After Linglong Tower absorbed the piece of adobe, Mo Han seemed to see Linglong Tower repairing a piece the size of a broad bean. Although there was still a long way to go before Linglong Tower was completely repaired, he at least saw hope.
Without the Linglong Pagoda, there would be no Mo Han today. Repairing the Linglong Pagoda has always been a disease hidden in Mo Han's heart. Previously, he obtained the All-Things-Earth, but it did not solve this problem, because the All-Things-Earth is almost extinct, and it is too precious and can only be encountered but cannot be sought.
But he didn't expect that at this time there would be another kind of rare treasure that could repair the Linglong Pagoda, and this kind of rare treasure seemed to have more than one meaning for Qi Ling.
After Linglong Tower absorbed a piece of adobe, it did not immediately return to Mo Han's sea of consciousness. Instead, it looked at Qi Ling more eagerly, as if it knew that Qi Ling was still there.
Qi Ling waved his hand helplessly, took out four or five more pieces from his storage bag, and placed them in his palm. Linglong Tower pounced on it without hesitation, devouring the adobe in Qi Ling's palm, and instantly returned to Mo Han's sea of consciousness.
Mo Han looked at Qi Ling with burning eyes: "Where did you get this kind of adobe?"
Qi Ling naturally knew the preciousness of this kind of adobe at this time: "The outside world calls this kind of adobe pure land, and currently no force can use it. And its place of origin comes from ruins. I have explored several ruins during this period, and only got one piece.
The other pieces were all acquired through various means."
Mo Han called out the Linglong Pagoda, placed it in the palm of his hand, and asked thoughtfully: "Is a pure land created in every ruin?"
Qi Ling nodded: "From the information we have received so far, it is true that every ruin has a pure land, but it is just a matter of quantity and quantity. However, there is a strange phenomenon. Although every ruin has a pure land, it is not circulated on the market.
There are not many, it seems that someone is secretly collecting pure land, and in the ten cities affiliated with sin, the person who collects pure land is none other than Mianqi."
Mo Han looked at the deep night sky, and a hint of haze flashed deep in his heart. It was a feeling of dissatisfaction at being arranged or led by others: "Mianqi invited me to meet at the City Lord's Mansion tomorrow, what do you think!
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Qi Ling grinned, opened the folding fan in his hand, and flapped it gently: "He will not quarrel with us. If he wanted to quarrel with us, then he would not send Bian Gaolang here today and directly inform Yin Jiaqing of our whereabouts and everything.
That’s it, you can get rid of us and still sell yourself favors. The greater possibility is to cooperate with us and have a deeper cooperation.”
"It is said that Mianqi's cultivation has reached the peak of the Holy Lord, and it has been for some years. He has been the city lord of the ten auxiliary cities for many years, and has never had the opportunity to go further. The pool of the ten auxiliary cities is a bit small."
"What a coincidence. The information about the traces of demons in the ten auxiliary cities was deliberately revealed to us by the City Lord's Palace. Logically speaking, all content or events involving demons are top secret, but apart from the City Lord's Palace, only we know." Qi Ling
With a weird smile on his face, the desolate night wind blew across the ground and into the house through the window, bringing Qi Ling's white robes with him, which was a bit weird. Coupled with the folding fan swinging in Qi Ling's hand, it was even more terrifying.
Mo Han suddenly understood: "If this city belongs to us, what else do we need to do?"
Qi Ling responded: "First, we must become a force in the city lord's palace. Second, we can only have our voices in the city. The third city belongs to us."