"Mr. Jiang."
"There are 230 storage rings in total, 68 of which are empty."
"Among them, there are only nine Dao soldiers... Well, to be precise, they may not be considered Dao soldiers. There are eight top-grade spiritual weapons, and there are dozens more high-grade spiritual weapons."
"There are more middle-grade spiritual weapons and lower-grade spiritual weapons. There are more than 160 pieces in total."
This is normal.
Storage rings may be relatively scarce for ordinary warriors and extraordinary awakeners, but they are nothing to the "true inheritance" of Wangyou Valley. It is normal for some people to carry two or three.
For example, Jiang He has almost 400 storage rings including these 230.
As for the spiritual soldiers?
is also like this.
For example, Qin Jiuzhou is very wealthy and has five holy weapons alone... maybe this is not all!
In fact, it’s not just Qin Jiuzhou.
The Yulong Realm of Daxia, including Wang Wu, the half-saint, is relatively wealthy, at least richer than 99% of the half-saints in the Kunlun Realm, because there were too many strong men in ancient Daxia, and the ones currently discovered There are already several "Dongtian Secret Realms", so it is normal to get some treasures.
Nothing more than...
It’s just a “gift” from our ancestors!
Jiang He left behind eight top-grade spiritual weapons, selected another ten or so high-grade spiritual weapons, and chose to exchange the rest for [merit].
As for the so-called nine "Tao soldiers", they are nine arrows. Their material is indeed Tao soldier level, but the "formation patterns" carved on them are too simple to be considered real Tao soldiers.
Jiang He's eyes moved slightly, remembering the middle-grade Taoist bow and arrow that he had captured in Wangyou Valley.
"These nine arrows may be the same as the bow."
Jiang He took out his bow and arrow, tried setting up an arrow, and found that he could not exert the power of this middle-grade Taoist bow and arrow by relying only on brute force.
In addition to spiritual weapons, the storage ring also contains a large number of elixirs, miscellaneous items, and secret books.
"All the miscellaneous secrets have been replaced with meritorious deeds."
"As for the elixirs, can you ask someone to help me identify them? I can keep the ones that suit me and exchange the rest for merit."
The Hall of Merit was busy for more than three hours, and finally the statistics were calculated.
Jiang He's income from this harvest can be exchanged for 230 million merits.
This is because he left behind eight top-grade spiritual weapons, a dozen high-grade spiritual weapons and many elixirs and spiritual objects suitable for his "cultivation"... Otherwise, it shouldn't be difficult to change the merits of one more small target.
Take the ID card.
The merits are credited.
The grandmaster of the Hall of Merit swallowed hard and couldn't help but said: "Including the previous 20 million meritorious service... Mr. Jiang, you now have a full 250 million meritorious service. Looking at our Daxia, even the celestial phenomenon Only Shen Wanyun, the God of Wealth, can rival you in this world."
"oh?"
Jiang He said in surprise: "God of Wealth Shen Wanyun? In our Daxia, there is such a powerful person?"
To know.
His current wealth is the "total sum" of more than 180 true disciples in Wangyou Valley. How is this "Shen Wanlin" so rich?
Worthy of the name "God of Wealth".
certainly.
It's his business to have money.
When you have money, you have to spend it.
With 250 million merits in his possession, Jiang He felt that his waist was straightening up a lot, and he asked: "I heard that we [the Hall of Merits] have spiritual veins for sale? What grade are they in, and how much does it cost?"
Spiritual veins!
The Grandmaster's eyes lit up again.
As a person from the [Hall of Merit].
He has little opportunity to go out and do tasks to earn merit. All expenses and training resources are based on the meager salary and commission from the [Meritor Hall]... There is a commission for collecting and selling resources.
He worked in the [Hall of Merit] for three years, but his income was not as much as one-thirtieth of the commission from the three transactions he made with Jiang He.
He quickly poured tea for Jiang He and introduced: "Mr. Jiang, our Hall of Merit currently has nine spiritual veins for sale, including four second-grade spiritual veins, two third-grade spiritual veins, one fourth-grade spiritual vein, and fifth- and sixth-grade spiritual veins. One each.”
"The price of the second-grade spiritual vein is 50 million merit points."
"The price of third-grade spiritual veins is 200 million merit points."
"The price of fourth-grade spiritual veins is 1 billion merit points, and the price of fifth-grade spiritual veins is 10 billion merit points..."
Jiang He: "..."
grass!
What a poor man I am!
His waist that had just been straightened softened again, and he asked: "What the hell? It's just a spiritual vein, and it's so expensive?"
