Chapter 1429: Spiritual Stone of the Divine Literature Society

That night, Tianfeng had more than a thousand casualties, and the fire in the underground city burned a lot of property.

If it is not compared with the losses of the attackers, it can definitely be called a tragedy.

But the imperial military officials are very clear that no matter from which aspect, the empire has made a profit.

Needless to say, how much money would it cost to buy a life above the Supreme... or how many lives?

But when the empire promotes it, it will definitely call it a tragedy, because that will show the innocence of the empire.

What Qu Jianlei can't stand the most is that the empire's propaganda will emphasize that the hostile forces are trying to rob a certain scientific research result of the empire.

It's better to say directly that it was the digital phantom that led people here instead of talking about a certain result!

So the tragedy was caused by us... Is this the logic?

Qu Jianlei knows that the empire has a need for propaganda, but he always feels that his team is suspected of taking the blame!

Forget it, let the innocent be innocent and the turbid be turbid. As a wanted criminal, didn't he live well for so many years?

The three supremes searched for five days, and then the blockade ended.

As for the results, the authorities said that there are still suspects at large, and it is not convenient to announce the case for the time being.

In short, it was released, and it didn't take too long. The only regret is that the harvest was a little...

Well, there is no need to regret it. Now the price of a magic weapon has soared to more than one trillion.

When Jing Yuexin bought the Soul-Suppressing Bell, it only cost tens of billions. The price of magic weapons has really skyrocketed.

However, everyone was not in a hurry to leave the basement, but set up a rain-praying formation again.

Two days later, it rained lightly, and everyone came out.

As expected, there are still people observing, but they are hiding in the dark, and ordinary people can't feel it.

Qu Jianlei discussed with everyone and decided to stay here for four or five days before leaving.

It is easy to be targeted if you leave in a hurry after being released.

Now that the main force of the team is here, there is nothing to worry about, but it is easy to become a fishing trip.

Anyway, as long as you don't leave, basically no one will check your identity when you walk around Hongyuan City.

Qu Jianlei simply gave everyone a day off, and they formed teams to wander around freely. Anyway, even if there was an accident, Jia Shuiqing would be able to find it in time.

He didn't care who he was in a group with. On a rainy day like this, it was pretty good to walk alone on the street and get wet in the rain.

However, Jing Yuexin said, "Boss, you can't go shopping alone. This is irresponsible to the team... I'll accompany you."

The others dispersed at once, and no one objected.

The two walked leisurely on the street, ignoring the drizzle in the sky, and listened to the rustling sound of the rain falling on the ground.

As they walked, Jing Yuexin suddenly said, "For a while, I hated rain... especially when it was a garbage planet."

"Who doesn't hate rain?" Qu Jianlei's mouth twitched. Please, that wasn't acid rain, it was radiation rain.

"Well," Jing Yuexin nodded, "So now... I'm starting to like it again."

Is it the person who likes to accompany you in the rain? Qu Jianlei believes that he is not a pure straight man.

He wondered whether he should make his words clearer and how to grasp the scale.

The next moment, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he said in a deep voice, "Isn't Lai Rhine going to join? Go tell her that I agree."

However, Jing Yuexin had cooperated with him for too long and was not moved at all. Instead, she asked calmly, "Is it very difficult?"

"Not necessarily," Qu Jianlei shook his head, "I didn't want to tell you that someone is targeting me... or you."

It was a mysterious feeling that was difficult to describe in words.

He didn't feel obvious malice, but hiding in the dark and quietly targeting people, this behavior couldn't be considered good intentions, right?

Now that he was separated from Jing Yuexin, he could better judge who the other party was targeting.

As for their safety...to be honest, he really didn't think there was any problem.

It's not that the Supreme must be invincible, but if you want to kill people of their level, you really can't choose a habitable planet.

Especially since this is a future planet, if there is a little noise, it's really not easy to bury 18 million people.

In short, he could feel that there was an unknown existence plotting against him.

It may not necessarily be a bad thing, but it is probably not a very good thing.

Just like the spirit of the weapon summoned him from afar and threw him into the sky, who can determine whether it is a good thing or a bad thing?

He didn't want Jing Yuexin to be in danger, so he sent her away first.

If the other party targeted Jing Yuexin, he would be able to see clearly as a bystander and would be able to act faster.

"I understand," Jing Yuexin nodded slightly, pointed diagonally in front of her, pretending that she intended to go there.

This is the habit of the imperial people, without those artificial entanglements, and they can transform into warriors at any time.

No matter how many questions there are, they will be discussed after the battle. The battle is imminent, and they will never talk about those unnecessary things.

At this moment, a divine consciousness came from Qu Jianlei's mind, "Why do I feel that someone is calculating the secrets of heaven?"

It was not someone else, but Yi He, who rarely spoke.

His main soul lived in the coke, but a wisp of soul was separated and placed on the wrist guard on Qu Jianlei's left hand.

