Zuo Mo simply didn't know how to describe his mood at this moment.
It's really...it's really...
He wasn't depressed, nor was he happy, but soon, Zuo Mo picked up his mood. Now that it had happened, no amount of random thoughts could change the facts.
Feeling the power fused together in my body, I felt a little curious. Are all ancient practitioners like this? How did they use these powers?
After thinking about it, Zuo Mo decided to look for the monster corpse, which was better than messing around without a clue.
Although Zuo Mo's behavior seemed a bit weird, everyone's worries were relieved. Soon everyone's attention turned to this terrifying sandstorm, and everyone's expression changed drastically when they talked about it.
And there is a consensus on one thing, that is, the defense of the slave ship is not enough to withstand a sandstorm of this magnitude. You know, they have just stepped into the heart of the ancient battlefield, how many dangers are waiting for them ahead?
Everyone is quite pessimistic about this issue.
Among the several slave ships, the one in the best condition was the Golden Crow, which was the slave ship where the Golden Crow Battalion was located. Since the entire Golden Crow Battalion had no combat effectiveness, they spent all their efforts on this slave ship. Others
The slave ships were all occupied by combatants. They usually focused their time on their own cultivation. The defense of the slave ships was very weak.
If the monster zombies hadn't taken action to stabilize the situation, the result would have been disastrous.
The entire Jinwu camp is fully operational. If everyone was full of joy before, now everyone's face is very solemn, and the atmosphere of tension is filled.
No one knows when the next sandstorm will come!
The only thing that makes them feel lucky is that there are endless materials here! Golden Glazed Sand! The fifth-grade Golden Glazed Sand is inexhaustible and inexhaustible!
"I have an idea." Sun Bao said suddenly, looking at the endless sand dunes in front of him.
Ji Wei asked curiously: "What do you think?" There was a tacit understanding between them, and Ji Wei knew that Sun Bao's words at this time would not be without purpose.
Sun Bao suddenly looked back, his eyes dancing with two balls of extremely fanatical flames: "Let's use golden sand to build a slave ship!"
"Using golden sand to build a ship?" Ji Wei exclaimed, "Oh my god! This is so crazy!"
"That's right! Use gold sand to build a treasure ship! The whole ship is made of gold sand!" Sun Bao was like a fanatical believer. He waved his arms and said loudly: "Aji! Look here!
It’s all golden sand! If we miss it, we will never encounter such an opportunity again in our lives!”
Ji Wei looked at the endless sand dunes in front of him, his heart was pounding, and he was also excited!
Sun Bao is right. If you miss the opportunity in front of you, you will never encounter it again! No matter how much gold you take away this time, you will never be so extravagant as to use gold sand to build a ship that can accommodate all the people.
A great ship for men!
"But it's difficult for us to even refine it..."
Sun Bao said without hesitation: "Then let's use the Red Devil Cauldron! Do you still remember how we refined the Red Devil Cauldron last time? This time it's just that the amount of work is larger!"
Seeing that the two masters were excited and blushing, more and more members of the Golden Crow Battalion gathered around them.
When they understood what the two masters said, they were all shocked!
But after a moment of silence, the crowd suddenly exploded!
"Fuck! Such a good opportunity..."
"Oh! God! I'm so excited just thinking about it! The golden sand treasure ship!"
"Crazy! All crazy! But it's so great!"
Everyone fell into extreme excitement and madness! Sun Bao's idea was enough to make any production cultivator excited.
"Do you understand?" the monster asked.
In front of him, there was a straight tunnel about ten miles long, reaching into the distance. The inner wall of the tunnel, which was several feet wide, was as smooth as glass. It was a wonder formed by the refining of golden glass sand.
And all this is just a finger from the monster.
Everyone was deeply shocked! Except Zuo Mo, he could not hide his disappointment.
He said a little dejectedly: "I roughly understand."
The attack of the monster zombie was very powerful. It was so powerful that the opponent could turn Zuo Mo into flying ashes with just one finger. But the disappointment in Zuo Mo's heart still showed involuntarily.
The monster zombies are indeed powerful, but that is only because of the difference in realm. The accumulation of monsters that have been alive for tens of thousands of years is extremely terrifying. However, that terrifying finger is not very commendable in terms of skill.
It was an extremely primitive attack method, in which all the power was continuously compressed and then released. In terms of technique, it was far from comparable to current attack methods. Both cultivators and demons have developed their own unique methods of cultivation. They
Each has its own characteristics and completely different emphases, but they all have their own system and are rich in various techniques. Even the least sophisticated magic skills are countless times more sophisticated and delicate than the attack methods of monster zombies.
Zuo Mo showed a wry smile.
Thinking about it in reverse, this is actually the most reasonable result. After all, it has been tens of thousands of years since cultivation. After generations of cultivators have developed, it is normal that it is now more powerful than in ancient times. It is probably only as good as those thousands of years ago.
