The Daily Life of the Immortal King

It turned out to be a white lace umbrella made of small silver sacred animal hair...

Wang Ling sweated a bit. This was considered to maximize the value of Xiaoyin. After all, this holy beast was full of treasures.

However, to make this white lace umbrella, Fatty Luo obviously didn't use much effort. From the beginning, Fatty Luo regarded it as a decorative magic weapon to make. But this is the case, because of the small silver holy beast hair, this lace umbrella, which did not take much effort to make, also has the level of the eighth-grade holy artifact...

It would be a bit too much to shave off Xiaoyin's hair for the purpose of making this umbrella!

Wang Ling put the schoolbag on the table and took out a thick stack of review materials. The pen and eraser were two monsters, like door gods. The moment Wang Ling approached the desk, he appeared on the left and right of Wang Ling to stand by.

Sheep watched this scene and left the room with the lace umbrella very consciously.

Ling Zhenren must not be disturbed when he is studying. This order has become the first order for all the spirits and monsters in the Wang family who have been enlightened by Wang Ling...

Wang Ling pulled away his chair and found Er Ha lying under the desk, playing with his cell phone and falling asleep.

Wang Ling glanced at the screen and found that Erha was actually watching Daoist Guang's live broadcast... But at this point in time, the live broadcast room was already black, which proved that Daoist Guang had gone offline.

Wang Ling looked at the number of followers in the live broadcast room of Daoist Light.

In just one day today, Daoist Guang has gathered nearly 800,000 fans with the anchor ID "Master Island", and this number is still rising.

Even if the live broadcast room is currently in a black state, these 800,000 "light chasers" are still eager to discuss today's live broadcast content in the room.

Wang Ling has only heard of the game of eating chicken but never played it, but during the military training of the Sixth School, he personally participated in a live-action version of "eating chicken". Online games are definitely not going to be played very well, but watching the barrage floating in the live broadcast room... The audience seems to be very satisfied with the performance of Guangdao Ren.

The corners of Wang Ling's mouth twitched, according to the number of fans...

He felt that Daoist Guang had previously said that 9,981 statues would be erected all over the world, and it seemed that it would not be difficult to find the 99,981 disciples' reincarnation spiritual calamity mission indicators... You know, on the first day alone, 800,000 people have already turned into "Light Chaser"!

It just seems a little complicated to make a statue...

But if you can really gather a group of loyal fans, anything is possible.

Wang Ling was sitting at the desk, he opened the chat software curiously, there was no information in the chat group of the three, but the Guangdaoist sent himself several private chats, the earliest one was around ten o'clock last night. .

Wang Ling remembered that he was still thinking about things at that time, and didn't read the information at all. And under normal circumstances, Wang Ling seldom received private messages, so unless Aite sought him alone, or used "shock", it might take a long time before Wang Ling noticed.

Of course, there were two exceptions, one was "True Lord Thunder Throwing" and the other was "Wang Ming". These two were on Wang Ling's "special attention" list.

【News from 10:03 last night】

Rule 1: Make seniors! It's on the air next time, remember to join us when you have time...

Rule 2: Mom! Why are there so many people? At the beginning, there were only two or three people in my live broadcast room! I just spat out a coconut, and suddenly there were a thousand more people!

Wang Ling: "..."

【News from today at 00:06】

Article 3: FUCK! Make senior... break 100,000! I just used the "Iron Crotch Technique" to crush two coconuts. I didn't expect to attract so many people's attention...

【News from today at 01:15】

Rule 4: Make seniors, the number of people is increasing... The old man suddenly felt that if there were more of these people, it would not be difficult to collect believers and erect statues...

Wang Ling: "..."

【News from today at 17:02】

This piece of news is the latest one, and it was also sent to Wang Ling by Daoists of Light after the broadcast.

Guangdao Ren: Senior Ling, you may not believe it. In the next year, it has attracted 800,000 fans through live broadcasts. Just now, the old man asked them during the live broadcast if they would like to help the old man build a statue... As a result, this group of people asked me if I wanted to do a figure. Let the seniors know, what does it mean to do by hand? What do you do?

"..."

Seeing this news, Wang Ling was stunned.

...

...

Er Ha was lying under Wang Ling's feet. This time, it was not because of a narcolepsy attack, but naturally entered a dream.

Toads rarely dream, so every time they dream, Er Toad will remember it very clearly, and there is a very real feeling,

"Dream of Omen..."

After having the first experience, Erha was no longer surprised.

It can remain fairly conscious in dreams.

This time in the dream, its vision was frozen somewhere, and it was completely unable to move.

But the scene in the dream made Erha feel very familiar!

Because this is the Hall of Heroes of the Swallowing Toad Clan, all the statues of leaders who have ruled the Toad Clan in the past have been set up here.

--and many more!

So...Is this turned into a statue?

Suddenly, Er Ha seemed to understand something...

It glanced at the one placed beside him from the corner of his eye. Although he couldn't see the whole picture, Er Ha could already confirm that this was the ninth generation demon king of the last Sky-Swallowing Clan, the ninth generation of eyes.

The ninth generation is also the most special generation, because when the eight generations died, Erha had just been born, and there was no leader in the clan.

As an assistant to the old minister of the eight generations, the nine generations of eyes took office under the pressure of huge public opinion.

Become the demon king of the ninth generation swallowing the clan.

After that, the swallowing clan was invaded by other demon clan, and Jiu Daimu died tragically, and died in a war between the demon clan...

Later, Er Ha remembered that he had inherited the blood of the eight generations since he was a child. He was pushed to the throne in the year of the death of the nine generations and became the tenth... For a long time after that, the swallowing clan fought desperately in the nine generations. After his death, he was never invaded by other races.

As for the story of Jiudaimu and his father Badaimu, it was told by an elder in the clan to Erha. It was an old official of the swallowing clan who had assisted his father. . And it is also the oldest elder in the current swallowing clan, and the clan calls him Elder Wen.

In the dream, Er Ha recalled many things...

Suddenly, its eyes widened.

If the statue on the side is Jiudaimu... Then the statue that he has turned into now is actually his own?

And at the next moment, the dream changed again...

In the originally empty Hall of Heroes, there were actually tens of thousands of officials of the Toad tribe.

"Is this a prayer ceremony?" Er Ha seemed to think that he had seen this scene before, and he couldn't help but recall the prayer ceremony he saw when he was a child. It was also in the Temple of Heroes, and it was also an important group of tens of thousands of people. The minister, prostrate and kowtow to several huge stone sculptures after praying.

Er Ha saw that Elder Wen was standing at the front, reciting the incantation of the clan...

This incantation can only be understood by the people of the swallowing clan, just like the hometown dialect, every demon clan has its own "hometown dialect".

Two clam never forget.

It just looked at Elder Wen like that, and then suddenly woke up!

Under the desk, its dog was dripping with cold sweat...

If it heard correctly just now, the mantra Elder Wen chanted was not a prayer... but a call for help!