The wrist guard was made of soul-nourishing wood, and it would not easily let him lose his soul.

"Is this really a secret?" Qu Jianlei asked calmly, "Senior, are you sure?"

"It's a 20% possibility," Yi He replied without hesitation, "The secrets of heaven are so elusive, it's hard to calculate, and even harder to feel!"

Qu Jianlei couldn't help but be stunned, "But you are already a Nascent Soul, so you can't count it?"

Yi He replied coldly, "You are also a Nascent Soul, and you only have a little feeling!"

"What kind of Nascent Soul am I?" Qu Jianlei sighed helplessly, "I am a lonely ghost who grew up in this world!"

"But I'm also a casual cultivator!" Yi He replied quietly.

"And look at my current state, am I worthy of being called Nascent Soul?"

"As long as you are alive, there is hope," Qu Jianlei replied calmly, "Now... let's find out?"

"Then let's check it out," Yi He said casually, "I'm a little curious about what's going on with this secret."

After Qu Jianlei and Jing Yuexin separated, they walked forward at right angles.

At this time, more than ten kilometers away, there was a large 12-story dome building, covering an area of ​​more than 100,000 square meters, in the shape of a disk.

Buildings of this height will be seen everywhere in the future, but in terms of floor area, they are indeed a bit scary.

At the dome on the twelfth floor, there is a room of more than 200 square meters, filled with various equipment.

The walls of the room are all covered with projection screens, projecting the surrounding scenery.

If you don't look carefully, you would think that the room is surrounded by floor-to-ceiling windows.

A skinny old man stood in a corner of the room, looking directly at a large screen erected in front of him.

There was a round table in front of him, exuding a faint luster of alloy, with an octagonal plate embedded in the center of the round table.

The plate is neither gold nor stone. It looks old and has Bagua and Tai Chi patterns on it.

The big screen the old man was looking at was an aerial view of Hongyuan City, with light beams constantly scanning it.

"Alas," he sighed softly and spoke in a deep voice, "It's still not enough, keep investing in spiritual stones."

Behind him stood three men and one woman, all of whom were of the highest cultivation level.

If any members of the Divine Literary Society saw it, they would be surprised to find that four of the seven giants in the society were here.

But looking at their positions, you can tell that the old man's status is obviously higher.

A burly supreme man walked aside and opened two sealed boxes, "Is two hundred dollars enough?"

The old man frowned slightly, "At least one thousand yuan. If you are reluctant to part with it, then I will leave."

The burly Supreme glanced at his three companions and found that no one responded, so he silently opened eight more boxes.

If Qu Jianlei were present, he would be surprised to find that there are a hundred boxes containing a hundred spiritual stones.

There are only ten boxes left that have not yet been opened.

Is the empire short of spiritual stones? There is a real shortage, but now nine thousand yuan has been used in this room.

The light spots on the big screen continued to scan, and then the fan-shaped area became larger and larger!

The old man's brows furrowed tighter and tighter. The four supreme men behind him exchanged glances, and they could all see the heavy look in each other's eyes.

The spirit stone was sent into a machine by a conveyor belt, and the machine made an extremely slight motor sound.

After a while, the old man sighed softly and raised his hands to perform the ritual.

It was obviously a very relaxed hand, but it became heavier and heavier when he pinched it, and he even couldn't help but release a little breath.

The four supreme beings behind him quietly took a few steps back - they really couldn't resist the aura of the supreme beings.

After a while, the old man's forehead began to sweat, and his face became paler.

It lasted for about ten minutes. After finishing a set of hand techniques, he lowered his arms and let out a long breath, "It's getting harder and harder..."

"But this luck... is so strange! Could it be..."

No one answered his words, the atmosphere in the room was extremely solemn, and even the air seemed to be frozen.

After half an hour, the sound of the machine's motor became softer and quieter, gradually reducing to a faint sound.

The old man shook his head dejectedly, "The consumption is even greater, we can't continue."

The four people behind him looked at each other, and one of them, a middle-aged man, said, "Sir, there are still a thousand spiritual stones."

"Save it," the old man said expressionlessly, "Another ten thousand yuan won't be enough."

The female supreme said tentatively, "Then...is twenty thousand yuan enough?"

The old man looked at her indifferently and said, "For this little thing, 20,000 spiritual stones are needed...does your divine writing skills have that many spiritual stones?"

"Not much," the woman replied in a deep voice, "But isn't the spiritual stone just for use on the blade?"

If Da Vinci saw this scene, he would probably vomit blood.

He could clearly know that he had one hundred and thirty-five spiritual stones left, which was really not enough compared to this handiwork.

The power of individuals and organizations is really incomparable.

However, this was a decision made only after the Big Seven met. They believed that this incident was very serious.

The old man shook his head, "You can afford it, but I can't afford it... Let's stop this matter."