However, it is this last step from the transformation of the mortal that is the real problem!

This step requires an extremely large amount of energy to refine one's own internal strength, and only with the help of external energy and physical strength can the small mixed element be integrated to form mana!

Mo Yu couldn't help but scratch his ears and cheeks a little, if the system was fine, then he didn't need any energy at all, as long as he went out to kill for a while, he could naturally upgrade.

However, since entering the Martial God Realm, the system has no sound, and it is useless to even call him.

Mo Yu knew in his heart that the system had begun to be upgraded, just like in his previous life.

Each realm of the Six Realms of Martial Dao is divided into ten sub-levels, so the full level of the Six Realms of Martial Arts is sixty levels.

Mo Yu has already reached the full level, and now that he has entered the Martial God Realm, the system has been affected by the great environment and has begun to transform itself.

According to the experience of Mo Yu's previous life, Mo Yu knew very well in his heart that with this upgrade, the system would definitely cancel some useless functions, and then add some functions suitable for the present.

Among them, the biggest change is the upgrade system.

Before, it was about progression to upgrade, but it was not like this in the Martial God Realm.

It will be defined according to the realm level of the Martial God Realm.

It is like the six realms of metamorphosis: mana, dharma, transformation, source, divine sea, and knot.

Each of these six realms is subdivided into four sub-realms of the early, middle, and late stages of consummation, and the system will follow suit.

In this way, not only can you be more clear about your own realm, but also can better estimate the speed of strength progress.

In addition, the system will also open up a subclass system, such as blacksmithing, alchemy, and so on.

In the previous life, the Huaxia Divine Kingdom was able to develop so smoothly, and there was also a credit to Mo Yu as a god-level alchemist!

This is also the reason why Mo Yu sold the Tribulation Golden Pill to Ning Immortal so simply in the early stage of the end of the world, as long as his strength is reached, he can refine any pill he wants.

What kind of robbery Jin Dan, if it weren't for the demigods of the Martial God Realm to stop it, even the lower grade God Pill Mo Yu would have almost succeeded in refining it at the beginning.

If you can do it all over again in this life, many things can be avoided, and your cultivation path will inevitably be a hundred times more exciting than in your previous life!

Mo Yu couldn't help but smile and shouted in his heart: "System, come out!" ”

"Ding, the system is being upgraded, it said it didn't want to deal with you, and said a roll word to you!"

Mo Yu's face darkened when he heard this, he snorted coldly, pushed open the dilapidated door, and walked towards the street.

Step by step, with Mo Yu's footsteps, every step falls, the internal strength of Mo Yu's body containing the martial intent of the Three Thousand Great Dao will continue to surge, and then stimulate the scalp to quickly grow hair, and strands of long hair slowly appear on the top of Mo Yu's head.

When Mo Yu walked to the gate of the small courtyard, his hair had already fallen over his shoulders, just like an ancient.

Pushing open the gate, looking at the passers-by and the occasional soldier passing by, Mo Yu hooked the corners of his mouth and showed an evil smile, and then he made his hair messy, covering half of his face and walking towards the street.

No way, it's also a sin to look too demonic!

Walking slowly in this ancient city, Mo Yu felt the unique charm of the Martial God Realm, and couldn't help but want to laugh.

In his previous life, Mo Yu has been busy with calculations and conspiracies since he entered the Martial God Realm, and he has never had a moment of rest, even if he finally became a demigod, he was standing on the top of the peak that all beings could not see, looking down on the whole world.

Now, entering in advance, Mo Yu can be regarded as having a taste of this society like ancient China.

Socialism is good!

Looking at the ordinary people with sad faces and full traces of wind and frost years, Mo Yu couldn't help but sigh.

After going around for a long time, Mo Yu went all the way to noon, and then he casually found an herbal tea stall and sat down.

The owner of the herbal tea stall is an old farmer, a very good person, and Mo Yu chatted a lot, and even knew that Mo Yu had no money, so he handed Mo Yu a bowl of herbal tea and a small bench.

Sitting on the small bench, watching the old farmer busy pouring tea for the people who came here to rest, Mo Yu couldn't help but smile.

