Doomsday Ruins!

It is rumored that before the Doom Fortress ruled the wasteland, there was only one super power in the wasteland, and then a great war swept through the wasteland, and the place became completely desolate, the old forces disappeared, and the Doom Fortress rose to take advantage of the situation.

The wasteland was developed as the wasteland's largest trading center.

In the distance, a black city that looked like a myriad of metal piled up appeared in sight, chaotic and ancient.

"Before the rise of the Doomsday Fortress, this place was the center of the wasteland, the true master of this world. Su Qinghe whispered.

Even Emperor Qin said that there is no eternal force in this world, and there is no invincible inheritance.

As strong as the Temple of Light, they all bowed their heads in front of Lin Luotian back then, eclipsing the immortal glory.

"The Doomsday Fortress is also interesting to have developed this place so prosperously. ”

Around, a train and horses galloped towards the ruined city in the distance, and a large number of convoys and horse teams were endless.

Obviously, the prosperity of the Doomsday Ruins is comparable to that of the Forty-Nine Cities in the outside world, and can even be compared to the Eight Great King Cities.

This is like the establishment of a new dynasty and the abolition of the old dynasty, but the former capital is still the center of the world.

Such a reality is unconscionable.

"The Doomsday Fortress is too bold to think it can suppress everything. Su Qinghe said lightly.

The entire wasteland knows that the rise of the Doomsday Fortress is extremely mysterious, ignorant and unconscious, quietly replacing the behemoth of yesteryear, and no one has ever dared to shake its position in the wasteland for so many years.

In fact, the Fortress of Doom has a somewhat detached position in the wasteland, interfering with little to no faction or participating in any events.

The Doomsday Fortress is like an invisible hand, which clearly exists, but people can't feel it, and sometimes even ignores it automatically.

"Do you know who the owner of the Doomsday Fortress is?" asked Wang Qiong casually.

Su Qinghe shook his head.

Not to mention that she didn't know, even if her master, the Night King, and even those high-level forces, I'm afraid no one knew the true identity of the master of the Doomsday Fortress.

This behemoth is like a monster hidden in the mist, revealing nothing more than scales and claws.

"I'm finally able to come out and breathe. ”

At this moment, in the car, Yang Qi got out, and the dazzling sunlight made his sleepy eyes a little difficult to adapt.

"You've been so nice to your men that you've even taken him with you. Su Qinghe glanced at it and said lightly.

In his eyes, Yang Qi had just stepped into the Replenishing Yuan Realm, and his strength was negligible.

Not to mention in the Night King Boat, even if it is the current No. 73 butcher shop, such a small role is a big handful.

This time he came to the ruins of Doom to purchase treasures, Wang Qiong didn't bring anyone, and brought Yang Qi alone, which made Su Qinghe feel a little weird.

When Yang Qi heard this, his brows furrowed slightly, and a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, but he didn't speak.

In front of Wang Qiong, he is still extremely honest.

Besides, Su Qinghe's strength is much stronger than him, and the other party can pinch him to death with one finger, so it's normal to look down on him.

After all, strength is the foundation of everything, and it is also the innate condition for others to respect you.

This is true everywhere, not to mention in the wasteland, but also in the outside world.

Wang Qiong knew what the two of them thought.

A woman like Su Qinghe, what kind of man has not seen her, she is extremely outstanding in herself, her heart is extremely high, and there are really not many men who can make her magic eye.

Wang Qiong is barely one, and as for Yang Qi, it is not worth her glance at all.

However, Wang Qiong knew that Yang Qi's body contained an extremely terrifying potential, and this potential was not under Ye Mo and Ming Haoran.

This kid just lacks resources and training.

Wang Qiong believes that one day, his name will resound in the wasteland, and even in the world, shaking all sides.

Therefore, Wang Qiong attaches great importance to Yang Qi, even more than prison.

"I'm afraid that if I don't take you out to breathe, you'll die. Wang Qiong said with a smile, regardless of what the two of them thought in their hearts.

When Yang Qi heard this, his face trembled suddenly, as if he had been reminded of bad memories.

These days, he has been trained miserably by the donkey master.

Every day is like walking in hell, that life is worse than death, and it is really painful to want to give yourself a happy feeling at any time.

However, the effect of this honing is also immediate.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to break through from the Tinder Realm to the Replenishing Yuan Realm in such a short period of time.

Originally, the donkey master had to take advantage of the victory to pursue and increase the intensity.

Wang Qiong was afraid that Yang Qi would die if he was not careful, so he secretly took him out to relax.

"Boss, how long will we be out this time?" Yang Qi asked with concern.

