Among the earth-level middle-grade magic weapons, among the entire Dazhong Mountains, only the Guchen Sword of Shushan Shenshan Sword No. 1 has reached this level.
Its power is so powerful that in the Dazhong Mountain Immortal Cultivation Conference, it stunned the giant with one sword and instantly suppressed the elder Na Nei Hua Shen of the Taolin Mu family.
Having reached the level above the Nascent Soul, transforming into a deity, you are beginning to evolve towards a deity! The monks have begun to shed their mortal bodies, and there is no simple person.
When fighting within the same level, even if there is a difference, it is not so easy to determine the winner.
But the pair of Shenshan swords used by the Mu family to transform into gods seemed so devastating.
Among them, there is no doubt about the power of Shenshan Jianyi, but among them, the Guchen Feijian, a middle-grade earth-level sword, also plays a decisive role.
It's even enough to make senior monks at their level fight over the top.
Jiang Li's burial coffin was originally a magic weapon based on the design drawings of an ancient artifact.
It is only due to the limitations of materials and spiritual energy in this era that the effect of the final product has shrunk to this.
Without the addition of coffin nails, there is only the awkward level of Xuanjie Upper Grade.
Fortunately, after being soaked in the underwater cemetery for a hundred or two hundred years, the coffin finally fell into Jiang Li's hands.
With his huge investment regardless of cost and consumption.
The Yin Burial Coffin is nourished and strengthened, and its innate deficiencies are supplemented bit by bit under the influence of spiritual energy, demon blood, ghosts, Nine Nether Wood and other things.
Just before, when Jiang Li broke through the foundation building, he successfully crossed the threshold and was promoted to an earth-level magic weapon.
Now another coffin nail has been driven into it, and we are making another step forward.
If all seven coffin nails are driven in, I don’t know what the final level of this coffin will be.
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Seven days later, in Fengyang City, in front of Wanyang Tower.
Standing at the end of the crowded street, Jiang Li looked at the secret realm of the Immortal Family above his head and couldn't help but marvel.
Jiang Li originally thought that the auction house in Wanyang Building was just a venue on the upper floor of the building.
Now that I have arrived at the scene, I realize that this is not the case at all.
The auction house is basically an island floating in the sky all year round!
When he saw the entire Changqing Hall lift into the sky during the sect competition, he was surprised by the monks' power and felt proud of the sect's strength.
Unexpectedly, when I arrived in Fengyang City now, I realized that what I had experienced in Dazhong Mountain was a bit out of date.
The handiwork of the Sutra Valley pales in comparison to such a large city in the Eastern Region.
Just smashing this island down would be enough to destroy a sect.
At the gate of Wanyang Tower, hundreds of beautiful and beautiful monks with smiling faces are serving as service staff, guiding guests to the floating auction house.
Behind them, dozens of guards in black with indifferent expressions, wearing high-grade magic weapons at their waists, stood silently in a hidden place.
Sharp eyes swept through the crowd, preventing any dangerous situations from happening.
Judging from the faint aura seeping out of the bodies of these guards, there were actually ten people inside, all of whom were serious Golden Elixir cultivators, without any water mixed in.
The rest are at least at the level of the Dan Formation stage.
There may be more powerful monks somewhere that Jiang Li can't see, watching everything silently.
In Dazhong Mountain, Jindan monks are the senior elders who are capable of taking charge of their own affairs.
But if you put it here and take it out casually, the person guarding the gate will have ten golden elixirs.
This skill is something that Dazhongshan cannot learn from.
Every aspect here is enough to illustrate the huge gap between Fengyang City and Dazhong Mountain.
However, Jiang Li is not discouraged. A bigger stage will allow him to grow faster. As long as there are enough states superimposed on him, Jiang Li is confident and will not lose to anyone.
Today, the crowd in front of Wanyang Tower is extremely crowded.
Because according to the auction list disclosed by the organizer, among the final auction items are earth-level elixirs that can change the fate of the heavens, divine passage methods passed down from ancient times, and extremely powerful earth-level magic weapons!
How many people have never seen these things in their lives, even if they cannot afford to buy them, it is still good to take a look.
Moreover, Wanyang Tower is very smart. Every time it auctions, it will release some fragments of ancient books and ancient rare objects whose specific value is difficult to judge.
