Chapter 946 The magic weapon descends from the sky
Listening to Hong Shanhe's angry voice, Qin Fan seemed to be able to see him furious through the phone.
"It's just eighty gods. What if I give you a hundred gods? Can you solve them?"
The person on the phone suddenly became quiet, as if he was digesting the meaning of Qin Fan's words.
"Hmph, boy, how long has it been? You still have time to make a joke! In such a short time, where are you going to get me a hundred powerful gods?"
"Did you know that even if you add up all the powerful gods in the martial arts world, you can almost count them all with one slap!"
"Give me a hundred gods, what's the use of such big talk!"
Although he knew that Qin Fan must have some unused cards, Hong Shanhe really couldn't imagine how Qin Fan could achieve the realm of hundreds of gods in one go!
If a normal warrior wants to grow to the divine realm, he must not only rely on talent, but also rely on opportunities.
Every powerful person in the God Realm is basically a martial arts genius who is unique among ten thousand people. And after decades of training, no matter what, it is very good if one out of a hundred people can enter the God Realm.
How could Qin Fan find a hundred powerful gods in such a short period of time?
It’s just a ridiculous dream!
Qin Fan did not explain, but smiled and said: "In an hour, I will have these one hundred god-level experts sent to you. How about you handle the rest by yourself?"
Hong Shanhe was furious: "Boy, you're not done yet! Where did you find me a hundred powerful men in the divine realm? You're dreaming!"
Qin Fan said: "You don't have to worry about this. I'll give you a hundred gods. Can you solve the rest?"
"Nonsense, a hundred gods can definitely deal with the massive attack from the ancient martial arts world! The key is..." Hong Shanhe was interrupted by Qin Fan before he could finish his words.
"As long as it can be solved! I still have something to do here, so hang up first!"
After saying that, Qin Fan hung up the phone without leaving Hong Shanhe a chance to continue complaining.
He looked at the hundred disciples with powerful auras sitting cross-legged in the woods and nodded with satisfaction.
"The effect of the Nine-turn Star Technique plus the Star Gathering and Spirit-Inducing Formation is even better than I expected!"
"The strength of these one hundred disciples has reached the peak of the divine realm!"
"However, such rapid improvement in strength has led to an unstable foundation. It will be difficult for their strength to break through in the future."
Anything that goes against the laws of nature requires a price, and spiritual practice is no exception.
But, I can’t care about so much right now.
Moreover, without Qin Fan's help, it would be extremely difficult for these disciples to become masters.
Although their future strength may be fixed at this level, it is still much faster than the path they took originally.
"Okay, stop!" Qin Fan waved his hand and closed the star gathering array.
Soon, one hundred disciples woke up at the same time.
Feeling the surging power within their bodies, everyone was extremely surprised.
"Thank you, Master, for giving us this blessing!"
The leading disciple knelt down on one knee and saluted Qin Fan.
The other disciples were about to follow suit, but were stopped by Qin Fan in time: "Don't thank me yet. There is a price to pay for this fate."
"Now, I have a task for you!"
The young disciple who took the lead did not understand and thought that the price Qin Fan said was to complete the task assigned by him.
"If there is any mission, just ask the sect master, even if it involves mountains of swords and seas of fire, we will do it without any hesitation!"
"Yes." Qin Fan nodded, and after making arrangements for everyone, he found the old Taoist priest and asked him to hand these people over to Hong Shanhe.
Of course, twenty people were left to follow Li Nianci to the Arctic Group.
Kyoto.
Superior office.
Hong Shanhe was frowning, helpless.
"It seems that the killing that the boy came back has completely angered the ancient martial arts world. Now almost all the strong men from the four holy places of the ancient martial arts world have come out. What should we do?"
The superior also said with some helplessness: "The ancient martial arts world has been passed down for thousands of years, and the depth of the foundation is beyond our ability. This time, there is nothing we can do."
Hong Shanhe glanced at him and hesitated: "You can't..."
Before he finished speaking, the superior stopped him with his eyes and said seriously: "Absolutely not!"
"Mr. Hong, I understand your feelings. Let's not talk about the identities of the four holy places in the ancient martial arts world. If we want to intervene, it will directly trigger a war between the two sides."
"When the time comes, all life in China will be in ruins!"
After hearing what his superiors said, Hong Shanhe immediately gave up his plan to threaten the ancient martial arts world with atomic weapons.
He suddenly looked at the superior with some doubts and asked: "Can you confirm the identities of the four holy places?"
The superior nodded: "It's basically certain that the four holy places are probably the gatekeepers!"
Hong Shanhe asked curiously: "What exactly are you guarding, gatekeeper? Is this really the legendary fairyland?"
"But since it is the fairy world, why should we guard it?"
The superior smiled and said: "If everyone can become an immortal, wouldn't it mean that the world would be in chaos?"
"The existence of gatekeepers is definitely of great importance, so we must have reservations about the four holy places."
"Yes." Hong Shanhe nodded: "You should think carefully."
"This time, let's see what abilities that kid Qin Fan has! If it doesn't work, we can only let the ancient martial arts world win this round."
To the southwest, there is a large swamp, which the locals call the Misty Swamp.
According to legend, the foggy swamp is 800 miles long, making it difficult for birds to cross and all living creatures are extinct.
Any life that comes to the Misty Swamp will stay in the swamp forever.
However, today's misty swamp has long lost its mythical appearance and is just an ordinary swamp.
Moreover, it is not as scary as eight hundred miles, not even eight miles.
Above this desolate swamp, a blue-shirted scribe suddenly appeared.
He looks to be about forty years old, and his skin is very fair and clear. There seems to be no trace of time on his face.
Suspended in the void, at least the strength is above that of a martial arts master.
Moreover, he did not give off any breath, just like an ordinary person.
This is what is truly terrifying.
I saw him take out a small jade bottle from his body and release a small green insect from it.
The kid mysteriously disappeared out of thin air.
The green-robed scribe followed closely behind the little insect and disappeared together.
If Qin Fan were here, he would find that there is also a barrier here, the same barrier as the Taoist Gate.
The blue-shirted scribe came to the sky above a fog that covered the sky and the earth, making it impossible to see beyond.
Below the mist is a swamp that exudes the aura of death. This swamp stretches for hundreds of miles and seems to have no end.
In the swamp, there were many white corpses stuck in the mud. They looked like those of beasts, birds, and humans.
The green-shirted scribe suddenly shouted toward the bottom of the swamp: "Old ghost, my old friend is here, why don't you open the door to welcome us?"
His voice was calm and elegant, with no hint of emotion or anger, but with a sense of majesty.
"Come in!" As an old and hoarse voice sounded, the fog below suddenly became windless and rolled away to both sides. In an open space in the swamp, a black hall stood strangely.