Facing overwhelming wealth
Ji Pingbo never expected that Wei Han could respond so calmly.
You must know that the magic crystals dropped by hundreds of millions of monsters, even a 10% profit is enough to make a small Fengmai in the Holy Land have a mouth full of oil.
Now Ji Pingbo offered him 80% but only wanted 20%!
What kind of courage and character is this?
"Senior brother, you?" Ji Pingbo opened his mouth to say something.
Wei Han raised his hand to stop him indifferently: "Money is something external to the body. The magic crystals earned by the brothers and sisters who worked hard to kill monsters, wouldn't it be too arrogant for me to take away 80% of the magic crystals? Although I also need to use the magic crystals. For body refining, only 20% is enough."
"Thank you, senior brother." Ji Pingbo clasped his fists solemnly and said nothing else, but the light in his eyes gradually became more determined.
After a fight!
All the monsters within hundreds of miles of the magic well were cleared away.
The monks who had gained a lot had just returned to the flying boat when they heard the news that Wei Han had only received 20% of the loot, and bursts of cheers suddenly rang through the sky.
"Twenty percent? Hahaha, the Holy Son is so heroic!"
"This time we relied entirely on the Holy Son's suppression to achieve such a record. Is it too little to only hand over 20%?"
"Great, thank you for not switching to others this time. If you followed other saints, how could you have such a good thing?"
Everyone was talking in surprise.
Pairs of eyes looked at Wei Han with deep gratitude.
They just cleared the first magic well and already made a lot of money. They thought they would hand over half of the loot this time, but who knew they could keep 80%.
Such happy events don’t happen every day!
Think about it, there are still 26 magic wells to be cleared.
Only then did everyone understand Wei Han's good intentions. He didn't ask for trouble at all to take on such a large workload. He clearly wanted to make more money.
At this moment, no one was not grateful that they were associated with such a generous Holy Son.
"Let's go! Suppress the next magic well!" Wei Han casually ordered with a wave of his sleeves.
"yes!"
Tens of thousands of high-level monks roared with excitement, and everyone was full of fighting spirit.
Immediately afterwards, the flying boat arrived at the next magic well. Wei Han still copied all the operations just now, using the divine fire Nascent Soul to suppress the surrounding demonic energy, and then sent tens of thousands of high-level monks to bloodbath all the demonic creatures.
After some landslides and earth-shattering crushing!
The monsters around the magic well had no power to fight back, and they all easily became prey, contributing a lot of magic crystals to everyone.
Wei Han also extracted a massive amount of demonic liquid!
These demonic liquids gathered into a black water ocean in the corpse refining ring space. Thousands of copper coffins floated on the ocean. All the corpse refining people underwent astonishing changes.
Their golden armor gradually turned into black armor!
There are also a large number of magic patterns growing on these black armors, and there are even terrifying bone spurs growing on the shoulders, fists, forehead, back and other places.
These bone spurs make the zombies look like demons. They are full of demonic energy. How can they still look like they were before?
And this is just the beginning!
Wei Han simply couldn't imagine how terrifying they would be if they were soaked in demonic energy for thousands of years. Maybe they would grow to the point where even he would tremble?
"Keep going!"
Think about this!
Wei Han suddenly became very energetic.
One magic well after another is trouble in the eyes of others, but in his eyes it is endless wealth, even countless times more precious than magic crystals.
As he swept along, he kept suppressing the magic wells one after another.
This made many people who were ready to see his joke secretly dumbfounded.
The teams led by other saints and saints were more or less trapped in a bitter battle. They also wanted to suppress the whole audience with Yang energy like Wei Han, but unfortunately not everyone could do it.
Without the terrifying fire control talent of the Divine Fire Nascent Soul, the true power of heaven-level peak fire skills, the Qimai Burning Sky Fire, and the god-level Great Sun Golden Crow Body, ordinary people want to suppress the fourth-level corpse demon in a place with strong demonic aura like the Earth Demon Realm?
What are you thinking about? It's better to irritate them!
The zombie demons roared one after another everywhere, and Wei Han could guess without looking that the fighting on the battlefields of each sect must have been fierce.
Although monsters are easily restrained, there are too many of them to handle.
The dense and overwhelming crowd was crushing them. This kind of scene is really not something that ordinary people can withstand.
"Huh?"
When Wei Han reached the seventh magic well, he suddenly noticed something was wrong.
Last time I divined something very bad, but why is everything going so smoothly now? If we continue to fight at this pace, we will be able to suppress all the magic wells within seven or eight days.
So where does the greatest danger come from?
"Now the entire earth demon world is full of people. If anyone wants to plan something, it will definitely be difficult to attack me in public. After all, the realm of divine connection in Zixiao Holy Land is not a vegetarian."
"If there's any danger here, it's probably because there's something wrong with the Earth Demon Realm, right?"
Wei Han looked coldly at the ground.
There is a super large sealing formation buried deep here, and the magic wells are the nodes of the formation. If anything goes wrong with the formation, there may really be a big crisis.
But that’s not quite right!
Even if there is a crisis in the formation, the sky will fall and the sky will fall. It stands to reason that with Wei Han's identity, if anything happens, he will be protected and run away first, so he should not be in a dangerous situation.
"Who divided our guard areas?" Wei Han couldn't help but ask Gu Mingyue.
"Usually, a few masters in the realm of the gods send their trusted elders to negotiate." Gu Mingyue thought for a while and explained: "The earth demon world has been sealed for tens of thousands of years, and a set of unwritten rules has been formed. Actually, there’s nothing to talk about, just draw lots and decide!”
"Oh?" Wei Han asked tentatively: "Is it possible to manually control the selection of guard areas?"
"That's not true." Gu Mingyue shook her head and chuckled: "The Twelve Holy Lands divide the Demon Realm into twelve clearing areas. Each area has 72 magic wells. No one takes advantage or suffers. , no one should deliberately manipulate the results of the lottery."
"Really? Not necessarily!"
Wei Han always had doubts in his heart.
However, this matter involved too many people and too many causes and effects, and the merit required for divination was too much, and his intelligence system was not enough to investigate the matter clearly, so he had no choice but to reach a stalemate.
"Forget it, let's take it one step at a time!"
"Soldiers will come to block water and earth will cover up. My trump card is enough to deal with any crisis."
"Now I am no longer the ant that anyone can step on. I can still withstand some storms."
Wei Han curled his lips slightly and walked away with his sleeves, and continued to draw out the demonic liquid!
No matter what crisis he was about to face, he had to swallow the fat in his mouth before talking.
(End of chapter)
