The First Cause of All Realms

Chapter 749 Crazy breakthrough!

In the small courtyard full of black iron ingots, Yang Jue sat quietly for a long time before he digested the shock of the fist collision, and then slowly opened the human race bag.

hum~

Without the obstruction of Tiangang fist, the moment the bag opened, a breath different from the present world gushed out.

And under Yang Ju's gaze, it turned into a human-high arch. At the same time, he also noticed the consumption of spiritual energy in the human race bag.

This air door can continue to be opened. According to his induction, if he is willing to give up his spirit energy, he can even open a city gate to come out.

But he naturally wouldn't waste his spiritual energy, and with a thought, he left a little bit of vigilance outside, and with a flash of figure, he had already stepped into the bag of this race.

hum~

Stepping out in one step is a double world.

Between the flashes of light and shadow, Yang Jue looked around, and as far as he could see, there was nothing but a vast expanse of whiteness.

"So big?!"

Yang Jue was startled.

Even if he knew that the space to accommodate 200,000 forbidden soldiers would not be small, he still couldn't help being surprised at this glance.

There is actually a city in this race bag!

A city in the true sense!

City towers, city gates, moats, urns... Everything is available, and there is a huge martial arts arena outside the city!

What's more, the ground here is not the cloth bag he imagined, but actually has soil!

It's like, the legendary blessed land and cave!

"It's no wonder that this race bag is known as a national treasure..."

Squeezing a handful of soil in his hand, Yang Jue couldn't help being amazed, if it wasn't for the sun, moon and stars here, he almost thought it was a small cave.

In comparison, his mustard space seemed too small and shabby.

The empty valley stone is too rare, even if he has a power, the mustard space is far less than one billionth of this place.

call!

Yang Ju closed his eyes slightly. Although he has not sacrificed this magic weapon, he can still perceive the general layout of this space.

After all, this city is not for people to live in. Although it has everything on the outside, the inside is actually a warehouse.

Not one, he felt carefully, there are more than 60 large warehouses here.

They are placed in different categories, gold, silver, jewelry, black iron, gold essence, books, weapons, armor, elixirs, medicinal materials, ores...

And most importantly, food!

"Even if the foundation of a country is only a few points, the value is so high that it far exceeds Henry Zhang's secret treasury..."

After crossing the unguarded moat, Yang Jian saw a large group of people and horses who had passed out.

There are people, there are troops, and, Lin Qitian...

"Alive..."

Yang prison's heart moved, and Lin Qitian was the first to wake up.

Time, here, is relatively static, but not completely static. In addition, there seems to be air and spirit energy.

Therefore, although it has been a long time, Lin Qitian and others still have vital signs, but they are all as weak as babies.

"Well…"

Holding his forehead and sighing, Lin Qitian faintly woke up:

"kill…"

A byte of roar stuck in his throat, and seeing the person in front of him clearly, Lin Qitian's eyes flashed with bewilderment and astonishment:

"Why, why is it you?!"

"It's a long story, but in short, it's..."

The organization language of Yang prison is concise and to the point:

"You were taken captive, I rescued you."

"Yes, the old man's soul was captured by Fan Ruyi, and his mind was shaken..."

The stiff body eased, Lin Qitian gave a wry smile, and fell to the ground, he was still in a daze, but he didn't want to ask any more.

"Is there anything to eat? Old man, I'm starving to death..."

Yang Yu was dumbfounded, took out the dry food and handed it over:

"Eat slowly..."

He didn't greet Lin Qitian, his thoughts at the moment were all on the many warehouses in the city, and the sacrificial human seed bags.

Naturally, the details of the imperial court are not all in the race bag, but this alone is enough to move anyone.

The savings of a country are far beyond what a single individual or force can match.

As Yang Yu paced and walked, his perception of this magic weapon gradually deepened.

In his heart, the huge wealth in the bag of this race emerged.

