Chapter 220 Resurrection of Qinghong

The value of the Nine Transformations Golden Elixir is extremely high, and the total value of the materials it requires is approximately equivalent to most of the assets of a person in the renewal period.

Of course, this does not mean that with so many resources, one can refine the Nine Transformations Golden Pill.

On the contrary, this is something that no matter how rich you are, you may not be able to get it, and its materials are rare and rare.

Even the Immortal Sect cannot guarantee that it will be able to produce one in a few years. This shows that its materials are rare and valuable. Some extremely rare things require opportunities.

A nine-turn golden elixir is considered hard currency among immortals, because as long as you are below the immortal stage, this elixir has magical effects. On the contrary, if you are at a low level, eating it will be very luxurious.

If it is reasonable to say that Shen Mo Lian transformed all the lives in the formation, then it is purely selfish to refine the Nine Transformations Golden Pill.

One renewal period plus numerous corpses and spiritual roots of plants and trees. This wave of multiples is terrifying. On average, it is enough to plunge the entire cultivation world into depression, let alone the secular world.

"You said that the implementation of the poverty effect is not limited to the instantaneous disappearance of wealth, but can also take various forms."

"Then... destroy the various sects in Dongtian and take away all the wealth they have accumulated over hundreds of years. From the perspective of the cultivation world, the entire source of wealth in Dongtian is lost. Isn't it also a resource crisis?"

"Can it offset the cost of the Shennong Cauldron?"

Wu Xuzi said with excited eyes, he wished he could rob all those big sects.

Miaohan looked at Luo Yan: "It should be possible, right? Yan Nu is not considered a human being in the judgment of Shennong Ding."

"He caused huge wealth losses to the spiritual world, which can also be a reflection of the poverty effect."

Luo Yan nodded and approved the plan: "Okay, this is how to fill the tribulation."

"The poverty effect reduces the source of wealth for the entire human race. Resistance to it will be more intense, but adapting to it will get twice the result with half the effort."

"It doesn't have to be average, it can be a concentrated outbreak. Just like the destruction of the countries in the Western Regions, it was actually the law of heaven that used them to fill the catastrophe of the entire human race."

Everyone nodded. The Dongtian monks had plundered and looted for three hundred years. Now it was retaliation. Using them to pay for the sins Shen Mo Lian had done was considered as atonement.

Yan Nu turned around and scanned the crowd. He now had an extremely strong team.

Countless people from mountains and seas have suffered oppression for hundreds of years. Today they finally have their emperor, who is full of fighting spirit.

There are also a group of monks who have surrendered. They come from various sects. Of course they know their own sect well and can become pioneers.

They are willing to follow Xing Tian's banner, and Yan Nu is also willing to give them a chance.

"Let's go! Let's invite the Immortal Sect to die!" Yan Nu raised his ax high.

Miaohan quickly held him back: "Don't rush. If you kill them alone, they won't be able to keep up with you."

"There are tens of millions of people scattered all over the mountains and plains, and many of them don't know what's going on... Let's put things in order first."

"In addition, our cultivation level must be improved."

After hearing this, Yan Nu looked at the sea of ​​people and saw that indeed...the team was too big and noisy.

The citizens of some distant mountains and seas only knew that there was a fight here, and someone killed countless monks.

But they didn't know what was going on, and many people didn't even know that it was 'Emperor Yan returns to punish Tian'.

The banner must be raised, and everyone must be rectified and organized.

Yan Nu understood this, but he didn't understand it at all, so he scratched his head.

"What to do?"

Seeing him scratching his head and ears, Miaohan chuckled and said angrily: "You don't have to worry about it, we have someone to help you worry about it."

Yan Nu giggled after hearing this: "Okay, okay, I'll leave it to you."

Expecting Yan Nu to organize the team and take care of these trivial matters is simply life-threatening. This is a man who even blows himself up in a fight.

But it doesn't matter, he already has too many people helping him now.

Miaohan is proficient in management, good at overall planning and handling various affairs.

All kinds of trivial information can be sorted and categorized in her mind very quickly and the connections among them can be found.

It can be said that he is as meticulous as his hair and good at calculation.

And not only her, but also many people in the Demonic Way can stand alone.

In particular, Luo Yan and Yu Anli are both masters of the art of organization. They have quick thinking and can multi-task.

Further down, the shamans and leaders of various tribes such as the witch altar are also highly prestigious people from each tribe, and they respond to hundreds of calls.

They spread the news of Emperor Yan's return to ten people, and finally let all the people of Shanhai know what had happened, and they were so excited that they sang loudly.

In addition to Yuan Fu, Elder Zhongnanshan and others, these monks, despite fighting and killing, are actually very knowledgeable and knowledgeable.

