Chapter 428 A sudden and shocking event: the death of the Eight Gods!
One thousand pills, Bai Qian's cost of refining each pill is 300, and the value obtained is 1.35 million, with a profit ratio of about 4.5, which completely crosses the highest threshold of one magic money and four values!
"Then, I will decide you from now on. If nothing unexpected happens, you should be the main medicine for practicing elixirs for a very long time!"
"Value +1.35 million!"
Daoism: 500 years (27.54 million/40 million)
Tai Chi: 3.66 million
Magic money: 4.06 million
Dao Gong: 370,000
After exchanging all the toxins for value, Wang Zijia actually felt clearly that his soul had condensed a lot.
"This love poison also has the effect of tempering the mind?"
For this unexpected surprise, Wang Zijia felt good!
After packing for a while, Wang Zijia began to go to various markets and circles again.
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Time passed unknowingly, and Wang Zijia made talismans and taught disciples during the day.
Occasionally, he took a legacy order, of course, all of them were second-grade.
As Wang Zijia started with two super-difficult orders, his rich experience in the lower world was indirectly confirmed. In addition, he was a newcomer and was supported by the orders, so his business was pretty good.
Not to mention that he was famous, he was also famous in a small range. People who wanted to find a third-grade successor would generally pay attention to him.
All the previous savings and the money he earned were turned into materials by Wang Zijia and handed over to Bai Qian to refine pills.
At night, Wang Zijia frequently went in and out of various circles, mixing with people while searching for spiritual objects that might be encountered.
In the process, Wang Zijia found that the situation on the battlefield seemed to be getting worse and worse.
At the same time, more and more demons and monsters were rioting in the Demon Forest in the west.
Even in the wilderness that the sect regularly cleaned every hundred years, demons and beasts frequently caused trouble.
It seemed that suddenly, there was a sense of hostility between heaven and earth, making people, demons, and monsters become more and more irritable without knowing it.
However, in such an environment, Wang Zijia lived an unusually low-key and calm life, seizing every second to accumulate himself.
An inexplicable sense of urgency drove Wang Zijia to continuously improve his cultivation.
As the value accumulated, the gap between him and the Infant God became smaller and smaller, and Wang Zijia's need for promotion became more and more urgent.
Spiritual objects were fine, after all, he already had more than half of them, and he could barely use them if he really couldn't.
Only the skills, this broken thing, seemed to have to be completed by tasks. He looked in many directions, but there was no possibility of avoiding it.
Well, it's not that there is no way to avoid the task!
If you don't accept the welfare skills of the sect, you can buy them directly from outside, and you don't have to do the task.
But... an Infant God skill, the worst one costs two or three thousand spiritual essences!
In other words, if he doesn't do the task, it's not impossible to buy it for two or three million magic money!
Want to enjoy the sect's welfare, but don't want to work for free... Infant God-level skills are impossible.
In this way, time flies, and two months have passed.
At noon that day, Wang Zijia was studying what kind of Class A mission to accept.
During this period, almost all the missions related to the True Person Realm that can obtain skills are to go to the front-line battlefield, which is annoying.
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
"Dang!"
Several melodious bells suddenly rang throughout the Wanyu Sect.
"The bells rang three times, and they kept ringing? Another God fell? Have we finally reached this point!"
Wang Zijia's face changed slightly, and he flashed out of the White Peach Building and looked towards the Seven Peaks.
In the direction of the Seven Peaks, the huge energy shield covering the Seven Peaks suddenly flashed with a strong spiritual light.
Along with the melodious bells, the illusionary light and shadows on the energy shield flashed, and the huge figures of the Gods who stood tall and upright appeared and slowly burned.
A sense of grandeur and vastness came to my face.
This is the related illusion array that was automatically triggered after the soul lamps left by the Gods in the sect were extinguished and captured by the sect protection array.
Burning along with the bell, it was telling all the cultivators in Wanyu and the world that they were leaving.
What shocked Wang Zijia was that there were not just one, not two, but eight burning figures!!!
What was even more shocking was that among the eight figures, one was obviously half a body length larger than the other seven!
"How is this possible? How could eight gods fall in such a short time!"
"Another great cultivator of the Yuanshen fell!"
"What happened?"
When Wang Zijia's pupils shrank, An Xingsheng and Xu Xian who rushed out beside him also spoke in surprise.
'This is a big deal. We don't want to fight to the death with the Demon Sect, but we have to fight to the death! '
'It's okay for the infant god, but the fall of any Yuanshen will definitely drive Wanyu crazy! ’
Wang Zijia’s thoughts flashed, and he said to An Xingsheng beside him seriously: "Go down the mountain to watch the veins and maintain order!"
"Yes, I will go now!" An Xingsheng took a deep look at the direction of the Seven Peaks and the eight rapidly burning figures, and then quickly went down the mountain.