In addition to the more than 2,000 people who were included in it, the gold, silver and iron wares amounted to more than 74.3 million catties, which is not counted as ores.

There are 38,400,000 stones of food and grass, and in addition, there are countless jewels and jades.

These precious treasures that are traded in two to the outside world are mostly counted in one hundred thousand catties here.

"With the power of one country, one surname and one person are provided..."

Taking a deep breath, Yang prison stopped in front of a warehouse.

Behind him, Lin Qitian also wobbled over. After a while, he probably sorted out some things. At this moment, he couldn't help feeling:

"The race bag... getting this bag is like having a million-strong army..."

Until now, he was still in a trance, and his thoughts turned very slowly, which hurt his soul.

As a result, as long as he moved his brain a little, the pain was unbearable.

"It is indeed a great wealth..."

For some reason, Yang Qiu suddenly remembered the starvation he had seen all these years, and himself who almost starved to death back then.

With a sigh, he pushed away the warehouse in front of him.

Not as full as other warehouses, this warehouse looks empty, with only a few small piles in the middle.

But in Yang Yu's eyes, the value of this warehouse is one of the highest among the more than 60 warehouses.

Because what is placed here is a black iron ingot.

A black iron ingot with a hundred forging series!

The hundred forgings in this world are different from those in the previous life. The Ming court stipulated that one catty of essence hammered from a hundred catties of black iron ore is one forging.

One hundred catties of forged essence, and then pounded into one catty to make ten forges, and so on, the price of black iron of thousand hammer and hundred forging level is unimaginable.

In fact, a hundred-forged long sword, as far as Jianghu is concerned, is the accumulation of a hundred years of sect, which is as strong as King Longyuan, and a thousand-forged Qinglong Yanyue sword in a lifetime.

It can be said that the cost of any thousand-forged magic weapon is enough to make the hearts of princes tremble with fear.

This is still the case where the impurities in the black iron hammering process can also be hammered into a high-quality weapon.

Otherwise, except for the imperial court, no one can build a thousand-forged magic weapon.

"Twenty thousand catties of one hundred forged black iron is enough to forge one hundred catties of one thousand forged long sword, and one hundred and ninety one hundred catties of one hundred catties of one hundred forged magic weapon..."

Looking at the pile of fixed irons, Lin Qitian couldn't help but gasp.

He has been in the army for most of his life, and the wealth he has accumulated is less than one-tenth of the pile of black iron in front of him.

Not to mention, on the opposite side of Xuantie, there is no less precious, 20,000 catties of fine gold...

"Hundred forged black iron, pure gold..."

Yang Yue took a breath.

These gold and iron were enough for him to recast the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors, more than enough to make up for the incompleteness of this magic weapon.

perhaps…

Thinking about it in his mind, Yang Ju walked past here, and at the corner, he saw a huge blue sky stone, and a large number of empty valley stones.

Without the obstruction of Tiangang's fist, it is actually not difficult to refine the human seed bag. After Yang Jian finished walking more than 60 warehouses in the entire city, the breath had already been imprinted into this magic weapon.

"call!"

After releasing the more than 2,000 people trapped in it, Yang Jue exhaled a foul breath and completely refined the human race bag that fit in his palm.

After dispelling the brand of the original owner, it is actually not difficult to refine the magic weapon, but the difficulty is nurturing it.

The existence of any magic weapon needs to be supported by spirit energy, otherwise, it will not be able to be used, and it will even shrink day by day.

Its power is also related to warming.

"After becoming a martial sage, if I don't eat or drink every day, I can draw thirty strands of spiritual qi from the map of the clear water and cold pool. If I don't delay my normal work and rest, I will get twelve strands..."

Thinking silently in his heart, Yang Juan had no choice but to stop thinking about refining the Cuanxin Nail again.

The upper limit of warming and nourishing of the Golden Jiaoxie is 900 strands of spiritual qi, and this human race bag is 50,000 strands...

