In the mountainous area south of Qicheng City, there is a hill covered with greenery and shrouded in clouds and mist. A giant dragon can be seen faintly sitting on it, appearing and disappearing, swallowing clouds and spitting out mist, just like a picture from the ancient mythological era.
Yes, this dragon is exactly what the uncle turned into...
The former farm villa is no longer inhabitable, and no one is taking care of it anyway.
In this hill, a group of hired giant rats have just opened up a wide and deep cave. It is long and winding and must be at least ten kilometers deep. It can fully accommodate a huge dragon. It is warm in winter and cool in summer. It was a very comfortable stay.
Fang Ning watched this scene from the perspective of the system and couldn't help but complain: "Fan Tong, are you going to become a dragon completely and no longer want to be a human?"
"What do you know? "Dragon Transformation Technique" has entered the mythical level. I want to experience the mystery of the dragon body at all times to prepare for promotion to the ancient level. This skill improvement is different from the magic weapon improvement. The higher the proficiency, the less experience it takes The consumption of value, if you practice diligently and practice for a long enough time, you can still improve the value without experience." The uncle said with disdain.
"Oh, I don't understand, you just need to understand. Speaking of magic weapons, when will the Soaring Dragon be able to travel the universe, looking for suitable blank planets, so that we don't have to tie ourselves up again?" Fang Ning asked in return.
"Oh, didn't I say long ago that you need to accumulate the magic power of a Death Bubble to teleport a hundred light years? Have you accumulated it?" The uncle said disdainfully.
"I should ask you, where is all the money?" Fang Ning said depressedly.
"Right now, mana cannot be bought even if you have money. I just asked Robert and Chief Baishi, and they said that they received a notice from the Executive Committee of the Human Community that all mana deposits should be used as strategic reserves, and large-scale loans and withdrawals are prohibited. "The uncle said angrily.
"Uh, what should we do?" Fang Ning couldn't help but feel a headache.
"It's cool, we can't be evil dragons and imitate the ghost world to rob humans." The uncle sighed.
"Well, of course that's not possible. By the way, why don't you go and help them seal the giant cauldron incident this time? There will definitely be a lot of thanks." Fang Ning suddenly raised this issue.
"Why don't you go?" the uncle asked.
"I can't..." Fang Ning said confidently, "Those sealing methods give me a headache."
"Yes, there are no novels that are enjoyable to read, and there is no need to waste your brain," the uncle said contemptuously, "Didn't I just say that I want to spend my time practicing "The Secret of Dragon Transformation", and I can't waste a single moment of time. Besides, that The giant cauldron is not a fatal threat, I can't let the small lose the big. If a stronger opponent comes next time, if I don't improve in time because I wasted time, then we have to finish the game together."
"You spent one trillion to upgrade the Divine Sword Baby, and you still have 5.3 trillion experience points. Isn't that enough to upgrade the Dragon Transformation Technique?" Fang Ning didn't believe it.
"It's not enough," the uncle said confidently, "Do you think this perfect level of mythical skill is so easy to improve? This is the core skill. If it is upgraded to the ancient level, it will undergo a qualitative change."
"Oh, that's it..." Fang Ning is a scumbag, so he has no choice but to do whatever the top student says. He can't understand it anyway, and the gap is getting bigger and bigger. He has long since caught up with the master in the practice of martial arts. thoughts.
He had no choice but to say: "In this case, you are busy practicing your skills, and I will use the Heavenly Book Baby to remotely control the work of others and coordinate the overall situation."
"That's pretty much it. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do." The uncle shooed Fang Ning away like a fly.
… …
The secret realm of inheritance, the world of oriental buildings, next to the giant bronze cauldron.
A group of lake-level cultivators are busy working around the giant cauldron.
Other than that, there was no one else around.
According to previous information, only cultivators above the lake level can resist the curse of the giant cauldron.
This scene once again severely stimulated many people, who decided to speed up their cultivation again.
But they don't know that this cultivation speed is already very fast. It has the favor of heaven and earth during the pioneering period. The cultivation path is smooth and is not invaded by external demons, so it is possible to advance so quickly.
