Chapter 118: Debt-Free, Lighthearted, and Finally a Wedding Dress
When the capital of the gods changed dramatically, people in Yulong Valley stayed up all night and drank wine. Read
After working and living together for a year, everyone became more familiar with each other.
Dongyan, with Xiaoman's encouragement, Qin Bai and the others tacitly agreed to bring various fruit wines and rice wines from the warehouse.
After drinking bowl after bowl of sweet and refreshing wine, a group of women of all ages relaxed, chatting and laughing, and the small hut was noisy.
Even the dazed Saranzhu was stuffed with a bowl of rice wine and fruit wine by Xiaoman, and drank it all up.
A satisfied smile appeared on his calm face, and he looked more like a real idiot.
Gu Ke just used the Wuxiang Sutra to make himself a background board, sipping a sip of rice wine from time to time, and watching the women playing with a smile.
Everything in front of him was like when he was a child, when the adults and children at home were noisy and noisy, and he could share a share of the joy by hiding aside and not participating.
When his parents left, he spent the New Year alone, and the only sound he could hear was the Spring Festival Gala on TV.
Speaking of which, these two New Year's Eves in the valley were the rare festivals he spent with others in more than ten years.
As the night deepened, the women were knocked down by the mellow wine again, and Qin Bai and his wife were no exception.
Only Gu Ke had the Wuxiang Zhenjing to protect his body, and he was just a little tipsy, so he picked them up one by one and threw them back to their bedrooms like last year.
Of course, this time the technique was much better, and Juqin's face and the eldest lady's belt escaped.
After sending the women back, he stood alone by the stone platform, and the heavy snow in the dark night could not stop his mind.
The women who fell asleep drunk, such as Qin Bai and his wife, were quiet and peaceful, while Juqin and Xiaoman rolled around and lay on their backs.
The same thing was that their mental states were very stable. The wine produced by Xiantian made them completely relaxed, and their spirits were ethereal and clear, spotless.
Some plants were dormant under the snow, and some were still thriving.
The crops in the fairy fields are full of vitality and continue to grow.
Gu Ke smiled, feeling a sense of harvest.
He looked at the system, where several prompts had been refreshed.
There are people from Xiongjia Village, Lijiagou, Liangshan Village, and even Wang Xiaomai, Xiaoping'er's cousin in Yanhu Village.
These people who have received the grace of Shennong seem to have a good life this year.
That's why they are grateful to Shennong and send soul sources on this reunion night.
Unfortunately, Liangshan Village has a short time, and there are few people at Wang Xiaomai's place.
Only Xiongjia Village and Lijiagou have accumulated 10 units of soul sources again, and each has condensed a cause and effect coin.
Gu Ke took out two cause and effect coins, rubbed them on his fingertips, felt their thoughts, and roughly knew the situation there.
He couldn't help but smile: "This is the first year, so I'll give you a little gift."
Thinking of this, he flicked his fingers lightly.
Two purple-gold cause-and-effect coins rolled slowly in the air, and at the same time turned into golden light, disappearing into the void in two directions.
Instantly, they appeared in the small valley of Lijiagou, Xiongjia Village, thousands of miles away.
Golden lines shot into the bodies of Xiong Lao Dad and his people, as well as the orphans of Lijiagou.
The complete version of the systematic martial arts Iron Body appeared in his mind, and Shennong's old voice echoed together: "Heaven rewards hard work, New Year's Eve blesses, keep up the good work, and don't forget your original intention."
Not to mention how excited and happy the people in these two places were, Gu Ke, who gave a small gift, also settled the wages of Bai Suqing and the two children, and suddenly felt free of debt.
After washing up, it was the hour of Hai. He was alone now, and he was too lazy to stay up all night, so he went to bed.
There was only the whistling night wind blowing on Yulong Peak, until a certain moment, the five hundred years of the Dawu calendar officially arrived.
At the base of the Wuzu statue in the Ancestral Mausoleum, a long and narrow crack meanders down to a secret room several dozen feet underground under the Jade Dragon Peak.
The secret room is surrounded by huge and thick mountain rock layers, almost isolated from the outside world. Several night-shining pearls on the surrounding cave walls emit a bright green light.
The huge stone platform in the middle of the secret room is quite eerie.
Suddenly, a burst of water flow caused the mechanism to make a sound, and several vents opened, and the water flow brought a large amount of fresh air from the outside.
After a while, the stone platform cracked open with a rumble, and a figure sat up and slowly opened his eyes, with two dark red flames shining in it.
He lowered his head, raised one hand, and just gently squeezed it, the air made a rumbling explosion, and a circle of air waves spread outward.
After a while, the echo in the secret room disappeared, and the man suddenly laughed: "Hahaha, hahaha, breaking through the three rounds, connecting the sky and the earth. Above the Martial Saint, the realm of the Martial God, I succeeded."
