Planting a Seed of Immortality to Charm the Human Heart

The main character's face also revealed a hint of surprise, and choosing was no small matter.

Just as he was about to refuse, a voice with a powerful aura and a height of ten feet spoke from the side.

"Teach him."

The door of the room was pushed open, and an old man in a grey robe walked in, followed by a young man.

His body was filled with a surging demonic energy, like a powerful, ordinary old man.

But the old man's heart trembled.

"It's a fake, it's a fake!"

He didn't expect that the big reveal behind the curtain had truly appeared!

"Since you like to play tricks, then play to your heart's content!"

"Little friend, you've learned your lesson. The person below is not to be trifled with. Tell the old man that you were bullied behind his back."

The old man chuckled and said.

"Yes, but I was just joking. Little one, I don't dare to be serious."

The old man's face suddenly showed a hint of shame.

"Okay, that's good."

The old man was silent for a moment.

"Those materials, how long will it take you to collect them? It's time to fight the Great War God's tomb."

"Understood, it will take a year."

The old man extended two fingers:

"In a year, I will come to the Great War God's tomb. If the old man finds out, I will advance the date."

"Don't worry, then it will be troublesome for you. This matter, for me and my elder brother, is very important."

"Okay, it's settled."

"Good, then this young man will not disturb you."

The old man stood up, pulled out a somewhat reluctant cloth, and turned to leave the room.

As the backs of the two disappeared, the main character couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Long live... Your Majesty... Your Majesty doesn't know what kind of powerful background this young man has!"

"Forget it, ignorance is bliss."

The old man patted his hands.

"The fierce ghost has arranged for someone to collect his belongings. I will hand over a portrait as a gift to a person who has not yet entered the Seven Realms of the God King, which is not bad."

"Yes, Long live!"

The old man looked in the direction of the door, as if lost in thought.

"Unexpectedly, the descendants of the Seven Realms of the God King are actually hiding on such a small city..."

Walking out of the Great Demonic Arena, it was a long road. The cloth sighed deeply.

"Old man! The second brother really hates me! I thought I was really going to hand over today. You, I'm so scared my back is sweating!"

"You're old, how can you be so easily scared?"

The old man picked up the book from the ground, a piece of paper with a faint golden light.

"This token... it's really from the Seven Realms of the God King."

The old man immediately handed the token to the rich young master, who then whispered something into it.

The cloth was a little confused, and his heart was a little flustered. He felt his worldview being refreshed once again by his old man's meticulous planning.

Regarding today's events, the old man's heart was somewhat indescribable.

If he hadn't been careful, he wouldn't have used the token that the rich young master had given him.

The token was a disguise, and also a kind of trust.

Once used, it would mean owing the Seven Realms of the God King a great favor.

Where was the Great Demonic Arena?

Behind the towering palace, a majestic formation was laid out, and even ghosts and gods could be stationed there.

If it weren't for the token today, the best outcome for him and the cloth would be to be captured and turned into tools for them to fight for their freedom.

Thinking of the request from that collector who collected herbs and flowers, it was simply a joke.

He was looking for the Great War God's tomb, not daring to provoke him, but also obediently asking the source of the herbs to investigate.

Behind him, it wasn't the old man's face, but the rich young master and the Seven Realms of the God King.

He had underestimated people, and owed them.

It was only after finding the Ice Fire Phoenix Grass that she knew that kind of thing could refine the Nine-Turn Divine King Pill and the Divine King Pill's unique golden fragrance, which was essential to send to the elder brother.

Also, some are happy, some are sad.

A stalk of Phoenix Grass can absorb the friendship and affection of the Nine-Turn Divine King, and it is not considered a loss.

How could the Phoenix Grass of the Ice Fire Phoenix Grass be so much? Only a little golden fragrance was left, and she herself was not considered a loss.

The Phoenix King's good fortune was not afraid of that stalk.

The posture of the loving mother, already full of charm, had already turned into a near-perfect posture.

The two returned to the courtyard entrance, and a figure of the Phoenix King landed on the ground.

It was the Phoenix King.

The Phoenix King was followed by the Phoenix King, who was currently staring intently at the loving mother.

"Phoenix King, what do you want to do again?"

The Phoenix King ignored the Phoenix King and stared at the loving mother's body, his thoughts in a daze.

"Loving mother, I will chase you again!"

The Phoenix King smiled and gritted his teeth.

He pouted and used a somewhat naive expression to look at the Phoenix King.

"Hmph, old Phoenix King, aren't you tired? Hmph."

"Half a year, you come to the door every three to five days, and you have been a total of six times. Hmph, every time you are not invited by the old man, your bones will be sore, and your back will be sore. Don't you want to go back to the original?"

"I..."

The Phoenix King was so choked that he couldn't speak, but he couldn't refute it.

Yes, why?

Every time, she felt her own strength was too great, and her confidence was overflowing, but the result was always the same.

The other party could use a method that he could not understand to easily dismiss him.

That kind of powerlessness made him despair.

Seeing the Phoenix King fall into deep thought, the loving mother also playfully teased him.

"If you really want to fight me, then go and do something that has a purpose."

The indifferent heart was filled with annoyance.

"Beyond the battlefield where I fought the Phoenix King, it's nothing more than ten brave men."

"Cultivating yourself every day without results is not worthwhile. True strong people are tempered in the battlefield of life and death."

Indeed, the loving mother also walked away from the Imperial Academy, and the Phoenix King happily followed the Phoenix King, running up step by step.

Only the Phoenix King was left standing there like a statue.

Hmph...

Ten brave men?

All are ants.

It's better to go to the Great Samsara Arena and know how deep that water is.

Those who can be summoned there have already been extraordinary geniuses.

Ten brave men? And the loving mother's mouth, it's just starting to open.

The Phoenix King felt that all his strength had been drained, and a sense of namelessness deeply rooted him.

The Phoenix King, the king... is really going to fight that thing called the loving mother's treasure.

Back in the room, the loving mother took out a stalk of colorful phoenix grass and sprinkled it on the withered leaves.

Hundred-year-old Phoenix Grass.

It is said to be a good spiritual root cultivated by monks with mental power, and it is not bad.

The spiritual power perception of the Phoenix King was already on the list of the top ten in the Phoenix King.

If he continued to cultivate mental power, then in that situation, it would form a golden armor.

But, in this era, the Phoenix daughter, cultivating mental power is too rough.

Except for those heavenly beings and the geniuses of the mental system Phoenix King, few people talk about cultivating mental power.