harleyscars Chapter 355
Chapter 355
Regarding the thoughts of Daozu and the veiled woman, Li Changsheng did not know anything.
At this time, he was thinking about whether to clear out all the people in Daoxuanzhou and take all those opportunities into his own hands.
After all, these countless opportunities can be exchanged for an unknown number of mission points, let alone 3~5 memory fragments, which is still calculated by Li Changsheng's insurance.
"Forget it, today because of his daily effect, since they can come to Daoxuanzhou to obtain the secret realm opportunity is also their own karmic blessing, let them give them a little."
"I'll rob half of them before I leave anyway."
Li Changsheng had a treacherous smile on his face, as for the chance, it was better to let them take some away.
As for how much can be taken away, it depends on their ability.
Some people have paid their lives for these opportunities, and some people have lost a lot for these opportunities, and they always have to make some benefits for them, right?
The road of displacement with some results is always what the world wants to see.
Li Changsheng has the virtue of adult beauty, let them take a little.
"When the opportunity of Dao Xuanzhou arrives, I will directly take away some immortal sources and exchange them for mission points."
Li Changsheng said to himself, closed his eyes, and the little dragon of chance in his body, which represented Dao Xuanzhou, turned into a ray of light, covering Li Changsheng's body.
His thoughts covered the entire Dao Xuanzhou.
His body and mind were the heaven and earth of Dao Xuanzhou, and he suddenly deepened this endless Immortal Dragon Ridge, that is, the entire Dao Xuan Prefecture.
His body is the land of the entire Dao Xuan Prefecture, and he can find out what everyone is doing on the Dao Xuan Prefecture at the first time.
Even, those opportunities he can directly take it...
Li Changsheng took away 100,000 immortal sources in a secret realm, and after doing all this, Li Changsheng opened his eyes, "Let's see how much the 100,000 immortal sources can be exchanged for."
"Previously, 100,000 immortal veins could be exchanged for 100,000 mission points, then this immortal source is even rarer, and the task points that can be exchanged can only be more."
"System, help me exchange these 100,000 immortal sources into mission points."
Li Changsheng said to himself in his heart
, "Ding, redeeming for the host..."
The system's voice sounded, and a golden panel appeared in front of him.
One hundred thousand immortal sources were directly exchanged for tens of millions of mission points.
Seeing that he had 11 million task points, Li Changsheng was satisfied.
"This exchange rate is right, 1:100, otherwise if you exchange it 1:1, when will you be able to buy all the light point memories?"
With 10 million mission points, Li Changsheng did not have any hesitation, and directly spent nearly 5 million to buy the penultimate task points.
There are 6 million left on hand.
The most urgent thing at the moment, Li Changsheng's purpose is extremely clear, that is, to collect the dragon vein and improve his strength.
Collect quest points, get all the memory fragments, learn the specific details of the Chaos Emperor Venerable, and unlock the secrets of your own life!
The light point memory fragment merged into his mind, Li Changsheng closed his eyes, the figure fell silent, and began to digest the memories in the light point fragment.
That was probably something about the Heaven Devouring Emperor Venerable.
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A mortal city, a stingy man, with broken clothes and a ragged face.
The robe barely covered his thin body, and for a few days he begged on the streets as usual!
"Stinky beggar, get out, it's annoying to see you on this street!"
"You said that the laws of the royal city are so strict, why would you allow this smelly beggar to exist, it really dirty the streets and polluted my eyes."
More than a dozen men in expensive brocade clothes on the side looked at Li Changsheng's appearance, and their eyes were full of disgust.
Pinch your nose, not wanting to go near the ragged beggar on the corner.
The stingy spirit did not even raise his head, and he lowered his eyebrows deeply, and in his arms were the two white-faced steamed buns that he had begged for recently.
For the cynicism of these people, he has long been accustomed to it, and he has been lonely since childhood, and even an orphan-like existence, raised by an old beggar, and grows up.
As usual, he returned to a small broken temple in the corner of the city, dilapidated and overgrown with weeds.
Each weed was as tall as a petty human head, and his small hand slightly moved to the side, stepped over this field of weeds a few meters, and returned to the small temple.
A huge hole in the roof of the temple is conspicuous, but there is no money to sew it.
On the side of the temple, the old beggar curled up on a wooden bed, covered with a broken cloth quilt, with a weak breath.
The old beggar's face was not good-looking, it was extremely white, he had been ill for some years, but he had no money to treat it.
Holding two warm steamed buns in his arms, he walked to the side of the old beggar with a worried face.
It was already autumn, and the rags and quilts covered with this wooden board were still not wanted by others, and they were picked up by small beggars, washed by the river, and mended the seams and brought to use.
It can be seen that his life is difficult.
"Master, is your condition better today?"
"Today there are two more steamed buns to eat, and the little beggar looks at the old beggar like this, with endless distress and worry on his face."
Unfortunately, to no avail!
This is the mortal world, and the same world is a cannibalistic world, without power, power and money, everything is for nothing.
The poor have a hard time, not to mention their beggars.
"Ahem!"
The old beggar coughed heavier and his voice was weak.
When the old beggar picked up the little beggar, the little beggar originally wanted to call the old beggar his father, but the old beggar did not let him do it, only let him call himself Master.
The reason given is that a beggar like him did not give the little beggar a bright future and was not worthy to be the father of the little beggar.
If he really wants to say something, call him Master, and he will be satisfied.
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In the cold winter and moon, heavy snow flies, and the world eats people.
In this Fudong 29, the old beggar did not carry the disease after all, and fell asleep on the stiff plank, and did not wake up on the day.
The little beggar was grief-stricken that day, crying for an unknown amount of time, his eyes were red and swollen, and blood and tears flowed.
He kept filial piety for ten days and ten nights, and dried without closing his eyes, eating, drinking or tears, but he miraculously lived and did not die.
Heavy eyelids, slowly sleep.
In his sleep, the little beggar returned to the height of summer of that year, and the old beggar led his little hand and walked by the river.
The little beggar once asked the old beggar, why do people live in the world when they live so hard?
"Life is still without suffering and helplessness, and the world treats them like pigs and dogs, so what if one day they are strong, what if they take the people in the world with them?"
The old beggar led the little beggar's hand, and his voice was deep, "The world kisses me, and I hold it with a song."
"Immortality, I named you Immortal Life because I want you to live well, not to hate the world."
The old beggar stroked the little beggar's head dotingly, and his face was full of tenderness.
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