I Have a Time and Space Garden

Out of the mountains.

Wang Miao's incarnation did not hide the breath of the peak Martial Emperor.

In the eyes of the witty Wu Sheng, the endless light of Emperor Wu was blooming on his body, like a fiery sun, enough to illuminate the entire Tiannan region.

If it was 8,000 years ago, in the various regions of the Great Wilderness, the peak Martial Emperor was nothing, after all, some immortal mountains had people and immortals sitting in town.

But now, the immortals have retreated to the fairyland.

In the various regions of the Great Wilderness World, the Peak Martial Emperor is a heavenly existence.

"The breakthrough speed is too fast!"

Punch Wu Sheng looked at Wang Miao's incarnation, and his heart was shocked for a while, but when he thought that this shadow Wu Sheng was the fruit farmer of the adult, it was not surprising that he could break through so quickly.

"What's the matter with me?"

Wang Miao asked in an avatar.

"That's right. In the past few days, there has been an auction for a holy fruit of longevity in Wanbaolou, and it was finally sold at a price of 1.65 million low-grade spirit stones. I believe that this fruit must have come from the hands of Lord Shadow."

The punchline Martial Saint said respectfully, even changing the name of Wang Miao's incarnation.

"The holy fruit of longevity does come from the orchard under my jurisdiction, and there are countless, inexhaustible sources."

Although there is only one holy fruit of immortality hanging on the tree at present, the incarnation of Wang Miao is not ambiguous at all.

The witty words Wu Sheng thought, and said: "Master Shadow has misunderstood, and I am not here to buy the holy fruit of longevity."

The spirit fruit that sold for more than one million spirit stones could not be bought by a Martial Sage.

Moreover, she was only over 300 years old, so for a Martial Saint with five thousand years of life, she was still young and did not need the fruit of immortality.

"Then why did you come here?"

Wang Miao's avatar was a little curious.

"For my sister Miaoling Wuzun."

Punch Martial Saint pondered for a moment, then continued:

"A hundred years ago, my sister and I suppressed a kind of evil desolate beast. That battle was more dangerous. My sister accidentally fell into the curse of the desolate beast. Every month, there were so many days of disordered breath, unable to cultivate, and even backward in cultivation.

Otherwise, she, who is only two years younger than me, would not be stuck at the peak of Wu Zun, and she should have been promoted to the peak of Wu Sheng.

I came here this time to ask for a spiritual fruit that can lift the curse. "

Wang Miaohua looked up and down the wit Martial Saint, but she didn't expect her to be kind to her sister, she slowly raised her right palm, and a golden fruit appeared.

"The Innocent Saint Fruit of the lower grade of the Heavenly Rank can be eaten to obtain a Great Perfection and Incorruptible Body, which can improve the efficiency of cultivation, and it should not be a problem to lift the curse."

"Could this be the top version of Wushou Lingguo?"

Punch Martial Saint looked at the Sacred Fruit Wugou and said secretly.

It was the first time she heard this name, but when she thought that this thing might be useful, she asked, "How many spirit stones?"

"Only charge you 200,000 low-grade spirit stones, plus one condition."

Wang Miao incarnate said, this is twice the cost price, and it is also his bottom line.

At the same time, he looked up and down the wit Martial Saint, which made her startled and took a step back.

"If it's that kind of thing, can you... let my sister come, after all, the Sacred Fruit of Wugou is for her to eat."

Punch Wu Sheng said with a blushing face.

"What are you thinking, am I that kind of person?"

"The condition I just said was for you to accompany me on a trip to the Great Territory of the Horned Dragon to find something."

Wang Miao's avatar rolled his eyes, secretly saying that the relationship between the sisters of Punch and Miaoling seems to be plastic, not as iron as Ding Linhua and Ding Linxiang.

"Oh."

Wu Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, but with a subtle feeling, he said: "I have been to the horned dragon domain, and I am familiar with it. I can serve as a guide for adults."

