Under normal circumstances, even the eighth-level warship can condense only thousands of top-grade spirit stones every day. It seems to be a lot for low-priced cultivators, but the consumption of warships is better than nothing.

However, if calculated in tens of thousands of years, this would definitely be a huge sum of money, which would make any sect jealous.

Fang Lie's Yuanqi Pool was specially added after Momen obtained the Ethereal Jade Mine. It was more than a hundred times larger than the normal Yuanqi Pool. The speed of condensing spirit stones was also super fast, but there was not so much rich spiritual energy, so I was too lazy to use it in normal times.

But today, after a big battle, Fang Lie felt a massive amount of spiritual energy pouring in between the Netherworld Battleship.

At this time, the Netherworld Warship no longer needs to release any Netherworld ghost fire. On the contrary, it is sucking Netherworld ghost fire from the outside world at every moment and then transforming it into spiritual energy.

Because there are too many siren, there are too many, and the Netherworld Ghost Fire generated has exceeded the requirements. Instead of wasting it in vain, it is better to suck it in brittle?

These Nether Ghost Fires have two functions. One is that they will be absorbed by the Nether Warship body and gradually increase the power of the warship.

The other one is converted through the Yuanqi pool and condensed into spirit stones.

Fang Lie is a rich man, so when the Netherworld Ghost Fire is sucked in, his first reaction is to suck it into the warship and continue to strengthen the warship body.

However, there were too many ghost fires in the underworld, and the warship had no time to absorb them, so he made out all the eighth-level magic weapons on the warship, and also absorbed the ghost fires in the underworld to strengthen them.

However, even if it is the entire warship and eighth-level magic weapon, each of them is a big soul-sucking player, he still cannot completely absorb the massive amount of ghost fire in the underworld.

On the battlefield outside, as the range of the Nether Ghost Fire increases, there are 100,000 at every moment. Millions of sirens become fuel for the Nether Ghost Fire. The number of Nether Ghost Fire they provide can no longer be described as horror.

The ancient Tengser flying boats, thousands of feet tall, ran back and forth in the sea of ​​fire, constantly absorbing the ghost fire. The absorption speed could not even keep up with the speed of the ghost fire produced by the ghost fire.

In this case, in order not to waste the excess Nether Ghost Fire, Fang Lie could only turn on the energy pool and reverse it.

And this reversal doesn't matter, it shocked Fang Lie in an instant.

As the reversal formation was opened, I saw that the Yuanqi pool condensed into spirit stones at a speed visible to the naked eye. All of them were water-based spirit stones, appearing in pieces, and a layer could be laid in an instant.

The vital energy pool, which is four or five hundred feet in size and dozens of feet deep, seems to be filled with water. In less than an hour, it is filled with the top-grade water-based spirit stones. How much is this?

When piled up, it is definitely a small hill. What is the number?

Fang Lie was stunned at that time and had no time to count. He quickly moved all the spirit stones to the warehouse, and then watched the new spirit stones appear in pieces again, so he was so shocked.

Fang Lie naturally could not enjoy this good news alone, so he hurriedly sent out a signal and took Mo Lanyun and Maomao's two girls over.

As soon as they came in, they found that they were not in the main control room, but next to the energy pool, and they were stunned for a moment.

Mo Lanyun couldn't help but say, "Senior Brother, why did you get us here?"

Fang Lie didn't say anything, but just pointed to the Yuanqi Pool.

Mo Lanyun and Maomao looked down together, and after just a few glances, they couldn't help but take a breath.

"Oh my God, why is the condensation speed so fast?" Mo Lanyun said in shock: "I have seen the reversal of the energy furnace of the eighth-level warship. There are only tens of thousands of spirit stones in a day. It's better here, it grows faster than the grass, and it's all in a blink of an eye."

"To be precise, one hour is like this," Fang Lie smiled bitterly and said, "I just cleaned it up once, clearly."

"Ah, so many delicious things." Maomao took one, opened his mouth and ate it, then slapped his lips and said with a smile: "It tastes good, it is definitely the best water-based spirit stone."

Seeing this, Fang Lie immediately smiled and said, "You can eat whatever you want, this time you can do it."

"Yeah," Maomao frowned and said, "I don't want to eat it. The grade is too low. I need to increase my cultivation and I need spiritual beads."

"Then you should slowly condense the spirit beads." Fang Lie smiled bitterly and said, "We don't have that kind of formation here."

"It's already very good," Mo Lanyun smiled and said, "It's incredible. Our Momen warships have always been money-lossing goods. Every time they start a war, they will suffer heavy losses. The Momen has strong force, but they dare not take action easily. But you, the fight outside is so terrible, but they still receive money here. What kind of world is this? If it spreads, I wonder how many people will envy you to death."

"Hehe" Fang Lie smiled and said, "This is a coincidence. When fighting with the human monks, this situation will definitely not happen. They all know that the power of the Nether Ghost Fire is so great that we will definitely not let us burn any of their spiritual items in vain. But the Siren Clan is different. They are really a group of two people. Facing such a despicable thing as the Nether Ghost Fire, they also play the demon sea tactic of looking at death. Isn't this giving me money?"

