Chapter 115: Make every effort to develop the ancient realm of the Taihuang [5]

"It's all ordinary fruits, you can eat whatever you want."
Wang Yan made a "please" gesture.
After all, he stuck a small piece of watermelon with a toothpick and sent it to his mouth.
The huge Gululu stretched out a vine from his mouth, rolled up some fruits and delivered it to his mouth, and ate it in three or two strokes, not even squeezing his teeth.
"This, too little..."
Gululu whispered.
"A lot of fruits, eat whatever you want."
Wang Yan waved his hand, and a long table appeared on each side of the seat, which was piled with various fruits.
In total, it is worth three Daoyuan.
For Wang Yan, every fairy friends exchange meeting is a good opportunity to expand the time and space.
Even if you bring out more fruit, what is there?
Anyway, I will earn it back in the end.
"It's that kind of lotus seed!"
Lv Ye Xuanxian saw a bunch of blue lotus seeds with sharp eyes, and quickly took them away.
For him, no natural treasures are as important as these.
Looking at Lianzi, he seemed to see Cai Lian'er, so naturally he didn't want others to touch it.
Not long.
Wang Mian stood up and said, "This is the end of the Fairy Friends Exchange Conference. Regarding the matter of the ancient realm of the Great Desolation, I will keep it confidential for the time being. Everyone, meet again."
After all, his figure gradually faded.
As for the others, they all found themselves pushed out by some force, and the surrounding scenes changed rapidly.
When they returned to God, they had already returned to where they were before.
Fairyland.
Lv Ye Xuanxian carried a big bag of lotus seeds and was in a great mood.
Devildom.
Fan Huo sat on a black iron throne, staring at the distance and saying:
"The Fairy Friends Exchange...This will definitely be a great opportunity for me, and I may also take this opportunity to travel to the ancient realm of the Great Desolation, which has long been lost."
Taihuang ancient world.
Gululu returned to the river.
The deer-legged creatures immediately jumped out of the surrounding woods, all hiding under Gululu, guarding their surroundings.
at this time.
Wang Yan has already crossed the gate of time and space and descended into the ancient realm of the Great Desolation.
There are Wanhuaxianbao lingering around his body, keeping his whole body transparent.
In addition, he also changed his breath through "Wanhua Tiangong" and perfectly blended into the surrounding environment, even the Gululu of Heavenly Wonderland could not find him.
"It's such a big ancient world!"
Wang Mian landed on the top of a giant tree.
This is the paradise of the Lingmu clan.
In every 10,000 giant trees, there is a spiritual tree like Gululu, but the cultivation base is not that high.
Looking at the entire ancient realm of the Great Desolation, Gululu is also regarded as a top powerhouse.
Most spirit trees have only the cultivation base of the ground level.
"It's so green!"
Wang Yan looked around, and his eyes were all green, with no edge in sight.
A large area of ​​Tiannan has a radius of hundreds of thousands of miles, which sounds very large, but it is less than one-thousandth of the ancient realm of the wilderness.
He sensed it and found that the aura and celestial qi in this place far surpassed the Great Wilderness World, although it was not as good as the Immortal Realm, the Immortal Martial Class World was worthy of its name.
"Hah!"
Suddenly, the sound of fighting came from below.
Wang Yan took a closer look and found that the deer tribe between two different tribes was fighting.
The deer people on one side have blue light, and the other has orange light.
They fought a few hundred meters away, all using their talents and supernatural powers, instantly turning the surrounding vitality into luminous spears, and threw them out with all their strength.
"What a weird long-range battle."
Wang Mian whispered.
The cultivation base of these deer people generally reached the profound stage, no less than the martial spirit realm, but they all chose to throw vitality spears remotely.
As for melee...
Whenever they meet, they will decisively open a distance of tens of meters, and then kill the enemy by throwing a spear.
Therefore, there is no close combat at all.
Wang Miao felt that these deer people were very strange.
Puff!
A spear pierced the ancient wood that the two embraced and nailed a strong man of the blue deer race to the tree.
Wang Yan didn't watch these pediatric battles much.
He continued to wander through the ancient realm of the primordial realm, and found that there was not even a civilized city here, all were tribes.
Investigate its root, or because here is already the world of the spirit wood clan.
As hegemonic forces, they do not allow too many and too strong civilizations under their command, so they are restricted to countless tribes.
Deer tribe, werewolf tribe, bear tribe, snake tribe...
In short, there is no pure human race.
Even humanoid creatures are all kinds of creatures after transformation.
Moreover, except for the Lingmu clan, the strongest of the other tribes can only reach the heavenly rank, and no one has been able to advance to the fairyland.
Here, the Lingmu clan are the gods of all tribes!
After clarifying the situation of the entire ancient realm, Wang Yan opened the introduction about this realm.
"The ancient world of the Great Desolation, the world of Xianwu, a hidden real celestial celestial being, ten celestial celestial beings, seventy-six earth celestial beings, and 390 celestial beings."
Looking at the information, Wang Yan already had a bottom line.
The hidden real immortal must have survived the battle that Gu Lulu said, even he did not know that there is still a terrible real immortal in this world.
In Wang Mian's view, that true immortal must have suffered severe damage, otherwise it would not have been in a certain place for so many years.
"The Lingmu clan can't be alarmed for the time being, but the countless tribes under their command can be my entry point to develop the ancient realm of the wilderness."
The corners of Wang Mian's mouth raised slightly.
He already had an idea in his mind.
Some dense woods.
Two blue deer men carrying an injured deer man, like a silly roe deer, hopped for their lives in the forest.
According to their bumpy method, the deer man on his back could have been immortal, but would be shaken to death.
suddenly.
A blue deer man stopped.
The next one was too late to brake and ran into it.
As for the deer man who was carried, he fell to the ground without any accident, and his injuries got worse.
not far away.
Watching this scene, Wang Yan couldn't help but roll his eyes.
Originally, the deer man was only slightly injured, but now it is well, it is almost severely injured. If this continues, it will not be far from death.
"The healing medicine, do you want it or not?"
His whole body glowed ~EbookFREE.me~ as if a translucent elf walked out, with dozens of golden cores floating above his palm, said.
These golden pills are made of low-profile version of the golden blood spirit grass.
Cut into shreds first, then roll into balls.
Finally, after polishing it up, it looks almost like a life-saving elixir.
"You can speak the language of our blue deer tribe?"
The headed deer asked in surprise.
"I am a spirit of nature, and I can speak any language."
Wang Yan said proudly, "The golden core in my hand can save its life, do you want it?"
"What conditions?"
The deer man was more alert and asked.
"Exchange of equivalents."
Wang Mian said.
"Is this enough?"
The deer took a string of pearls, which contained a small amount of aura.
"I am an elf, not a beggar."
Wang Mian said.
Deer people seemed to understand, took out some treasures, and finally got a golden pill to eat for the injured companion.
Then, a miracle happened.
The injured deer man recovered quickly from his injuries and became alive and kicking.
"We want more golden pills!"
Deer took out all the treasures on his body.
"Easy to say, easy to say."
Wang Yan smiled.
In less than three days, many tribes in the ancient realm of the Great Desolation had a legend:
Just pray to the wood elves, there will be vine tree people appear, selling golden pills that can improve cultivation or heal injuries.
Li Youshan.
Thousands of half-meter-high vine tree people stood in front of a curtain of light, glowing like elves.
They are holding some golden cores and trading with tribal creatures in the ancient world.
Wang Yan looked at this scene, nodded in satisfaction, and said to King Watermelon beside him: "Yes, continue to do what I said."
"Okay, true monarch."
King Watermelon nodded.