The Emperor's Divine Might Changes the World

Mu Rong looked at the falling snow, and the Ice Phoenix let out a mournful cry.

"You're ruthless!"

Mu Rong's lips curled into a smile as he turned and ran. The ruthless demon's roars echoed.

"Wait for me, this matter isn't over!"

The two dog legs also roared and chased after him.

Dwelling let out a cold laugh.

"Serves you right, Suo Ling!"

Suo Ling's hand trembled.

"This cold poison... it can actually make people faint. It's really...

"That's his problem."

Mu Rong retracted his hand, his expression indifferent.

The cold poison was indeed troublesome. It could numb the nerves, but it wasn't that severe. However, for the young master who controlled his body with wine, his mental strength was already stretched thin.

Food court.

The aroma of food wafted.

The windows made by the craftsman were covered in long curtains, with only dishes of white jade and clear spring water.

The second floor was a golden screen, blocking the view.

Mu Rong, holding a bowl of white jade, sat on a fallen log, his gaze fixed on the figure by the window on the second floor.

Mu Rong took a big bite of the braised ribs, the aroma of the dishes filling his mouth.

"It's really delicious."

Mu Rong took a bite of the crispy white jade, savoring it in his mouth.

"There's no shortcut. There are no shortcuts. If you want high-quality ingredients, your cultivation speed will be slowed down.

"Only if you have ingredients can you have a source for cultivation. Without ingredients, how can you cultivate?"

He chatted about the mortal world or the immortal world, and the immortal world was not as simple as he thought. It was just a place where he was at the bottom.

And at this moment, there was already a young master of the Suo family who had reached the peak of the Heaven Realm, with a cultivation base of 26th level, and a Spirit Seed of the first rank, pure and flawless.

This was a direct descendant of the direct line, a young master of the Suo family who had reached the Heaven Realm at the age of 30. With a cultivation base of 26th level, he could reach the Great Void Realm within 20 years.

He had to seize this opportunity to turn things around. Suo Ling had already reached the peak of the Heaven Realm, and was only about 20 years away from the Spirit Sovereign realm.

Before that, he had to cultivate the Demon Blade technique and the Nine Netherworld Laws. After cultivating the Nine Netherworld Laws, he would go to the Great Void Realm.

Original text: The Suo family had a genius named Suo Mingxuan. Young Master Suo was indeed a monster. Fortunately, the Great Desolation Continent had the Demon Race.

These were all trump cards in the hands of the great clans. As for the ones that the academy could get, they were all common. Even if they had a high-level talent like the Nine Netherworld Laws, it was not something the Demon Race could obtain.

What was the point of this?

He chose the Spirit Seed.

He was not afraid of being injured.

The old man was indeed too fast, he had to be careful.

And the young master of the Suo family who was shouting in front of him was none other than the one who had sent him a congratulatory gift.

"Old man, what are you muttering about?"

Suo Ling's lips curled into a smile.

"What is it?"

Mu Rong took a sip of wine and swallowed it down his throat.

"I'm asking you to discuss with that young master of the Suo family. He is willing to give us a reward."

Suo Ling raised his eyebrows.

"Give us a reward? If you don't look for me, you won't be bored."

"Fight? That's the business of the elders."

Mu Rong used his chopsticks to pick up a piece of vegetable and put it in his mouth.

"Sometimes, brute force is more useful than talking."

After finishing the meal.

Returning to Seven Stars.

A diligent old man walked up to him and handed him a piece of paper.

"I have already arranged for your work. The academy will not recruit people. This is your work arrangement."

"The moon is bright, and the stars are clear."

The old man heard the words.

"You are still young, and you are still in the prime of your life. Every day you have to clean the palace and sweep the courtyard, and the days are long and boring."

The days are long and boring.

A month is ten days.

The flesh is also flesh.

But it is flesh, and it cannot be eaten, let alone a king's heart.

A month is ten months.

Ah, the emperor did not know that he had been in power for three years. He guessed that he had already entered the city of Ju Yuan and was about to conquer the world.

The night was deep.

The night color was dark.

The Seven Stars were shining in the sky.

Mu Rong lay on the stone bed near the door, his head on his arm.

In the dark night, the prince had already become a king.

The old eunuch's voice was too loud, and the craftsman was not to be blamed.

The prince was not to be blamed.

He had to be meticulous.

He had already received the business model of the "Demon Blade" in the constellation, and he was hiding in the sea of ​​clouds.

The demon blade.

He used the appearance of a human to deceive others, and he was a master of imitation.

He wanted to imprint the "Demon Blade" deeply in his mind, and he would never forget it.

Ah, only the probability of survival could be a great victory, and it was enough to make people admire him.

In the vast and boundless battlefield, the prince was playing chess.

The demon blade was very beautiful.

But there was also a time.

The Demon Blade felt that the most important thing was that he was just a tool, not capable enough, and that the Mu Rong family's background was like a vast ocean.

Mu Rong Xin took out a small jade bottle and poured out a handful of pills.

"I need a backup."

Or rather, a backup that was capable, brave, and easy to control.

"Mu Rong."

That arrogant son of the City Lord of Jinyu City.

"His identity is suitable. He has enough money."

The most important thing was that he didn't want a burden.

Mu Rong Xin's eyes flickered, and a strange thought arose in his heart.

"He can only rely on the Emperor's decree."

That son was afraid of him, and he was the Emperor's son.

He could only rely on him to protect him for three days, but he couldn't rely on him to find a suitable candidate.

He had to choose between the two.

He could only rely on him to be a good companion, and to eat and drink with him. He didn't want a burden to trouble him, let alone be discovered.

Wait until he took that candidate, and now his cultivation was still low.

Morning.

The first ray of sunlight pierced through the thin curtains.

The whole room was quiet.

"The power of the spirit... what is it that can maintain the peace..."

He went upstairs, and Cai Bo, the old man, was practicing his sword.

Under the eaves, the children of the twelve zodiac signs were playing.

For these children of the twelve zodiac signs, the old man's swordplay was still very attractive to chase and imitate.

Mu Rong Xin sat in the first row.

His back was straight.

The brush in his hand was thick and dark, and he moved with great effort, writing every word for the children.

"Old man."

Mu Rong got up.

The old man sat down, looking a little surprised.

I didn't expect this to be so good. It's really good.

"Mu Rong, what's on your mind?"

"The current situation of spiritual energy in the world is that it is gradually recovering, and its purity is also increasing."

Mu Rong stood up and said calmly:

"If the spiritual energy wants to recover and its purity increases, it needs to undergo a special process of transformation, and then it can be absorbed by spiritual roots."

"Understood! A piece of cake."

The other disciples chattered, completely ignoring him.

The old man pondered for a moment.

"Understood, it's a bit too much."

"It even involves the reincarnation of the Immortal Sect."

"Understood..."

The old man pushed his glasses, his expression changed slightly.

"Very good. It's a good sign." "Generally speaking, the spiritual energy needs to be transformed by the spiritual roots to form a spiritual body."

The next half-hour was almost a Q&A session for the two of them.

"Next, let's talk about the cultivation method."

Mu Rong nodded in agreement.

Zhou Fu looked at his shining armor.

It was no longer the armor of a mortal, but the armor of a true god.

Even the Heavenly Palace was filled with admiration.

Mu Rong didn't care.

Knowledge is power.

The old man's knowledge was universally applicable in any world.