Contented and happy, this old farmer is also a wonderful person.

After drinking all the herbal tea, Mo Yu casually put the pottery bowl on the ground in front of him.

As soon as he wanted to get up and say goodbye to the old farmer, at this time, a pair of young men and women covered in silk and jade pendants walked over.

The woman was twenty-eight years old, she was an extremely good-looking young woman, she looked at Mo Yu's exposed face, and said to the man next to her with a little blush: "Husband, you see that beggar is so pitiful, give him some silver?" ”

The man was stunned when he heard this, then looked at Mo Yu, and then said angrily: "Poor? If he is pitiful, aren't we even more pitiful? Why are there so many beggars in our city? Isn't it because in our Qi Netherworld City, there are many rich merchants and martial arts heroes? Which of these beggars is poor? Maybe they're worth more than ours. In these years, as a beggar in our Qiyin City, there is a lot of silver to take every day. ”

The woman didn't dare to speak when she heard this, but she couldn't help but look back at Mo Yu.

Mo Yu looked at the little young woman and raised his eyebrows, which suddenly made the little young woman's face blush.

The corners of his mouth hooked up an evil smile, and Mo Yu said, "Two, wait!" ”

Hearing this, the two looked back at Mo Yu, and were a little puzzled, this beggar, do you still want to be hard?

I saw Mo Yu grab the collar and pull it out, revealing the special silk made by the palace, and then sneered at the man: "You're right, I'm really not poor, the reason why I disguised myself as a beggar is to see who can be sincere to me when I'm down!" I'm a person, I don't lack anything, I don't lack money, and those who can really help me, I will at least pay back ten times! ”

"Neurotic!" When the man heard this, there was a slight fear in his eyes, and then he muttered and pulled the young woman forward quickly.

"Hey, you're hurting me."

"Don't make a sound, the beggar is wearing palace satin, I took a look at the richest man's house, we can't afford to provoke it, hurry up!"

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Waiting for the man and the young woman to walk away, Mo Yu's eyes turned slightly, squinted at the people around him, sneered in his heart, and continued to sit still.

Greed is man's greatest original sin!

Sure enough, a fat man who saw what Mo Yu was doing came over from a distance.

In this society, the flesh of this person is definitely a symbol of not being easy to mess with.

The fat man was covered in a green robe, covered with gold stripes, and there were a few pieces of jade hanging from his waist, which were worth a lot of money at first glance.

The fat man walked up to Mo Yu, took out a hundred taels of silver tickets from his arms, and gently placed them in Mo Yu's bowl.

"Little brother, who hasn't been down? Take this money and live a good life! I live at No. 37 Erhe Hutong on the street, and if you need my help, just come. The fat man said with a cold face.

Mo Yu picked up the silver ticket, stuffed it into his arms, and showed a mysterious smile to the fat man.

After the fat man left, some people who had ideas in their hearts followed the example of the fat man and put money into Mo Yu's bowl and reported the location of their home.

There are a few taels, there are also dozens of taels, and the largest is a silver ticket of 1,000 taels.

Mo Yu wrote down the faces and addresses of everyone present one by one, and then sat until the evening.

When night fell, Mo Yu got up, handed the bowl to the old farmer who was collecting the stall, and then took out a hundred taels of silver ticket and stuffed it into the old farmer's hand, then jumped up and disappeared into the night sky.

Feeling the prying eyes behind him, Mo Yu's mouth hooked up a smile and slowed down his speed.

He began to look for the address left by those people during the day to deliver money.

Whoever gives ten taels, he will surely give a hundred taels and put them in the crack of the door.

In this way, under the eyes of people with a heart, Mo Yu was busy until dawn.

When the sky dawned, Mo Yu returned to the vicinity of the tea stall, continued to hold a broken bowl and began to beg.

And what Mo Yu did last night has already been spread, and at this time, there are many people who came earlier than Mo Yu!

As Mo Yu sat down, several long queues lined up, and silver tickets were placed in front of Mo Yu, and the sound of self-reporting was endless.

Mo Yu nodded with a smile, took out a hemp bag from his arms, and after opening it, he began to put the silver tickets in the sack.

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