"I'll go back when I'm done shopping. Wang Qiong knew his thoughts and said with a smile.

This time, the main thing is to buy mineral deposits, once the purchase is complete, after going back, the spirit nest can be completely cultivated.

When the time comes, as soon as the magic circle is completed, Wang Qiong will be able to leave the wasteland, and he will naturally return to his heart like an arrow and do not want to stay.

"Boss, I heard that the ruins of the end are extremely prosperous, or we will stay for two days, maybe we can get some great treasure. Yang Qi said bewildermently.

There are many treasures in the ruins of the apocalypse, true and false, false and real.

For outsiders, this is not only a gold cave, but also a gold panning place, where risks and opportunities coexist.

It's just that the water in here is very deep, and ordinary people don't dare to set foot easily.

Even so, there are still many people who come forward every year, hoping to use their "unique" vision and luck to redeem from the many ruins and antiquities to the buried treasures.

Regarding these rumors, along the way, Wang Qiong also heard a lot from Su Qinghe.

For example, the owner of the giant grotto among the 72 major forces, it was because he found a stone tablet in the ruins of the end of the world, from which he realized a long-lost god form, and stepped into the realm of melting weapons, so as to achieve today's hegemony.

However, there is no good thing like this, and 10,000 people may not be able to succeed in Taobao.

This is actually no different from gambling, nine out of ten bets are lost, probably the same.

"Don't want to be lazy, go back this time, when you can beat the prison, you will come out again. Wang Qiong scolded with a smile.

"What, that guy is the eightfold of the Yuan Replenishment Realm!" Yang Qi's eyes widened, and a wail echoed in front of the ruins of the apocalypse.

Wang Qiong laughed.

Suddenly, his eyebrows jumped, the smile on his face suddenly froze, and his nose couldn't help but move, revealing a strange look.

"What's wrong?" Su Qinghe looked at him differently and said with concern.

"Do you smell a particular smell?"

Su Qingheqiong's nose moved slightly: "It seems to be a tobacco-flavored ......"

"This is the smell of the boss!?"

Wang Qiong's heart was shocked, revealing a surprised expression.

In Sanyang Town, the boss is a well-known big smoking gun, and he barely leaves his mouth.

In his own words, Ning Shao has three meals and is not short of a bag of cigarettes.

However, the cigarettes smoked by the boss were very special and could not be bought on the market.

At the beginning, when Wang Qiong went to the Guangming School Palace in Red Dragon City, he once walked around the Fang Market and wanted to buy some good tobacco for the boss.

However, I didn't find the kind that the boss often smoked.

Later, Wang Qiong was not found in Luo Wangcheng.

"The boss is also in the wasteland?" Wang Qiong's eyes lit up, and he suddenly became excited.

That's one of the twelve thrones, and if he can really find the boss, he still needs to hide in Tibet?

Thinking of this, Wang Qiong clenched his fists tightly, grabbed the reins, and rode the white bone scale wing horse under his crotch, and galloped away with the strong smell of smoke.

Su Qinghe was stunned, and also turned around and chased after him.

"Are you okay with this?" Su Qinghe looked at Wang Qiong with a strange expression.

Most of the geniuses are obsessed with the path of cultivation, but as long as they are human, they have desires.

Some people are greedy for money, some are lustful, and some are murderous...... It's all normal.

It's just that Su Qinghe didn't expect Wang Qiong's personal habits to be so weird, and he turned out to be an old smoking gun!?

"There are also a lot of high-quality tobacco in the wasteland, and every year those junior forces below will also make a lot of offerings, and I will send you some later. Su Qinghe said.

In the wasteland, things like tobacco are extremely niche.

After all, survival and cultivation come first.

"It's not the same. Wang Qiong shook his head.

There are thousands of tobaccos in the world, but none of them are as special as the boss smokes.

Even the Qin Huangting Research Institute has launched many new types of tobacco, and they are popular all over the world, among which the code name "Huazi" is the most popular.

At the beginning, Li Chunfeng also sent some to Wang Qiong.

However, the taste of these tobaccos is very different from what the boss smokes.

The taste is strong and spicy, like a barren land, rough and boundless, with a long aftertaste.

It's like "the old cow ploughs the land", which is the satisfaction after exhaustion, and the ethereal spirit of physical and mental liberation.

Wang Qiong had been inhaling second-hand smoke in the Black Blade Butcher Shop for three years, and he was all too familiar with this smell.

Moments later, on the outskirts of the ruins of Doom, a small ruin.