The grandmaster of the Hall of Merit smiled bitterly and said: "Mr. Jiang, this price was not set by me, but by the higher-ups... It is actually very cheap. A second-grade spiritual vein is enough to supply thousands of ordinary warriors for their practice. .”
Expensive is expensive.
It’s not okay if you don’t redeem it.
"Who told me that I can't cultivate my vitality and can't rely on my own strength to activate the spiritual, Taoist and holy weapons?"
Jiang He calculated.
Spend 200 million merit to buy all four second-grade spiritual veins on sale in the [Hall of Merit].
"Mr. Jiang is awesome!"
The Grandmaster of the Hall of Merit said: "Mr. Jiang, please wait a moment... I will help you get your spiritual pulse."
soon.
He took out four storage rings.
Jiang He was dumbfounded when he saw it, and said in surprise: "Where is the spiritual vein?"
The Grand Master of the Hall of Merit said: "Mr. Jiang, a second-grade spiritual vein is at least a thousand meters long, like a river, and it is immeasurable... It is inconvenient to carry and store. These four second-grade spiritual veins have all been refined. It is stored in the storage ring and is easy to carry. When using it, you only need to take out the spiritual veins."
"Like this?"
Jiang He carried four storage rings and headed straight to Qin Jiuzhou's courtyard.
result……
Qin Jiuzhou was not there, but Wang Wu was sitting under the pavilion in the courtyard drinking tea. He immediately waved to Jiang He and said with a smile, "Xiao Qin has not come back since he stayed in Daxia. Do you have anything to do with him?"
"senior."
Jiang He rolled his eyes and said, "To be honest, I have something I want to ask my seventh brother for help with."
Qin Jiuzhou can put the spiritual Yasuo into Tao soldiers and holy soldiers. As Wang Wu is a semi-saint, it is naturally possible.
Wang Wu smiled and said, "Whatever it is, tell me and listen. Maybe I can help you."
"Compressed spiritual veins?"
"This is simple...take out your spiritual veins and weapons, and I'll help you get them."
Wang Wu attaches great importance to this junior.
Naturally, I would not refuse such a small request.
Jiang He immediately took out the middle-grade holy sword from [White Horse Xuanguang Tian], cut his finger, and used his blood to refine four storage rings.
As soon as he had an idea...
Wow!
Four thousand-meter-long spiritual veins suddenly appeared in mid-air, like four long rivers. The rich spiritual energy of heaven and earth radiated from them, making the spiritual energy in the small courtyard a little richer.
Then Jiang He took out the mid-grade Taoist weapon bow and arrow, the low-grade Taoist weapon sword given to him by the Fish Dragon Realm of the Red Blood Tower, and the low-grade Taoist weapon "Flying Boat".
"Just these four?"
Wang Wu Tan grabbed the sword with his hand, flicked his fingers on the sword, and said: "What a good sword. The holy patterns and the laws of the holy way contained in it are not far from those of a top-grade holy weapon. It has To qualify for promotion to a high-grade holy weapon, this sword can be used as a means of keeping the bottom of the box. It cannot be used more than once, otherwise it may arouse the covetousness of the Fish-Dragon Realm and even the Semi-Saints."
He waved his hand and drove a spiritual vein into the holy sword, practiced it for a moment, and then threw it back to Jiang He and said, "Feel it."
Jiang He holds the holy sword.
After careful sensing, he could "see" a thousand-meter spiritual river floating inside the holy sword, among the many holy patterns and laws of the holy way.
On the spiritual river, wisps of spiritual energy drifted away.
Under the operation of the holy patterns and formations of the holy sword, the wisps of spiritual energy quickly turned into vitality and were stored in the holy sword.
Wang Wu followed suit, and while driving his spiritual veins into the middle-grade Taoist bow and arrow, he said: "If you want to exert the power of a middle-grade holy sword, you need a huge amount of energy...a complete second-grade sword. With all the spiritual veins burning, it can only sustain the middle-grade holy sword for half an hour at most."
"certainly."
"With your current level of cultivation, you don't need to exert its full power at all. You only need to activate the power of one-tenth or two-tenths of the holy sword, which is enough to cut through the sky... The spiritual energy of this spiritual vein will usually be converted into energy storage. , just activate it directly when the time comes.”
soon.
The other three "Tao weapons" have also been "refined".
Wang Wu praised the bow endlessly and said: "Although this bow is only a middle-grade Taoist weapon, it can be used with these nine special arrows to bring out the power of a high-grade Taoist weapon... And you are a Body Refining Vajra In the realm, the physical body is powerful and can easily pull the bow string. With this bow... I am afraid that it can easily kill the celestial realm!"
