Beiyin Great Sage

  Chapter 460 God

  Although Sang Nanfeng is the blood of the longevity species, he is not a longevity species, at least not before transforming into the body of the sky ghost.

  Vigorous and sunny.

   Only ghosts are different.

  Sang Lao’s place is located deep in the ground, covered with Nine Nether Origin Formation, gathering evil spirits and evil spirits, full of ghostly aura, he doesn’t like it.

   Sang Nanfeng is rarely willing to come if it is not necessary.

  A group of black shadows swayed back and forth under the light of the dim candlelight, and a faint voice came:

   "Zhou Yi is able to destroy the Black Wind Bandits, and his strength must be extraordinary, at least far beyond the ordinary seventh rank. Don't provoke him if it is not necessary."

   "It was Yang Su who killed Xiao Guoliang, not him." Sang Nanfeng frowned:

   "The one surnamed Zhou is only a fifth-grade silver, and it is not a long-lived species, let alone the key to eradicating the Black Wind Bandits. In my opinion, it is just a way to gain fame."

   "Why should father be afraid of him?"

   "It's not that I'm afraid." The ghost's voice was erratic:

   "It's not necessary."

"You have to remember that all great powers cannot withstand time. As long as we transform into the bodies of heavenly ghosts, our lifespan will reach tens of thousands of years. Even most legendary species can't compare. There is no need to compete with others for a moment. After thousands or thousands of years, you will see him again."

   "Xue Tianmai is my friend." Sang Nanfeng was still a little unconvinced, and muffled:

   "Watching the surnamed Zhou kill my friend, if I remain indifferent, even if I live for thousands of years, what can I do?"

   "It's just a shrinking turtle!"

"Um?"

  Ghost shadow's voice sank, a dark wind suddenly rose in the field, and countless resentful spirits screamed again and again, which also made Sang Nanfeng's face turn pale, and he retreated subconsciously.

"You do not understand."

   is his only blood after all, Sang Lao suppressed the anger in his heart and said:

   "How can a mere mortal monk be your friend, not to mention, who told you that Xue Tianmai was killed by Zhou Yi?"

   "Who else could it be?" Sang Nanfeng curled his lips:

   "Before Xue Tianmai died, he came to me specifically, saying that he had offended Zhou Yi, and he was afraid that his life would not be long, but it turned out to be true."

   "Master."

  An old man appeared in the field at unknown time.

  The old man was dressed in a Confucian shirt and held a folding fan. He looked gentle, but he didn't seem to be out of harmony in this eerie place.

  He cupped his fists and said:

   "As far as I know, Xue Tianmai lost his backer after the death of Yan Zhi, the deputy leader of the Jushan Gang. In addition, what he did in the past offended many people, so he was retaliated against."

   "He knew that he would not escape if he stayed in the Giant Mountain Gang, so he fled secretly, intending to go elsewhere, but died in the mouth of a strange beast halfway."

   "Looking at the cause and effect, Zhou Yi did not deliberately target him."

"Humph!"

  Sang Nanfeng refused to accept:

   "If it wasn't for Zhou Yi, how could Yan Zhi die? The reason why other people dared to attack him was because they wanted to claim Zhou's surname. As for dying at the mouth of a strange beast halfway, don't you think it's too coincidental?"

"enough!"

  Sang Lao’s voice was already full of anger when he mentioned it:

   "Don't bring up this matter again, and don't continue to spread rumors about Zhou Yi. I vaguely feel that a big change is coming, and being too prominent is never a good thing."

   After speaking, there was a hint of worry in his voice.

   "Big change?" Sang Nanfeng raised his eyebrows:

   "Father, what is there to be afraid of?"

  He has seen his mysterious father make a move. Although they are both at the seventh level, the ordinary seventh level is not enough to watch.

   Not even hands-on.

   With a slight wave of the soul-calling flag, the seventh-rank silver will be killed on the spot. How can the accumulation of tens of thousands of years be compared by ordinary monks?

   Except for a few legends, there is little fear.

   As for gold…

   Those existences, how can they have the same knowledge as them.

