"Can it be released? Haha, that's good. We're going to get rich, Da Huang. Did you know that?"
"Go, go find it yourself, swallow all the storage bags you can find, and hide them!" Chen Changsheng said in surprise when he heard it.
There are probably tens of thousands of immortal cultivators in this city...
It's not a lot. On average, each cultivator has about a hundred spirit stones in their storage bag. If tens of thousands of cultivators are added together, that would be millions of spirit stones...
One million spirit stones!
After just a quick calculation, Chen Changsheng couldn't help but take a deep breath...
With such a huge amount, even a Jindan cultivator would probably not be able to bear it!
One million spirit stones!
What a fortune this is!
Besides, an average of a hundred spirit stones per person is definitely an understatement. Some people have far more than a hundred. Even thousands of spirit stones are not uncommon. If you add in the goods in the market, the value...
hiss……
Even Chen Changsheng took a deep breath and his brain went blank. He didn't know how to calculate this huge fortune!
“Woof woof woof!”
Upon hearing this, Da Huang shouted at Chen Changsheng a few times and ran away.
As a second-level demon beast, Da Huang could also use storage bags. Wherever he went, he not only took all the storage bags with him, but also basically took all the magic tools in the hands of those dead monks. In order to save space, he would even store the magic tools in the storage bags. If there were too few things in some storage bags, he would empty them all and put other things in them, then throw the storage bags away...
Chen Changsheng watched from behind and called him a prodigal son...
You know, a storage bag can be worth more than ten spirit stones. When Chen Changsheng was working as a spirit plant husband in Shouyang Mountain, he found that most spirit plant husbands did not have storage bags...
Without even mentioning Da Huang, Chen Changsheng also started to get busy...
"Zhou Bang, male, 59 years old, died from a blow to the head!"
"Last wish: My son Zhou Chang can advance to the late stage of Qi training!"
"Corpse rating: Extraordinary one star, reward: six mana pills!"
"Wu Yue, male, 33 years old, died after being pierced through the body by a magical weapon!"
"Last wish: My Taoist companion Shen Yue can escape!"
"Corpse rating: Extraordinary one star, reward: five mana pills!"
“…”
Da Huang was collecting storage bags and magical instruments, while Chen Changsheng was collecting last wish tasks and mana pills. The two did not interfere with each other and made a fortune from the dead...
At this time, outside Xuankong Island...
"Ancestor Qinglin, do you know what kind of formation this is? It is so strange that just getting close to it makes me feel irritated?" Ancestor Giant Sword asked Ancestor Qinglin.
"If I'm not mistaken, this should be... the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Formation!" Patriarch Qinglin said slowly.
"The Myriad Souls Blood Formation? Is it really the Myriad Souls Blood Formation? This... I've read in an ancient book that the Myriad Souls Blood Formation is a formation used by demonic cultivators to condense the Endless Blood Sea Pill... This formation violates the laws of nature and requires the blood of tens of thousands of cultivators as its foundation... Even among demonic cultivators, very few dare to deploy this formation..."
"That's not right. If Song Lin doesn't condense the golden elixir, why does he want to condense the boundless blood sea pill? Condense two golden elixirs? Isn't he afraid of exploding and dying?" The palace maid couldn't help but say.
"Who said that Song Lin set up the Myriad Spirits Blood Formation just for himself?"
"He has already condensed the golden elixir, so it is naturally impossible for him to condense the boundless sea of blood pill. If nothing unexpected happens, he should be in charge of the formation for others..." Patriarch Qinglin shook his head.
"Condensing the Endless Blood Sea Pill for others? In that case, he has prepared for it in advance!" said the palace maid.
"Ancestor Qinglin, what is the Boundless Sea of Blood Pill?" Ancestor Giant Sword couldn't help but ask.
They both knew about the Myriad Spirits Blood Formation and the Boundless Blood Sea Pill, but he... didn't know...
"This is a secret magic method. At the cost of sacrificing tens of thousands of cultivators, it can help me achieve perfection and condense the Endless Blood Sea Pill!"
"The effects of this pill are similar to those of the Golden Pill. Whether it's lifespan or mana, it can even condense the soul. The only drawback is that it can't advance to the Nascent Soul stage!"
"This is a rare method for quickly achieving the Golden Elixir in the Demonic Path. However, it involves excessive killing and is detrimental to the harmony of nature. Even Demonic Path cultivators rarely use it!"
"But I don't know where Song Lin learned it from!" explained the Qinglin Patriarch.
"What? A quick way to achieve a golden elixir? The only consequence is that you can't condense your Nascent Soul?"
Suddenly, the Great Sword Ancestor had a plan in mind...
Compared with the method of quickly achieving the golden elixir, what does this so-called defect of not being able to condense the Nascent Soul matter?
Can this be called a defect?
Nascent Soul...
Thousands of years have passed since the fall of the Qingmu Sect, and several generations have passed in the five major sects. Not to mention condensing the golden elixir, is there anyone who can hope to form a Nascent Soul?
No!
Not one!
If that’s the case, then being unable to condense the Nascent Soul is such a big deal?
Didn't you know that the Ten Thousand Spirits Blood Formation could consume tens of thousands of cultivators in exchange for a Golden Core cultivator?
This method... is very good!
At the very least, it should be much stronger than his Wai Dan Jin Dan. His Wai Dan Jin Dan will always be the same as it was on the day it became a Jin Dan. His magic power will never improve in the slightest...
As for consuming tens of thousands of monks?
Although Yuezhou is not big, it has a lot of low-level cultivators...
Not to mention anything else, just in the area of Longhu Lake, it would be easy to find 30,000 to 50,000 cultivators, and Longhu Lake is just a corner of Yuezhou!
These days, it's not just the Wanfa Sect that's worried about having no successors; their Jujian Sect is the same!
"The secret magic techniques often come at the cost of sacrificing lives or harming oneself, so they are not advisable!" Patriarch Qinglin shook his head.
Of course, he only knows what he is thinking...
What is the right way and what is the evil way?
The one with the bigger fist can say what he is and that is what he is!
This is the true portrayal of the world of cultivating immortals!
"Haha, this Song Lin is interesting. He actually set up such a formation without making any noise. This is a third-level formation..."
"A Jindan cultivator and a third-rank formation master... He is such a genius, it's a pity that he was born in our Yuezhou..." The palace maid sneered.
If this boy appeared in Mozhou, even the Yuanying sects would probably be vying for him...
In Mozhou, the significance of a third-level formation master is even higher than that of an ordinary Jindan cultivator...
"Genius? I love to kill geniuses!"
"A so-called genius is nothing if he dies!" said the Qinglin Patriarch coldly.
Over the past thousand years, the Wanfa Sect has killed many golden elixir seeds. The Song family of Shouyang Mountain is just one of them...
"In that case, why waste time talking? Let's break this bird formation first. Do we really have to wait until the one inside condenses that Endless Blood Sea Pill before we can fight?" The Giant Sword Ancestor couldn't help but say.
"Haha, no rush... wait a little longer... this Endless Blood Sea Pill, hehe... the birth of such a harmful golden pill will inevitably bring about a thunder tribulation... If he dies in the thunder tribulation, it will save us a lot of trouble!" Ancestor Qinglin laughed.
"If he is not dead, he will probably only be half alive. Then we can go and take advantage of him, right, Ancestor Qinglin?" The palace maid said with a smile.
"Hehe..." Qinglin Patriarch just smiled lightly, the meaning of which was self-evident...