Jiang He put away his bow and arrows, the low-grade Taoist sword and the flying boat. He was in a very good mood. He thanked Wang Wu and planned to leave.
Wang Wu opened his mouth and kept Jiang He aside, saying, "Have you heard about the opportunity Duan Mufeng got in Xicheng District?"
Jiang He nodded.
Wang Wu smiled and said: "Do you want to go to Xicheng District?"
"ah?"
Jiang He was startled and said, "Didn't it mean that Xicheng District is covered by the formation and cannot be entered?"
"It was really impossible to get in before."
Wang Wudao: "Didn't the Scarlet-Blooded Building Master and the Heavenly Saint and Half-Saint team up to break into the Tianmen Pass? They didn't know what method they used to blast open a corner of the formation. As long as they spent a certain price, they could send people in... You are the most talented and powerful person of the young generation in Daxia."
"Your luck may also be the strongest. I plan to send you in to try it."
The benefits are delivered to your door.
How could Jiang He not want it?
Immediately, he and Wang Wu arrived at the center of Tianmen Pass.
This most central location is actually the Beilin Square where the "Heritage Monument" is located.
The square is located next to a crossroads.
The crossroads lead to Dongcheng District, Xicheng District, Beicheng District and Nancheng District respectively.
At this moment, there are many people practicing in the Forest of Steles Square.
Most of these people have never resonated with the [Inheritance Monument], but a small number have. The reason why they still stay here to practice is because they want to use their true martial arts to resonate with the forest of monuments and obtain a stronger inheritance.
For example, Liu Feng is one of them.
Jiang He glanced at the forest of steles and asked, "Senior, what is underneath these forest of steles? I heard that these forest of steles are actually tombstones, and below them are the tombs of our martyrs of Great Xia?"
Wang Wudao: "This is just our judgment. Whether it is true or false cannot be proven."
Jiang He smiled and said: "If you want to prove it, isn't it easy? Just pick a few monuments and dig them up, and you can do it?"
"..."
Wang Wu was speechless for a while, then changed the subject and said, "Okay, get ready, I'll take you to Xicheng District."
Ahead of the intersection.
There is a light mist.
The fog is not too thick, but it has a hazy feeling. When people look at it, they will have an inexplicable "fuzzy feeling". They can only vaguely see the outline of the buildings in "Xicheng District" and cannot see the real appearance.
The same is true for Nancheng District and Beicheng District.
In the corner of the fog, there is a "vacuum" zone.
Wang Wu activated his cultivation and shot out with one palm...
Jiang He thought he was going to hit the formation, but he never thought...
boom!
A palm slapped him on the back.
He only had time to shout "fuck", and the next moment he felt dizzy and dizzy. When he landed again, he was already on a long, dilapidated and deserted street.
The long street is paved with stone bricks.
The buildings on both sides are similar in style to those in Dongcheng District. There are not many differences. The buildings are very complete and have not been damaged at all. The strange thing is that the sense of dilapidation and desolation is very obvious.
There is a feeling that Jiang He had when he first walked into the wilderness and stepped into the ruined city.
It was daytime just now and the sun was shining brightly.
But it was dark here. There was no sun or moon in the sky, and it was groggy, as if it was filled with haze.
An unspeakable "depressed" feeling floated in the heart, making people's hearts tingle. Jiang He shouted: "Is there anyone there?"
"anyone there?"
"person……
"Is it...?..."
Echoes echoed.
Suddenly there was a "crunch" sound, and a shop next to the long street opened, and a bloody and graceful figure walked out of it.
"Ghost!"
Jiang He screamed, turned his head suddenly and looked around, looking for something to hug...
He is most afraid of ghosts!
The next moment, the bloody and graceful figure said: "Jiang He, it's me!"
"Huh?"
Jiang He was startled when he heard the words. He looked carefully and found that the clothes on this figure were in tatters, revealing large areas of snow-white skin. The body was stained with blood. The face was haggard and embarrassed, and there was a knife in his hand.
He saw the figure's facial features clearly and couldn't help but said in shock: "Is it you... Maimaiti?"
"..."
The figure twitched the corner of his mouth and said, "Maimaiti is my surname, and my name is Gulisu Ruhe."
"Yes, yes, Gulisuruhe Maimaiti, didn't you say that you got a great opportunity after falling off the cliff and reached the ninth level of peak cultivation? Why did you become a ghost ball?"
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