"You do not understand."

  Sang Lao’s voice is leisurely:

   "This fragmented world can create too many miracles. The leader of the Jushan Gang, Yang Su, seems to have benefited from the Black Wind Bandit. The atmosphere has changed a lot recently, and even I dare not act rashly."

   "Patience, silence, wait until you get out."

   "..." Sang Nanfeng frowned, and then said:

   "Although Zhou Yi is not a long-lived species, the maid next to him is, and her cultivation is just at the second level of silver. I want to marry her."

"Oh!"

  Sang Lao’s voice changed slightly:

   "Is this true?"

   "It's true!"

   "Xu Sheng."

   "The old slave is here."

  The old man in Confucian shirts bowed his hands at the sound.

   "Go and check." Sang Lao said, looking very dignified:

   "If it is true, you can make a move, but there is no need to rush."

"Yes."

  The old man should be, stepped back slightly, and the whole person disappeared in the darkness. He was a ghost with no body.

  Seeing this, Sang Nanfeng raised his mouth slightly.

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   "The dark workshop is held every four years. Before each meeting, we will give a notice through the tokens we issue, and the time will last for one month."

   "Obsolete don't wait!"

   "Establish three supervisors."

   "There is one supervisor, the deputy suzerain of my sect, and two deputy supervisors. How about Miss Cai and Brother Zhou each having a position?"

   Inside the iceberg, Zi'an arranged for his servants to lift heavy objects, while introducing the decisions made by the two major forces:

   "The safety of the dark workshop is shared by the three of us, but Brother Zhou needs to stay here all year round, so it may be more troublesome."

   "No problem."

   Zhou Jia walked to the widest hall deep in the iceberg with his hands behind his back.

  This was originally the residence of the queen of ice-eating ants. It is nearly 10,000 square meters. There is a high platform in the middle, and there are some ice caves around it.

  Drop curtains are hung outside the ice cave to cover the inside.

  The cloth curtain seems simple, but it is actually a special kind of concealing treasure. Once it falls down, the outside cannot hear the slightest movement inside.

  If you want to spy, you will definitely activate the formation on the curtain.

certainly.

   Zhou Jia, who is pregnant with Tingfeng, is not included.

  Hold the token in hand, shake it lightly, and the triple formation is fully perceived.

  The outermost area is the cloud and mist formation that covers the widest area, the inner part is the ice and fire dual killing formation, and the core is the leveling formation that suppresses cultivation.

  Pingtian formation cannot kill the enemy, but as long as the breath fluctuation is a little stronger, it will cause the formation to respond, and the double kill of ice and fire will follow closely.

  The core of the killing array are two fake artifacts.

  Once it falls into the town, the seventh-rank silver can be killed!

  After the simple experiment, Zhou Jiayin said with emotion:

   "The Ghost Control Sect and the Jushan Gang are really rich and powerful, and Zhou admires them."

   "Brother Zhou was joking." Zi'an narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly:

   "Today is different from the past. Nowadays, pseudo-artifacts are not uncommon, especially those with ice and fire attributes and poor quality."

   "In this world, some black iron can hold false artifacts, so where is the reason?"

   As he spoke, he shook his head again and again.

  Pseudo-artifact.

  Even an extremely weak pseudo-artifact can cause damage to seventh-order silver, after all, the rareness of divinity is well known.

but now…

  Although it can’t be said that divinity is everywhere, the pseudo-artifact is no surprise.

   Seventh order,

  Be careful when facing people who are weaker than you, otherwise you will be killed by a black iron, and you will really make a big joke.

  Zhou Jia narrowed his eyes slightly when he heard the words. Although Zi An was just expressing emotion casually, it gave him a vague feeling that a big change was coming.

  The massive output of pseudo-artifacts is likely to change the current pattern of the Fragmented World.

   After calming down, he asked:

   "When will the first session start?"

   "The deputy suzerain means three months later, what do you two think?" Zi'an looked at them.

   "Three months?" Cai Yuzhen shook her head lightly:

   "It's too urgent."

