Lord of Pets

The Tibetan Sutra Bridge is an entire arched bridge constructed of floating stones, with a length of more than 1,000 and a width of more than 1,000, and is spread over independent bridge holes.

In the very center, there is a towering stone tablet with dense emerald green characters engraved on it.

In front of it, there is a ten-meter-diameter shaft, round and simple, always shrouded in hazy light and mist and the breath of time.

"I wonder what the jar spirit will think when he wakes up and sees us again?"

Bai Wushang wandered around for a while, stopping in front of the stone monument and shaft, his eyebrows slightly raised.

Not surprisingly, he would be stationed here in the next few years.

If you break through the twenty-one levels on the Tongtian Road, you can obtain the fairy talisman.

This Tibetan Sutra Bridge can also provide it.

The difference is that the threshold of the Tibetan Sutra Bridge is different, and the difficulty coefficients of the two are in different dimensions.

But compared to the master circle, it consumes time and resources to accumulate fairy talisman fragments.

Finally, a complete fairy talisman is synthesized to exchange for the help of miraculous creatures...

This road has never been interrupted for tens of thousands of years. It has always been one of thousands of choices between the immortal body in the transcendent world and the king's body.

"Wow——"

Bai Wushang opened the storage ring, took out a bottle of elixir and a three-thousand-year-old herb, and threw them into the well one by one.

Suddenly, a strange green wind blew up, spitting out the two things, floating in front of him, unable to fall down.

Bai Wushang showed no surprise as he opened the space crack again.

From the ice world's numerous reserves, he took out two relatively precious fifth-level delicacies and threw them into the well again.

The exact same scene occurred. The shaft did not accept his feeding and was still rejected.

"As expected..."

“Does it have to be produced and deployed on site for it to count?”

Bai Wushang nodded slightly, as if he had some understanding.

At this time, a whistling sound broke through the air, and a man in Chinese clothes jumped up and appeared on the south side of the bridge, looking at him from a distance.

Dozens of people followed closely behind, including gray-haired old men, strong middle-aged men, exotic female nuns in strange attire... all of them were the figures in the square before, pouring in in a mighty manner.

Such a huge movement woke up some masters who were not in the independent bridge cave. They frowned and cast a slightly reproachful look.

The Tibetan Sutra Bridge is suitable for quietness, not noisy!

Lord Jar Lingzi woke up just now, and the commotion was loud enough. Why is it not over yet?

"Hey... Mr. Rabbit..."

Rolls Lai didn't speak. Qiu Laodao couldn't hold it in any longer and asked with a grimace:

"Young Master Rabbit, why is it that Mr. Jarlingzi ignores me and waits, saying that the consumption transition requires a deep sleep?"

"The three of us... have worked diligently for more than ten years to get the fairy talisman. We have been preparing for this day for a long time..."

"If I don't come, he won't be able to wake up easily, right?" Bai Wushang said calmly, "In the normal process, wouldn't it be that if more than seven fairy talismans appear, he will be summoned and wake up automatically?"

"That's the truth..." Qiu Laodao couldn't figure out the details of Mr. Rabbit. He was a late-stage hero and kept his attitude very low.

"But you're already here, and He's also awake, so why..."

"Just like the literal meaning, the Jar Spirit Son has lost too much of its origin and is temporarily unable to undertake your ritual."

Bai Wushang shook his head and interrupted directly: "This matter is not what I wanted, or I may have regrets."

"But actually, this cause and effect has nothing to do with me. I don't want to hear gossip or be disturbed by it."

"Oh...that's all. I'll wait for a few more years and wait a little longer."

Qiu Laodao opened his mouth, hesitated for a few seconds, but still did not dare to break the casserole and ask the question, and stepped back with a sad look.

"Wait a minute, you want to help evolve, but what about you?"

Bai Wushang was moved by his heart. He closed the distance step by step, pointed at the fat yellow tiger and asked.

"Eh?" Qiu Laodao paused, with a trace of doubt in his eyes, and answered honestly:

"It's true. Xiaohu suffered a serious injury in his early years. Although he saved a life, his lifespan was greatly reduced, and there was also a problem with his bloodline."

"Its abnormal obesity is its external manifestation... I have tried various methods, but because I couldn't solve the problem, I had no choice but to come to Shengxian Terrace to try my luck..."

Bai Wushang's mouth hidden under the mask raised a faint smile and asked softly:

"How about a deal?"

"I am responsible for healing the roaring cloud tiger's accumulated old wounds while providing an extremely safe evolutionary direction."

"What you need to pay is the corresponding raw materials and the collection of hundreds of herbs ranging from common to rare for me as a reward."

"You... are you sure you can cure the little tiger?" Qiu Laodao's eyes widened, "Lao Dao must remind him that its old injury is really complicated, so that as a master of alchemy, I can't solve it on my own and need help. outside world……"

"Treating the injury is a sure thing."

Bai Wushang said firmly, "This is the direction of evolution. Although it is safe, it can only be promoted to 8 stars of the Overlord level, and there is no hope of the peak bloodline of the King's body. Can you accept this?"

"Only...can?" Qiu Laodao repeated, looking at each other with a few old friends beside him, really not knowing how to answer.

Overlord level 8 stars...is it very low?

Isn't this a king's body, a relatively outstanding bloodline quality?

I'm afraid it's because I'm old and out of touch with the times.

Qiu Laodao looked around and found that everyone present looked at the rabbit-faced man with the same eyes.

It’s pretty much complicated, stimulating, complicated, stimulating…

Is the gap between people really that big?

It’s not the pinnacle bloodline, but it’s all classified into categories. Isn’t this too extreme?

But... thinking of Mr. Rabbit, a ruthless man who recklessly crossed the Tongtian Road in two hours, Qiu Laodao felt a little bit frustrated, and he immediately felt relieved.

"Sir, if you can cure Xiaohu and continue his bloodline... this is a great kindness. Whatever you need, I will do my best to prepare it for you!"

"Don't worry, there's nothing particularly valuable."

"Compared with the time wasted by continuing to climb to Sendai, I estimate that you can collect what I need in just a month or two."

"So fast?" If anyone else had said this, Qiu Laodao would have scorned him and regarded him as a liar.

But Mr. Rabbit carries a holy beast with him, and he can squeeze out all the miraculous creatures by himself.

He had already trusted eighty-nine percent of such a person with a mysterious background and powerful skills.

"Eat this and your old wounds will heal."

Bai Wushang took out a portion of the finished delicacy and handed it to Old Man Qiu.

In order to extract recipes suitable for angels, the cumulative number of fifth-level recipe types obtained over the years exceeds 1,000.

There are too many miscellaneous things in it that serve no purpose.

But there are also many, such as healing, detoxifying, status strengthening, and growth-enhancing recipes. Bai Wushang will cook them by himself and seal them in the ice world for emergencies.

Now promoted to the hero, the pet beasts are attacking Nirvana one after another.

The value of these finished delicacies has plummeted. If they are not dealt with as soon as possible, there is no point in hoarding them to occupy cells in the ice world.

Bai Wushang wanted to use them in exchange for a certain reward.

By the way, the returned resources are used to cook new recipes, thus becoming the Tibetan Scripture Bridge.