Simulated Cultivation of Immortals: The beginning of the game is full of comprehension

North of the city.

In the small courtyard of the Li family.

A little swallow with a bald head and broken feathers was standing on a branch of a tree. It nodded excitedly to the air, its small eyes were closed, and it flapped its wings in a very anthropomorphic way. It seemed to be extremely nervous.

Under the tree, Xiao Zheng'er was jumping up and down and yelling at the little swallow, asking him to get down from the tree.

He is so bored at home, and Little Yanzi doesn't play with him.

My own wooden kite was confiscated by my senior brother, who said he couldn't finish his homework and wouldn't let him play with it.

This made Xiao Zheng'er extremely distressed.

But Xiao Yanzi ignored him.

He stared at the air in front of him with an extremely focused expression, as if he was worshiping some supreme being.

Vaguely, there seemed to be strange fluctuations in front of Little Yanzi.

It's like really communicating with something.

——

"Junior Xuanniao, I have met my senior!"

On the token, the elegant handwriting shimmered.

Li Xiang frowned.

Black bird.

This familiar name brought back some memories for him.

He once heard Uncle Zhang mention this name, saying that it was related to the resurrected ancient gods and demons. Master Tianji brought a group of human beings to search for it in the southern wilderness.

The subsequent changes in the Southern Wilderness seem to be closely related to the Black Bird.

Moreover, he still has the divine feather "borrowed" from Xuanniao by his master.

Black Bird, to some extent, still has some origins.

This token was used by Bai Ze to contact him, but for some reason, he actually attracted Xuanniao?

Is it possible that this token has other functions besides contacting Bai Ze?

"Junior Youshan's lineage, the thirteenth generation Black Bird Mo Li, has met the Saint of the Demon Clan!"

Swish, swish, swish!

The content appears on the token again.

The brush strokes are graceful and soft, with an elegant atmosphere.

It's just that in this breath, you can vaguely feel a kind of weakness, as if the other party is seriously injured at this moment.

"The sage has an edict, and the younger generation should not dare to disobey it!"

"It's just that now that this generation is in trouble, the sage's edict may be flawed, so please forgive me, senior!"

Saint?

Monster Saint?

Li Xiang frowned slightly.

Looking at the content on the token, he had some guesses, but he was not sure yet.

This token came from Bai Ze's hand, so it might be something from ancient times.

Listening to the few words Bai Ze said, one can also imagine the power of the demon clan in that era.

Above the first level, there is still a realm.

Bai Ze said that when the demon clan's heaven collapsed, his cultivation also collapsed.

But even so, Bai Ze is still a first-class strong man today.

Based on this calculation, in ancient times, Bai Ze may have been a person who broke through to the first level and took a step forward.

In today's era, it is no longer as prosperous as in ancient times. The first-level warriors are already the most powerful in the world and can be called the Second Saint.

If you take one step further, you can be respected as a saint by all living beings in the world.

I took Bai Ze's token and talked to the black bird. It said that he was a saint, which seemed to be true.

Thinking of this, Li Xiang nodded slightly, then held the token, immersed in it, and erased the content on it again, wanting to ask something.

But after thinking a lot about it, I felt it was inappropriate.

If you speak hastily, it may not be consistent with your status, and your flaws may be discovered by the other party.

Moreover, the information on this token seems to be able to convey the user's aura.

A hasty response may not be appropriate.

But Li Xiang felt that he should ask some questions.

For example, how did Xuanniao find himself through the token?

Does this token have a certain appeal to the demon clan?

If this is the case, this thing is somewhat dangerous to you.

He wants to confirm the specific situation.

Think about it.

On the token, two small characters slowly fell, carrying an indescribable aura.

"What's the matter?"

It's not majestic, but it has an unforgettable feeling.

That was the aura that Li Xiang simulated based on Bai Ze's illusion of the Yellow Emperor.

Simple, peaceful, yet with a hint of unquestionable composure.

saint.

Huang Di's aura is probably that of a saint.

Li Xiang smiled, looked at the token, and waited for the other party's response.

——

In the courtyard in the north of the city.

The little swallow's legs trembled nervously, and its feathers trembled slightly. Standing on the branch, her whole body was trembling uncontrollably, and it looked like she would fall down at any time.

Her two little feet kept moving around on the branches, feeling extremely nervous.

Originally, she was attacked in a sneak attack by those shameless people from the human race. After she was seriously injured, Yaosheng basically fell into despair.

What's even more shameful is that I was actually kept as a pet.

Mo Li was completely desperate and ready to give up on himself.

But now, what happened to her!

What happened to her!

A hidden demon saint!

She actually met a demon saint in this small town!

This morning, when I secretly breathed out the essence of the sun and the moon, trying to repair my body, I felt a unique sound echoing in the heaven and earth.

Feeling the past carefully, she actually felt the pressure of facing the sky.

You can’t go wrong!

That is a saint!

And he is also a saint from the demon clan!

Wisdom, peace, transcendence, and an indescribable greatness, which is the greatness of having completely transformed from the mortal realm, taking that incomprehensible step, and becoming a saint.

