Two days later.

The Galaxy Transcendent Academy has become very lively.

When a number of extraordinary organizations are here, ready to participate in a unique auction.

Knowing that Wei Fang was making a big fuss in the Dream Star Field, and fighting with the great god of the Lord of Blood, and retreating with his whole body, the various transcendent organizations of the Star River Civilization knew:

A true Bounder was born.

The Galaxy Transcendent Academy will have a super powerhouse that is infinitely close to the combat power of the gods.

So.

They all took advantage of the opportunity of the auction to come to the Transcendent Academy.

Some of these people sincerely want to participate in the auction and want to get a copy of the eighth-level fate from Wei Fang. Some people put their focus on Wei Fang himself, wanting to take this opportunity to get to know Wei Fang and express goodwill. There are also some people who are just out of curiosity about Wei Fang, and want to take a closer look at how this big man who has risen rapidly in the galaxy civilization is doing.

All kinds of thoughts, all kinds of purposes, quite complicated.

At this moment, in a huge hall of the Galaxy Transcendent Academy, the atmosphere was warm, and many high-level transcendents who exuded strong spiritual fluctuations raised the signs in their hands and shouted loudly.

Here, is the scene of the eighth-level fate auction.

Here, the high-level transcendents with a majestic posture on weekdays, like ordinary people, carry out fierce competition, wantonly show their emotions, without scruples, in order to win the auction, they scold each other. Trading, vertical and horizontal.

The value of a true eighth-level destiny can be measured from their various actions.

At the same time, this scene also appeared on a huge desk.

Zhen Luo retracted his gaze and said to Wei Fang with a smile:

"To be honest, this scene, even in the entire galaxy transcendent civilization, is very difficult to see, on weekdays, even the top transcendent organization, with a similar eighth-level fate, will only circulate within this organization.

"Even if there is no suitable person to use it, it will choose to seal it up and wait for the next one.

"It's not like you, you can't just take it out for auction in exchange for what you need."

With the current personality of Zhenluo and Wei Fang. Naturally, it was impossible for them to go to the auction in person, so the two of them used their abilities to observe all this in Zhenluo's office.

The hot scene at the scene had already exceeded Wei Fang's expectations, and he seemed to have underestimated the persistence of some transcendent organizations of the galaxy transcendent civilization to the fate of the eighth level.

Judging from this scene, he is really going to get rich this time.

It is estimated that after this auction is over, he will get a large amount of resources, and when the time comes, with these, he will naturally be able to exchange for some of the things he needs?

For Wei Fang, it is naturally the fastest way to directly rob money, but at his level, what he needs is not goods, but things with higher value.

Most of these things exist in large transcendent organizations.

He still has his sanity now, so naturally it is impossible for him to rampage within the transcendent civilization of the galaxy in order to obtain those things. Although his current strength has stood at the forefront of the galaxy's transcendent civilization, after fighting with the Lord of Blood, he also understands that the water of the galaxy's transcendent civilization is very deep, and he can't really reach the bottom now.

So.

In some cases, it's better to follow some rules.

Zhenluo raised his palm and tapped the table lightly, making a heavy sound, and the scene of the auction slowly disappeared.

After doing this, he took the initiative to ask:

"Come to think of it, you should also know that after this auction, you will gain a lot.

"However, in my opinion, these are just superficial wealth, which means a lot to you, and at our level, precious knowledge, powerful mysterious items, and the coordinates of some important locations are the real wealth."

He paused, then asked:

"How? Have you thought about what you will change after you get these resources?

"Hehe, at this point, I can help, no matter what, I have been in charge of the Galaxy Transcendent Academy for hundreds of years, I know a lot of old friends, and I know a lot of channels, which is much easier than your own operation."

At the eighth level, some numerical wealth is already dispensable for them, and only those high-end knowledge and magical props are really useful.

Zhen Luo believed that after Wei Fang obtained these resources, he would definitely exchange them, and as the vice president of the Galaxy Transcendent Academy, he had this channel and was willing to help.

After all.

