Pingyuan City, the headquarters of the super tycoon Qin family, the night is soft and various aircraft are flying in the sky.
Wang Xuan came, feeling somewhat worried about Chen Yongjie, so he came to support him secretly. After all, a large number of descendants of the immortals had appeared now, and it was hard to say that they had no ideas about the conch.
Skyscrapers rise into the sky, one after another, and the city gardens are like large tracts of primeval forests, with lakes and rivers. The whole city is modern, full of technology, and has fresh natural scenery.
At night, Wang Xuan came to a hotel not far from the Qin family manor, stood in front of the window and looked there.
Chen Yongjie said that he had made a deal with the Qin family to extend Qin Hongyuan's life by twenty years. Old man Qin agreed immediately and decisively, and let him go to get the conch that was gradually becoming impossible to approach.
"I made a deal using the Earthly Immortal Spring..." Old Chen informed the details.
Moreover, he reminded Wang Xuan that he could use the Earthly Immortal Spring as its effect was weakening.
Wang Xuan stood in front of the window, looking at the night sky, holding a cup, and sipped the Earth Fairy Spring mixed with extraordinary royal jelly. The effect was indeed a little weak.
If this supermatter is not preserved in the fragments of the blessed land, it will become ineffective within three days.
But now that the world is correcting its mistakes, all super-matter is drying up and decaying, and the efficacy of the immortal spring stored in the fragments of the blessed land is also weakening.
Wang Xuan felt that in addition to leaving some for his parents and friends and keeping enough food for himself, he could indeed consider making a deal.
"I didn't expect that the extraordinary power would decline so quickly. In a few months, the Earthly Immortal Spring will become an ordinary spring."
The amount of Earthly Immortal Spring on him was not small. He had taken away two squares of it, about 4,000 kilograms. Although Grandmaster Ma drank a lot and Zhao Qinghan also consumed some of it for beauty care, there was still too much left.
After dividing the portion with Old Chen, plus Wang Xuan’s own squandering, it is conservatively estimated that there are still more than 2,500 kilograms of blessed land fragments left.
Wang Xuan sighed. He originally wanted to use the Earth Fairy Spring to survive the dry period after the collapse of the myth, but now this wish has been dashed!
Under the night sky, the Qin family made some loud movements. A light golden glow rose up, dyeing the sky peaceful and sacred. It was the Buddha's light shining everywhere!
Wang Xuan listened carefully. There were bursts of Zen chanting with a grand sound. Golden words flew up and reflected in the air, illuminating the heaven and earth.
It was originally a dark night, but the Qin family's secret vault was completely shrouded in golden Buddha light.
Wang Xuan looked at that place. Old Chen was making quite a lot of noise, but this only further demonstrated the horror of the snow-white conch and it was very difficult to collect.
Of course, it was not entirely due to the conch. The Qin family's secret vault was almost entirely filled with antiques related to Buddhism. There were a dazzling array of Buddhist artifacts everywhere.
The twelve pages of gold-leafed Sakyamuni Sutra are also there.
Wang Xuan's pupils sparkled as he saw a winged human flying across the night sky and into the Qin family. With a whoosh, he piloted the flying boat and rushed over in an instant.
Silently, he put away the dark gold flying boat and stepped into the Qin family manor for a formal visit.
"Brother Wang!" Qin Hong was quite enthusiastic when he saw that he came uninvited. He called him brother, pulled his arm and invited him in.
Wang Xuan was so disgusting. It would be fine if he didn't know who he was, but the damn Qin Hong looked down on practitioners and called them warriors behind their backs, but was so warm in front of others.
In fact, Qin Hong is not so fake now. In the past few days, he has been constantly receiving weasel spirits, tiger spirits, fox spirits, descendants of immortals, etc. He is really a little tired. When he sees a normal human being, he feels particularly close to him.
Sure enough, many people came to the secret library. Some of them were obviously different because their vertical eyes between their eyebrows opened and closed like lightning.
Some of these creatures have wings and flowing light, and they look quite extraordinary.
Most descendants of true immortals and demon immortals are relatively normal, no different from ordinary people. Their dress and appearance are also very modern, even trendy.
At the entrance to the secret library, Lao Chen was wearing a cassock and holding a silver bowl, with an outstanding temperament!
He recited the Sakyamuni Sutra, and brilliant golden light flowed throughout his body. The Buddha's light covered his short hair. He looked like... a young monk!
Some people were competing with him for the treasure. Among them were aliens and humans. All of them were very young. They were all chanting scriptures, trying to attract the snow-white conch shell to themselves.
This is Wen Dou, using spiritual energy to communicate with the conch, trying to lead the way over!
There is no doubt that Lao Chen currently has an absolute advantage. The methods practiced by these people are incompatible with the rune energy emitted by the conch.
Even if someone has practiced Buddhist scriptures, it is definitely not as good as the Sakyamuni Sutra practiced by Lao Chen, which has the same origin as the snow-white conch!
"It's boring and flowery. It doesn't seem like what a cultivator would do. Isn't it always through fighting that the owner of a treasure is decided? Mr. Chen, let's duel!"
Some people were getting impatient because the snow-white conch shell was floating towards Lao Chen, getting closer and closer.
This man has a pointed chin, high cheekbones and yellow eyebrows. He should be an alien, but he does have a lot of blood and energy, and is a master.
"Huang Ming, you are not predestined with Buddha and have not practiced Buddhism. You'd better retreat." Old Chen looked solemn, wearing a cassock and had a kind look.
"Who said that? There is a Yellow-browed Immortal in Journey to the West. Isn't he from Buddhism? You see, I also have yellow eyebrows, so I naturally have a connection with Buddha." Huang Ming shook his head. No matter how he looked at him, he looked like a weasel spirit.
In fact, he really was. The descendants of the immortals next to him were muttering, how could a Wong Tai Sin pretend to be a Buddhist!
Wang Xuan read it again and again. This guy is quite interesting. He has mastered Journey to the West in just a few days?
He couldn't just sit there and watch. There were at least ten people fighting with Chen Yongjie. If Chen was distracted, Faluo might really be taken away by others.
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