It is possible that the fault caused by this war will be worse than it was in the past.
It seems that you still have to explore it yourself.
The monster's wisdom was extraordinary. He thought for a moment and understood what Zuo Mo meant. He nodded and said, "Your skills are complex and varied, far more than ours." He then asked with some doubts: "The skills have become so complicated, so there is only one possibility.
, then the spiritual energy becomes rare. Is the spiritual energy outside very thin now?"
"Did you have very strong spiritual energy at that time?" Zuo Mo asked curiously.
"We didn't think about spiritual energy at that time. All living beings are born with the ability to absorb spiritual energy. This is instinctive." The monster said.
"As expected." Zuo Mo knew the answer and was not too surprised. Resources will always be depleted. After tens of thousands of years of consumption, no matter how abundant the resources are, they will be exhausted.
The monster corpse said: "I understand, no wonder I think you are weak. It turns out that the spiritual energy is thin." He lowered his head and murmured: "Yes, it has been so long."
He suddenly raised his head: "How many clans do you have now?"
"How many tribes?" Zuo Mo looked confused.
The monster's gray eyes stared at Zuo Mo: "There must be creatures that look different from you."
Zuo Mo was a little unsure and said, "Are you talking about the demon?"
"demon?"
"Most demons are born from the spirits of plants and trees. But demons are born from beasts and spirits. We are humans."
The monster corpse was silent for a long time, and then said quietly: "That's it."
Zuo Mo didn't know what the monster corpse's "So that's how it is" meant. He asked curiously: "Did you have any demons at that time?"
The ancient times are too far away from now, and there are very few records about the ancient times. Everyone is very curious.
The monster shook his head and said: "At that time, we only had living beings. There was no change in appearance. Almost all living beings could change their appearance. Humans are one of the living beings, no different from other living beings, and they are at a disadvantage."
"At a disadvantage?" Zuo Mo's eyes widened in disbelief.
Human beings are at a disadvantage. How is this possible? The number of realms occupied by humans today is almost the total number of demon realms. In terms of strong men, sects, and cultivators, the number of cultivators far exceeds that of demons.
In the Dutian Blood Realm, cultivators have been hunting monsters for thousands of years! For thousands of years, monsters have been the targets of human hunting. No wonder Zuo Mo almost thought he had heard wrong when he heard that the human race was weak in ancient times.
"The demons you call, their talents were even more outstanding at that time. The creatures of many tribes are equipped with many powerful abilities when they are born. And with a little practice, they become extremely powerful. But we humans do not have such talents.
, has been suppressed.”
The monster's calm tone seemed to be describing a normal thing.
The expressions of Zuo Mo and others were extremely dull. This news shocked them far more than the finger of the monster corpse just now.
"Then why are humans so strong now?" Zuo Mo asked stammering.
"If I guessed correctly, it should be because the spiritual energy has become thinner. Other creatures have strong talents, but after the spiritual energy becomes thinner, their talents will inevitably be weakened. But for the human race, this loss is not as big as other creatures. Time
It will change everything.”
The monster's gray eyes were hollow, but the words he spoke were full of wisdom.
Zuo Mo's expression was a little dazed, but he knew that what the monster said was probably closest to the truth.
"My lord! My lord!"
Zuo Morumeng woke up, glanced at Sun Bao who was running over, and said, "Huh?"
Sun Bao said cautiously: "We plan to build a big ship again!"
"Well, let's build a big ship, then let's do it." Zuo Mo said subconsciously, he had not yet fully recovered.
Sun Baoyi gritted his teeth: "We plan to build a gold-glazed sand treasure ship!"
"The golden sand treasure ship..." Zuo Mo couldn't help but suddenly realized: "Wait... what did you say?"
"We plan to use gold glazed sand to refine a big treasure ship! A big treasure ship that can accommodate everyone!" Sun Bao raised his head, his eyes shining with fanatical light.
Zuo Mo opened his mouth wide and looked at Sun Bao blankly.
"Sir, there are dangers ahead, and our slave ship cannot resist it. And there is an inexhaustible supply of golden sand here! This is a God-given opportunity! Why don't we use it to refine the big ship?" Sun Bao was not afraid at all.
After a while, Zuo Mo came back to his senses, and his eyes suddenly lit up with excitement.
That’s right!
If Zuo Mo could make a big ship out of gold sand, his blood would boil just thinking about it. The gold sand sold outside was sold in grains, but he could use it to refine a big ship!
What a crazy idea!
The light in Zuo Mo's eyes became brighter and brighter, and he said fiercely: "Practice! Why don't you practice! Let's practice as much as we can!"
The entire Golden Crow Camp suddenly fell into madness.
