In the mountainous area of ​​Qicheng, there is a hill with greenery and clouds and mist. A giant dragon can be seen lying on it, appearing and hiding from time to time, swallowing clouds and spitting mist, like a painting of ancient mythology.

That's right, this dragon was transformed by the old man...

It no longer lives in the previous farm villa, and no one is waiting for it anyway.

This hill was just opened up by a group of hired giant rats, which was winding and long, at least ten kilometers deep, and could accommodate the huge dragons. It could live comfortably in warm winters and cool summers.

Fang Ning looked at this scene through the perspective of the system and couldn't help but complain: "Fan Chuan, are you going to be a dragon completely? Don't want to be a human being anymore?"

"What do you know? "The Dragon Transformation Art" has entered the myth level. I want to experience the mystery of the dragon body at all times to prepare for upgrading to the ancient level. This improvement of this technique is different from the improvement of magic weapons. The higher the proficiency, the more it saves the consumption of experience value. If you practice diligently, you will be able to improve it for a long time, and without experience value." The old man said contemptuously.

"Oh, I don't understand, just you understand. When will the magic weapon be there, then Longteng baby go to patrol the universe and find a suitable blank planet so as to avoid being held back?" Fang Ning asked back.

"Oh, I've said a long time ago that you have to accumulate the magic power of a Death Bubble to teleport for a hundred light years. Have you accumulated it?" The old man said disdainfully.

"I should ask you, where is the money you have?" Fang Ning said depressedly.

"Now, even if you have money, you can't buy mana. I just asked Robert and the White Stone Clan leader. They said that they received a notice issued by the Executive Committee of the Human Community that all mana deposits should be used as strategic reserves and arbitrary large-scale lending and withdrawals are prohibited." The old man said angrily.

"Uh, what should I do?" Fang Ning couldn't help but feel a headache.

"Let's have a cold salmon, we can't be evil dragons, we can learn from the ghost world to rob humans." The old man sighed.

"Uh, of course this is not possible. By the way, why don't you personally seal the giant tripod incident for them? There must be a lot of thank you gifts." Fang Ning suddenly raised this question.

"Why don't you go?" the old man asked back.

"I don't know..." Fang Ning said with confidence, "Those sealing methods make me feel a headache."

"Yes, it doesn't take any good time to watch it, and there's no need to worry about it," said the old man contempt. "I didn't say just now. I want to spend my time practicing the "Dragon Transformation Art". I can't waste a slight amount of time. Besides, the giant cauldron is not a fatal threat. I can't lose big because of a small amount. If I get a stronger opponent again, if I don't improve in time because of wasting time, I will finish playing together."

"You spent one trillion yuan to improve the Divine Sword treasure and still had 5300 billion yuan in experience value. Isn't it enough to improve the Dragon Transformation Art?" Fang Ning said unbelievable.

"Not enough," said the old man with confidence, "Do you think this perfect level mythical level martial art is so easy to improve? This is the core martial art. If it is upgraded to the ancient level, there will be a qualitative change."

"Oh, so that's how it is..." Fang Ning, as a poor student, had to do whatever the academic master said. He couldn't understand anyway, and the gap was getting bigger and bigger. He had long died of catching up with the old man's thoughts in practicing martial arts.

He had no choice but to say, "Since that's the case, you are busy practicing your martial arts. I will remotely control other people's work through the Heavenly Book Baby and coordinate the overall situation."

"This is almost the same. Don't bother me if you have nothing to do." The old man drove Fang Ning away like a flies.

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The secret realm of inheritance, the world of oriental buildings, next to the giant bronze tripod.

A group of lake-level practitioners are busy working around the giant cauldron.

Apart from that, there is no one else nearby.

According to previous information, only practitioners at the lake level or above can resist the curse of the giant cauldron.

This scene once again stimulated many people and decided to speed up their cultivation again.

But they didn't know that the cultivation speed was already very fast, and it was the favor of the world during the period of destruction. The cultivation was smooth and not attacked by external demons, so that the entry could be so fast.

