What is wealthy and powerful?
In this flaming cave, Yang Yu had just realized why this wealthy man was called the God of Wealth.
This cave is not underground. The place where this sea of ​​fireworks that cannot be seen at the end is actually a "fragment of the cave".
The so-called fragments of the cave are similar to the caves that many powerful people have opened up to avoid disasters in ancient times.
But it was not opened up by humans, but a strange thing that was born in the process of the Longquan Realm swallowing all the realms.
It has the ability to rely on the world and absorb spiritual energy into one, which is similar to a human race bag, but is even more mysterious.
For example, the fragments of the cave in front of you have the characteristics of accepting objects, isolating, gathering spirits, and the ability to gather fire veins.
"Fellow Daoist Nanling, what do you think about Zhao's cave in this place?"
Zhao Caishen walked over with a smile, flames surging behind him, and a wave of heat hit him.
"Fellow Taoist is worthy of the name of God of Wealth. This cave is so precious that it is not inferior to the military casting platform of some sects."
Yang Yu glanced at him and could see the many formations in the cave.
In addition, there are at least thousands of Taoist techniques coexisting here. Under the mountain wall, there are magic weapons like forests, which can almost be regarded as a killing warship.
"The wealth of the sect is beyond Zhao's reach. Now it is not ancient. Without the Divine Court, how can there be any real God of Wealth?"
Zhao Caishen clapped his hands and said that teams of golden armored soldiers had already brought various rare irons to the front, put them down, and left without saying a word.
"Also, these rare and rare irons seem to be a lot, but in fact, their value is much worse than that of Taibai Jingjin. Fellow Daoist 'just', that's really a good fortune..."
Zhao Caishen seemed to be unintentional, but his eyes were actually not far away from Yang Yu, and his intention of temptation was almost completely concealed.
"It's better luck."
Yang Yu responded casually, but he couldn't help but feel a little touched.
The piece of Taibai Jingjin that the old man accidentally obtained many years ago was actually a divine material that was indispensable for tempering the Blood-Creating Divine Sword in ancient times, which was something he did not expect.
It seems that decades have passed, separated by two worlds, the old man's "Yuyin" is still on him...
Before the raging flames, Zhao Caishen repelled a group of Taoist soldiers and subordinates here, and explained the method of using this cave to Yang Yu, and performed very generously.
In fact, this is also the reason why Yang Yuruo Ran made many tests. Everyone generously donated money. Naturally, he would not be stingy with a few ambiguous answers.
"Is the luck good? In this way, fellow Taoist will do it, so Zhao won't stop here, peeking at others to refine treasures, but it's a big taboo..."
Zhao Caishen nodded thoughtfully, bowed slightly, and was about to retreat, but he seemed to remember it and asked:
"I wonder what weapons do you want to practice this time?"
"A knife."
Yang Yu raised his sleeves, and all the gold and iron were trembling, and he sank into the sea of ​​fireworks with his footsteps.
"knife……"
Zhao Caishen looked at the sea of ​​fireworks deeply, turned around and disappeared into this cave.
Huh ~
In the quiet cave, in the flames, Yang Yu sat quietly on the magma.
Instead of starting to practice the sword directly, he was calming his mind.
The conversation with the old man in the sea of ​​laws kept popping up in his heart. Even if he was calm in front of the old man, he could not deceive himself.
For decades, from the minor officials in the border areas to the founding ancestors, his relatives and friends, and his concerns were all in the mountains and seas.
The time flow rate of the two realms is different. In the mountains and sea realms, he has only left for more than a month, but there have been some turbulence.
Some people suspected that he died of injuries, some people suspected that he had left the mountains and seas, some people suspected that he had been in seclusion in secret, and some even suspected that it was Yang Jian who assassinated him and seized the throne.
This made him laugh and cry, but many people believed it.
“Mountain and Sea Circle…”
Yang Yu concentrated on his mind and felt that between the two realms, he had no way to sense the mountains and sea realms, but he could smell the incense from the mountains and sea realms through the fluctuations in the dark.
This is the ability after establishing a temple and enthroning gods.
More than a month after his departure, there was a riot in China. It was not the southern roads, nor the two countries outside the border, but the Deyang Mansion where almost every family had his tablet of immortality...
They believed the rumor that Yang Jian had seized the throne, and under the encouragement of those who were interested, they even brought up the banner of revenge for him.
"Deyang Mansion..."
Taking a deep breath, Yang Yu suppressed the throbbing in his heart and the concerns from afar made him calm for a long time.
Buzz!
The glimmer of light appeared, and the Yuan magnetic magic power in Yang Yu's body fluctuated, causing all kinds of rare irons to collide with each other and to be scorched by the flames.
"This fire is extraordinary, but if you want to melt these rare irons, it is a bit difficult. Moreover, Taibai Jingjin is afraid that it cannot be melted at all..."
The Yuan magnetic magic power controls all kinds of metal and iron like a driving arm. Hundreds of metal and iron are melted at different temperatures, and Yang Yu still has the time to think about it, review and ponder.
Not long after, he suddenly shook his sleeves. After the veterinary bag was opened, a large ball of Samadhi True Fire and many divine irons he found from other places flew into the sea of ​​fire in front of him.
At the same time, Hong Faer's roar of thunder echoed in the cave:
"Let me out, let me out! You, a beast who is suffering from plague, dare to imprison me. When I go out, I will burn you into ashes!"
Samadhi True Fire is not defeated by its divine fire. Once it joins, the flames in this sea of ​​fire suddenly lower their heads like people worshiping the king.
