"Twelve pieces? Yes, but only for the first ten years." Bai Mo thought for a while before agreeing to Isis's price, "I can stop an eighth-level statue for you."
"..."
Bai Mo's response was barely expected by her.
The value of Ziqing Medicine is unknown, and this transaction is still in the stage of mutual exploration. Isis speculates that Bai Mo will figure out the general situation here in the first ten years after he came to Daochen Realm.
At that time, he will find that the price he gave is relatively fair.
The only uncertainty is the price Dao Chenjie is willing to offer.
"I didn't expect to lure wolves into the house." Isis couldn't help sighing softly as he looked at Bai Mo who was surrounded by layers of Taoist power.
She originally planned to recruit a group of thugs from the lower elves, so that no matter how they jumped, they would still be within her control, but she did not expect that she caught a shark while fishing.
Fortunately, the lifespan of this shark is not long. According to Isis, the white ink that has been so deeply infected by the power of Taoism can normally live for five hundred years at most.
Even if he has all kinds of tricks to survive, it will not exceed a thousand years.
What's more, the fairy life that is infected with Tao poison will explode into a rich world after death according to the cultivation level in life. This is a precious wealth for everyone.
"By the way, tell your men not to get close to the range of three million kilometers over there."
Just as Isis was dreaming of picking up corpses, Bai Mo gently patted her out of the dream, and pointed to a small dot that was completely invisible to ordinary people's naked eyes in the far distance.
She recalled the map nearby, and realized that it was a place called Ghost Desert.
Tens of thousands of years ago, several super sects of the Daochen Immortal Realm broke out in a life-and-death battle in that desert, and the fight was like a world-shattering earth-shattering.
The Gloomy Soul Desert was originally the main altar of one of the sects, a blessed land of immortals, but after that battle, it completely turned into a dead place haunted by countless resentful souls.
Except for a very small number of casual cultivators who want to gamble their lives to dig in the ancient immortal battlefield, basically no one else will take the initiative to walk into that barren ghostly place.
Of course, although there are many resentful souls in the Ghost Desert, they have no effect on the existence of Isis's level, but she will not go there if she has nothing to do.
"Three million kilometers? What do you want to do?"
The body of Isis has already been rooted in a corner of Daochen Immortal Realm, including the part that extends underground, covering an area of about 100,000 kilometers.
At the same time, the insect body network penetrated hundreds of thousands of meters underground, forcibly turning a piece of Daochen Immortal Realm into its own.
Not only that, the insect army under her command also occupied dozens of small worlds under the Daochen Immortal Realm, but this is still a drop in the bucket compared to the Daochen Realm, which has as many small worlds as stars.
After all, even the immortals who have existed in Daochen Immortal Realm for tens of thousands of years may not be able to really understand how big this space layer is.
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"I'm coming over."
"..."
"Compared to your original world, the cultivation environment here is indeed much better."
The projection of Isis once came to the earth with the help of the brain worm Thres, and the barrenness on the other side of the earth left a little impression on her.
The poverty in her eyes is not only the poverty of cultivation resources, but also the poverty of material distribution.
There are only a few small planets in such a huge space, and hundreds of millions of kilometers have to fly between the planets. The density of visible matter is pitifully low, and it is incomparable with the Daochen Realm. Bai Mo chose to transfer his body to this space. The world is also normal.
Every eighth-level existence, their main body existence is too huge, and every move will destroy the world.
If it is not a life-and-death battle, it is rarely dispatched, and it is usually parked in the most suitable position for its own cultivation.
As for why she chose a place like the Ghost Desert, she didn't intend to ask, everyone has their own needs for exercises, so there is no point in explaining the details.
…
In the blink of an eye, more than ten days passed.
"Finally here..." Kirkov was the first to step out of the tunnel.
When he came out of the passage, he saw a picturesque palace in front of him.
Red walls and green tiles, and fruity melons, oranges, grapes, and bananas are placed everywhere...
"These things don't seem right." Ramdo, who walked out of the passage, temporarily chose to let go of his prejudices and reminded his old opponent.
The two are in a completely unfamiliar environment, and it is a rational choice to hold together temporarily.
"I know, but my ability also tells me that these melons and fruits do not contain any toxins, and eating them can slightly improve your physical fitness."
"..." Ramdo knew that his old opponent had a perverted talent for identification. Even if it was a spiritual material that he had never seen before, as long as he glanced at it, it would probably be useful.
"But the most urgent thing is to find him first and join the others," Kirkov said.
"Has he been taken out of other people?"
"Otherwise? Can we put them together?"
"I think it shouldn't work." A huge snake head came into the conversation between the two.
That was Xuanwu who had just arrived.
"..."
"We'll wait here."
"good."
Half a day later, the projections of the twenty-six and seventh-level existences of the empire were all concentrated in a magnificent hall.
"Are you here?"
"Otherwise?" Xu Xuanling pushed back Bai Mo's words, she might be the only one present who still had this mentality.
Behind Bai Mo, there is a beautiful girl. The image of the girl is exactly the same as what everyone saw in the Resonance Altar, with green hair, white clothes, and transparent wings.
"There are fruits, do you want to eat?" The girl gracefully picked up the fruits that were placed around, and handed them to them with a smile on her face.
Kirkov, the leader, didn't know whether to answer or not for a while.
Let's take it, although his own ability test shows that they are not only not poisonous, but also quite beneficial, but whether it is him, Ramdo and others, they always feel that there is something wrong.
Don't pick it up, the other party is a genuine eighth-order, don't look at the weak look of those lush and green hands, he is sure to kill them, this group of avatars will not use a few fingers, if you don't give face, there will be no good fruit to eat .
At this moment, he hated himself extremely, why he was still so weak and forced to make such an extremely contradictory choice.
"Don't embarrass them." Bai Mo reached out and gently wiped the fruit off Isis' hands.
Yes, it is erasing, erasing like an eraser erasing a typo on paper, not taking it away.
Kirkov was relieved.