Hearing this, Mo Jia's expression became solemn.

These cards are his life-saving cards, and if he loses them, his combat power will almost drop to only 10%.

This kind of combat power is definitely not enough to support him to come back alive from the country of disgust.

As a player, of course, he is not afraid of death, anyway, death is only to return to the resurrection point, or he will be a good man again in a few minutes.

That being said, in reality, players try to avoid dying.

Every death of the player comes at a cost, either in terms of experience, or gold, or even dragon coins. Continuous death in a short period of time will make him pay an exponential price, not to mention the money, the experience points can't withstand such a deduction, and the distance from Drifting Snow City to here is long, and there is no direct teleportation array between the two, death and resurrection will delay him a lot of time.

In short, Mo Jia had a mission on his side, especially when he was about to go deep into the Longtan Tiger's Den, and he didn't want to lose his combat power before the war began.

"The worst thing is that I am afraid it doesn't stop there." Zhang Ze seemed to see the worry in Mo Jia's heart, and deliberately poured a scoop of cold water on him.

"What do you mean by that?"

"The attrition of cards is not temporary, nor is it a one-time thing, but it is gradual."

"Do you mean that this set of cards will eventually be completely broken and will not listen to me?"

Zhang Ze nodded.

Indeed, things that have been eroded by the will of the Heavenly Dao, whether they are people or things, cannot escape the fate of being purified.

Cards that carry the will of the craftsman are no exception.

He pulled a playing card out of his bosom and fiddled with it in front of Moga. After a few spins in Zhang Ze's hand, the playing card, which was originally a paper, became silver and shiny, with a material similar to the set of cards in Mo Jia's hand.

"It's easy to make a card, but it's hard to make a set."

Zhang Ze smiled and threw the card to Mo Jia.

As clever as Mojia is, it's easy to spot the difference between a single card and a combination.

"You should be well aware that in this game, if you want to create anything valuable, you have to pay a price, whether it's rare materials, or gold, or dragon coins, or even evil weapons that need to be sacrificed."

Since he is destined to get his own weapon, there is no need for Zhang Ze to hide it.

Mo Jia really heard the voiceover from his words, and his eyes changed when he looked at the set of cards beside him.

"You mean, this set of cards is ...... too"

"That's right, it's an evil martial art, so, under the erosion of the will of the Heavenly Dao, it's like a defenseless baby, and it's easy to be choked by the lifeline."

"I've heard that there is self-will in evil martial arts. Moreover, if the user's mood swings are large, these self-wills that were originally stored in the evil martial arts may turn against the owner. ”

Mo Jia pursed his lips, as if thinking of some not-so-pleasant memory.

"Looks like you know a lot, so I guess you've investigated the origin of this set of cards, right?"

Zhang Ze was still smiling, and he didn't feel that he had created an evil martial arts at all.

"The creation of evil martial arts is often the coexistence of blood and corpses, and many people who try to create evil martial arts end up either crazy or die, and few can die well, the reason is very simple, this evil martial arts is a typical example of great rebellion.

Just like the zombies and evil ghosts described in ancient books, their existence is not tolerated by the Heavenly Dao, but their situation is much better than that of these real zombies and evil ghosts, because they have serious carriers.

In order to control the undead of Otomo, I also dug up the grave of his sweetheart and put the ashes of his sweetheart into the cards, so that they could contain each other and not rebel.

Of course, that's not enough.

Otomo and his sweetheart are both famous executioners on the ancient battlefield, and they have great evil in their hearts. If it's just the will of the two of them, then the deck can't be in the sun.

In order for their will to exist, I can only create a bright shell for them to contain their evil will. So, I dug up the grave of another great sage of the ancient times, took out his ashes, and fused them with ordinary playing cards.

Eventually, I was able to get the wills of all three to merge perfectly into this deck. ”

Zhang Ze told the history of this deck of cards, and took grave stealing and digging graves for granted, which made Mo Jia frown frequently.

Mo Jia's reaction was also expected by Zhang Ze.

After all, these cuties are all ancients more than 200 years ago, who have not experienced darkness and do not know the pain of racking their brains to survive.

Zhang Ze patted him on the shoulder: "Saying so much, I just want to tell you that this is not without a solution." Now that the will of the two of them in this card is dissipating violently, and the will of the Great Sage is being swallowed and assimilated by the will of the Heavenly Dao, if you want to repair this deck of cards, you can only find a way to recreate the perfect balance of the three to contain each other. ”

Speaking of which, Mo Jia was already keenly aware of the underlying intention in the other party's words.

He didn't doubt that this man named Zhang Ze had the ability to help him repair the cards, but he would never trust the other party with these three words.

This card is an evil force, so what? A knife used to chop vegetables can also be used to kill people, depending on how the user does it.

Of course, just in case, the card becomes hot and no longer obeys his orders, and when that time comes, he will definitely destroy it without hesitation!

Mo Jia pinched the back of Zhang Ze's hand and took it off his shoulder.

His instincts told him that this man was dangerous and that he should never get too close to him.

"Your solution is probably not provided for free, is it?"

"Haha, you're so smart! I like to talk to smart people, it's effortless. ”

"What do you want?"

"In the territory of the country of disgust, in the depths of the Gem Mountain, the Lingquan Great Jade Terrace."

Zhang Ze put away his cynical smile and became deep and serious.

Mo Jia shouted in a lost voice: "Lingquan Great Jade Terrace?!" Your ambitions are too great. Do you know what it is? For an ordinary person like me, it's hard to even get close to it, let alone take it away! ”

Everyone knows the legend about Lingquan in the country of disgust, and Mo Jia is no exception. Although he likes to collect all kinds of good things, he is by no means Ye Cheng's kind of collector who doesn't know what to do, he knows very well what he can touch and what he can't touch.

"This is something that no one else can do, but you can definitely do it."

Zhang Ze stretched out a finger and poked it at the barrier of the mountain light, reflecting a shining formation.

"Come, reach out and try it, it will remind you of some good memories."