It was full of ruins, and among the huge stones, bronze trees grew with thick trunks like pillars and scales.

At this time, quite a few people are cutting down these trees.

Wang Qiong tightened his reins and stopped, and the smell of smoke came from here.

"Hmm, this kind of tree has not mutated?" Wang Qiong glanced at it, and couldn't help but be surprised.

The wasteland is teeming with mutations, and few life forms are uninfected.

"This kind of tree is called the Great Withered Glory Tree, which is born and dies instantly, constantly transformed, and is considered a dead thing, worthless. Su Qinghe glanced at it.

The Great Withered Tree is common in the wasteland, but it has no fruit and is not edible, so it has little value.

Many people chop it up and burn it for firewood.

Those who are old, weak, sick and disabled, and have no ability to hunt demon beasts, sell their strength here, cut down the big withered trees, and exchange them for meager demon beast meat, and chat to get by.

Therefore, almost all of the people who cut wood here are incapable and weak nomads.

"It's him!?"

At this moment, Wang Qiong's gaze fell on a middle-aged man.

He was dressed in a burlap coat and had a pitch-black axe at his waist, the blades of which were curled and mottled with rust.

At this moment, he was sitting on a large fallen dead tree and smoking a cigarette.

The woodcutter took two puffs and spat out the yellow-white smoke rings, revealing a satisfied expression.

This taste is exactly the same as what the boss smoked.

Wang Qiong jumped off the white bone scale wing and walked over.

"Uncle, where did you get this tobacco?" Wang Qiong walked up to the middle-aged woodcutter and asked.

The woodcutter raised his eyes, glanced lightly, pointed to the big withered wood next to him, and said lightly: "It's this thing, if you want it, exchange it for meat." ”

"This kind of wood!?" Wang Qiong was stunned.

The cigarette that the boss smoked was actually made of this wood?

"Uncle, how do you sell this tobacco?" asked Wang Qiong.

The woodcutter paused for a moment, then raised his eyes and looked at Wang Qiong.

"30 catties of second-class demon beast meat, one or two tobacco. ”

"What? Why don't you grab it?"

Yang Qi almost didn't jump.

30 catties of second-level demon beast meat, can be exchanged for 3,000 catties of first-class demon beast meat, one or two tobacco?

"Love to buy or not...... You've wandered the wasteland, and you can't find a second home. ”

The woodcutter withdrew his gaze, looking lazy.

"Let's go, this kind of tobacco isn't worth the price. Su Qinghe also said.

In the wasteland, there are many such people, who want to knock on a stroke when they see a source, and if they succeed, they don't have to worry about their livelihood for a long time.

It's also a gamble.

However, there are not many wrongdoers like this.

"Uncle, you just keep it all your life, I'm afraid you won't be able to find a master who can read the goods. Wang Qiong said lightly.

"Who said that?"

The woodcutter glanced at him, took a deep breath of his cigarette, exhaled the smoke ring, and said with a lonely expression.

"There used to be a man who would often come to visit me, and he would sell hundreds of pounds of tobacco...... That's what you call magnanimity...... Pity...... He hadn't been here for a long time. The woodcutter shook his head and sighed.

He has also been in the limelight, and even spent money in the ruins of the end of the world, drunk with money.

It was because of a man who often patronized his tobacco and was generous that he accumulated a lot of wealth.

It's a pity that since one day, the man has never come again.

"Boss!?"

Wang Qiong's first reaction was to think of the boss.

Ma De, when he was in Sanyang Town, treated him like a cow and a horse, and he was generous outside.

This woodcutter is obviously used to being wrong by the boss and treats everyone as wronged.

"Uncle, bring me ten pounds of tobacco. Wang Qiong said suddenly.

"Boss......" Yang Qi was stunned, this was obviously slaughtering them as fat sheep.

"Young man, with vision. The woodcutter grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth: "You can have a big meal today." ”

As he spoke, he took out a tattered animal skin and wrapped it in a pack full of tobacco.

Wang Qiong weighed it, about ten catties, and he may still owe some.

But he didn't bother to care, anyway, he bought it for the boss.

"Uncle, if that man comes to you again to buy tobacco, you tell him that someone asks him for a salary and asks him to show up. ”

Wang Qiong handed over a fire ring containing 300 catties of demon beast meat, and then turned to leave.

The woodcutter looked at Wang Qiong's distant back, and suddenly, at his waist, the rotten axe trembled slightly, and let out a low groan.

The woodcutter's hand slowly fell, gently soothed, and slowly withdrew his gaze.

"The disciple of the black blade, the sword of the demon craftsman...... Interesting......"

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