Immediately, it suddenly rose.
Samadhi true fire, nothing is not ignited, and fire can also be ignited.
Under the violent flames, the many divine irons lined up in a row also began to melt quickly, which was more than ten times faster than before?
“It’s not enough…”
Yu Yang muttered to himself and looked at the race bag.
Once he entered the race bag, the qi of Shidu disappeared. Even Hongfa'er, the true teaching of Wan Yao Cave, which had collected all the conditions for promotion to Jiuyao, was weak and his qi and blood dissipated.
"Southern thief!"
Inside, Hong Faer, who was furious as if he had noticed his gaze, raised his hand and punched him hard, slamming himself into the eyes.
A bunch of Samadhi True Fire suddenly flew out of the race bag...
Seeing a gap on his head disappear, Hong Faer staggered and fell to the ground, rubbing his nose and gritting his teeth:
"Burn you to death, burn you to death!"
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...
Huh ~
The morning light breaks through the dawn.
Qianshan City, which had been silent for a night, recovered from the darkness.
Looking at the rising wisps of smoke from cooking, wearing the ancient magical power of "Long Jianbo", he sat upright at the highest point of the largest restaurant in this city, talking to himself:
"A mediocre small town..."
In this small town, the ancient magic power stayed for more than a month, trying to find out the special parts of this small town.
In just three years, the small city has already reached the top of the ten capitals. The son of the Dragon Lord of the Hanhai, the nine-level demon snake Zhuyeqing, and the two true legends of Cangjiangmen have died one after another.
It was the place where the sword immortal Nanling appeared twice.
But for more than a month, he didn't realize anything was wrong...
"Senior Brother."
At this time, the disciples of Cangjiangmen came here, bowed and reported on all the big and small things in the city.
The ancient magic power book was a little careless, but before long, he suddenly spoke:
"You said someone in this city is spreading Taoism?"
"This... is not appropriate to say that it is a Taoist technique. According to the junior brother's observation, it is just a fighting technique that sharpens the body and fights with others..."
The disciple answered.
"It doesn't matter if it's not a Taoist technique."
Gu Shentong said, looking up at the place where the disciple reported.
His eyesight was very good. His eyes turned and he had swept across the entire sacrificial city area, and his eyes fell into the nameless little temple.
A child was praying to the temple and led dozens of naughty boys to lift their fists and kick their feet, and there was nothing else strange about it.
"That temple?"
"The temple was not built for a few years, and its owner was called 'Yu Yang'. Because it was suspected to be related to the disappearance of two senior brothers, there were always people watching these days. Unfortunately, the owner never came back and only left a small temple blessing, called 'Yuanben'."
The disciple answered.
"Since there is nothing unusual, there is no need to pay attention to it."
The ancient magic power naturally had no interest in such a small temple, so he waved his hand and asked about other things:
"It's been more than a month since Master returned to the mountain? Where is Uncle Sake?"
“Back…”
The disciple was about to answer, but suddenly his body trembled, bowed a long time, and his sleeves were hanging down:
"Meet the ancestor..."
"Master!"
Gu Shentong's heart was thrilled and he got up to salute.
In the small wing room, the three-foot Taoist who was as heavy as water stepped out of the void like a ghost, and said coldly:
"Save wine tracking the Nanling for many days, hasn't the news yet?"
His breath was extremely cold.
Not to mention the inner disciple of Cangjiang Sect, even the ancient magic powers felt a chill in his heart. Since Zhou Jueyin Tiangong disappeared, the aura of this old guy has become more violent day by day...
"Return to the ancestor..."
The disciple was trembling and his voice became restrained:
"Uncle sake and his friends followed Na Nanling to Jincai City. News came just a moment ago..."
"Jincaicheng?!"
The Sanchi Taoist, who seemed to be in great danger, frowned when he heard this name.
"Master, is there something wrong with Jincai City?"
Seeing that his expression was wrong, Gu Shentong felt a move in his heart.
"Get out."
The three-foot Taoist's eyes were dark. After a long time, he waved his hand to let the two of them retreat. After that, he fell into this room and sat down.
Buzz ~
The light that seemed to be there and not be there appeared in his heart. Not long after, a sound came out of the light. It was an extremely ancient divine text:
"I was honored forever forever, and I sought immortality in eternal kalpa! Children, what do you want?"
"What's the need for this sentence?"
The Sanchi Taoist is very cold and hard:
"How ridiculous is it that you think you are respectful but you can't even keep your own memory?"
As he spoke, the Sanchi Taoist felt even colder.
More than a month after returning from the Xuangong realm, he tried all the methods, but he could not find the memories he had lost.
What's even more terrifying is that even this old monster who was hiding in the Taoist fruit stairs and before the ancient times actually lost that memory!
But the more this happens, the more he cares about the loss of that memory.
"How could you know how horrible the destruction of the gods caused by the catastrophe? Even those who were destroyed by the catastrophe...
Old... It is a blessing that the ancestor can keep a glimmer of life, so how can you ask for more?"
In the waves, there seemed to be an indelible fear in the old voice. The fear was like the essence, which made the Taoist Sanchi feel a shadow in his heart.
"Then, why ask me what I want?"
The Sanchi Taoist looked cold-looking.
It is said that he failed to advance to the Eight Poles, but no one knows what a terrible disaster occurred when he was promoted to the Eight Poles.
This old guy was only a little short of him and took everything away.
Even if he has a strange treasure, his original body is occupied by him at this moment, and even if he is an incarnation, he cannot avoid it.
Chapter completed!