One thousand pills, Bai Qian's refining cost is 300 per pill, and the value obtained is 1.35 million, with a revenue ratio of about 4.5, completely surpassing the highest threshold of one dharma gold and four value points!
"Then, I will decide on you from now on. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be the main one to practice elixirs for a very long time!"
"Value +1.35 million!"
Daoxing: five hundred years (27.54 million/40 million)
Tai Chi: 3.66 million
Legal money: 4.06 million
Daogong: 370,000
After converting all the toxins into value, Wang Zijia could clearly feel that his soul had become much more condensed.
"This love poison also has the effect of tempering the mind?"
Wang Zijia felt good about this unexpected surprise!
After tidying up for a while, Wang Zijia started to hang out in various markets and circles again.
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Time passed unconsciously, and Wang Zijia spent the day making talismans and teaching his disciples.
Occasionally, I receive a inheritance order, and of course, they are all second-grade ones.
As Wang Zijia started with two extremely difficult orders, the rich experience in the lower realm he wrote about was confirmed from the side. In addition, because he was a newcomer and was supported by orders, his business was pretty good.
Not to mention being famous, he has gained a certain reputation in a small area. People who are looking for a third-grade inheritor will usually pay attention to him.
The previous savings and the magic money earned in daily life were all turned into materials by Wang Zijia and handed over to Bai Qian to refine the elixir.
At night, Wang Zijia frequently went in and out of various circles, making connections while searching for spiritual objects that he might encounter.
During this process, Wang Zijia discovered that the battlefield situation seemed to be getting worse and worse.
At the same time, more and more demons are rioting in the Demonic Forest to the west.
Even in the wilderness areas that the sect cleans regularly every hundred years, demons and ferocious beasts frequently cause trouble.
It was as if, suddenly, there was a violent atmosphere between heaven and earth, making people, monsters, and demons unknowingly become more and more violent.
However, in such an environment, Wang Zijia lived an unusually low-key and calm life, seizing every second to accumulate himself.
An unreasonable sense of urgency drove Wang Zijia to continuously improve his cultivation.
With the accumulation of value, the gap between him and the Infant God became smaller and smaller, and Wang Zijia's need for promotion items became more and more urgent.
That's all for the spiritual items. After all, I already have more than half of them, so I can make do with them if I can't.
Only the Kung Fu, this piece of shit, seemed to have to be done. I looked in many directions, but there was no way to avoid it.
Well, it’s not like there’s no direction to avoid the mission at all!
If you don't receive the sect's welfare skills and go directly to buy the skills from outside, you don't have to do any tasks.
But...a Ying Shen Kung Fu, the most rubbish one, requires two to three thousand spirit essences!
In other words, if he doesn't complete the task, it's not impossible to pay him 20 to 30 million French dollars to buy it!
Those who want to enjoy the benefits of the sect but don’t want to contribute any effort will have no choice but to use the Infant God level skills.
In this way, time flies by, and two months fly by.
At noon that day, Wang Zijia was studying what kind of Class A mission to take on.
During this period, almost all of the missions related to the real world where you can obtain skills are on the frontline battlefield, which is really annoying.
"when!"
"when!"
"when!"
Several melodious bells suddenly rang through the entire Wanyu Sect.
"The bell rang three times and kept ringing? Has another god fallen? Has it finally reached this point?"
Wang Zijia's expression changed slightly, and he stepped out of the White Peach Tower and looked towards Qifeng.
In the direction of Qifeng, the huge energy shield covering Qifeng suddenly flashed with strong spiritual light.
Accompanied by the melodious sound of the bell, the illusionary light and shadow on the energy cover flashed, and huge figures of the divine monarch standing tall on the sky appeared and slowly burned.
A sense of grandeur and vastness came over my face.
This is a related illusion formation that is automatically triggered after the soul lamps left by the gods in the sect are extinguished and captured by the sect-protecting formation.
Burning along with the sound of the bell is not only informing all the cultivators in the universe, but also informing the heaven and earth of their departure.
What shocked Wang Zijia was that there was not just one burning figure, nor two, but eight! ! !
What is even more horrifying is that among the eight figures, one figure is obviously half the size larger than the other seven!
"How is this possible? How come eight gods fell in such a short time!"
"Another Yuan Shen Daxiu has died!"
"What happened?"
When Wang Zijia's pupils shrank, An Xingsheng, Xu Xian and others hurried out beside him and said in surprise.
'Now things are getting serious. If we don't want to fight the Demon Sect to death, we have to fight to the death! '
'It's just an infant god. If any soul dies, it will definitely be a crazy rhythm for Wan Yu! '
Wang Zijia's thoughts flashed, and he said seriously to An Xingsheng beside him: "Go to the foot of the mountain and check your pulse to maintain order!"
"Yes, disciple, go now!" An Xingsheng took a deep look at the eight rapidly burning figures in the direction of Qifeng, and then quickly went down the mountain.
Wang Zijia rose into the sky and flew towards the seven peaks.
As he walked forward, Wang Zijia saw countless streams of light, heading towards the Seven Peaks like hundreds of birds heading toward the phoenix or thousands of immortals returning to their nests.