There are also some really good things that have been buried among them.
As a result, in this auction venue, there are often scenes of good-luck monks picking up treasures at low prices.
This greatly impacted the psychology of ordinary monks with little capital.
Give it a try, just in case you win! From then on, life goes in a different direction, and the peak of life is waving to them.
This kind of legendary publicity is the most motivating. Some deliberately released "missed" lots can bring back hundreds of times the profit in the long run.
Jiang Li and others were walking among the crowd. At this time, the surrounding sounds suddenly became much quieter. The flow of people nearby began to disperse to both sides, and a vacuum zone was quickly formed in the middle of the road.
Then a group of cold-faced monks walked over from the vacated passage in the middle.
There are ten monks in this group, and each one of them carries a long bloody sword on his back.
Jiang Li also looked over curiously.
This group of people is indeed different from others. Their faces are all darkened, with evil hidden between their brows, and their whole bodies are filled with murderous aura that seems to have condensed into substance.
Jiang Li was blessed with merits and virtues from heaven. In his eyes, when these people were walking together, he could even see the disgusting black energy surrounding them.
"Is this... the manifestation of karma?"
The cause of the black energy is actually the strong entanglement of killing karma, which forms the black energy phenomenon.
"With this level of karma, how many people must have been killed before such a situation would occur."
"Who are they? Which demon cultivator sect? They can actually appear in Fengyang City openly and openly."
"Huh? That man is really strong! And he's still so young."
"Jiang Li, look at that young man's strength compared to yours."
The master surnamed Zhu next to Jiang Li also frowned when he looked at the group of people. These ten demon cultivators made people instinctively feel disgusted.
He motioned Jiang Li to look at a young monk among the ten people.
It was a young man walking at the front of several people. His dark hair was interspersed with strands of red silk threads.
As if aware of Jiang Li's gaze, the man also looked over here.
When their eyes met, Jiang Li felt a little solemn.
That young man actually gave him a feeling of threat.
That man was only about the same age as Mu Chunyang, and his cultivation level was also the same as Golden Core, but Mu Chunyang couldn't last more than a few rounds in Jiang Li's hands at this time.
But this person can bring Jiang Li a sense of danger.
"Little brother, don't look at them, these people are really capable of drawing swords and killing people in the city!"
After just staring at each other for a moment, a middle-aged monk next to them turned around and seemed to have inadvertently blocked their sight with his body.
In the blink of an eye, the group of monks had passed in front of them. The young monk did not look at Jiang Li and walked straight over.
"Brother, who are they?"
Jiang Li watched the group of people walk away, then he cupped his hands and asked the middle-aged monk.
"They are the Blood Sword Attendants of Wantu Sect. The young man walking at the front is Wu Loulan, the third son of the leader of Wantu Sect."
"Hmph, when he just came of age, he personally massacred a small town of mortals. I don't know how many people he has killed until now. He is really the scum of our Eastern Region."
Everyone in the Chongshan League once again looked at the retreating figures of the group of monks. It turned out that they were members of the Wantu Sect. The cantilevered sword was pressing down on the heads of all the monks in the Dazhong Mountain.
"Brother, we don't know much when we first come here. Could you please tell us more about the Wan Tu Clan?"
After the people from Wan Tu Sect left, the surrounding crowd began to resume normal behavior.
"The Wantu Sect is a group of perverted guys. Each of them has killed countless people. Not long ago, they also massacred a mortal country. It is said that their main force is still attacking the immortal world of Zisonglin Mountain. I don't know yet.
How many killings will be done in vain."
"And the disappearance of many sects in the Eastern Region was also related to them."
"All the dead were beheaded, and the nearby mortal cities were not spared. The old, weak, women and children were all spared. Only the Demonic Cult of Wan Tu Sect was interested in this kind of thing. But they didn't expect that they also received Wanyang Tower.
invitation."
"But this is natural, Wan Tu Sect is still a member of the Si Shen Temple. People like us dare to be angry but dare not speak out."
"Okay, little brothers, please be more careful in the future. I'm leaving first."
After the middle-aged monk said a few more words, he separated from Jiang Li and disappeared into the crowd.
Jiang Li, with the six senior officials of the Chongshan League behind him, continued to walk along the crowd.
Soon, a female nun received them.
"Sir, do you have an invitation letter?"
