[1V1, growth flow, stronger men and stronger women in the later stage, micro group portrait] On the day when the whole village was massacred by the Demon Lord, Luo Qingxuan was alone with half a basket of mushrooms in his hands.
Thanks to the enlightenment of the immortal, with the help of the best immortal bones of the Nine Spiritual Roots, he cultivated to level 95 in ten years, and single-handedly controlled the entire demon world.
When he died together with the Demon Lord, he thought that his great revenge had been avenged and he had no regrets in this life.
When he opened his eyes again, he was in another world of cultivating immortals, with thin spiritual energy and a completely different cultivation system.
It was a piece of cake to save the young girl Su Nianling who was almost killed by an evil cultivator.
But unexpectedly, he discovered that this little girl with red eyes from crying was actually a rare ten-year-old spirit root!
In his world, this is a god-level talent that can climb a hundred levels and travel through thousands of realms.
But here, the Ten Spiritual Roots = complete losers.
Luo Qingxuan decided to accept a disciple and teach her the true method of cultivation. When she becomes a god, she might be able to take him back home.
He has calculated all the cultivation paths and the potential of his spiritual roots.
The only thing I didn't count was——
He was noticed by the Heavenly Dao of this world, who seemed to hate him for showing off.
One time, he used more strength to save his disciple, and while he was pretending to be in front of his disciple, nine-layered sky thunder struck straight down. The stronger the person, the stronger the thunder would be. It would affect dozens of miles around, and he had to protect his disciple in his arms to block the thunder.
After enduring the thunderstorm, both the master and the apprentice turned into black charcoal men.
Su Nianling's little face was dark, and she said tremblingly: "Master... If you pretend too much, you will be struck by lightning?"
Luo Qingxuan coughed out a puff of black smoke: "... It doesn't matter, it's just a thunderstorm. I can bear it as a teacher."
As soon as he finished speaking, dark clouds gathered above his head again.
Luo Qingxuan: "..."
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