Chapter 1046 (1/2)

In Ding Ning's opinion, the right path of cultivation mentioned by Binbo is not worth learning, even if it is true. He doesn't believe that those gods and immortals are the strong ones in the same cultivation.

Binbo may not have lied. The demon family may have realized this for a long time, so they plundered everywhere to seek immortality medicine to prolong their life and pursue the perfect way of cultivation.

But in Ding Ning's view, this road is absolutely not suitable for the Terran. Perhaps the individual combat power of the Terran is not as good as the demon clan, but the probability of the birth of high-level warriors is much higher than the demon clan. One can't beat a group.

Besides, Terrans never lack amazing talents. There will always be a few strong people who take an unusual path and fight against the sky, such as themselves.

Ding Ning thinks narcissistically that he is the perfect way of the demon family, but his cultivation speed is by no means comparable to that of anyone in the demon family. He is confident that he is invincible in the same level.

Therefore, everything is empty. Only the top-level skill, the top-level weapon, the top-level armor, the top-level auxiliary pill, the most abundant cultivation resources, and hard smashing can also smash powerful people. This is the root of whether a race can be strong.

Ding Ning wanted to understand this, and soon put aside the shadow brought by Binbo's words. His mind suddenly opened and his whole body relaxed for a while, as if he had opened a layer of spiritual shackles. Only then did he suddenly react. This damn Binbo definitely said this deliberately to set off the strength of the demon family and the inferiority and weakness of the human family. He took the opportunity to plant a heart demon for him.

The devil's way is really special. He doesn't need anything. Traps are everywhere. He unknowingly let him be recruited.

If he hadn't come to this deserted place and happened to understand a lot of things, he might have been depressed because his state of mind was affected, and his cultivation would have stagnated since then.

Ding Ning is gnashing his teeth. This damn bastard should be glad he's dead, otherwise he must break him into pieces. It's so insidious.

This also made him a little wary. He decided to kill the demon people without saying a word in the future. He would never talk nonsense to them. These guys are too demagogic. I'm afraid they will be caught again if they are bad.

”Master, can you eat? It's almost burnt.”

You stared at the shiny and fragrant roast meat, and the saliva was almost flowing down. Seeing that Ding Ning was still in a daze, he quickly opened his mouth to remind him.

”Well, eat!”

Ding Ning regained consciousness, handed him a rhinoceros leg, and took a bite with a large piece of elephant meat.

”Delicious, it's so delicious!”

You also couldn't care about the heat. Holding the rhinoceros leg and biting it, he almost didn't shed happy tears. He didn't swallow a large piece of meat in his mouth, so he couldn't wait to wolf it down.

Ding Ning glanced at him with disgust on his face. He was an inexperienced steamed stuffed bun. He didn't expect to flatter.

With a random bite, the eyes suddenly glare round, and the fragrance of the rich essence of life and the smell of the nose make the thirty-six thousand pores of his body instantly open.

It's more than delicious. It's the first delicious food in the world.

Ding Ning has always believed that elephant meat and rhinoceros meat are too rough. Even with his exquisite cooking bonus, it will not be too exaggerated.

But at this moment, he knew he was wrong and blamed you. He didn't flatter at all, but said the most real feelings in his heart.

Ding Ning's eyes were red. He put it in his mouth like a whirlwind, muttering to himself that the meat of the big demon was so delicious. Would the meat of the demon king be better?

”Gudu!”

A swallowing voice suddenly sounded.

Ding Ning smiled. You couldn't help swallowing while eating. It's really

Eh! No

Ding Ning suddenly realized that something seemed wrong. His scalp suddenly felt numb and creepy. Just before he reacted, a bad wind hit the back of his head, hurt the back of his head, and turned his eyes over and fainted.

Before he fainted, he vaguely seemed to see a ghostly black figure, pouting his hind hooves with a lightning speed, and kicked you who was about to look up when he heard the news.

Like a donkey? MD, it's over. Now the boat capsized in the gutter!

This was Ding Ning's last thought before he lost consciousness.

”Wake up, wake up!”

I don't know how long it took, Ding Ning's ear heard a hurried woman's voice. Only then did he vaguely open his eyes, the eyes that lost focus gradually gathered, and a beautiful face gradually became clear in his sight.

”Fairy sister, am I dreaming?”

Ding Ning stared at the beautiful woman with a red vertical line in the middle of her eyebrows. She asked foolishly.

”Puff!”

The woman was teased by his dull look and couldn't help laughing. Then she gently covered her red lips, the waves in her beautiful eyes flowed, and said with a cunning tone: ”yes, yes, you're daydreaming now.”