Zhang Wenchang was a little speechless when he looked at these people who were constantly participating in stone gambling like fat sheep.
None of them are young, why are they so out of touch?
Are they specially arranged by Stone Betting House to lure others into gambling with stones?
Zhang Wenchang watched the old man take out 100,000 kilograms of pure source very neatly, threw it on the ground, and was about to bet with others.
Zhang Wenchang resisted the urge to gamble with one hundred thousand kilograms of pure source.
He directly held a golden holy sword, like a dragon and snake flying, the golden light flashed, and quickly began to cut through the Sunstone.
Zhang Wenchang didn't want to wait for them to complete the bet. He opened the stone at an astonishing speed.
The golden holy sword in his hand seemed to be alive, and pieces of stone skin fell off quickly.
In almost two breaths, Zhang Wenchang completed the stone cutting action, waved his sleeves, and a breeze blew by.
I saw the stone skin flying down like sand and dust, and a small sun appeared there, hanging in the air, shining brightly, lighting up the entire park.
It was a piece of divine source the size of a human head, worth between 500,000 kilograms of pure source and 700,000 kilograms of pure source.
The onlookers were amazed and the scene was noisy.
The old man who just clamored to bet on stones now looked ugly, as if he had eaten a rat head and a duck neck.
Maybe this old man has no shortage of pure sources, and he gambles just to get the pleasure of gambling, but at this time, he looks like this, making people around him feel sad for him.
"It's such incredible luck that you can find such a huge treasure if you cut it open."
"Isn't this fellow Taoist a master of Origin Technique?"
"I really envy those masters of Origin Technique, who can dominate the world with their unique skills."
Everyone was very excited when they saw Zhang Wenchang cutting out such a large piece of divine source while playing.
After all, in addition to those holy places and aristocratic families in the Northern Territory, there are also many elders of small sects like Qingxia Sect, Lihuo Sect, etc. They are also gray-haired. In the entire sect, there is not even a bean-sized divine source.
No.
But the people in Yaoguang Shifang are different. They also feel physical pain at the moment.
This old man came here for the first time, and he didn't show any temperament as a source master at all. He just walked around casually and selected a pile of stones.
At first, people in the Yaoguang Holy Land thought that a fat sheep had arrived and that Zhang Wenchang had chosen randomly.
But when they saw that the first stone cut by Zhang Wenchang contained a treasure, they got back more than half of their money. They really felt heartbroken.
The market price of such a head-sized piece of Shenyuan is at least 500,000 jins of pure source to 700,000 jins of pure source.
"Hahaha, I won, Old Wangtou, we just accepted such a bunch of pure sources." The old man who won the bet laughed loudly, and with a wave of his hand, he took a lot of pure sources into his bag. Just now, there were winners and losers, roughly at a one-to-one ratio, so as long as they won, basically 100,000 kilograms of pure sources would be credited to their accounts.
Those who gambled less also received 10,000 kilograms of pure sources.
"It's incredible. This fellow Taoist is really lucky." Someone looked at Zhang Wenchang with envy.
Zhang Wenchang's golden holy sword appeared in his hand again. This golden holy sword was snatched from the treasury of King Qingjiao. After Zhang Chang changed its appearance, others could no longer recognize it.
Zhang Wenchang's cutting techniques became more and more skillful and beautiful. Under his control, the golden holy sword became more and more ethereal, like a dragon and a snake dancing gracefully.
Under everyone's gaze, pieces of stone skin flew down, and this huge wind tunnel stone became smaller at a visible speed.
Finally, a fist-sized piece of divine source was revealed inside, and streaks of divine light shot out, like the sun and moon.
"This is the source of the ancient insect god." An old man was dumbfounded.
"This is a rare elixir, the source of ancient insect gods!"
There are forty-nine golden bugs in the fist-sized divine source. Each of them is as big as a fingernail, emitting divine light.
"This is really the legendary ancient insect divine source. They feed on the divine source and spit out the source essence, which is an excellent medicinal material for refining various ancient elixirs."
"These are not ordinary ancient insects, they are the ancient insect kings who eat the source of the gods, and their value is inestimable."
These ancient insects will evolve into insect kings after eating the divine source. They can replace almost all medicinal materials in ancient prescriptions. They can be said to be the rarest spiritual insects under the magical medicine.
"Although this piece of divine source is only the size of a fist, the forty-nine ancient insect kings inside are worth at least 600,000 kilograms of pure source." A person who looked like a supreme elder said this.
The place is boiling again, and there is another treasure with a sky-high price. The two treasures add up to more than one million kilograms of pure source, which is already a huge profit.
Some of the staff at the Yaoguang Stone Workshop had their faces turn green, and some turned black. They had just cut out two stones, and they suffered heavy losses.
"Haha, I won this round again." An old man laughed. He bet against others and once again gained 100,000 kilograms of pure source.
Zhang Wenchang waved his hand and collected this astonishingly valuable source of ancient insects.
"Fellow Taoist, are you willing to sell this ancient insect source? I am willing to pay a high price to buy it."
"The value of this ancient city's divine source is really amazing. You can definitely make a life-sustaining pill."
"Sell it to me and I'm willing to pay 700,000 catties of pure source."
"I want to provide 800,000 kilograms of pure source!"
"Are you deliberately raising prices to look for trouble?"
"It's not yours. I'll sell it to whoever pays the highest price! It's none of your business."
The two old men had red eyes and were about to fight each other. Looking at their sparse and gray hair, it seemed that they were running out of life and only wanted to extend their life.
"You two fellow Taoists, don't worry. After all the treasures are cut open, I will consider selling part of them," Zhang Wenchang said.
"Yes, you two fellow Taoists, please don't hurt your harmony. There are more than one ancient insect, which is enough for everyone to share."
"The more you take these life-extending treasures, the better. If you take too much, you will develop resistance and the effect will not be so obvious."
Zhang Wenchang walked towards the blood altar and was about to open this stone.
"Is this the legendary blood altar? It's really extraordinary."
"Today is really an eye-opener. I have always wanted to know what is inside the blood altar."
"Legend has it that the blood altar came from the ancient mines of Taichu. It is part of the altar in an ancient temple. It is blood red and has a demonic nature."
"Yes, I have also heard that the platform is composed of nine blood-colored stones. The Shaking Light Holy Land cut six of them and got nothing. Only the smallest one, called the Blood Altar, was sent to
Here it comes."
"It's so mysterious. I really want to see what's inside."
"Hundreds of thousands of years ago, someone cut a peerless beauty out of a stone, but she ran away."
Zhang Wenchang didn't care about others, and there was a lot of discussion. He said to the staff of the Holy Land of Shaking Light: "It's quite like the Holy Land of Shaking Light. A powerful master will take action and lay out formation patterns, because there are terrible creatures in this stone."