This huge formation is much more exaggerated than before.
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A quarter of an hour later, when Wang Zijia arrived at Wanyu Peak, the entire top of Wanyu Peak and outside the Wanyu Hall were densely packed with real people.
Excluding those who are on missions and going to the battlefield, there are still about 70,000 to 80,000 real people in the sect, and almost all of them are gathered here at this moment.
Wang Zijia floated down on the square outside Wanyu Hall, and there was a lot of noise around him.
I looked at the main hall first, and there were two disciples guarding the entrance of the main hall.
Apparently a group of big guys are figuring out the ins and outs of the matter, or are discussing it.
Wang Zijia pondered for a moment, took out his ID card, called up Gu Wenhe's contact information, and sent a message.
After a moment, Wang Zijia received the reply, passed through the crowd in the square, came to a small circle, and saw the Guwen River.
At this moment, many people were surrounding several real people from the Gu family. In other words, quite a few people surrounded Guwen River.
"Brother Wenhe, what happened in the Kunling world?"
"Yes, if I read it correctly, the gods who fell this time are all the ones guarding the Kunling Realm, right?"
"I heard about the tense war in Kunling Realm some time ago, but the sect ignored it and didn't send anyone to support it?"
"All the eight divine kings have fallen. Will the Kunling Realm follow in the footsteps of the Feipeng Realm?"
"No way, the Kunling world has been destroyed?"
"Before, when the Feipeng Realm was not prepared at all, the demon sect suddenly broke out, and in the end, didn't all the core disciples be fished out? After learning the lesson, how can this kind of thing still happen in the Kunling Realm?"
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At this moment, a large group of familiar or unfamiliar real senior brothers and sisters were surrounding Gu Wenhe, who was serving in Feisheng Hall, asking questions.
Wang Zijia, who had the same question, swallowed the question and watched quietly.
Gu Wenhe looked at the senior brothers and sisters around him and smiled bitterly: "I don't know the specifics. In the past few days, I didn't have any reception tasks for Ascension or the Lower Realm, so I didn't go to the Ascension Hall. But... ·”
At this point, Gu Wenhe was silent for a moment and said: "Before the bell rang, there was indeed a big fluctuation in the Feisheng Palace. The Kunling Realm... is very likely..."
At this point, he did not continue to speak, and there was no need to continue.
All the eight divine kings who guarded and supervised the battle had fallen. What other consequences could there be?
After hearing this, everyone fell into silence.
Wang Zijia also frowned!
Following the lessons learned from the Feipeng Realm, the Kunling Realm has followed in the same footsteps, and may even end in a worse outcome, with the possibility of complete annihilation of the realm.
If this is the case, this matter must be a bit complicated.
Everyone was chatting in the square while waiting for the time to enter the main hall and participate in the discussion.
Normally, after figuring out the whole story, they, the true disciples, would go in and participate in the discussion.
Although I can't make a decision on what to do next, I usually listen.
But this time, everyone waited from Xiangwu to noon, but no one came to summon him.
Instead, several disciples from the headmaster line stood up and told everyone to disperse first and just wait for the announcement.
Such an unusual behavior made everyone frown.
No one had any intention of leaving.
Many people, especially the disciples of the faction involved in the fall of the eight divine kings, are clamoring for an explanation or at least a reason.
However, Wang Zijia understood that there was no use in piling up like this, so he frowned and quietly left Qifeng.
After flying a short distance, I suddenly remembered something and woke up suddenly.
He decisively changed direction and flew towards the inheritance peak next door.
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After a while, Wang Zijia came to the foot of the Heritage Peak Mountain, where the preaching lineage was.
Float down in the landing area of the building complex where the mission building headquarters is located.
At this moment, most of the real people are gathering on Wanyu Peak, but the place seems a bit empty.
Wang Zijia walked through many palaces and came to the main building of the mission building: Tianwen Tower.
After looking at the plaque on Tianwen Tower, he stepped inside.
The familiar person came to Zhang Xiumin's work room and took a look. Sure enough, this person did not go to Wan Yufeng to join in the fun.
"I've met Senior Sister Xiumin!" Wang Zijia saluted.
"At this time, if you don't go to Wanyu Peak to hang out, why are you here?" Zhang Xiumin looked at Wang Zijia in surprise and asked.
"Did the host go to the main peak to discuss matters? If he didn't go, please send a message to senior sister that the disciple needs to see you. If you go, the disciple will wait here." Wang Zijia said respectfully.
Zhang Xiumin frowned slightly and said, "If you just want to ask about the fall of the God King, you can go back. The ancestor rarely pays attention to these things."
Wang Zijia's expression moved slightly. Sure enough, the 'Minister of Education' did not attend this war council.
"Is Zijia so aggressive at Senior Sister's place? Come here to ask gossip? I really have something to ask for!" Wang Zijia looked at Zhang Xiumin and replied.
Zhang Xiumin looked at Wang Zijia, put down what she was doing, and said, "Just wait!"
After saying that, she hurriedly left the room.
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(End of chapter)
