"Of course, since we have said this, I might as well reveal one more thing to my senior." Zhen Ji smiled mysteriously.
What's the matter? Zhuo Yifan raised his spirits, he was full of interest in Zhenbao Pavilion.
Nowadays, he has many enemies. The blood god and the great Asura are two ancient divine wills that have come to him. Even if there is a mysterious dream, the terrifying old man is a pillar behind him. In the dark, he can still feel a sense of helplessness.
The resisting murderous intention keeps him in a state of extreme alert all the time. Therefore, in the current situation, of course, the more friends around him, the better.
If there are no problems with the forces behind Zhen Bao Pavilion, Zhuo Yifan can consider long-term cooperation with Zhen Bao Pavilion and become a major helper to him in the future.
"Before I say anything, I would like to hear the opinion of the senior saint monk. With the eyesight of a senior, he should be able to see something, right?" Zhen Ji smiled, elegant and natural.
Zhuo Yifan looked at her and said calmly: "It's amazing. The seal just now was obviously made by an ancient god. And it was not a god-level powerhouse, but a true god. It makes me very scared. No wonder you have someone in your pavilion.
This ability..." At this point, he sighed.
"Senior is sighing this way, but is he sighing for the True God? Do you feel that the True God's power is boundless and arrogant, but in the end he still cannot escape death?" Zhen Ji looked at him, her face suddenly solemn, and she asked.
"Isn't it?" Zhuo Yifan asked.
Zhen Ji shook her head slightly, her face calm and peaceful: "There is a gap of thousands of years between the present and the ancient times, and many gods and men have disappeared during this period. The first type of people choose to enjoy the rest of their lives and leave the Taoism as their inheritance. The second type of people like to reveal the secrets of miracles.
They spend their whole lives doing research. The third type of people are trying to break through the shackles of the true God and move towards a higher realm..."
Having said this, Zhen Ji turned around and said, "The man behind Wo Zhen Bao Pavilion is this third type of person, and he is still working hard to this day."
Zhuo Yifan was like an old monk in meditation, sitting still, but his eyes were already shining brightly. The amount of information in Zhen Ji's words was so large that it shocked people deeply.
Although he guessed that there was a god behind Zhenbao Pavilion, he did not expect that the god was not dead yet. What shocked him even more was that the god actually wanted to break through the True God and move towards a higher realm of gods? Is this possible?
?
"There is no end to the journey. Our current realm is the result of the hard work of our predecessors. So Zhen Ji always firmly believes that there is no highest in heaven and earth, only higher." Zhen Ji whispered, showing off her face again and said:
"At the same time, this concept is also the purpose of this pavilion. What do you think, senior?"
"The poor monk has always been extremely interested in ancient things. I have seen your sincerity. I sold this Blood Moon Spirit Grass. What I need to tell you is that this time your Zhenbao Pavilion will definitely have something unexpected.
income."
Zhuo Yifan smiled, flicked his fingers, and formed a magic formula, which suddenly opened the spiritual consciousness imprint of the Blood Moon Spirit Grass. Suddenly, the surroundings were filled with blood and energy. The waves of energy and blood rolled around, causing people to retreat repeatedly and unable to breathe.
self.
"It is indeed a thousand-year-old elixir! What a powerful spirit!" Zhen Ji hid behind Zhuo Yifan, not daring to approach.
"**!" Zhuo Yifan stretched out a hand, like a five-fingered sacred mountain, and licked down the violent Blood Moon Spirit Grass, stored it in a medicine storage box, and handed it to Zhen Ji: "Appropriate funds!"
"Sir, the transaction is successful! Please set the bloody battle point!"
Zhen Ji immediately bowed her hands to the void.
Boom!
The void trembled, and a golden body appeared. With a slight wave of sleeves and robes, an extremely huge evil spirit suddenly appeared in the void, roaring loudly. It was obvious that this was a super-high blood talisman, at least at the ultimate level, and the spirit sealed in it
Brands have offensive capabilities.
This Venerable's move was obviously a test, but Zhuo Yifan sat there as if nothing was happening and let the black dragon deal with it.
Although the black dragon has been freed from the blood talisman, it can still control all the functions of the blood talisman.
"Hmph, how dare you, a mere dead creature, dare to make noises with me, Master Long?" The black dragon roared, turned into a stream of light with a chirp, emerged from the sleeves of the robe, faced the naked body, and transformed into a divine python, which was far larger than this ferocious beast.
.
The demonic pupils opened and closed, and there was a ghostly atmosphere, as if they had moved into a hell. This terrifying blood-talisman beast suddenly looked like a mouse meeting a cat. After a strange cry, it retracted the blood-talisman and could not come out. At the same time, a streak of light penetrated.
In Zhuo Yifan's primary blood talisman.
Buzz!
He saw that the numbers on the blood talisman soared to more than 20 million.
"Zhen Bao Pavilion is really powerful. The blood talisman used is so high-end. It must have cost a lot of money to redeem it from the plane priests. I don't know where Zhen Bao Pavilion got so many bloody battle points. Is it possible that a special person is sent to endlessly hunt the blood hell beasts every day?
?Collect bloody battle points?" Black Dragon also sighed.
Even though they know that Zhenbao Pavilion is powerful, anyone who sees such a big deal with their own eyes can't help but sigh.
"Huh?" There was an exclamation in the golden mist.
"The Holy Monk is really strong and powerful, and his financial resources are beyond my reach. He actually has such a powerful blood talisman in his hand. He must be of the highest level. Twenty million blood battle points is definitely a big deal. Except for me, Zhenbao Pavilion
No one can afford it. But
The holy monk's blood-moon spiritual grass is indeed worth its price. If the holy monk still has such a magical medicine, we will definitely be disrespectful." The venerable man came down in the form of a virtual body, bowed his hands, and did not dare to make any mistakes. Zhuo Yifan
I also heard the intention of cooperation expressed between the lines in the other party's words.
"Buzz!"
Before the venerable could finish speaking, he felt a brilliant blue light flashing through his pupils, piercing him so hard that he couldn't open his eyes. When he came back to his senses, he stared at Zhuo Yifan's palm. He was completely shocked, and his whole body was numb.
Shivering.
Next to her, Zhen Ji also opened her mouth wide. The thing in her palm was so powerful that it almost threatened to blow up a storm. Compared with the previous Blood Moon Spirit Grass, its divine name was far inferior.
!
"This...this is..."
Even the Venerable Zhenbao Pavilion, who had seen a lot of things in the world, was stammering and speechless.
"This is Hailanzhi." Zhuo Yifan gave a precise and affirmative answer.
After hearing this, both the venerable and Zhen Ji gasped. This was actually Hailanzhi... the ancient holy medicine Hailanzhi! The venerable remembered that the last time someone sold this holy medicine at the ancient city auction house, it was only a hundred years ago.
The medicine was sold for a sky-high price when it was less than 10 years old!
But now, the Hailanzhi plant that appeared in front of them was fully mature. Its body was crystal clear and as blue as the sea. In its graceful and curved body like a noble lady, there were incomparable vast fluctuations of divine energy. The plant that was less than a century old
Compared to that, it pales into insignificance.
"This Heilan Zhi is definitely a thousand years old, there is no doubt about it!" The venerable Nine-turn Golden Immortal was obviously shocked, his lips were trembling, and he didn't know how to speak. (To be continued.)