The stone pillar was an unexpected surprise, but Jiang Chen actually understood that he had not yet fully understood the true purpose of this half-opened Zhitian Sacrifice item, so he could only use it reluctantly for the time being.
Only after strengthening it once can one fully trust it, because the strengthened items will establish a mysterious connection with him.
He also wondered if he could make this heavenly offering a complete spirit by strengthening it?
If this thing becomes a spirit, how powerful would it be?
By then, if three more common items of celestial sacrifice are used for the sacrifice, its specifications may be considered the top-level celestial sacrifice. It is not impossible for him to become a god right away!
However, Jiang Chen took a look at the ghost energy required for strengthening and quickly gave up the idea.
15 million.
A half-star card.
Only the first enhancement can be completed.
If this goes on for one round, he will have to pay the system for several seven-star cards.
"What a shame! This crappy system is completely inhumane. If I could get some credit, I'd be hell-bent on serving my system boss..."
Jiang Chen sighed to himself.
When he got home, the sky was already turning pale. He lay down in bed and went to sleep.
At midnight, Jiang Chen woke up slowly. Ever since he started exorcising ghosts, this seemed to have become his fixed routine. He would go out at night and come back early, and once it reached 12 o'clock midnight, he would be active most of the time.
"Is it the end?"
He was just thinking that he would have nothing to do that evening and wanted to take a nap, when he found a message popping up on the King-level exclusive page of the Underworld app.
This is the situation in the ghost prison restricted area.
Although no one went to Jiuzhou this time, a big country always has countless ways to collect intelligence, not to mention the bug of direct "deduction" by the Yuan family.
The news showed that at the beginning, several Eight-Step Kings beat up two unknown Reincarnations, forcing the two to passively defend themselves and even beg for mercy.
Of course, the so-called begging for mercy was the cold words of the man with slender limbs and a heterochromic left eye. He didn't want to waste time and let the few people disappear quickly from under his nose.
The kings were naturally not the kind of people who would fool around so easily. They felt relieved and thought that the two men must have been seriously injured by the giant ape's stick.
As a result, they attacked more ruthlessly, and every move was fatal.
At this moment, someone observed from a distance of tens of thousands of meters that the two reincarnation monks took out an object respectively.
The cold-faced young man took out a square bronze array plate.
It was at this time that everyone realized that as a formation master, he had only used a formation pen before and had never used a formation plate.
Anyone with a little common sense about formations will understand that the formation plate is the foundation.
It has even developed to the point where some formation masters rarely use formation pens, but they must have formation plates.
The man with heterochromia was still holding the heavy black iron sword, but this time, the blunt weapon was unfolded, turning into a large and ingenious mechanism that no one could understand. It spread its wings like a flamingo, emitting an unimaginable and terrifying aura.
After that, the battle became one-sided.
The cold-faced young man swung his brush on the formation board, and a heavy formation of ten thousand pounds directly pressed an Eight-Step King to the center of the earth.
The mechanical flamingo's wings danced, and the bodies of the two Eight-Step Kings were broken. The strong wind that penetrated them swept out and smashed several mountains.
Just this one blow made the kings' scalps numb.
At this time, the two reincarnations seemed not to want to use up too many cards, so they chose to leave, before grinning meaningfully at Fang Qi who was observing them from a distance.
They seemed to be aware that they were being monitored, but were oblivious to it. This was the confidence that only top-tier powers possessed. Once the divine sacrifice was over and they recovered to their full strength, any conspiracy or trickery would be in vain.
People don't care whether a group of ants are investigating them, monitoring them, or planning to kill them.
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