And unlike the Golden Dragon Scissors, the human race bag that contains a huge amount of supplies consumes spirit energy all the time.

Fortunately, there are still nearly 2,000 strands of spiritual energy in it. If he doesn't push it vigorously, it can last for fifty or sixty years in daily use.

"Old hag..."

In the night wind, the gate of Yang Prison was closed, and he sat quietly to adjust his breath, sorting out what he got in his race bag.

"330,000 sets of armor, more than 700,000 pieces of weapons mixed with black iron, more than 90,000 high-quality bows and crossbows, more than one million catties of arrows, more than 7 million copies of books, and 230,000 medicinal materials. Yu Wanjin..."

As he read it, Yang Ju felt his teeth ache.

This is not a simple quantity. Emperor Qianheng can carry it with him, and there is absolutely no inferior product, most of which are excellent and top-grade.

He was not surprised, after all, this is a huge wealth provided by hundreds of millions of people, but this is just some of the things that Emperor Qianheng carried with him...

Completely sacrificially refining the human race bag, all the items in it are very intuitive, and you can take it or store it as you want.

Counting the many materials in it carefully, at a certain moment, Yang Prison's spirit stopped in a certain warehouse.

It was an inconspicuous wooden shelf, and there were scattered bottles of medicinal pills on it, among which the one that caught his attention the most.

"Earth Yuan Great Pill..."

Yang Jue opened his eyes, and there was already a dusty porcelain bottle in his hand. Just from the appearance, no one could tell that this bottle of elixir was one of the top elixir in the world.

A Diyuan Great Pill can save the great master the sixty years of hard work to accumulate spiritual qi, and give him the opportunity to break through to the Martial Saint.

For this pill, Nie Longtian served the imperial court for a period of six years, and its value is self-evident.

And in this bottle, there are as many as three Earth Yuan Great Pills!

"Then Emperor Qianheng actually has medicine and doesn't need it?"

Yang Yu was a little surprised.

If it is said that there is only one piece of this medicine, it can also be said that Emperor Qianheng wanted to keep it for himself, but he clearly has three pieces...

After playing with it for a while, Yang Jue put away the bottle of elixir, and as soon as he thought about it, pieces of hundred-forged black iron appeared in front of him.

"Second level of financial refining and body refining, you can already absorb the power of gold and iron..."

With a second thought in his mind, Yang Jue didn't hesitate, he stretched out his palm, and grabbed the hundred-forged black iron in front of him.

Ji Xuantie entered his body, this was what he had thought about a long time ago.

There are countless rare irons in the world, but Xuantie can stand out among them and become synonymous with magic weapons, not only because of its sharpness and the largest number.

Also because of its major characteristics.

'Overlay! '

Of all the different types of iron in the world, there are many who can forge magical weapons, but only black iron can be tempered once, tempered a hundred times, tempered with a thousand hammers, and ten thousand hammers!

Even the black iron that has been cast into a weapon can still be combined in twos, continue to be tempered and superimposed!

Hundred-forged black iron may not be able to compare with those different irons, but after thousand-forged and ten-thousand-forged, there are very few comparable in the world.

And more importantly, Wanduan is not the end of black iron, but the end of manpower.

call!

The night wind blew in, blowing powder all over the sky, and there seemed to be a red light in the small courtyard, and the billowing heat wave also spread along with it.

Next door to the small courtyard, Lin Qitian, who was recovering from his wounds, felt his heart skip a beat. Looking at the light, he could see that the sky was scorching red and the golden light was introverted.

Faintly, there was a strong smell of gunpowder smoke, gold and iron.

But his attention was not on this, but on the strange yet familiar aura in the small courtyard...

At this moment, his dull brain seemed to have flashed a flash of light that stunned and horrified him:

"He is already a Martial Saint?!"

…

…

In the days that followed, Yang Ju stayed in the small town, living in a secluded place, except for summoning all the craftsmen to build a new forging furnace, he hardly ever went out.