The person in front of him, who has few boundaries left in the galaxy transcendent civilization, will replace him in the future and become the person in charge of the galaxy transcendent academy, and he is already qualified to enjoy all the conveniences of the galaxy transcendent academy, a large transcendent organization.

When Wei Fang heard this, he didn't immediately answer the other party's question, but pondered for a while.

Naturally, he was ready to exchange these gains for something, but he hadn't really decided yet.

Presently.

Wei Fang also only has two directions.

On the one hand, it is to continue to exchange the transcendent equations that the Galaxy Transcendent Academy does not have reserves, which is something that Wei Fang always needs to do, after all, every transcendent equation represents an increase in strength for him.

On the other hand, after fighting with several eighth-level professionals, he has already seen the magical effect of the gods, and now he also has the heart to exchange for a few gods, which may not be able to improve his strength, but some god's things, with special effects, at some times, will have unexpected effects.

So.

This is a strategic reserve for the Wei side.

Thinking of this, Wei Fang coughed softly, ready to ask Zhenluo for help, since this person has some useful channels in his hands, he will naturally not let it go.

But.

At this time, the door of the office was suddenly knocked heavily, and then, a young man with a straight figure walked in softly, he bowed deeply to the two bigwigs in the office, his voice remained calm, and said:

"Your Excellency Wei Fang, there is a guest downstairs who wants to visit you."

He paused, then quickly explained:

"This guest is the head of the Tulip Family of the Galaxy's Extraordinary Civilization, and he came to you this time because his junior signed an IOU with you a few days ago, and he came to repay the loan.

"If you have time, you can see him once."

Wei Fang turned his head sideways, a bright smile suddenly appeared on his face, nodded, and commanded:

"Very well, I'll meet him."

He thought for a moment, and then continued:

"Take him to the office next door."

Someone took the initiative to come to the door to send resources, Wei Fang naturally would not refuse, and this time he was going to get rich again.

……

……

Dream Field.

At this time, the main star of the dream no longer presents the apocalyptic state of three days ago, and has returned to its former state after going back in time under the blessing of the great blood lord's divine power.

But.

There are also some things that there is no way to recover.

For example, the chief of the Inquisition, who was beaten to death by Wei Fang and took his fate, this important believer of the Lord of Blood, has no way to resurrect.

Zumon, as usual, knelt at the feet of the Great Blood Lord and prayed earnestly:

"You are the great pillar of the Galactic Civilization?

"You are the root of all things, you are both a father and a mother, and your brilliance is sprinkled in every corner of the world.

"Praise be to you, great Lord of Blood!"

He prayed over and over again, dedicating himself wholeheartedly to the great gods.

Little by little, time passed.

Da-da-da-da!

Da-da-da-da!

Suddenly, inside the empty church, a rather obvious footstep sounded.

But.

Zhenluo didn't look back, didn't even make any movements, still hung his head like that, and prayed earnestly to the Lord of Blood.

Soon.

The owner of the footsteps came to the side of Manara, a man who looked to be in his early 40s.

He was tall, with thick limbs, a beard, stiff hair, and a pair of eyes that stood on end.

His name is Yun Cheng, and he is an important believer of the Great Blood Lord, and he is also an eighth-level professional.

He stood there, raised his head, looked up at the statue of the great god, and watched it in silence for a while, before he knelt down gently, touched his head to the ground, and prayed aloud:

"Praise be to you, great Lord of Blood!"

As he spoke, he made the soles of his knees closer to the sculpture of the Lord of Blood, and began to kiss his toes, two powerful figures with important positions in the Dream Cult, expressing their reverence for their gods in their own ways.

Half an hour later, the prayer ended.

Zumeng and Yuncheng walked out of the church and came to the door, and they were silent for a while before Yuncheng clenched his fists and cursed viciously:

"Damn ~ God of Flowers!"

That.

Wei Fang and the incarnation of the Lord of Blood were immortal after confronting each other, which caused the true anger of the gods, and when they were about to make a pursuit, the entire Dream Lord Star bloomed one after another flowers, counteracting the anger of the Lord of Blood.

Only then did Wei Fang really leave here safely, and he achieved the prestige of the boundary person.

