Leisurely Farming Days in the Wilderness

Why does the author's protagonist have to struggle with how to become an immortal? If he can't achieve immortality, why can't he exercise his body first? Although I don't have any exercise skills, I still have the knowledge to exercise! For example, Earth Magic Elementary School Radio Gymnastics! [Emot=default,14/]

Not bad, Da Luo was not written as a dog. It was only during the Lich Period that Da Luo roamed the land. In the most powerful period of the prehistoric period, there were no more than four thousand Lich Da Luo. The Da Luo that came there were not as good as dogs. On average, a Da Luo covered a territory of 100 to 200 million kilometers in the prehistoric period and was very rare. The size of the wilderness is measured in light years. One light second is between 600,000 and 800,000 kilometers. Even if the smaller prehistoric one is calculated in one light year, the four thousand Daluo Jinxian are as pitiful as pebbles falling into the sea, not to mention that the prehistoric world is thousands or tens of thousands of light years in size. There are several meanings in Daluo walking around the land. They go everywhere discussing the Tao, and they are concentrated in the middle of the ancient wilderness. It is more likely that they are quick to find opportunities and visit other races everywhere, because in the prehistoric Lich period, a Da Luo probably represented a large ethnic group behind them. They chose allies to form gangs everywhere, so it shows that there were many Da Luo. In those big ethnic groups, Da Luo and the following people often see Da Luo coming to their ethnic groups to talk to their ancestors and form cliques. The speed of Sun Wukong is the fastest of Daluo. If he does a somersault in three seconds, his speed is only one-twenty-seventh of the speed of light. It would take him twenty-seven years to fly without rest for one light-year, twenty-seven thousand years to fly for one thousand light-years, and two hundred and seventy thousand years for ten thousand light-years. I heard that the nine-digit series means that the prehistoric continent is either nine thousand light-years in size or 90,000 light-years in size. If the prehistoric continent is 90,000 light-years in size, then it will take two million years to fly at the speed of Sun Wukong.

Are there any book friends who have read for 10,000+ hours? Let's have a round of mutual relations

I like articles about easy farming and cultivating immortals, and those in prehistoric times prefer it. I hope you won't be too sharp. .

Only novels dare to write like this. If he had died in reality, he would have died a thousand and eight hundred times. It feels too pretentious. Too pretentious.

Hongjun plans this and that, and he still worships Hongjun as his teacher. [Emot=default,81/]Why did the prehistoric innate spiritual energy degenerate into the acquired spiritual energy? Why is it that the human race is plotted by the saint to cut leeks and loses interest in becoming a disciple when they see it?

I started writing for thousands of hours a day, but how could I reach the peak of my life when I reached the point of meeting the red clouds? Has this meat been roasted for hundreds of hours? It's still daytime while we're building the ship, but the moon is already in the sky before the meat is ready.

I hope there will be stories after Sanctification, a bigger world that doesn't need to be too endless. All we need is a bigger world, just one. The only wish of Honghuangliu novel. I don't want the same ending as Shan Ye Xianyun

Hongjun's doorman is not an apprentice, so why do they call Hongjun a master instead of a master?

I really can't complain. After practicing for thousands of years with complete skills, I still have a golden elixir. I can't even fly in the clouds and ride on the mist. It's really useless. Even a pig can become an immortal.