"Haha, that's true." Mo Lanyun couldn't help but smile and said, "I seem to have fallen in love with this squadron disaster."

"This is not a natural disaster," Maomao also said: "It is obviously the God of Wealth who gives money."

"Haha" the three of them laughed out loud.

Just as Fang Lie and the second girl were teasing each other, three real people in the command hall of Qingyu Island were smiling bitterly.

The leading one is the Momen Yi Lingzhu Huo Wufang. He was ordered to support Fang Lie. After all, the White Jade Divine Fish has a great relationship. It is better not to lose it, so he was sent to take charge.

Below the Huo Wufang is an old woman, but she is wearing a big red robe, looking extremely happy.

This person is a female thunder tribulation real person in Momen. Her Taoist name is Zhenhong, also known as Zhenhong Elder.

As for the last one, he was a thin middle-aged Confucian scholar named Mo Qianzhong, who was Mo Qianxun's cousin and a true person from the Mo family. He had the lowest cultivation level, and was sent to Qingyu Island in the early stage of the Thunder Tribulation. He was sent to stay in Qingyu Island. He was usually in seclusion and practiced hard, but at this time, he had to go out of seclusion to participate in the war.

At this time, the three of them looked at the vast sea of ​​fire displayed on the water mirror, all of whom were surprised.

"Although I had known that the Nether Ghost Fire Battleship was very powerful, I still didn't expect it to be so strong." Huo Wufang said enviously: "What a good baby."

"This ghost fire in the underworld is worthy of supporting a great sect. It turns out that it has such power when refined to the depths. It's really a long time to see it." Elder Zhenhong said in surprise.

"Haha, it's a waste of trouble." Mo Qian smiled and said, "I originally thought I was going to fall into a hard battle, but I didn't expect that Fang Lie could block these thousands of troops with just one magic weapon. We just need to watch the fun. This is really the most comfortable squad demon disaster I have ever experienced."

"It's not that easy," Huo Wufang said worriedly: "Now it's just the beginning, the sirens are weak and scattered, and there are no large groups, and there are no ten-level monsters in charge. Therefore, they will silly take the initiative to die, causing the Netherworld Ghost Fire to open up the market. But this situation obviously cannot last long. Once the hard guys behind come, I'm afraid that the three of us will not be idle either."

"I don't think so," Zhenhong Elder couldn't help but smile and said, "Fang Lie, Mo Lanyun, Maomao, but almost everyone in our Mo Sect has the strength to fight against the thunder tribulation. Even the old woman, she dares not say that she will win against any of them. If the Siren can ⊥The three of them are helpless, I'm afraid that the three of us will be powerless unless you use the word "Yi"

"Stop teasing," Huo Wufang smiled bitterly, "You are not unaware of the iron rules of the Mo Sect. During the five major tokens that do not enter the dangerous sea monsters, this is the most dangerous place. I just want to bring the token, and the heads and many elders will not agree."

"Oh," Mo Qianzhong sighed and said slightly depressedly: "In fact, there is nothing extraordinary in addition to the amazing number of natural disasters in the sea monsters. If I could use any token, I was very sure to keep it here. Unfortunately, the rules of Momen are too strict and I even think they are a bit of a big deal."

"You are very wrong." Huo Wufang immediately said solemnly: "Even if it is only one in ten thousand danger, we must not let the five tokens take risks. It is this kind of caution that has enabled the Mo Sect to preserve the inheritance of the five tokens. Look at other large sects, how many of them have never lost the core inheritance treasures? Even Xuanmen has lost the ninth-level magic weapons of the ancestral generation. Many other sects even suffered the decline of the ninth-level treasures of the ancestral inheritance. However, our Mo Sect has never lost any of them, and it is thanks to this iron law."

"But we also gave up a lot of opportunities because of this," Mo Qianzhong said a little dissatisfied.

"Hehe, how many opportunities can I compare to a token?" Elder Zhenhong couldn't help but smile and said, "I would rather lose those opportunities than lose a token. With these five tokens in it, my Momen will be as safe as Mount Tai, everything else is empty."

"That's right" Huo Wufang nodded and said, "There are countless opportunities, but the token only has five sides, so you must not take risks."

Seeing this, Mo Qianzhong was too lazy to argue, so Yu Qian closed his eyes and said nothing.

In a blink of an eye, seven days have passed.

For the monks of Qingyu Island, these seven days were so easy. They originally thought they would go through an arduous battle, but they didn't expect that they would just watch the battle. Fang Lie alone blocked the endless army of sirens outside Qingyu Island, and even the mountain protection formation did not need to be activated.

The Netherworld Ghost Fire has spread to millions of miles after seven days and seven nights. With such a large range, even in the endless army of sirens, it is not too small, and it directly alarmed the top leaders of the sea clan.
Chapter completed!