As soon as the thought came, a dark red blood pill came out of the body, turned from virtual to real, and floated in front of him.
The man's face was excited and intoxicated: "Using people as a medium and blood as a pill, it can not only reduce the invasion of the demon's power, but also take its source for its own use. I, Zhao Guangtian, have a peerless talent."
Just when Zhao Guangtian was self-intoxicated and satisfied, densely packed translucent light spots suddenly appeared in the void of the secret room.
The light spots were originally colorless, but they were reflected red by the dark red light of the blood pill, and then connected into a light wheel like a spiral of the Milky Way with the blood pill as the center.
Their appearance was extremely strange, and even the owner of the blood pill didn't have time to react for a while.
When he felt something was wrong, he took back the blood pill instantly, but he was shocked to find that these cantilever-like light spots did not dissipate.
They ignored his strong body and sank into his body along with the blood pill, connecting to his Martial God Blood Pill.
Zhao Guangtian couldn't help but curse: "Gan Limu! What kind of weird thing is this?"
As soon as he thought of it, the blood in his body transformed into dragons and snakes, biting at the cantilever light spot.
At the same time, a dark red, half-real and half-virtual ghost body emerged from his body and wrapped around the spiral light wheel outside his body.
The spiral light wheel seemed to exist in another space, and was not disturbed by his blood and ghost body at all, and it rotated on its own.
When Zhao Guangtian saw that it was ineffective, he immediately suppressed his anger and patiently observed the cantilever light wheel.
He found that the ends of its cantilever were all faintly pointing to the top of the secret room, that is, the Yulong Peak Ancestral Mausoleum Hall. With a thought, he drove the ghost body to drill up along the gap to check.
Then, the accident happened again.
The dark red ghost body was blocked by an invisible barrier before it reached the narrow gap.
Zhao Guangtian did not believe in evil, drove the ghost body, increased the force and rushed several times: Huh? I can't get out.
He frowned and turned to the exit passage left, raised his hand and punched.
Bang!
With a slight muffled sound, the huge stone that served as the gate did not shake at all, and even the stone skin did not fall off a bit.
Zhao Guangtian's eyes widened: How can this be! I am a martial god! Even with the strength of a martial saint before falling asleep, I can still break a huge stone of dozens of feet with one punch!
He didn't know that his attack was exactly the same as the one Miss Qin hit the entrance stone gate.
Miss Qin was a seventh-turn martial master, and he had surpassed the ninth-turn martial saint and called himself a martial god, but... there was no difference.
Whether his fist, blood, or strange body, it had no effect.
This underground secret room that he had built was now wrapped in an invisible barrier, and it could not be damaged at all, and he could not leave.
After the initial disbelief and anger, he noticed something more terrible-the spiral light wheel was constantly extracting blood from the blood pill.
For Zhao Guangtian, who had the body of a martial god, the speed of blood extraction was still bearable, but ordinary martial masters would be drained dry in a few days.
He stopped decisively, using his martial god body, the ghost body and blood qi to absorb external energy and replenish the lost blood qi.
But in this way, he could not do anything except absorbing energy and replenishing blood qi.
And why is the extraction of blood qi similar to the effect of blood sacrifice! Zhao Guangtian was shocked and suspicious: Could it be that some unfilial descendants discovered his plan and secretly changed the blood sacrifice formation of Yulong Valley to deal with him in turn?
Maybe it was true, otherwise why was there no ghost body he released to patrol in the valley?
But how did these filial descendants find the core of the earth vein where he was, and change the blood sacrifice formation without his knowledge?
How do you know that it is him, the martial ancestor, under the stone platform, instead of some martial ancestor blood pill?
And how do you know that he has a way to use his direct blood descendants to be reborn in a shell, and in turn restrict him?
No matter how angry and suspicious Zhao Guangtian was, he could only sigh and sit cross-legged back on the stone platform.
The behavior of trying to vent just now consumed a lot of blood qi.
In the outside world, he has countless ways to replenish his blood and energy, but here he can only rely on the body of the God of War to absorb the energy of the two worlds of demons and ghosts from the void.
If you want to go out, you have to maintain your condition, otherwise you will only get weaker and weaker.
At the moment when Zhao Guangtian woke up in the underground secret room, the system suddenly showed a prompt: "The transformation of the energy supply core of the Xiuxian player system is completed."
When he released the blood pill, the system prompted: "The energy supply core is loading."
When he was angry and attacked the invisible barrier, the system prompted: "The energy supply core is operating normally, the soul source is sufficient, the player's Void Great Freedom and Formless Sutra has reached level 100, and the system has started automatic upgrade."
The system prompt is not a mandatory "alarm clock". It will automatically switch to a record bar when Gu Ke falls asleep, so it did not wake him up.
After the automatic upgrade started, the system building on Yulong Peak was wrapped in a layer of bright golden light and floated up.