Piles of black iron ingots turned into fly ash in his hands, and as the amount of black iron energy he absorbed gradually increased, not only his horizontal martial arts practice was improving, but his body that lifted the sky was also slowly moving towards the second level. .

This slowness is naturally compared with Jixuan iron bone refining. In fact, it is much faster than ordinary beating methods.

Gradually, he also grasped the mystery of the advancement of the body of the sky.

This supernatural power is rooted in the body and promotes the slow transformation of the body. At the same time, the strengthening of the body can also promote its promotion.

one day, two days...

January, February...

The residents of the small town were surprised to find that a gust of hot wind was blowing from nowhere in the city.

The wind was only warm at first, and the weather was not cold, so it didn't affect too many people.

But gradually, this hot wind became hotter and hotter, until the middle of winter and the end of the new year was approaching, this wind was already a bit hotter than the hot summer sun!

The blizzard, which was only slightly smaller than in previous years, was unexpectedly pushed outside the city by the hot wind.

All of a sudden, I don't know how many people exclaimed and astonished, and what's more, they thought that the gods came to the world.

call!

suck!

In the hot and unbearable red light, the naked Yang Jue sat cross-legged, his eyes closed and he exhaled, pieces of black iron flew up and surrounded him.

Every time a piece of iron ingot is turned into powder, another piece will be added to it in the courtyard.

And as the pieces of black iron melted, the red light around him became stronger and stronger, and in the end, his whole body became transparent.

The naked eye can see his skeletal fascia, even the internal organs and blood vessels that are still trembling while sitting cross-legged.

Swish!

At a certain moment, he opened his eyes as if feeling something:

"Liansheng..."

…

…

huh~

The cold wind outside the Great Wall crossed the border, blowing white the mountains and the land inside the pass. The territory of Yunzhou was completely white, and the heavy snow had not stopped for many days.

escape!

escape!

escape!

Under the fierce cold wind, Lin Wenjun was in a trance, and she, who did not dare to push her true strength, was frozen stiff.

But she didn't dare to stop, she had one and only one thought in her mind.

"When the elder came out of the customs, he was still very curious about what could make the saint who had been cultivated in my teaching for 20 or 30 years defect..."

Suddenly, the cold wind seemed to be frozen, and a cold voice came from the flying snow.

"Big, Great Elder?!"

Lin Wenjun's thinking seemed to be frozen.

It never occurred to her that in order to hunt down and kill a junior like herself who hadn't even reached the melting pot, the sect actually used a great elder...

"It turns out that the **** in your heart was destroyed and replaced by someone... But this is not the reason for you to defect."

In the wind and snow, an old woman with a face as red as blood appeared like a ghost, looking at Lin Wenjun, a look of disgust flashed in her eyes:

"Dare to steal the sacred objects of the religion, you bastard, who is the person behind you?!"

boom!

The snow exploded, and Lin Wenjun ran away, but as soon as he stood up, he was knocked down by a palm, and blood spurted wildly.

"you…"

The red-faced old woman was about to interrogate~www.novelmt.com~Suddenly, seeing the **** who had a face full of death rather than submission before, for some reason, she lowered her head strangely and made a gesture of worship:

"My maid, Lin Wenjun, kowtow to the master..."

"who?!"

Her expression changed suddenly, and when she turned her head suddenly, she saw a figure approaching from a distance in the wind and snow.

"Although I don't want to admit it, but what she mentioned, I think it's me..."

"Who are you…"

The moment the voice fell, the old woman finally saw the face of the person coming.

boom!

It was as if thunder was exploding in front of him, his body shook violently, and he was about to run away without thinking.

"Yang Prison!"

The shrill scream was extinguished by the violent force, and the old woman fell into the snowdrift like a dead dog, and Yang Qiang didn't even look at her.

But his gaze never left Lin Wenjun's left and right:

"Sunshot Dao Fruit?"

Good night…

(end of this chapter)