The Woman who Became the “Male” God

When He Lin returned from practicing, he saw An Xian sitting on the sofa watching the news. It was broadcast that a geological survey team accidentally discovered a large, well-preserved monument in the field recently.

When the camera is aimed at a stone monument, it clearly shows three archaic characters: "Dingtian Pavilion". The Dingtian Pavilion was a great cultivating school more than a thousand years ago, and its status was respected and mighty. But now, there are only a pile of bones left, and it is in depression.

The once glorious cultivation civilization disappeared in no time. Thousands of cultivating schools are like Dingtian Pavilion, annihilated in the dust of history.

This news video not only introduces the latest archaeological discoveries, but also mentions that similar monuments have been discovered before. In fact, many relics of cultivation have been discovered, but under the control of the Changshenghui, they have not been reported widely. Nowadays, longevity will have internal and external troubles, chaos in a mess, and there is no time to take care of other things.

For the first time, the relics of comprehension have been relatively completely displayed before the eyes of the world. Simple and atmospheric buildings, exquisite and complicated artifacts, various magic weapons, mysterious runes...Although most of them have lost their aura, they are enough to shock the world. However, what they can discover is only the periphery. The inner gates are generally equipped with powerful formations. As long as the aura that maintains the operation is not completely exhausted, it will be difficult for outsiders to penetrate.

Looking at the once prestigious gate of cultivation, now being passed in and out by a group of mortals, the mood is quite complicated.

"What happened in the realm of cultivation back then?" She asked as if to herself.

"I know." He Lin sat beside An Xian, with an indifferent expression.

An Xian turned to look at him, waiting for his next words.

"I think you should have guessed it." He Lin slowly said, "More than a thousand years ago, several righteous gods descended on this plane, and there was a big battle. The surplus of divine power spread to this planet and destroyed it. The planet’s aura enchantment caused the aura to leak, triggering the disaster of extinction."

For ordinary people, the leakage of spiritual energy is a mountain collapse, a flood and a tsunami; for a cultivator, it is a devastating impact. Countless cultivators lost control in the hurricane of spiritual energy, aging, exploding, and being cut off from their spiritual roots, as if they had been emptied of vitality in an instant, and vanished in a very short time.

The balance of power in this world was completely broken, and it was only a step away from destruction.

Then, He Lin fell.

The righteous gods who were fighting against him scattered his bones and distributed them all over the world, and then pulled out his spine to repair the enchantment. It's not that they are compassionate and have the mind to save the common people, but because the soul of the righteous **** cannot be completely eliminated, they regard this planet as a cage to imprison him, allowing him to reincarnate here forever.

He Lin's eyes flashed with hostility, and the killing intent was surging in his heart.

Anxian's heart is also not at peace, although he has speculated, but it is confirmed that it is still a bit difficult to let go. The tens of thousands of years of cultivation civilization and countless cultivators disappeared in an instant.

She is not even qualified to blame He Lin and those gods. The battle between gods and men is not controlled by the cultivator, just like humans never consider whether they are the territory of a certain ant colony, and they don’t care about themselves. How many ants are trampled to death, the level of strength determines everything.

Perceiving He Lin's violent emotions, An Xian sighed secretly, and gently put a cup of fragrant flower tea into the palm of his hand.

The hostility slowly dissipated. He Lin was holding a teacup, turning his head to look at the people around him, and suddenly asked, "Huahua, you shouldn't be from this era, right?"

An Xian now has the cultivation base of the out-of-aperture period. In this world where aura is scarce, no one can cultivate to this level in just two decades.

"Yes." An Xian didn't hide it. "I came from the age of comprehension more than a thousand years ago and has not experienced any changes."

Although He Lin guessed that he was not a contemporary, he did not expect that he came from the era of cultivation.

"How did you survive?" He Lin was surprised. He knew very well the horror of the disaster. No cultivator was spared. Even if he survived, he would all lose their spiritual roots and would not be able to practice within three generations. As for three generations later, facing the harsh environment of exhaustion of spiritual energy, frequent natural disasters, constant wars, and unsustainable inheritance, it is difficult to survive, let alone practice.

And Anxian, just a sharp reduction in cultivation base, no damage to the spiritual root, this is simply an unimaginable miracle.

"I don't know very well either." An Xian said, "I was crossing the Tribulation at the time, and fell asleep after failing the Tribulation. I woke up more than a thousand years later."

"Crossing Tribulation?" He Lin's eyes lit up, "So that's it. I think you must be the only cultivator who crossed the Tribulation at the time, and the power of the Tribulation just helped you stop the impact of the spiritual hurricane."

An Xian fell into deep thought, feeling that He Lin might have guessed it correctly.

"Also," He Lin continued, "You may not have failed in the triumph, but it was forcibly interrupted by external forces. A large amount of spiritual power is sealed in your body, so you can sleep peacefully for more than a thousand years."

When he said that, An Xian felt suddenly open, and his previous question was finally answered. Originally thought that she failed to cross the Tribulation because of taking the wrong medicine or lack of strength, but the result was just the right time, but let her escape.

He Lin stretched his hand around her waist, leaned his head on her shoulder, and said solemnly, "Fortunately, you survived."

This man escaped a devastating disaster, slept for more than a thousand years, and then met him, saved him, helped him escape from reincarnation and regain a new life. He seemed to be here for him, born for him.