   "Not bad." Zhou Jia nodded:

   "Not many people know the news now, and we still need to reassure those who come here. Three months is too urgent, maybe half a year later."

   "Hmm..." Zi An understood:

   "I'll go back and report to the deputy suzerain, and discuss this matter again."

   "Should be."

   This is a trivial matter, and the two people's suggestions are very pertinent. Fu Longze, the deputy suzerain of the Ghost Control Sect, also has no objection, so it is settled.

half year later.

  Bingshan Dark Workshop was officially held.

  Bai Yin from the Ghost Sect and the Giant Mountain Gang invited friends, and even invited the legendary Li Dongyang from the core area to come, and the momentum can be described as resounding.

  In order to attract business, Yuguizong offered more than 30 copies of divinity, Jushan Gang gave more than 20 copies, and even Zhou Jia also gave more than ten copies of divinity.

  The sale of 70 divinities immediately caused quite an uproar.

  Even legends are moved by it.

  Let’s start with them, and others are also trying to take out the divinity that they don’t need, and trade in the dark workshop.

  The transaction is completed, and leave through the array.

  There are several monk strongholds outside the cloud and mist formation. If you are worried about being followed, you can temporarily sneak into the stronghold and then look for an opportunity to leave.

  On that day, Yang Su and the five ghost boys gathered in the dojo, showing satisfaction.

   I haven't seen him for a while, but Yang Su's aura is obviously much stronger. It should be that he has taken the alchemy spirit fruit.

  Good start!

   Not more than half a month.

  The divinity dealt with by the three forces of Yuguizong, Jushan Gang, and Zhoujia alone amounted to as many as 300 copies, and there were naturally more secret transactions.

   Over a thousand copies, no accidents.

   "Shenzhen has just started, and the price is actually fluctuating greatly." Zhou Jia stroked his chin, and glanced at Li He and the others below:

   "The fragmented world has the most ice and fire gods, and the price will definitely be the cheapest in the future. If you want to earn extra money, try to collect other gods."

   "Not bad." Ge Honggen's old face was flushed, and he couldn't hide his excitement. The divinity he had seen in his life was not as much as in the short ten days:

   "Now other people have also understood that the price of the alternative divinity has begun to increase, but it is not obvious yet, so they should start as soon as possible while there are still a few days left."

   "There is another reason." Fang Zhensun said:

   "Someone is secretly hoarding ice and Vulcanity."

   "Oh!" Li He was surprised:

   "Why?"

   "It should be..." Fang Zhensun thought for a while and said:

   "I want to refine middle-grade pseudo-artifacts, and even high-grade pseudo-artifacts!"

   "According to the master's calculation, if one of the most common divinity is taken as one, one hundred copies may be refined into a middle-grade pseudo-sacred weapon, and two thousand copies may become a top-grade one."

   Of course, just possible.

  A high-grade pseudo-artifact, if it specializes in killing, falls into the hands of an ordinary seventh-order, and can even threaten the peak legend.

  Don't think about two thousand copies for the time being.

  But one hundred copies is still possible, especially the deities of ice and fire. More than 70% of the deities traded during this period are of this type.

  Fang Zhensun finally spoke:

   "If Yang Su is holding a middle-grade fake artifact, the Five Ghost Boys are definitely not his opponent."

   "Not necessarily." Li He shook his head:

   "You have these things, others will also have them, and a balance will be reached in the end, but for low-level people, whether they are enough can determine life and death."

"All right."

  Zhou Jia's voice is flat:

   "This matter has nothing to do with us. How to manage this place well is the most important thing. This is a good place to gain divinity."

  He pursed his lips, and his consciousness scanned the four pieces of Thunder God in the storage bag.

  If these four divinities are integrated into the Thunder Ax Scepter, it will definitely increase its power a lot, but if it wants to become a middle-grade pseudo-artifact.

   It's still early!

   As for the top-grade pseudo-artifact?

  In addition to the ready-made ones, even if they have enough divinity, it may take hundreds of years to refine them. It is too early to talk about these now.

"Yes."

   Everyone should be.

  (end of this chapter)