away and no longer be splendid.

Just like the fallen eras in ancient history.

Sometimes Liu Shen also felt that she was like a lonely ghost left over from the old times.

Meng Chuan is a lonely ghost who suddenly came back here from the future era.

Liu Sang, in the current era, there is no boat to carry us.

Of course, back in the chaos of ancient times, Meng Chuan was not at all melancholy.

On the contrary, it was very happy.

After listening to Liu Shen's analysis, Meng Chuan laughed.

"Not necessarily."

"Liu God." Meng Chuan called Liu Shen, and then said earnestly:

"The water in this world is very deep, God Liu, you can't grasp it, and it's normal that you can't see through it."

"But it doesn't matter, I will illuminate your way forward."

"I am the sun!"

"Oh." Liu Shen responded coldly, if you are really the sun, then I will have to go to the Golden Crow tribe and sue you for your crimes.

"Lei Di, Nine Leaf Sword Grass, they can all be cultivated!" Meng Chuan didn't take Liushen's reaction seriously.

The willow branches are long and the knowledge is short, which is normal.

"As long as the Thunder Spirit clan is still alive, the title of Thunder Emperor will be inherited sooner or later."

And what Meng Chuan thought in his heart was that even if there is really no Lei Ling who can stand up on his own, wouldn't it be enough to cultivate one by himself!

The Thunder Emperor of Xiangu can be said to be innately extraordinary.

It is estimated that the Lei Ling family will never have such a Lei Ling who was born beyond the race.

Then it’s okay to cultivate an acquired one yourself!

"Why did someone inherit the title of Thunder Emperor sooner or later? Can't it be during the day?" Liu Shen suddenly asked such a question.

Meng Chuan was taken aback, and looked at Liushen, are you kidding me?

Grandma Li, who taught you?

Oh, it turned out to be me, that's okay.

"Shen Liu, I hope you understand a truth, misfortune comes from your mouth."

"Don't wait for something bad to happen before you regret it."

Meng Chuan seriously warned Liu Shen, telling her not to be ignorant of flattery.

Then Meng Chuan went on to say:

"I don't know if the nine-leaf sword grass still exists in the world, but even if the nine-leaf sword grass in Xiangu is really the only one in the world."

"But that was the only one in the past, not the only one now."

"As long as you have ideals, every grass has the opportunity to become a nine-leaf sword grass!"

It's chicken soup, and it's true.

"As for the Nine Nether Demons..."

When talking about this race, Meng Chuan was silent for a while.

The Nine Nether Scorpion that entered the Boundary Sea in the early years of Xiangu must have been cold.

Unless his wife, wife... great-grandpa led him across the boundary sea.

Otherwise, he probably died somewhere in the boundary sea.

However, Meng Chuan felt that it was basically impossible to receive a lead.

The biggest Jiuyou Xie didn't care about these things at all.

As the years passed and the eras changed, in the heart of the largest Jiuyou Xie, there were no such things as race, family affection, and blood.

"Actually, Jiuyou Xie, I do know that there is one that has been alive."

Meng Chuan said quietly.

Set a small goal first, and collect that Jiuyou Xie who claims to be the old man who destroys the world as a collection!

In fact, there is still a young Jiuyou Xie in this era.

But when he thinks of Mieshi old man, the other Jiuyou Xie are a bit dull.

Meng Chuan is quite confident in collecting the complete ten evils.

The God-strike Stone has already been obtained, and both Kunpeng and Zhenlong have descendants, and they cannot escape from the palm of their hands.

The True Dragon Clan is somewhat special. As long as the lineage that has won the real name is not completely extinct, the name of the True Dragon will always be passed down among this lineage.

Qilin and Tianjiao Ant will also be met by Xiaobudian in the future, and being met by Xiaobudian and becoming friends with Xiaobudian will naturally stand directly on Meng Chuan's side.

The cricket clan lived well in a foreign land, and the ancestor of the cricket ancestor, that is, the ten evil spirits of Xiangu, was still alive.

For the Xianhuang family, it is even easier.

It is almost impossible for this family to be completely extinct.

Lei Di and Nine-leaf Sword Grass, at worst, they will go to the field to train them.

If this trip to the chaos of the ancient times really collected all the seven kings of the frontier barrenness, as well as the ten evil spirits including the old man who died, and some other combinations.

From then on, please call you Brother Meng a collector!

Portfolio Collectors!

Chapter 160 Seven Robbers

One night passed, the sun rose, and the sunlight spread all over the wilderness, driving away the darkness that shrouded the wilderness.

Xiaobudian hugged a dog and fell asleep soundly.

Don't get me wrong, Meng Chuan has already thrown the little one aside, not sleeping with Meng Chuan in his arms.

This dog is really the big yellow dog in Shicun.

When the sun's rays shone on the little one, he woke up.

The little guy closed his eyes and stretched his waist.

With this stretch, the big yellow dog was pushed far away.

This also woke up the big yellow dog, and the resentful dog looked at the little one.

He insisted on picking me up last night, and now after putting me to sleep, he pushed me away again.

"Hey, why am I sleeping outside?" Xiao Budian rubbed his eyes, straightened up, and looked around.

I found that everyone is still immersed in cultivation.

"The patriarch's grandfather is younger again. Uncle Lin Hu and Uncle Fei Jiao have also entered the Dongtian Realm, Sister Bao and Aunt Hu have also moved to the Blood Realm."

Xiao BuDian sensed everyone's aura, and his face was full of smiles.

With cultivation, everyone's health will get better and better, they will not get sick, and they will always be healthy and healthy.

Like in the past in the embarrassing village, the thing of robbing everyone's prey to bully the people in the village will never happen again.

No one can bully everyone.

Moreover, with cultivation, your lifespan will be extended, so you can spend more time with him!

Everyone is getting better and better, he is very happy.

"It would be great if Shicun can be as powerful as Butian Pavilion in the future."

The little boy thought happily, with Willow God as the sacrificial spirit, if everyone can become stronger, then Shicun must be stronger than Butian Pavilion!

At that time, everyone can have a good environment and be safe and sound.

Xiao BuDian only hopes that everyone in the village can stay with him forever, and none of them can leave.

"Oh, by the way, where is Uncle Meng?"

The little guy looked around and found that there was one person missing.

At the same time, he also vaguely remembered that he seemed to have fallen asleep on Uncle Meng's lap last night.

Then Xiao Budian turned to look at Big Yellow Dog.

Then when I woke up, why did I sleep with Rhubarb?

Xiao Budian scratched his head, very puzzled.

"Huh? What does it taste like?"

At this time, Xiao Budian sniffed, his eyes lit up, and the hazy eyes immediately opened wide.

Brilliant.

It's his favorite flavor!

Xiao Budian turned his head and looked at Meng Chuan's room, where the smell came from.

Xiaobudian ran to Meng Chuan's house with his legs open, but at the same time, the movement was very small, for fear of disturbing others.

Finally, the little guy sneaked into the house and saw the scene he was expecting.

Meng Chuan was boiling animal milk.

"Great!"

The little one cheered in a low voice, and ran to Meng Chuan, staring at the milk pot with big eyes without blinking.

This is the milk jug he is most familiar with, and it has been with him for several years.

It is his "Supreme Immortal Artifact".

"woke up."

Meng Chuan touched the little boy's head, and the little girl rubbed back.

"Yeah, I woke up. Uncle Meng, when did you come to boil animal milk? Uncle Meng really loves me the most!"

The little one had a bright smile on his face all the time.

The idea that his status in Meng Chuan's heart is not as good as that of Huo Ling'er has been forgotten.

Uncle Meng, love me forever, and I will love Uncle Meng forever!