With these intellectuals doing things, Miaohan was finally able to put her talents to use, and in an instant she established a system of government orders, managed all kinds of personnel affairs in an orderly manner, and recorded all kinds of harvests.

Yuan Fu was just confused: "You treat me as a minor official?"

He is one of the three most powerful men, one of the supreme elders of the Lushan Immortal Sect, and he is also an expert. He thought he was working for Emperor Yan, but instead he sent out three heads and six arms, all magic weapons, to conquer the cave.

As a result, after Miaohan gave several orders, he was actually asked to serve as a clerk and scribe to help identify the functions of various elixirs and coordinate them in the records.

"What's wrong?" Yan Nu looked back at him.

"Uh..." Yuan Fu looked at Yan Nu's left green dragon and right white tiger with a kind smile on his face...

I couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and quickly said: "Nothing... I mean, if there is a shortage of clerks, I can have more than ten thousand people!"

"Oh? Okay, okay! Break it up quickly." Yan Nu said with a smile.

The Yuan Fu quickly sealed the secret, and in an instant countless afterimages scattered from his body, falling everywhere like brilliant lights.

Suddenly ten thousand yuan talisman dharma bodies appeared. His soul was so powerful that even after splitting into ten thousand parts, he was calm and calm.

Of course, this move is not very useful in actual combat at the same level, but if you do ordinary work and cast some ordinary spells, there is no problem at all, and your combat power can even be comparable to that of the Golden Body Stage.

Even the powerful master of the renewal period was so honest, not to mention the other monks. Everyone immediately took action in an organized manner under Miaohan's command.

In order to facilitate statistics, Miaohan asked Yan Slave to throw all the trophies out after symbiosis.

So much so that a plain was filled up!

It is really as majestic as rivers, lakes and seas, the pearls and treasures reflect the sky, and the vitality and spiritual light fill the surroundings, making people feel relaxed and happy when they smell it.

Wu Xuzi almost cried: "I'll do it! I can! I can!"

"What can you do?" Miaohan said with a smile.

Wu Xuzi said excitedly: "Let me do the statistics and make sure that no one is missed! I will give you a clear account of everything!"

Miao Han agreed, and Wu Xuzi immediately pounced on him.

As it was not enough for him alone, Miaohan asked Yuan Fu to take stock. Yuan Fu was the most knowledgeable person here. There was nothing in the world of cultivation that he did not know.

"It's so hard! Isn't this an ordinary Lihen flower? How can it be so tough!" During the conditioning process, an immortal monk discovered that these cultivation resources were unusual.

An ordinary spiritual grass looks weak and feels soft, but it can withstand huge force without being damaged.

Someone tried it, and not even the power of law could destroy a small flower.

"Hiss!" Yuan Fu was shocked: "All these materials are as indestructible as Xing...as indestructible as Emperor Yan?"

"Then...how else to eat?"

Miao Han smiled: "That's why I want the Shennong Cauldron..."

"The only thing you need to do when sorting is to record their functions in detail. It will be of great use to me."

"By the way, the previous batch of Qing hermits can also be released to do things... uh..."

Miaohan looked at Luo Yan and saw him holding Yu Qinghong's body with a gloomy expression.

Someone died in this battle, but the devil is used to sacrifices.

"Yu Qinghong is really dead? Can't he be defeated?"

Luo Yan shook his head and said: "He did not choose to fight. In fact, he told me a long time ago that if one day his master wants to kill him, he will not fight back."

Miao Han frowned. With Yu Qinghong's ability, he could have survived under the head of Lushan Mountain.

But the master is like his father, and Yu Qinghong's inner filial piety made him choose to sit back and wait for death.

Miaohan can completely understand that kind of entanglement and helplessness. Righteousness and family sometimes run counter to each other. In that kind of suffering, death can be the only way to escape.

The same was true for Miaohan. The shackles were so deep-rooted that before the Tufa clan destroyed the Zhu family, there were some thoughts that Miaohan didn't even dare to think about...

If Yan Nu had not kidnapped her from the Zhu family, she would have committed suicide long ago. This is also due to the fact that the culture of respecting ancestors is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

"Oh, I almost forgot. I collected a piece of his remnant soul, you guys have a look." Yan Nu heard this and flew over.

The artistic conception unfolds, releasing a wisp of Yu Qinghong’s remaining soul.

Everyone was shocked, what? There is still a remnant soul?

Then you are not completely dead, as long as you replenish your soul and return it to your physical body, you can return to the world.

"Qinghong! How are you?" Yu Anli quickly reached out his consciousness and asked anxiously.

Qinghong replied vaguely: "I'm in the underworld..."

"What hell? You are in my artistic conception space." Yan Nu said.
To be continued...