"It's not enough to be a guide. As for the specific requirements, we'll talk about it when we arrive. It's not that kind of thing anyway."

After Wang Miao's incarnation finished speaking, he gave the Wugou Holy Fruit to the Wusheng Martial Artist.

Get back 200,000 Spirit Stones.

"Sir, please take your seat."

Punch Wu Sheng released a small spirit boat, about the size of an ordinary wooden boat, which could travel 200,000 miles a day.

"How long will it take to go to the horned dragon domain?"

Wang Miao stood on the bow and asked.

The wit Wu Sheng immediately spread out a map on the small table at the bow, which marked the Tiannan, Panhai, Baihua, Guansha, Wanbao, Qiulong and more than a dozen large areas.

From the map, it can be seen that the Tiannan region is almost at the southernmost point, and it is a bit far to go to the horned dragon region in the northwest.

"I still need half a month."

The wit Wu Sheng said.

"It's too slow, why don't you let me fly you."

Wang Miao incarnates to memorize the contents of the map, and asks Wu Sheng to put away the small spirit boat, and then leads her to use her innate supernatural ability "God Walk", which is fleeting.

After hundreds of jumps in a row.

The two appeared in a sandy place.

"Wow!"

Punch Wu Sheng was numb all over, nauseated for a while, and almost fell to the ground.

In a quarter of an hour, it spanned millions of miles, and she felt that her Holy Body was almost unbearable, and it took a long time to recover from standing on the spot.

"How did the horned dragon domain become like this?"

After Wu Sheng recovered, he had time to look around, pointed to a broken city below, and said, "I remember that a few decades ago, this was a medium-sized city with hundreds of thousands of people, and now it's gone."

"Maybe there was a war."

Wang Miao's avatar looked around and pointed in a certain direction, "Go to Tenglong Shengzong 100,000 miles away to find someone. By the way, do you need me to take you there?"

Tenglong Shengzong is Feng Muyuan's sect in the lower realm.

"I think it's better to take the spirit boat to enjoy the beautiful scenery along the road."

For the space jump, the punchline Wu Sheng was already afraid, shaking his head like a rattle.

"also. "

Wang Miao avatar sat on the position of the spirit boat and nodded.

After half a day.

The spirit boat flew out of the cloud and hovered above a tattered sect.

"Sect Master of Hundred Flowers Holy Sect, come to visit."

The wit Wu Sheng came out.

Wang Miao's avatar looked at the ruined sect below, and found that even the plaque was broken, and it looked like it was torn by sharp claws.

Soon, several shaky escaping lights flew out from the Tenglong Shengzong and stopped in front of the spirit boat, revealing their true colors.

These are three peak martial saints, their clothes are tattered, and their bodies are covered in injuries. One of them has a swollen face like a pig's head, and his eyes are narrowed into slits, looking a bit miserable.

"You are... the sect master of the Tenglong Shengzong 'Lingguang Wusheng'?"

Punch Wu Sheng pointed at the cultivator whose face was swollen into a pig's head, and after a while, he recognized it.

"I didn't expect that I would look like this. Wu Sheng still recognizes me. It's really embarrassing."

Lingguang Wusheng touched his face and grimaced in pain.

He looked at Wang Miao's incarnation and found that the latter had a great aura, and was actually a peak Martial Emperor who was no weaker than the Great Elder. He quickly bowed and said:

"Who is this senior?"

"Look at this thing and you'll know."

Wang Miao's incarnation took out an ancient decree, with the word "Feng" engraved on its surface, and a little immortal energy flew out, making people stressful.

"Meet the ancestors!"

The three Martial Saints of Tenglong Shengzong all bowed their knees.

Although he didn't know who the person in front of him was, since he was holding the immortal decree of Feng Muyuan's ancestors, it was not an exaggeration to call the ancestors when he saw the order.

"Is this the identity token of Immortal Feng?"

The punchline Wu Sheng secretly guessed and thought of a lot.