The Woman who Became the “Male” God

An Xian was exploring the site of Zhenyimen this time. Originally, she expected to go back and forth for a day. However, she found that the site was relatively intact. The internal formations were interlocked. Although the power was greatly reduced due to the loss of spiritual power, it was retained to the utmost extent. The original appearance.

Zhenyimen is well-known for its formations, with eighty-one square formations, 729 kinds of tricks, and the number of five elements. Anxian’s spiritual source school is mainly pill cultivation and is good at cultivating and refining medicine. Most of the formations it cultivates are also related to this, such as gathering spirit formations, soil accumulation formations, peiyuan formations, etc., but these formations are in Zhenyimen is nothing but leisure.

An Xian found many jade slips introducing the formation method in the ruins, among which there was a method of arranging the teleportation formation. However, a small teleportation formation requires five cultivators above the Golden Core stage to set up together, unless the self-cultivation reaches the combined stage, it can complete a teleportation formation alone.

Putting this matter aside for the time being, An Xian had other plans in mind.

Another surprising discovery during this exploration is that the energy that supports the core formation is not a spiritual stone, but a bone, to be precise, a human clavicle.

The owner of this clavicle is definitely a man of God. Unrefined fairy bones cannot support a large formation for thousands of years, and only the bones and blood of gods and humans have such a powerful force.

An Xian couldn't believe that there would be a **** bone in the gate of formation, and it was used by them as the energy source to maintain the formation. This kind of violent behavior is really puzzling.

In the realm of cultivation, a piece of divine bone is enough to trigger a **** battle. Isn't this the rhythm of waiting for the door to be destroyed? Before this, An Xian had never seen a god-man, nor had he heard the rumors about the god-bone, presumably this happened after she fell asleep.

Is there any connection between this divine bone and the changes in the cultivation world?

If gods and people are really involved, then it is not surprising that any changes have occurred in the cultivation world. A god-man wants to destroy a planet, but it's just a matter of thought. So, is this divine bone a collection that was accidentally left by a certain power, or is the entire body of a certain divine man left in the realm of cultivation after his fall, this clavicle is just a part of his body?

If the former is normal, if it is the latter, it is shocking.

An Xian was very tempted by this divine bone, but when it was taken away, Zhenyimen's defense would immediately collapse and disappear into the torrent of history. She couldn't bear to watch the ruins so intactly preserved be destroyed, and with her current strength, she couldn't refining the bones of the gods. It's better to wait until she transfers all the relics left by the Zhenyi Gate, and then collect this divine bone. If you meet someone destined in the future, you may be able to pass on these relics to him, and let him rebuild the gate of formation.

After making the decision, An Xian stayed at the gate of formation, and with the help of the power of the **** bone, he practiced meditation for a few days. From the middle of the golden core to the second phase of the golden core in one fell swoop, it only takes one opportunity to break through the Nascent Soul Stage.

By the time she returned to the mental hospital, it was already a week later.

When he came back, he ran into the offending inspector and learned that someone had sneaked into a mental hospital. An Xian took advantage of the opportunity to clean up the two guys who were in the way. As for the two sneakers, they should be locked up for the time being. You don’t need to cross-examine them to know their origins. There is no need to waste too much time. It is better to use them as bait and wait for the other party to send them to the door. All right.

However, there was no movement at the institute, and it seemed to have given up.

An Xian adheres to the principle of "people don't offend me, I don't offend people", and she didn't take the initiative to pick things up. After all, she didn't want to leave her current industry and become a full-time assassin. It is the right way to accept it and develop steadily.

"Leader, shouldn't you show up?" Bai Houchu made a phone call, some gleeful said, "If you don't show up, your pollen will have to be reported. No, they have already started to report."

"The newspaper?" An Xian asked suspiciously as he walked toward Joe Uly's office.

"You can watch it online, anyway, I can't hold it anymore." Bai Hou Chu expressed his helplessness.

"Well, I see, I'll check it out later." Ending the communication, An Xian knocked on the door, and then pushed in.

"Leader, something is looking for me?" Joe Uly got up and led him.

An Xian put the flower pot in his hand on the window sill and said, "This pot of silk-wrapped grass is for you."

Qiao Yuli is the only person in the entire mental hospital who is born with devilish energy, and ordinary plants cannot assist him in his cultivation. This silkwort was cultivated by Anxian using the magic energy in the realm water bottle, and can transform the essence of the moon and the yin Qi of the heavens and the earth into the energy needed by Joe Uly.

An Xian has not found a suitable cultivation method for the demon cultivator for the time being, so he can only help him with basic cultivation. Qiao Yuli was used as a test subject by his father since he was a child, and suffered many times when his exercises were abolished. His body is already weak. If he does not practice, only relying on medicine to nourish him can only guarantee him a stable life for decades. .

As the intended disciple of the Tracing School, if he could not live for three to five hundred years, An Xian would be embarrassed to be the head.