You should know that according to the sayings of the ghosts and demons, lake-level magic power is equivalent to a thousand years of cultivation, and sea-level is equivalent to a thousand years of cultivation.

This thousand years and ten thousand years are the cultivation speed of those top-quality ghosts and demons.

Demons regard power as their utmost and will never use inferior demons with garbage qualifications as the standard for measuring their magic power.

Ren Ruofeng, Dean Xu, a white old man, a black wizard, and various cultivators are casting spells in an orderly manner according to the sealing methods.

Golden signs were stamped on the giant tripod like chains.

But the giant tripod remained unmoved, and the yin energy was not weakened at all, and it seemed to be unmoving.

Everyone looked calm and just worked step by step.

From time to time, a curse appears on the edge of a certain practitioner. At this time, a reserve must replace it. After contacting the curse, take turns.

Some people looking out from afar could not help but whisper.

From a distance, those lake-level practitioners were like ants, while the bronze cauldron looked like an elephant.

Their work is like an ants tied a straw rope to an elephant...

"Can this kind of seal work?"

"Since it comes from two great masters, there should be no problem."

"The sealing method is no problem, but the sealing people have problems. They have only been practicing for 10 or 20 years, or even only a few years. How can such a foundation be compared with the ghost world that has been incredibly many years?" A middle-aged man with wrinkles on his face, who was crushed by life, shook his head and sighed.

"Uncle, speak quietly, be careful that the management chip will judge you as a surrender faction and re-educate it." Someone reminded in a low voice.

"Oh, what uncle? I'm only 35 years old?" the middle-aged man replied in disappointment, "I'm not a surrender or a pro-war faction, I'm a real faction. That's the truth. Those strong people have a profound cultivation and can withstand curses. Of course, they have to say what to do when fighting to the end. We people cannot resist it. This is different from the previous war model. There is no such thing as the front line and the back. It is a model for the whole people to encounter enemies. It's easy to talk about it, but it's harder to do it. If no one can give birth with peace of mind, how can we fight against the enemy?" the middle-aged man said incisively.

The others fell silent one after another, and the other party was right, this was the horror of the Divine Yuan Age.

Even World War II, which was the largest, most casualties, and the most affected in human history, still had a large rear, and most people were able to produce weapons, train soldiers in a safe place, and finally go to the battlefield.

However, now, it is difficult to achieve the mobilization of the whole nation and retreat to the secret realm of inheritance. As a result, the people threw the source of curse directly in their hearts, and their side could only passively defend themselves. This war situation is too passive.

Passive to the point where many people are desperate, they may win one day in the future, but many people have to survive every day in fear.

"Damn it, is there really no safe place? Do you have to spend every day in fear?" Someone thought in pain.

At this time, an old man in Taoist robe appeared mysteriously. He looked around and said to everyone: "Do you want to be safe? As long as you go home and worship this wooden sign, you will not be invaded by ghosts and demons again."

As he said that, he held a stack of sandalwood signs with magical patterns in his hand and began to distribute them to everyone.

Everyone was hesitant and dared not accept it rashly.

At this moment, an electronic sound suddenly sounded.

"Illegal personnel were detected to deceive the public and the arrest mode was implemented."

The old man with Taoist robe who was distributing wooden signs threw down the sign and was about to escape, but a few red lights fell from the sky, locking him firmly.

"Oh, I'm another fool in the old era who can't tell the status quo. Wake up," someone immediately mocked, "Now is not the loose management of the past. Any turbulence will be dealt with as soon as possible."

Not long after, several tall robots appeared and took the bewitching old man away, including the wooden signs he distributed.

"What's the old man's hair?" someone said curiously.

"What do you care about that? I guess it's some miscellaneous fish from the upper realm. I want to take advantage of the invasion of the ghost world and get a share of the pie." Someone said disdainfully.

"It seems that the current management model is still useful, otherwise it will only add chaos."

"Now it is a jungle society, where big fish eat small fish, small fish eat shrimp..."

"Then are we eaten shrimps? It's so pitiful."
Chapter completed!