The ground and the fairy field were shrouded in gray light, which seemed illusory.
The sun rose and the moon set, the snow melted, and the golden gray light on the system building and the fairy field never disappeared.
If someone was watching from outside, they would see that the entire Yulong Valley, including the outer circle of cliffs and mountains, was covered with a layer of fog.
The fog became thicker and thicker until a month later, it suddenly disappeared into the void.
As the fog disappeared, the Yulong Valley also disappeared, replaced by another section of the Yulong Mountains behind the valley.
In early February, Zhao Heng, who was wearing a gray robe and a bamboo hat, stood here.
He first searched back and forth at the foot of the mountain several times, and from time to time he took out the royal secret map to compare, muttering: "No, the map shows that the Ancestral Tomb Hall is here."
"It doesn't make sense. There is no place like Yulong Valley and Yulong Peak within hundreds of miles around."
"What's going on?"
The Ancestral Tomb Hall is located in the Yulong Mountains in the extreme west of the Western Wilderness Country, tens of thousands of miles away from the Zhongting Divine Capital.
Zhao Heng has never been to the Ancestral Tomb Hall, but the Zhenfu Division sends a group of special people for blood sacrifice every ten years, but never mentions anything unusual.
The assistant envoy of the Zhenfu Division who escorted the former "Crown Princess" here two years ago was his most trusted confidant and could not possibly deceive him.
Now that the Jade Dragon Valley has disappeared, the Jade Dragon Peak inside and the Ancestral Mausoleum Hall on the peak are nowhere to be seen.
If he can't find the Ancestral Mausoleum Hall, where can he get the blood pill left by the Martial Ancestor?
Without the blood pill, how can he be promoted to the Martial Saint?
If he can't become the Martial Saint, how can he take back the throne and power that he was forced to give up?
Zhao Heng felt like he was going crazy.
He didn't give up and didn't leave immediately, but circled here and headed west to look for it.
It wasn't until two years later that he encountered a powerful Snow Eagle Demon King deep in the Jade Dragon Mountains, with several demon generals under his command.
The other party ignored the rules of the world and swarmed him, beating him and almost killing him on the spot.
Suffering severe injuries, Zhao Heng fled in embarrassment.
After lying in a cave in a snowy mountain for several months, reflecting on what he had done in the past two years, he suddenly woke up.
After his injuries got better, he left the sad place of Yulong Mountains.
When he finally left, he passed by the place where the Jade Dragon Valley should have existed.
After staring at the unfamiliar mountains for a moment, Zhao Heng snorted coldly and walked away: "It is better to ask for help than to ask for help from others. One day, I will be able to become a Martial Saint and rule the Martial Arts."
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While Zhao Heng was frantically searching for the Ancestral Mausoleum Palace, the Jade Dragon Valley, which disappeared into the void, remained silent.
The system buildings and fairy fields suspended on the Jade Dragon Peak are shrouded in golden light.
Under the integration of the small hut, the core of the player's residence in the system, they form an organic whole.
The newly emerged energy supply cores continuously provide energy, going back and forth between them, flowing endlessly, pushing them to higher levels bit by bit.
This process is not fast, but it is very stable.
The key to upgrading the system is the underground "human flesh energy supply core" Zhao Guangtian, and the blood sacrifice array he deployed in the Jade Dragon Valley, a place where natural earth veins gather, in order to break through the Martial Saint.
The system naturally incorporates the entire Yulong Valley as an appendage of the "energy supply core".
As a result, the mysterious energy from the void doubled and poured into Zhao Guangtian's body crazily.
But Zhao Guangtian didn't feel any joy at all, or it could be said that he no longer had any feelings.
He had a chance encounter in his early years and obtained the Blood Sacrifice Array, which could extract the original energy of monsters from the void (which is what the system calls the soul source) and enhance his own strength.
The soul source contains the mysterious and profound thoughts of Yaogui, and he can only absorb and transform them bit by bit.
At this moment, the system jumped out to pick peaches and immediately increased the intensity of extraction.
The soul source in the void continued to pour into Zhao Guangtian's already decayed mind and consciousness, causing it to be destroyed like a castle on the beach.
What kind of machinations, imperial hegemony, being above the martial sage, being immortal, planning for hundreds of years, and finally making wedding clothes for others.
In the end, the only thing left in the underground secret room was the body of the God of War, which operated on its own to absorb energy according to the body's instincts, becoming the energy supply core of the system.
It's not that the system is cruel, it's purely his own fault.
If it were the Martial Saint Zhao Guangtian hundreds of years ago, his mind and body belonged to him, and the system would not and could not use a living person as the energy supply core.
And for hundreds of years, using the blood sacrifice magic circle to absorb the soul source from the two realms of monsters and monsters, more than 99% of the so-called body of the God of War has been alienated. It is no longer a human body, but a "stitched monster" mixed with monsters. .