Yu Chun was furious, if it weren't for the big gap between the two sides, he would have to do it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Finally swallowed the anger in his heart, he said angrily: "The divine materials needed by this seat, all kinds of divine materials for refining magic weapons, senior masters like this seat, must have magic weapons refined by divine materials to show the greatness of this seat." ”

The excitement in Wu Yuan's heart was extinguished in an instant, just like Yu Chun before, he also had a feeling of being underestimated, thinking about the various actions just now, he felt a burst of shame in his heart, and then quickly turned into anger.

The reason why the divine material is called the divine material is not only to have extremely cherished heaven and earth divine marks, but also to be extremely rare, and in the world of monks, only a very small number of people can have it. And most of these people who have it are still only a little bit, but this is enough for them to be proud, and even their descendants are proud of it.

No wonder Yuchun was stumbling at the beginning, and it seemed difficult to speak, this kind of thing of collecting divine materials was not easy even for the Wu Palace.

Although there are many types of divine materials, it is too difficult to be born, and it takes a long time for any bit of usefulness to be useful, and if you want to collect them and refine enough to refine a magic weapon, it will take even longer time, which is not easy for one or two generations to achieve, and even requires dozens of generations, hundreds of generations, or even longer for a clan.

Although there are always a very small number of people who can get enough divine materials by their own chances, such opportunities are rarer than the appearance of divine materials.

The Wu clan has gone through a long time and accumulated a lot of divine materials, but they have all been assigned to the Tianjiao in the clan, especially in the current world, no matter where it is, Tianjiao has appeared one after another, there has never been an era, there will be so many Tianjiao, and there will not even be any era that can be compared to the current tenths and twelves.

The divine materials that have been painstakingly collected by generations of clansmen have long been consumed in the Wu Clan, and there is not even a trace of dust left. The Wu clan is not bad, if it is other places, it may not be enough to distribute at all, and there may be many people who have gone out to look for it.

The value of the divine material has exceeded any previous moment, and I don't know how many people have stepped into the secret land and the Jedi, and it is no problem to dig three feet into the ground.

"Maybe a lot of the secret lands will be extinct because of this, and the Jedi will be very different. Thinking about the difficulty of collecting divine materials, Wu Yuan suddenly showed a wry smile.

"I also know the situation in the world, so I don't rush it, I just need you to work hard. Yu Chun opened his mouth very generously, and drank from the wine jar in front of him.

The aroma and fragrance of wine filled the whole room, looking at the fewer and fewer treasured fruits and more and more empty wine jars, Wu Yuan's heart was filled with endless sadness.

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In another distant part of the Witch Palace, Ning Fei, who was speeding away, suddenly stopped and looked back at the back.

"That sage's aura has also disappeared, has it been suppressed, but why did the Heavenly Killing Sword appear?" Ning Fei muttered to himself, although those breaths were faint and obviously hidden by some power, he could still feel some of them.

He didn't stay in the witch hall for much time, and he always felt that the witch hall was full of supernatural things, like the aura of the sage that appeared at a glance, and God knows how many unknown things were hidden here.

"There is so much hidden in the witch hall that the elders have not said anything at all...... Now I am not a true Holy Son, or I need a higher realm, maybe a Holy One. Ning Fei felt a crisis looming around him, and he sweated for these people who were cultivating in the Witch Palace, and he couldn't help but feel worried in his heart.

In this witch hall, there are many people who make him worry, even if he is not the holy son of the witch clan, he can't just leave them and don't care, just let them live in this world where special dangers will appear at any time, which he doesn't want to see.

But if you think about it carefully, the Witch Temple has existed for so long, and it has always been standing, even if he doesn't know it deeply, he knows that the world of the Witch Temple is more stable than the outside world, and it has never suffered much damage.

When it comes to the safety of the Witch Temple world, many elders will hold their heads up proudly, with holy weapons to suppress, and there are many elders in charge, it is indeed difficult for a monk to wreak havoc here, but if the other party is a saint, all this is impossible to talk about.

Whether it is the holy weapon or the many elders of the witch clan, as long as there is no saint, they will calmly deal with the real saint, maybe the magic circles that have been arranged in the witch hall from ancient times to the present will play a major role and can effectively protect the witch temple, but it is only a matter of time before it is broken by the saint, and the kind of power that the saint has is almost unhindered in the world.

The psychic monk may defeat the true god, and the true god may also defeat the king, but it is difficult for the king to defeat the emperor, and in the face of the sage, the emperor is simply an ant, even a half-step sage does not have the slightest hope.

With the ascension of the realm, this gap will become bigger and bigger, the Sages are already invincible, and what will happen to the Dao Venerables who are stronger than the Sages, Ning Fei can hardly imagine.

"Only when you see the real Dao Venerable make a move, can you understand their power. Ning Fei continued to fly quickly, although he was only in the realm of kings, but he had the power of a half-step emperor, his speed was terrifying, and everywhere he passed, the space began to turbulent, it seemed that as long as the strength was stronger, and the speed was faster, he could cut through the space, like those powerful emperors, tearing the space through.

The Ten Heavens of the King, the next step is the real half-step Emperor Realm, Ning Fei has some expectations, by that time, what kind of power should he have.

Mountains and rivers disappeared at his feet, and an ordinary stone gate disappeared in a flash, it was the primordial witch gate, even if it was just a quick glance, he could recognize it clearly, the unique aura of the primordial witch gate, he couldn't be wrong at all.

In the depths of the primitive witch gate, there is a great calamity in the world of witch people and even monks, it is the lair of erosion, no matter how hard the ancestors of the past, they can only be repelled but not eliminated, just like the thick sores on the body, trying to fight again and again, but can only maintain a painful balance.

Whether it is the speculation of the elders or the recent experience, everything indicates one thing, the eclipse is about to happen, and this is even the mouth of the Twelve Lords.

As a saint, he was arrogant, and he would not lie to these monks.

Although in the final blow of the Hidden Elder, the Zun XII suffered great damage, this cannot be said to be a victory for the monks.

There is a saint in the eclipse, and there is more than one lair of the eclipse, and the other places should be the same, even if their sage is in the same situation as the current twelve, it is also a saint cultivation, even if he is seriously injured, it is not a holy weapon that can resist it.

Among the many monks, the saint is rare to see, and in the face of the impending eruption of the catastrophe, everyone is at a loss in their hearts.

Ning Fei had come into contact with the real Eclipse, and he understood that Eclipse was powerful, it was an existence that even Tianjiao in the same level was difficult to deal with, and ordinary monks who fought with them were only one-sided slaughter.

Even if the Sage can't eclipse, those who are close to the Sage will be difficult to resist. Ning Fei's eyes were full of war, and his body rushed into a Shura battlefield, countless eclipses rushed towards him, kings, emperors, and even true gods, all kinds of forces surging towards him.

Even if he has the strength that others in his generation are difficult to match, what can he do at this moment, loneliness and imitation entangle his body and mind.