This Side Effect is Awesome

In order to practice faster, some fifth-level earth immortals may move some special intelligent life into their bodies to bring gains and benefits to their internal space.

But Song Ankang, who has the Fate-Defying Heavenly Book and the Three-pole Golden Bell, does not need to do this. He can create an endless stream of pure source energy by himself, so there is no need for such heretical methods.

Yes, for Song Ankang, those methods are all heresies, but in the eyes of the outside world, his methods may be heresies, but with the help of golden fingers, this is the broadest road to heaven for Song Ankang.

The improvement speed of the people on the pillow and the children and grandchildren is not slow either. Sisters Yuemeng and Yueluu have soared to the realm of middle gods in a short period of time. They are getting closer and closer to the great gods. As for the other people on the pillow, they have also improved a lot. slow.

Song Changan, the daughter who has made the fastest progress in cultivation, officially broke through the eighth level a year ago and entered the ranks of the seventh level gods. If Song Ankang hadn't kept her hidden, it would have shocked the entire human race and even the entire Central Plains Merchant Alliance.

Song Xia and Tang Shi are about to achieve a breakthrough in their cultivation, half-stepping into the ranks of seventh-grade gods. As long as the opportunity comes, they will be able to step into the ranks of seventh-grade gods in the next moment.

The other children are also cultivating very quickly, and the grandchildren are also pretty good. They have stepped into the extraordinary realm one after another. The Song family's reputation as a genius is becoming more and more prosperous in the human race.

Even with Song Ankang's deliberate suppression, it is still slowly spreading to the surrounding races. Countless human races are proud to marry into or marry the children of the Song family.

So the men of the Song family married more and more wives and concubines, and the women of the Song family... Oh, forget it, let's not talk about it, it's a bit harsh to say it, and Song Ankang can't stand what some descendants have done. Live, I really don’t want to know.

But no matter what, with the efforts of these descendants of the Song family, the entire human race has gradually been promoted towards the third-level immortal clan, and it is also the fourth-level heavenly clan.

At this rate, it will only take a few thousand years for most human beings to have the potential to reach the third level, and a small number of people will have the potential to reach the level of fourth-level immortals.

As long as the human race is given enough time, the human race can give birth to a large number of true immortals, earth immortals and heavenly immortals. By then, the human race will be a member of the fourth-grade heavenly clan.

But currently, in the vast human race, only Song Ankang knows the truth of the matter, and even the people beside him only know a little bit. This matter is of great concern, how dare Song Ankang leak it.

A few years later, all the earthly artifacts that Song Ankang handed over to the treasure supplier were finally upgraded. Basically, they were all half-step holy artifacts, and their power was beyond imagination.

As expected of a treasure supplier, the speed and efficiency are really good, and the quality is super high.

Song Ankang's face was full of smiles as he looked at the shining half-step sacred weapons in front of him, such as the Shadowless Void Sword, the Lotus Crown, the Wuluo Armor, the Ground-breaking Boots, the Three-Step Soul-Chasing Needle, the Soul-Bumping Bell, The Shadow Ring...the seven half-step sacred weapons, their power is beyond imagination. When Song Ankang fully adapts to and masters its power, the combat effectiveness he can exert will be beyond imagination.

By then, Song Ankang will be able to defeat even a fourth-level comet-level immortal, let alone a fourth-level meteor-level immortal, head-on, or even a planet-level fourth-level immortal. However, this possibility is not high, and Song Ankang also Not much extravagance.

Smiling slightly, Song Ankang began to adapt to the many protective instruments after his transformation.

After trying it, the power of these transformed heavenly weapons was beyond imagination, but Song Ankang was still unable to exert its full power. After all, he was only the Emperor of Glory now.

And every time you use these heavenly weapons, you consume a little more source energy. However, considering that these heavenly weapons can be called half-step holy weapons, even if they are used by a real fourth-grade heavenly immortal, they will not consume much. Small, not to mention Song Ankang, a pseudo-immortal who has not yet entered the realm of immortals.

Although the source energy in the body is not inferior to that of a real fourth-grade heavenly immortal in terms of quantity and quality, Song Ankang is not a real fourth-grade heavenly immortal after all. It is normal to consume a lot when using these heavenly weapons. It is only when the consumption is small. It's not normal anymore.

However, although it consumed a lot of energy, Song Ankang was extremely satisfied with just a part of the power.

With the help of the power of these half-step holy weapons, Song Ankang can easily crush ordinary immortals. Even a comet-level immortal would have a hard time defeating Song Ankang, and that's without using Ruyi.

Because they were all transformed from previous earthly artifacts, Song Ankang adapted very quickly. It only took him a few months to adapt to them all. Not to mention he was very handy, at least he was able to command them.

The true value of these 100,000 sixth-grade talent pearl flowers made Song Ankang quite satisfied with the power of the earthly artifact after its transformation.

But occasionally thinking about the frequency of his use of these earth tools, Song Ankang felt that there might be something wrong with his above sentence.

Although the power of these heavenly weapons after transformation was beyond imagination, which made Song Ankang very satisfied, but thinking about how often he used these protective treasures, Song Ankang suddenly felt that they were not worth it, at least in terms of frequency of use.

Think about it from the realm of true immortal to earthly immortal. Although the immortal weapons and earthly weapons used are all top-notch at the same level, Song Ankang does not seem to have used them many times. Of course, it does not count during training. Only those real swords and real weapons are used. I really didn’t use the gun many times in battles and killings.

But even so, Song Ankang will not slack off. I can use many things, but I must not live without them. Just like the nuclear weapons on earth, few of the nuclear-armed countries have ever used nuclear weapons, but they are all well prepared. , for which huge amounts of resources are consumed every year.

The consumption of protective treasures is not that high. They only need to be kept in the body to warm them up. Relatively speaking, these protective treasures seem to be more cost-effective.

Thinking of this, Song Ankang smiled slightly and continued to adapt to the various heavenly weapons after his transformation. Even if he was promoted to the ultimate immortal in the future, he would not have the opportunity to use these heavenly weapons, or even if he did, he would only use part of them. Song Ankang would also use them all. Adapt and perform with great proficiency.

Who knows when something will happen. If it is because I haven’t used it much before and I won’t use it in the future, and I don’t adapt well, what if it really happens.

This is the principle of raising an army for a thousand days and using it for a while. Song Ankang would rather spend part of his time improving his cultivation level to improve his combat effectiveness.

This is not only for himself, but also for his relatives and friends. As the biggest patron saint of relatives and friends and the human race, how can he have such an obvious shortcoming, let alone such an important shortcoming that involves life.

"Brother Shen!"

"Um!"

When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.

But no matter who it is.

There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.

To this.

Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.

Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.

It can be said.

Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.

When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.

When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.

The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.

Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.

Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.

Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.

Anyone who enters the Demon Slayer Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.

Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.

Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.

Possessing the memory of a previous life.

He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.

It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.

Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.

At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.

Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.

Enter the attic.

The environment changes in vain.

The fragrance of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, making him frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.

It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.