"Thank you." Joe Uly looked at the silk grass rather unexpectedly, not understanding why the leader would suddenly give him a pot of grass.

Just looking at it this time, he couldn't look away. The silk-wrapped grass that was originally entangled in a column shape slowly spread out under the shining of the moonlight, wisps and strands dancing lightly in the air, flowing with silver brilliance, like a girl's gauze, elegant and charming.

Joe Uly could see the gods, and faintly felt a clear spring flowing through the limbs, conditioning his body and pulling his breath.

I don't know how long it took, Qiao Yuli woke up from a state of enthusiasm, looked around for a week, and found that he was the only one left in the room, and the leader had quietly left.

Qiao Yuli looked at the pot of silky grass again, and it took a long time before he whispered softly: "Thank you..."

An Xian returned to his office, turned on the computer, and logged on to the pollen forum. He was dazzled by the blood-red headline all over the screen.

[How about the live broadcast? What about cute pets? What about the handsome beauty? I don't want gifts, I just want to see male gods! ! 】

[Leader, do you remember the concubines who stand in front of the screen every day and wait to feed them? ! 】

[I am so sad that I am already crying and fainting in the toilet. Mom no longer has to worry about running out of water to flush the toilet! 】

[Be careful, I asked a dream to tell me yesterday that the leader secretly raised a child. I didn't believe it until yesterday I saw someone in the forum called "Dad" in the lunatic hall. 】

[Dad, don't patronize the children at home, but also care about other children scattered all over the world! 】

…

An Xian looked inexplicable, and quickly boarded the lunatic hall, and found a post titled [My dad is the leader of Huahua]. The poster was "Huahuaerzha".

This pretending sentence is so naive that I can’t bear to look directly...

With the feeling of going to Lei, An Xian resolutely opened this post. The first sentence is: [This is my first post, and I decided to give my first time to my dad. 】

An Xian: "..." Someone has ruined his image so terribly...

[My father is the leader of Huahua and the head of the mental hospital. He is very busy every day and has no time to accompany me, but I still love him very often. I learned how to post and write poems today. I want to make a hymn to my father. 】

[I am a torch, you ignited me, let me lead the wind, fire all around. 】

leisurely:"…"

[The cold life has temperature since then, and the dark eyes have light since then. 】

[I am a torch, you ignited me, let me sway passionately, and the flames illuminate people. You hold me in the palm of your hand and show me the world. 】

[Ah~~ Dear Dad, you are my fire stick, you are my lighter, you are my combustor, and you are my master. 】

An Xian covers his forehead: Who taught him to write poetry? (Bobby: It’s me, it’s me, it’s me~~)

This post was posted a few days ago, and was marked by the administrator, and there is a large group of people following it.

[Visually check that the poster is not more than 7 years old. 】

[Erzha is really a genius, a poem is deeply affectionate, circumscribed and frustrated. 】

[The leader is also my dad. Every time I watch the leader’s live broadcast, I want to kneel and call my dad! 】

[I'm smashed, the leader will be proud of you! 】

[Leader father, where are you? ! 】

[Dad, we miss you! 】

All the following posts are calling "Dad".

leisurely:"…"

Turn off the post and switch back to the Huahua forum. Through the screen, you can feel the grievances of the pollen.

An Xian showed a "satisfaction" expression that "you can't do anything about it", and made an announcement in Huahua World.

[Tomorrow at nine o'clock in the morning, the new drug will be broadcast live. 】

Three seconds after the announcement was issued, more than a dozen people responded quickly.

[Ah ah ah ah, am I dazzled? Dad is going to start a live broadcast! 】

[Dad, ask for a super super long live broadcast, it's best to make up the missing one at a time! 】

[Upstairs seconded! 】

[Finally I have the opportunity to let my dad take me to pretend to take me to fly! 】

[Dad, I don’t ask for anything else, just ask you to take on the responsibilities of your father and nurture all your children well. 】

【Waiting to be fed...】

【To be fed +1】

【To be fed +2】

…

An Xian: How come your style of painting has become like this...

At this moment, He Lin walked in with a computer notebook and said cheerfully, "Dad, you are also online."

An Xian was expressionless and said nothing.

He Lin leaned over to her, looked at her screen, and said unintentionally, "There are many novel things on the Internet, such as confession posts. Did you see it?"

A pair of shiny eyes looked at her expectantly.

Anxian: Ha ha.

Seeing that she was silent, He Lin asked cautiously: "Dad, what's the matter with you?"

Because someone wrote a good poem, people all over the world are calling her "dad", making her from a national male **** to a national father, dare to ask her what's wrong? !

"He Dabao, I found you are very free lately." An Xian said in a deep tone.

"It's not free." He Lin said with a serious face, "I have a lot of things to do every day."

"No, you are very free!" An Xian affirmed, "In order not to let you continue to be so free, I decided to develop an elite study plan for you."

He Dabao is cute. jpg: "I listen to my dad."