Oh my God, in this era of unprecedented communication.

Our demon clan actually has a saint!

This is simply an incredible thing.

For a moment, Xuanniao felt that his eyes were filled with hope again.

She can't feel wrong!

That kind of aura that comes from the years, that kind of simple, vast, and wisdom-filled aura must be a great demon at the level of a saint.

Especially since the other party also used the demon clan's sacred object [Tongtian Ling] to send a strong signal to the surrounding hundreds of miles without restraint.

"Fellow Taoist, be kind!"

"Fellow Taoist, be kind!"

"Fellow Taoist, be kind!"

Although I don’t know why this saint broadcast information with the [Tongtian Order] on such a large scale.

But this is not something you need to consider.

That is a demon saint.

What is he going to do, and how can he evaluate it?

In order to fight for a way out for myself.

Xuanniao boldly chose to respond to this voice with his spiritual sense.

My great-great-grandfather was also a saint. Although he has fallen into silence now, he is still a living saint. For the sake of his ancestor, this saint should help him.

Xuanniao stepped lightly here and there with her little feet, thinking randomly.

But after saying this, she regretted it.

That is a demon saint!

He is as great an existence as his ancestors’ ancestors’ ancestors’ ancestors!

Even if you just say hello and say hello, why would you secretly say that you are in trouble and hint to your seniors to help you?

ah!

Moli, Moli!

You are so frustrated and crazy!

How dare you disturb a saint! I want to ask this saint to wish you out of trouble!

Everyone is on pilgrimage, but you want the saint to help you.

You are so brave, your wife is too big!

But just when it was feeling uneasy.

Some mysterious connection directly locked her.

The next moment, two big characters that looked like mountains fell in front of her.

It exudes an aura of terror.

"What's the matter!"

In an instant, Xuanniao's eyes widened.

"He, he, he! He actually responded to me!"

Xuanniao was stunned.

This is really a living demon saint!

Although the breath has changed somewhat compared to before.

But that kind of momentum, that kind of tone that cannot be refused, is definitely a saint!

Even among saints, they are extremely terrifying existences.

calm down!

You must know the etiquette, understand the rules, and speak properly to the saints!

"Junior Mo Li was injured by the human race, and the power of his bloodline was shattered. Now he has become a pet of the human race."

"I beg you, senior, for the sake of our ancestor, Saint Zifeng, to help this junior out of trouble!"

Xuanniao thought calmly.

He sacrificed his family ancestor's name without any hesitation.

This is a saint, and only creatures of the family ancestor's level can enter his Dharma eyes.

soon.

Mo Li sensed another sentence coming from him.

"Purple Phoenix?"

"Is it still alive?"

Ding~

Xuanniiao was shocked.

This saint doesn't have any grudges against his family ancestors...

——

Near the kitchen, Li Xiang held the token.

His brows furrowed slightly.

He remembered what his master said.

Xuanniao is a first-level demon and an extremely terrifying creature.

But how could I listen to what Xuanniao meant? Now it is in trouble.

And in order to help him, he even gave up his ancestor's name.

Is it possible that its ancestor is still alive?

Xuanniao himself is already a first-level demon. If his ancestor is still alive, could he be another super strong man like Bai Ze who descended from ancient times?

Li Xiang was a little curious.

Then he continued to ask.

——

"Return...back to the Saint!"

"My ancestor was seriously injured in the past. He snatched a sacred mountain from the Penglai Fairy Mountain and built it in the southern wilderness. He took advantage of the situation to perform Nirvana. Now, the atmosphere of the underworld near the sacred mountain is strong and has turned into a secluded mountain. Our ancestor has been silent for countless years, and he

I have never seen it since I was born.”

"My ancestors have taught us that when we return from heaven, it will be the time for our ancestors to leave the mountain."

"Senior, please save this junior's life for the sake of our ancestors!"

"Junior Mo Li, kneel down and thank your senior!"

Look at the urgent words on the token.

Li Xiang's brows furrowed even more tightly.

this world.

It seems to be far vaster than I imagined.

If what Xuanniao said is true.

Under that secluded mountain is a real phoenix in the process of nirvana.

Moreover, listening to its words, it seems that the demon clan has bigger plans.

Even the heaven of the ancient demon clan is coming back.

Li Xiang sighed.

The happiness that I had just reached the seventh rank has become less and less.

There are really many hidden strong men in this world.

You need to practice hard!

Thinking room.

But another sentence appeared on the token.

"Saint!"

"Mo Li hasn't asked for your name yet. It's very offensive. Please forgive me, saint!"

"I sincerely ask the saint to tell me that Mo Li is willing to burn incense, pray, and build a temple to offer sacrifices for thousands of years, in order to forgive the saint's anger."

Holding the token.

Li Xiang suddenly laughed.

I lightly wrote a sentence on it.

"I have been sleeping for countless years since Black Wind Mountain."

"I have forgotten my past, you can call me..."

"Old demon from Montenegro!"