Chapter 724: The Passionate Old Antique
However, when they saw the huge black iron door erected outside the gate of the Dragon Palace and the two figures standing on it, the eyes of many old antiques suddenly turned cold.
"King Chen, do you really dare to block the door?" Someone couldn't believe it, as if it was a bit ridiculous.
"Youngster, please get out of the way quickly and don't offend everyone. You have great talent but will perish early!" someone advised with a frown.
"Haha, I'm afraid today won't end so well." Some people also looked amused, not caring about the size of the game.
As more and more powerful figures entered the scene, the overwhelming spiritual pressure suppressed the sea water in all directions by dozens of feet.
At this moment, the two people who were at the center of the storm, enduring the murderous intentions of the powerful, were more relaxed than the other.
Jiang Xiaochen had an indifferent look on his face, as cold as if he had worked on an assembly line for ten years.
Jiang Chen held a small notebook and kept writing down the names of the people who had just spoken. He also took pictures with his mobile phone to leave a visual record.
"For those who just disrespected me, I will charge you 50% mental damages. You are so ruthless, you even made me feel inferior!"
Hearing this, many old-fashioned people laughed dumbly.
"Haha, Prince Chen, do you really think it's still a few days ago?"
"The chaos of numbers, the world is changing drastically, everyone's strength is increasing day by day, and you don't even take a closer look at where everyone present has already taken!"
"Little kid, are you really that stupid? What does so many eighth-level creatures mean?"
Strength can indeed bring people confidence. Not long ago, the group of old antiques who were still timid in front of Jiang Chen and dared not say a word when all their gains were taken away, have completely stood up today, all with indifferent tones and unfathomable looks on their faces.
"I understand this. More eighth-level items mean more gains for me today. As a businessman, you are testing me on this, Lao Deng. Who are you looking down on?" Jiang Chen pointed at an old antique with a mustache with the Yin Shen Hammer.
The other person was carrying a crystal coffin about a foot in size. Inside was a small baby carved out of pink jade. A red rope was tied around its head, and it was impossible to tell whether it was a boy or a girl.
"What? You're pretending to be a vulnerable person while carrying an idiot on your back? You, Master Jiang, have low moral standards. You kill vulnerable people without mercy!"
Upon hearing this, the old man's face darkened and he said, "How disrespectful of humans and gods, young man! You will surely suffer misfortune in the future!"
Hearing this, many people around showed fear and moved away from the old man.
I didn't expect that he was the legendary "god-raiser", a very ancient profession with extraordinary origins.
The so-called god is just a respectful title. What he raised was actually "ginseng", but it was very different from the ordinary "ginseng". No one knew the specific process, but many people had heard that to cultivate a "human god", 365 babies with specific birth dates were needed.
Moreover, it is not enough for ordinary people. It must be the union of two cultivators, and it is a "spiritual baby" that contains a trace of spiritual power in its body when it is born.
Many people took a few glances and realized that the old man was unfamiliar. Maybe he was sent out specifically for the Dragon Palace. After all, the "human god" is also a kind of legendary monster. If they can get the remains of a powerful monster, it will definitely be of great use.
"No need to wait until tomorrow." Jiang Chen's calm voice sounded, making all the strong men present feel a tremendous pressure.
Many people quickly moved further away from the old man with the mustache.
They judged that the other party was a newcomer, and another reason was that he was too brave to make such a serious personal threat to the evil star.
"boom--"
An extremely powerful and evil aura descended, with overwhelming pressure that shook the heavens and the earth. An ancient crimson ghost hand from the underworld reached out from the clouds, and with a loud rumbling sound, it stroked across the sky, as if to wipe out every living thing in the world.
Everyone's eyes widened in horror.
Ninth level!
One by one, the old antiques held their life-saving cards in their hands, while some retreated far away without caring about anything.
However, the ghost hand of the underworld only targeted the old man with a mustache.
The other person's face had already turned dark.
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