If it weren't for the protection of the God of Flowers, Wei Fang would definitely not leave alive and descend on the Galaxy Transcendent Academy.

Zu Meng nodded slightly, but he didn't curse an ancient true god like Yuncheng did, because, it was meaningless, he just said in a rather heavy voice:

"This matter is not really over.

"The Great Lord will not let him go."

As a believer who has followed the Lord of Blood for countless years, Zu Meng believes that he still knows the Lord of Blood better.

In the transcendent civilization of the galaxy, there is such a saying:

"You can fear the power of the gods."

"But don't believe in the mercy of the gods."

In the transcendent civilization of the galaxy, even those ninth-level gods who have turned into conceptual existences, they still have human nature, they still have all kinds of emotions, they will be angry, they will be sad, and they will be happy.

The character of the Lord of Blood, domineering, cruel.

If.

This god is just fighting the god of flowers. At a disadvantage, that's fine.

But.

The cause of this incident was because of Wei Fang, a transcendent being, which was equivalent to a big rat for the Lord of Blood, offending him.

The great gods would never give up on this.

The reason why there is no action now should be because when the Lord of Blood came, it was just a wisp of will, and after confronting Wei Fang, it had already dissipated, and then it was erased by the God of Flowers.

Now, he believed that the Lord of Blood should be gathering more strength and was about to overcome many obstacles. Coming to reality, that time is when the newly rising Boundary One falls.

The galaxy is an extraordinary civilization, no matter how beautiful an awakened person is, but once he offends the gods, it is a dead end.

It's an iron law.

Zumeng took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, his eyes became hollow little by little, and said:

"I already feel the will of the great gods, who will soon be here."

He paused, his expression became fanatical again, and said:

"I don't know if I have the honor to be able to serve as a vessel for the gods this time."

After saying this, these two eighth-level professionals stood here quietly, like two silent sculptures, motionless, as if waiting for something.

Time is falling little by little.

When the distant sunlight turns yellow.

A special change occurred in the sky above the main star of the dream, turning blood-red, as if there was a thick river of blood flowing, and with this river of blood, it appeared.

A domineering, cruel, cold, and cold will appeared in the sky above the Dream Star Field, converging into a huge face:

"Praise be to you, great Lord of Blood.

"Praise you, an important pillar of the Galactic civilization.

"Praise be to you, great father, praise be to you. Great Mother, praise you, praise you, praise you~"

With this huge face appeared, a grand prayer. Resounding throughout the starfield.

But.

The huge face, without any change in expression, rolled his eyes for a moment, slowly becoming smart, and looked towards the Dream Master.

In the sky above the main star of the Lost Dream, that great aura finally descended after hovering for a while.

Swish!

This time.

Yun Cheng's whole body trembled violently, and the skin on his surface crackled. Countless cracks were cracked, and thick blood erupted, which made Yuncheng feel intense pain.

But.

He was only stunned for a moment, and his expression became fanatical, and he cried out with excitement and reverence:

"Praise be to you, great Lord of Blood!"

He had realized that it was the Great Blood Lord who had made the choice to be the vessel of this descent.

This is the highest honor for a fanatical believer, even if. He died because of this god, and it didn't matter if his soul returned to the kingdom of this god.

As Yun Cheng's words fell, his eyes immediately lost all emotion and became hollow, but in an instant, there was a domineering, cruel, and bloodthirsty brilliance.

This moment.

He was no longer Yun Cheng, an important believer of the Misty Order, but a god, and the injuries on his appearance immediately recovered as before, and his body exuded a bloody brilliance.

One after another complex and mysterious information flows, involuntarily transmitted outward, and at the same time, there were also subtle praises.

A god, even if he tries his best to restrain his aura, as one of the most powerful creatures in this world, still has certain qualities that cannot be concealed.

Plop!

Zu Meng knelt down heavily, licked the other party's toes fiercely, tears and snot flowed out, and cried bitterly:

"Welcome, my great Lord."

……

Good evening, everyone.

Regarding the suggestion that everyone's reaction to this copy is too long, the handsome author has already seen it, and explains, in fact, according to the outline, there are about two or three major plots.

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