Jiang Li took out the invitation letter he got from Shopkeeper Jiang. After the female cultivator took it, her smile became even brighter.
"The adults are carrying second-level invitations. They are the distinguished guests of our Wanyang Auction House. Please come here and board the floating ladder."
"These are the box numbers of the adults. Please match your numbers and enter the box."
Among the six senior officials of the Chongshan Alliance behind Jiang Li, two have become gods and four are Nascent Souls.
Just letting out a little breath quietly is enough to make passersby around him retreat.
Even in Fengyang City, monks of this level cannot be seen everywhere.
The female cultivators were able to deal with it calmly and appropriately. They had obviously seen the world, and they were already accustomed to such senior cultivators working in Wanyang Tower.
Under the guidance of the female cultivator, Jiang Li and others stepped onto a stone platform, and then ascended towards the floating island high in the sky.
At the reception desk not far away, the team of Blood Knife monks from the Wantu Sect, as well as female cultivators providing one-on-one personal service, flew upwards on a more luxurious cloud carpet.
After all, Wanyanglou is a merchant organization, and its classification of customers is very clear.
It can be roughly divided into four levels.
Some well-known local powerhouses received invitations corresponding to first-class VIPs, with beautiful girls providing full service and luxurious close-up private rooms available.
In the Wanyang Tower, monks who spend more than one million spirit stones at a time will be sent a second-class invitation letter, corresponding to a second-class VIP. There will be free supply of spirit fruit and spirit wine on the floating stone platform, and they can enjoy confidential shopping in ordinary boxes.
In the Wanyang Tower, monks who have spent more than 500,000 spiritual stones in total will be treated as third-class VIPs, riding on the ordinary stone platform and enjoying the front row seats.
The last group is the monks without invitation letters, ordinary customers who need to pay a deposit of 100,000 spirit stones to enter. They ride on the ordinary stone platform crowded with hundreds of people, and then sit in the ordinary seats at the back.
The difference here is not small. Strength, status, and wealth are extremely important everywhere.
The stone platform carried them high into the sky, and they could see that the island in the sky was dragged in the sky by a huge white cloud.
It's like a fairyland among the clouds and mist.
"Is this water vapor and mist? It's incredible that it can withstand such a weight."
After a while, Jiang Li and others set foot on the floating island. He patted the clouds and mist on the edge of the island, and it felt as solid as the soil of the earth.
But if you touch it with gentle force, the mist will disperse like normal clouds, as if you can't apply any force at all.
"This is Sea Cumulus, a special cloud summoned by an earth-level magic weapon. It can not only bear loads, but can also plant things on it."
Jiang Li was still studying the clouds, but a crisp girl's voice sounded in the sea of clouds not far away, explaining his doubts.
Jiang Li heard the news and saw that between the clouds not far away, a girl was holding a delicate small shovel, digging out small holes in the clouds, then stuffing a few seeds with the sea cumulus
He closed it and patted it with his hands to create clouds of earth.
Looking at the Cumulus clouds not far away, there are actually exquisite spiritual fields that have been cultivated.
A lot of sprouts have already grown on those soil bags. It seems that what the girl said is true. Things can really grow above the sea of clouds.
And a magic weapon that can accumulate such clouds and mist is obviously an earth-level magic weapon.
"Is this your first time here? If you want to attend the auction, it's over there."
The girl patted the clouds and soil stuck to her body and pointed to a huge building not far away.
A large number of people are pouring in that way, and there are not many staying like them.
"Thanks for the advice, girl...where is the person?"
When Jiang Li turned around to thank him again, the girl had disappeared.
"Master, have you seen the girl just now?"
Jiang Li could only ask the master next to him, but the other party's reaction shocked Jiang Li.
"Girl? What girl? Are you talking to yourself there? Let's go. The auction is about to begin."
The patriarch's expression didn't seem to be fake, and the other senior executives next to him didn't react at all.
Looking at the Yun Tu Bao that still existed not far away, Jiang Li didn't think he had seen it wrong, but why did he let him see the Yuanying monk and the people who had not seen it after transforming into gods?
The world is really big and full of wonders.
After Jiang Li and others left, a cloud of mist dispersed, revealing a pair of clear eyes. Looking at Jiang Li who was walking away, his eyes were full of curiosity.