You must know that according to the two worlds of ghosts and demons, lake-level magic power is equivalent to a thousand years of cultivation, and sea-level magic power is equivalent to ten thousand years of cultivation.
These thousand years and ten thousand years are the cultivation speed of those demons with top qualifications.
Demons value power and will never use inferior demons with rubbish qualifications as a standard to measure their mana.
Ren Ruofeng, Dean Xu, an old white man, a black wizard, and various practitioners were casting spells in an orderly manner according to the sealing methods.
Golden talismans, like chains, were printed on the giant cauldron.
It's just that the giant cauldron remains motionless, its gloomy and sinister energy has not weakened at all, and it has a posture that is immovable by the eight winds.
Everyone looked calm and just worked step by step.
From time to time, a curse appears on the forehead of a certain cultivator. At this time, backup personnel must replace him. After being exposed to the curse, he will take another turn.
Some people looking here from a distance could not help but whisper.
From a distance, those lake-level cultivators looked like ants, and the giant bronze cauldron looked like an elephant.
Their work is like ants tying straw ropes to elephants...
"Can this kind of seal work?"
"Since it comes from two great masters, there should be no problem."
"There is no problem with the sealing method, but there is a problem with the people who seal it. Each of them has only practiced for ten or twenty years, or even only a few years. How can such a foundation compare with the ghost world that has been in the ghost world for countless years?" A full man said The middle-aged man, whose face was wrinkled and seemed to be overwhelmed by life, shook his head and sighed.
"Uncle, please keep your voice down, or the management chip will judge you as a capitulator and require you to be re-educated." Someone warned in a low voice.
"Hey, sir, I'm only 35 years old, okay?" the middle-aged man replied angrily, "I'm neither a capitulationist nor a war-fighting faction, I'm a realist. That's the fact. Those strong men have advanced cultivation. If you can resist the curse, of course you have to fight to the end. Us assholes can't resist it. This is different from the previous war model. There is no such thing as a frontline or a rear. It is a model where all the people encounter the enemy. It's easy to say that. It’s difficult to do. If no one can give birth safely, how can we fight against the enemy?” the middle-aged man said sharply.
Others fell silent. The other party was right. This was the horror of the Shen Yuan era.
Even World War II, which was the largest in human history, had the heaviest casualties, and had the largest impact, still had a rear area, and most people could still produce weapons, train soldiers, and finally go to the battlefield in a safe place.
However, now, after finally mobilizing the whole people and retreating to the secret realm of inheritance, they have directly dropped the source of the curse in the heart of the country, and their own side can only passively defend. This kind of war situation is too passive.
Many people are passive to the point of despair. Maybe they will be able to win one day in the future, but many people have to live every day in fear.
"Damn it, is there really no safe place? Do we have to spend every day in fear?" someone thought painfully.
At this time, an old man wearing Taoist robes appeared mysteriously. He looked around and said to everyone: "Do you want to be safe? Just go home and worship this wooden plaque to ensure that you will not be harassed by demons again." .”
As he spoke, he took a stack of sandalwood cards engraved with magical patterns in his hand and began to distribute them to everyone.
Everyone was hesitant and did not dare to accept it hastily.
At this time, suddenly an electronic voice sounded.
"It was detected that there were illegal persons who were trying to confuse the public, so arrest mode was implemented."
The old man in Taoist robes who distributed the wooden signs dropped the signs and was about to run away, but several red lights fell from the sky and locked him tightly.
"Alas, he is another old-time fool who cannot distinguish the current situation. Wake up," someone immediately mocked, "Now is not the loose management of the past. Any trouble will be dealt with immediately."
Not long after, several tall robots appeared and took away the demagogic old man, including the wooden signs he distributed.
"What's that thing with old hair?" someone asked curiously.
"Why do you care about that? It's probably some miscellaneous fish from the upper world who want to fish in troubled waters and take advantage of the invasion of the ghost world to get a piece of the pie." Someone said disdainfully.
"It seems that the current management model is still useful. Otherwise, it will only add to chaos."
"Now is a jungle society, where big fish eat small fish, and small fish eat shrimps..."
"Are we just the shrimps being eaten? How pitiful."
"You have a beautiful idea, we are water plants. Anyone who comes can cut a handful of them."