Deep in the vast East China Sea, the gloomy sky was filled with lightning and thunder, as if there was a hole in the sky, and violent rain poured down.
A series of real dragons with scales as black as iron surged between the clouds, roaring from their mouths. If you look carefully, these real dragons are not the black dragons of the North Sea.
Although the black dragon in the North Sea is also black, its scales are like jade, with a hint of light, which does not give people a feeling of depression and dignity.
But now these real dragons have drier bodies and scales like hard iron. They look cold, like ghost dragons rushing out of hell.
Under the clouds, there is a sea that stretches for thousands of miles. The color of the water is extremely dark, like ink.
The waves hit a height of hundreds of feet, and any ship would be capsized here.
In the water, dozens of little dragons of different colors were swimming restlessly, each one frightened, just like students who had made mistakes in school. Even Ao Cang put away his arrogance at this moment and looked up carefully.
None of them could have imagined that Zulong Nilin would be stolen!
Now it is no longer a question of who wins first place, but a question of whether they can come out of the hunting ground intact.
Among the many little dragons, a white dragon looked extremely pale.
The words of the little green dragon asking him appeared in his mind again, and the whole dragon suddenly felt bad.
Although he didn't know how the other party stole [Ancestral Dragon Reverse Scale] in front of so many tomb guards, he could guarantee that the little green dragon was no longer within the thousand-mile radius, otherwise the tomb guards would The person will not be scurrying around like a headless fly.
The green dragons in the East China Sea were also panic-stricken. Everyone saw that the scales disappeared together with a small green dragon.
But they really don't know where the green dragon came from.
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The moment he returned to the ancient well, Qiu Ping slapped the treasure gourd in the blessed land and wanted to collect the ancestral dragon's reverse scale.
But there was a slight vibration on the scales, and the collection failed.
This object seems to be unable to be collected by space artifacts.
Qiu Ping stared blankly at the scales, which looked like an enhanced version of a giant light bulb, and suddenly felt a little confused.
This thing is too ostentatious. If someone sees it, wouldn't everyone know that I stole it?
But at this moment, the golden light on the scales suddenly converged. To be precise, it condensed into a drop of pure financial liquid, quietly suspended in the air.
The drop of gold liquid gently landed on Qiu Ping's head, and instantly spread over his good fortune.
Qiu Ping has now entered the [Holy Birth] and been granted the title of Seventh Grade Official, and his fortune has completely turned red.
And his good fortune is like a flame, burning brightly and with unstoppable momentum, which means that he is very stable at this level and can do many things smoothly.
But as this drop of golden liquid spread, the crimson color of his fortune turned a hint of golden, looking extremely noble. And more power of luck is hidden and dormant.
In Shinto, luck can be divided into: nine white, seven red, five gold, three purple, and one green.
The rest are a mixture of two colors.
At present, Qiu Ping's fortune is red with gold, which is the sixth grade, at least from the sixth grade.
Originally, the level from level 7 to level 6 was considered a very big level. For an ordinary seventh-grade city god, if he wants to go to the city to be a sixth-grade general judge, he may have to endure a hundred years to accumulate enough blessings.
If something happens to his subordinates, all the hard work may be wasted.
This is why many places were granted imperial titles after the death of court officials or good people. Because they were blessed enough, their authority would be stable.
Of course, good luck only represents potential, not actual official position. It means that Shinto can be promoted to the sixth rank without suffering backlash.
If there is no vacancy in Shinto, it is not necessary to grant an official title.
For Qiu Ping, this breakthrough in luck is invisible and intangible, and is of little use for the time being.
However, after peeling off the power of luck, Little Loach discovered that Zulong Nilin could be collected into the treasure gourd.
But he didn't put it in the gourd. Instead, he was going to find a place to hide it in the blessed land of the Well God.
He will leave for the East China Sea in a few days. This stolen property carries too many risks, so it is better not to seek death.
I have to say that his blessed land is quite messy, and he has piled up some things that are not very useful.
For example, some low-level spiritual minerals, some expired pills, and a stone basin that came from nowhere.
Qiu Ping looked at this stone basin and felt it looked familiar.
After turning it over, I found a series of crooked "dog crawling" characters on the back.
[Tian Loach Quenching Yuan Furnace].
Oh, he remembered. Didn't he bring this thing back from [Mirage]? It was essentially an alchemy or weapon refining furnace.
Because he didn't know how to refine elixirs and weapons, this was just left on the shelf.
In the past, when there were a lot of loaches here, Qiu Yi and the others often used them as food bowls.
Seeing this basin, Qiu Ping felt a little emotional. Why don't you go back and find a second-hand market to sell it? I don't know if it can still be used.
Qiu Ping picked it up and injected a slight amount of mana into it.
In an instant, a ball of red light rose in the center of the food bowl, and the red light turned into a vortex, flowing slowly and endlessly.
However, although this group of light looked like a flame, it was not warm at all, and Qiu Ping's fins were not hot even if he leaned against them.
He casually threw a few spirit minerals in, and those spirit minerals melted immediately. Immediately, a large amount of impurities were burned away, leaving only a pure liquid.
After Qiu Ping poured out the liquid, it quickly condensed into smaller metals that exuded pure brilliance.
Qiu Ping threw a few pieces of metal into his mouth, and slightly operated the [Swallowing Spirits and Heaven-Building Technique]. The space power in his mouth was consumed, and the metals were instantly transformed into pure metal power, which was filled into his body.
"feel good."
Qiu Ping used to need to hoard impurities in the spiritual mines for his breath, but now that he has stepped into the [Holy Embryo], this magical power has changed its foundation, and his breath has become a pure power of space, and does not need the energy in the minerals. Impurities.
But I have to say that the taste of the spirit mine after tempering is really good.
In line with the principle of waste utilization, Qiu Ping poured all these low-quality spiritual minerals into the [Tian Loach Yuan Yuan Furnace], quenched them into pieces of metal, and then threw them into the treasure gourd.
The same goes for those elixirs that are about to expire. Although they are much smaller in size after tempering, their medicinal power is also purer.
When you have the opportunity in the future, you can take it and exchange it for money.
After a large amount of debris was tempered, his messy room looked a lot brighter.
At present, there is only one stove left, and the ancestral dragon's reverse scale, which is seven or eight feet long and wide.
The little loach looked at the stove, then at the scales, and suddenly a bold idea came to his mind...
How about... let's bake this in the stove?
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