A sense of joy and satisfaction that he had never felt before rose in He Lin's heart.

An Xian has become accustomed to this kind of intimacy, and has not refused, allowing him to lean on him.

The soft and gentle body in his arms made He Lin linger, and subconsciously put his hand into her T-shirt, touching a piece of silky smoothness.

An Xian took his paws out of his clothes mercilessly, turned his head and glared at him.

He Lin smiled in his eyes and said lazily: "So, you are not Roy. The real Roy should be the one outside the window, right?"

An Xian looked out the window, and saw a spirit body lying by the window and peering in. Seeing An Xian looking over, he immediately retracted his head and disappeared without a trace.

leisurely:"……"

"Huahua, what's your real name?" He Lin whispered in her ear.

"An Xian." An Xian glanced at him, "How about you?"

"Let’s call He Lin. It’s He Lin who met you, and He Lin who was with you. Of course," He Lin said again, "I hope you call me'Lin'."

An Xian didn't catch up, and pushed him away from him indifferently, and stood up and said, "I'm going to live broadcast."

"Do you still want to live broadcast? As a generation of masters of cultivation and the pinnacle level 9 pharmacist, you still want to broadcast live to those mortals?" He Lin resolutely recommended himself, "Do you need an assistant, pendant or mobile background?"

"No need." An Xian went upstairs holding the computer.

He Lin leaned on the sofa, looked at the ceiling, and thought with regret: the identity is fake, but the gender is not.

Although An Xian looks handsome, He Lin has never doubted his gender. As a man, he is so handsome... So someone perfectly missed an opportunity to learn the truth. As long as he asks more, An Xian will definitely do it. Tell the truth.

At this time, in the live broadcast room of the leader, the pollen who received the news were in a high level of excitement.

[God, I didn't expect to see the leader live broadcast in the rest of my life! 】

[Ahhhhh, the male **** reappears, please let me kneel and lick it for thirty seconds. 】

[I haven't seen the prosperous beauty of the leader for a few months, I almost lose interest in my boyfriend. 】

[No wonder my girlfriend and I have always been over in a minute or two recently. The root is here! 】

[Upstairs, you are just pure premature ejaculation...]

...

As the pollen talked and laughed, the countdown to the live broadcast ended, and a familiar figure appeared on the unfolding screen, standing by the wind, unparalleled, and just looking at it, I felt my eyes were baptized.

An Xian did not delay, took the medicine directly, and then began her performance.

Leaping forward, turning into an afterimage, weaving through the woods, hunting in the wind, leaves flying all over the sky, and constantly drifting past Anxian, but she never touched her. As long as you observe carefully, you can find that the leaves are bounced away by an invisible force the moment they approach her. In high-speed movement, the force to bounce the leaves is very light, like a feather flicking, without a trace of strength.

After walking for hundreds of meters, a broken branch suddenly blown in front of him, hitting Anxian’s head. At the moment of contact, it fell apart and turned into countless branches. What’s more amazing is that the length of each branch is like a quantity. It's pretty much the same.

Whoosh! An Xian shot out from a bush, and large leaves fluttered behind her, wrapped around her long hair. After a few vertical jumps, it fell lightly by the lake without touching a leaf.

[Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! 】

[360-degree roundabout kneeling and licking! 】

[You can run so smart as you want, and there is no one except the leader. 】

[The leader must be born with its own pretending effect, no matter what you do, it is so shining and moving. 】

Anxian stood by the lake, slowly raised his hand, fingertips moved slightly, and the originally calm lake surface was full of ripples, like a blooming peony. Then, the petals bloomed, forming a rain of flowers on the huge lake, which was spectacular.

Everyone is like watching a video of flying flowers in the sky. The surface of the lake is just a screen, vivid and natural, without any sense of disobedience.

[It's so beautiful, how did the leader do it? 】

[I feel that this new drug is related to mind control. 】

[It should be the truth upstairs. I can still have such a delicate control in high-speed sports. I am worthy of our leader's father. 】

The new drug released this time is indeed as pollen guessed it is a high-quality specialty drug that can develop intelligence and improve mind control.

What Anxian shows is the control of force, the control of shock, the control of measurement, and the control of coverage. The slightest difference is a thousand miles away. To some extent, mental control is more important than mental power level.

The live broadcast was as short and capable as ever. After An Xian had a conversation with the pollen, he ended the live broadcast neatly.

The task of releasing new drug information was handed over to Bai Houchu. An Xian returned to the small building. Seeing He Lin was watching the news video about the excavation of historical sites again, his heart moved slightly and asked, "Are you busy lately?"

"Something?" He practices, sells cuteness, and looks good every day. Isn't he okay?

An Xian pointed to the monument excavation site on the screen, and said, "If you have time, go and collect the cultivation techniques left by various schools."

"Why?" He Lin knew that An Xian had a complete set of inheritance techniques, and he didn't need the low-level defective products. Why did he come back after collecting these things?

"Anyway, I'm idle. It's better to start a mountain and establish a school and inherit the cultivation of civilization." The quiet tone is like saying, "The weather is good today. Go for a walk outside, catch two fish and come back for a meal by the way."

He Lin: "..."

Huahua is always so handsome...