Chapter 164 [Fishing Enforcement] Duan De came and went, and came and went, each time carrying a kind of precious blood, to inquire about the construction of the Five-Colored Altar. None of them are the blood of contemporary people. Instead, they are the blood that he painstakingly extracted from various tombs and originated from ancient kings. "I know. Go back and wait for notification." But every time he came to Yaochi, he heard only this sentence. Duan De was so angry that his teeth itched, but he could do nothing about it, because the Immortal Alliance monopolized the channel. Duan De had thought about building a five-colored altar by himself, but it was too difficult. To build a five-colored altar, one needed crystals grown in the five-colored ancient trees. An ancient tree comparable to the Second Saint Lord of Immortals, the crystals it can produce are only the size of a palm, and most are only the size of pigeon eggs. The greater the distance across the starry sky, the more five-colored crystals are needed, often starting from several thousand kilograms, or even tens of thousands of kilograms. The current second saint lord of the immortal world, the great king, has no ability to build it. It requires a saint, or even a quasi-emperor, to build a five-color altar. Only a quasi-emperor can travel through the void in the flesh, stroll leisurely in the garden, take a real journey into the universe, and record various star maps. Saints who want to explore the universe run the risk of getting lost.
The star maps of each family's holy land are all products left behind when their ancestors became enlightened. If they are lost, the family will only be qualified to build an ancient starry road after another quasi-emperor emerges. Perhaps it is possible to borrow the five-colored altars from the Zhongzhou Ancestral Temple and the ancient forbidden land, but they can only be used once at most and are prepared for specific people. If other people enter the ancient forbidden area, will the ruthless emperor have a good temper, or will the great saint body be easy to talk to? Only the restricted area can Ye Fan enter safely. What the Immortal Alliance pursues is a five-colored altar that can be used countless times, so that a bridge can be built to travel between the two places, and the fire and hope can be continuously moved to the ancient star for refuge. In this regard, the big black dog had followed the Emperor Wu Shi and had rich experience. He could be described as a formation master who was broad-minded but not proficient. He knew a little bit of each type, but was not proficient in them. Several formation masters from the holy lands of the aristocratic families were almost driven crazy and wanted to drive the big black dog away. However, at the critical moment, they needed the Black Emperor to teach them a few secrets. It can be said that they both hated and loved the Black Emperor. Hei Huang also enjoyed it. Every day he was either repairing tombs or studying formations. He lived in his own world and was extremely happy. Even his obsession with the innate holy body and the Taoist fetus was weakened a little. Even Lin Xian couldn't help but ask curiously: "Why don't you keep an eye on Ye Fan?" "That kid is already on the right track. I don't need to worry about him." The big black dog showed a sly smile and said carelessly, "This kid cut out a rare flower from the ancient times from the stone of the holy land. It is a twin fairy flower. It is said that it can keep people young forever and keep their faces young until death." After Ye Fan cut them out, he gave one to Little Moon of the Ji family and one to the Saint of Zifu. "This kid is doomed." Lin Xian muttered, and shook his head, with a hint of pity in his eyes. The big black dog was stunned and asked in confusion: "Shouldn't it be stable?!" Fairy flowers do not have much appeal to male monks, but to many women, they are undoubtedly fairy treasures. This is an extremely precious gift. "What women need is not fairness, but preference." Lin Xian sighed. Even if Ye Fan gave the twin flowers to any one of them, it would be better than dividing them equally. It seems that both sides get the same treatment, but in fact, they get nothing. The master of keeping balance will only be trapped in the Shura field. “This Saint Lord has to take action.” Lin Xian shook his head, and then arranged for his subordinate, Black Emperor Sifan, to go down to the mortal world, steal the Source Heavenly Book, take away the sacred peach fruit, and then forge a fake stone king to set a disaster for Ye Fan, who was seeking the scriptures. There is only one sacred peach fruit, let's see how you divide it this time! The big black dog's eyes rolled and he immediately came up with a plan. He couldn't help but come up with something bad. He sneaked to the sacred place of romance, Miaoyu Temple, and invited a fairy named An Miaoyi out. He spent a lot of money to let her deliberately show her affection for the holy body, so as to attract the firepower of the little moon of the Ji family, so that the innate Taoist fetus could successfully steal the house. "While the snipe and the clam quarrel, the fisherman benefits. This emperor is truly a genius!" The big black dog put his hands on his hips and laughed wildly. Then he buried the forged Stone King in the stone archway of Yao Chi, waiting for Master Yuan Ye Fan to take the bait.
This time, the Black Emperor wants to be the fisherman and fish out the innate holy body and Taoist fetus. These days, Ye Fan was in high spirits and showed off his skills in the Holy City, attracting countless people's admiration. Not only was he surrounded by saints and fairies, but also saints from all over the world, the future helmsmen of the holy land, and old monsters in seclusion all asked him for help. With the methods of Master Yuan Tian, he cut out countless rare treasures, attracting countless hot gazes. The most precious of them was a small Holy Spirit Sword and a broken human-shaped magic medicine. While enjoying the glory, there were also murderous intentions lurking. However, Ye Fan didn't care at all, and even intended to show off the treasure. He did not sell the incomplete elixir of immortality, but kept it for himself. Even when the fairy An Miaoyi asked for the dragon-patterned black gold sword, he did not agree. This behavior of children carrying gold through the busy streets increased the murderous intent in the holy city. "The man is innocent, but he is guilty of possessing a treasure." Ye Fan murmured, with a sneer on his face. Yes, he just wanted to conduct a sting operation! Because in the Tianxuan Stone Archway, sitting is a statue of Tianxuan Saint Wei Yi. If anyone dared to attack him, Ye Fan, the Holy Son of Tianxuan, would just hide in the Tianxuan Stone Archway and everything would be fine. Just wait to pick up the loot. Ye Fan even maliciously guessed that he had previously made friends with Taoist Chilong with a Human Yuan Fruit, and the one who dared to attack him now was either a great immortal of the second level or a king of the third level. The wealth of such a great man is definitely enough for him to break through the four levels and achieve a minor level of holy body. Several descendants of the Thirteen Bandits who knew the inside story heard this and immediately shouted: "Ye Fan is the real little black guy, even Li Heishui can't be blacker than him." "You are the black guys, your whole family is black guys." Li Heishui was indignant and argued loudly: "I smell like a man and have a healthy skin color." Several people burst into laughter. In the next few days, Ye Fan did not continue to go to the Tianzihao Stone Shop to gamble on stones. Instead, accompanied by Li Heishui, he toured the Holy City. Ye Fan deliberately hung the black gold sword with dragon pattern around his waist. The black light was flashing and the dragon pattern was flying. The equipment was extremely luxurious and he was particularly eye-catching when he paraded through the streets. Li Heishui, who had received instructions, deliberately shouted loudly in the Holy City of the Northern Territory, saying ostentatiously: "Do you know who he is? Ye Fan, the invincible genius of source technique! He cut out the Immortal Gold Divine Material today. If you want to cut the stone, come to us!" The flow of people in the holy city became increasingly dense. Many people came forward to ask Ye Fan about the price he was willing to pay. At the same time, undercurrents surged, murderous intent continued to surge, and greed appeared in the eyes of countless cultivators. Since you don’t have it, just grab it! Killing people for treasure is extremely common in the cultivation world. (End of this chapter)