Wang Zijia soared into the sky and flew towards the Seven Peaks.
As he moved forward, Wang Zijia saw countless streams of light, like hundreds of birds paying homage to the phoenix and thousands of immortals returning to their nests, heading towards the Seven Peaks.
This huge battle was much more exaggerated than the previous fall of Yue Changqing.
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After a quarter of an hour, when Wang Zijia arrived at Wanyu Peak, the entire top of Wanyu Peak and the outside of the Wanyu Hall were densely packed with real people.
Except for those who are on missions and heading 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 the moment.
Wang Zijia floated down to the square outside the Wanyu Hall, and there was a lot of noise around him.
He first looked at the hall, and there were two disciples guarding the door of the hall.
Obviously, a group of big men were trying to figure out the ins and outs of the matter, or were discussing it.
Wang Zijia pondered for a moment, took out his ID card, checked Gu Wenhe's contact information, and sent a message.
After a while, after Wang Zijia got a reply, he passed through the crowd on the square, came to a small circle, and saw Gu Wenhe.
At this moment, many people were surrounding several real people of the Gu family. Or it can be said that many people were surrounding Gu Wenhe.
"Brother Wenhe, what happened to Kunling Realm?"
"Yes, if I'm not mistaken, the fallen gods this time are all the ones guarding Kunling Realm, right?"
"I heard some time ago that the war in Kunling Realm was tight. Didn't the sect pay attention and send people to support it?"
"All eight gods have fallen. Will Kunling Realm follow the footsteps of Feipeng Realm!"
"No way, Kunling Realm is destroyed?"
"Before, Feipeng Realm was not prepared at all, and the Demon Sect suddenly rose up. In the end, didn't they pull out the core disciples? With the lesson, how could such a thing happen in Kunling Realm?"
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At this moment, a large group of real brothers and sisters, who were familiar or unfamiliar, surrounded Gu Wenhe, who was working in the Ascension Hall, and asked questions.
Wang Zijia, who had the same question, swallowed the question back and watched quietly.
Gu Wenhe looked at the brothers and sisters around him and smiled bitterly: "I don't know the details. I haven't been to the Ascension Palace these days because I haven't had any reception tasks for the Ascension or the Lower Realm. 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 Ascension Palace. The Kunling Realm... is likely to..."
At this point, he didn't continue to talk, and there was no need to talk about it.
The eight gods who guarded and supervised the battle all fell, what other results could there be?
Everyone heard this and fell into silence.
Wang Zijia frowned!
With the lessons of the Feipeng Realm, the Kunling Realm followed suit, and the ending was even worse, and it was very likely to be completely destroyed.
If this is really the case, this matter is estimated to be a bit complicated.
Everyone was chatting in the square while waiting for the time to enter the hall and participate in the meeting.
Normally, after figuring out the whole story, the true disciples would go in and participate in the discussion.
Although they could not make a decision on what to do next, they would generally listen in.
But this time, everyone waited from noon to noon, but they did not wait for the summons.
Instead, several disciples of the headmaster's department stood up and asked everyone to disperse first and wait for notification.
Such an unusual move made everyone frown.
No one meant to leave.
Many people, especially the disciples of the faction involved in the fall of the eight gods, even clamored for an explanation, at least a reason or something.
Wang Zijia understood that it was useless to pile up like this, and frowned and quietly left the Seven Peaks.
After flying a short distance, he suddenly remembered something and woke up suddenly.
Decisively changed direction and flew towards the next door Heritage Peak.
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After a while, Wang Zijia came to the foot of the Heritage Peak, the location of the preaching lineage.
He floated down in the landing area of the building complex where the headquarters of the preaching building was located.
At this moment, most of the real people are gathering on Wanyu Peak, and this place seems a bit empty.
Wang Zijia passed through many palaces and came to the main building of the preaching building: Tianwen Tower.
He looked at the plaque of Tianwen Tower and stepped in.
He came to Zhang Xiumin's work room with familiarity and saw that she really didn't go to Wanyu Peak to join in the fun.
"Hello, Senior Sister Xiumin!" Wang Zijia bowed to her.
"At this time, why don't you go to Wanyu Peak to gather together, and come here?" Zhang Xiumin looked at Wang Zijia in surprise and asked.
"Did the owner of the building go to the main peak to discuss matters? If not, please let Senior Sister know that the disciple has something to ask for. If he went, 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, you can go back. The ancestor rarely pays attention to these."
Wang Zijia's expression moved slightly. This "Minister of Education" really didn't attend this war council.
"Zijia, is he so aggressive here with my senior sister? Why are you here to ask for gossip? I really have something to ask you!" Wang Zijia looked at Zhang Xiumin and replied.
Zhang Xiumin looked at Wang Zijia, put down the work in her hands, and said, "Wait!"
After that, she hurriedly left the room.
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