In the blink of an eye, Karl and the others had been living in this city lord's mansion for more than a month.

The previous few drops of divine beast essence blood were bought three bottles by Carl through gritted teeth, resulting in his assets remaining only tens of thousands of Immortal Stones.

The three bottles of essence blood were temporarily placed in the space ring by him, and he planned to study and absorb them when he had a place of his own in the future.

In a small courtyard of the City Lord's Mansion.

Barton and Samir were bored eating and drinking.

"Samir, guess who won the competition between the master and the Harold lord a few days ago." Barton said casually.

The corners of Samir's mouth twitched, revealing a serious smile, "I don't know, isn't it a tie?" ”

Barton rolled his eyes, "It must be the master who won, the master didn't transform at all." ”

Most god-level powerhouses only began to fuse the mysteries in the realm of the upper gods, and the degree of integration of the mysteries could not be seen from the appearance at all.

In order to verify Carl's strength, Harold once proposed the idea of exchange.

And Carl also happened to want to know the strength of the powerhouses of the underworld.

In the end, the two ended in a 'tie', but as Barton said, Karl did not transform in the match.

Moreover, even without transformation, Carl did not use all his strength.

Harold, the city lord of the Undead City, cultivated the law of darkness, and according to the strength he had shown, he had already begun to fuse the mysteries.

The two mysteries begin to merge, and depending on the degree of fusion, they will also increase their combat power by a certain amount.

However, Carl estimated that even if Harold hid some strength, then he would only have five-star demon strength at most, which was weaker than himself.

After the competition, Harold became more enthusiastic about Carl, but Carl has not been far away.

Since Harold's strength can sit on a city, then Carl can naturally do it, and Carl also has his own ambitions.

At this time.

Carl was sitting on a stone bench in the middle of the courtyard, holding a book in his hand, and was looking at it carefully.

On the stone table next to him, there were several other books.

In fact, with the strength of his superior god, he could write down all the pages with just a sweep of his divine sense, but Carl still read it very carefully.

After a long time, Carl closed the book and set it aside, closing his eyes in contemplation.

Through this highest-level map, Carl also has a preliminary understanding of the current underworld.

Compared to the late stage of the coiling dragon, the forces of this underworld do not seem to be very strong, but they are chaotic enough.

On the north side of the underworld, in the realm of the undead, that is where the undead belong.

Countless material planes, including the four supreme planes, as long as they are below the holy realm, and their souls do not dissipate, they will all turn into undead spirits in the undead realm.

Every day, countless undead are born, although the undead are constantly devouring and fighting with each other, but the number of undead still makes the undead world seem a little 'crowded'.

Therefore, there are almost no strong and powerful beings in the undead world.

With the Holy Mountain of the Undead where the teleportation array is located, the southern part of the Underworld Continent and the vast Stygian Sea are the places where many underworld powerhouses live.

There are thousands of large and small forces alone.

The larger ones may have dozens of cities, while the smaller ones, such as the City of the Dead, have only one city.

Although the City of the Dead is not large, it can stand at the junction for hundreds of millions of years. There is another reason, it is said that Harold knows a strong person in the undead world who cultivates the rules of death.

That strong man also cultivated all the way from the undead to become stronger, but unlike other god-level undead, that strong man still chose to survive in the undead world after becoming a god.

Harold created the City of the Dead to some extent by borrowing the power of that strong man, and as for what kind of friendship between the two is, it is not something that ordinary people can know.

Carl chose the Underworld because he had the highest talent for the rules of death.

There are seventy-seven main godheads, and he is more sure of the birth positions of the higher main godhead of death and the higher main godhead of destruction, which should be the underworld and hell.

As for the rest, he couldn't be sure.

Between destruction and death, the Death Superior Godhead may be easier to obtain.

Coming through the world, since he chose the underworld, Carl is of course interested in the upper main godhead.

As the first life in the underworld, the Lord of Death must be extremely powerful in itself.

Although Carl has a zombie constitution, he does not currently feel that the zombie constitution is strong enough to fight against the Lord of Death, unless he can achieve Great Perfection or soul mutation.

Therefore, before the arrival of the main godhead, he must cultivate a strong enough force.

The only weakness of the Lord of Death was that she did not like to cultivate, and even after enjoying the power of faith for countless years, she had not been able to reach the Great Perfection realm.

If she has not reached the Great Perfection, no matter how strong her body is, her soul defense must be weak.

However, the Lord of Death and the associated Nether Fruit Tree are also extremely strong, not to mention, the Lord of Death does not have her own power?

In fact, the best way is for him to be with Jing Lei, the two superior gods with soul mutations, even among the superior gods in the late stage of Panlong, they are relatively powerful existences.

It's a pity that Jing Lei chose hell at the beginning, and he couldn't say anything.

"Ugh..."

Karl sighed, even if he had foreknowledge of some events, it was still extremely difficult to seize the opportunity.

You can only take one step at a time.

Wealth is indispensable if you want to build power.

And wealth is what Carl lacks the most at the moment.

"The fastest way to source wealth..."

Carl slammed to his feet and walked towards the courtyard where Harold was.

Along the way, whether it was the guards or the attendants and maids in the city lord's mansion, after seeing Carl, they all saluted respectfully and did not stop them.

After Carl and Harold sparred, not only did Harold have a better attitude towards him, but even the city lord's mansion was specially instructed by Harold.

There are large and small official affairs in the City of the Dead every day, but this kind of thing is generally handled by special people, and Harold, as the city lord, is the most leisurely.

Soon, Carl met Harold, after a polite greeting.

"Harold City Lord, I wonder where there are bandits around here?" Carl asked directly.

The fastest way to get wealth is naturally robbing, and Carl immediately targeted the robbers.

"Uh." Harold was stunned, he didn't expect Carl to ask such a question.

But in the blink of an eye, he guessed Carl's intentions.

Carl was obviously short of money and wanted to gain wealth by killing robbers.

That said, Carl didn't plan to stay in his city of the dead for long.

In this regard, Harold did not solicit to retain Karl as much as before.

After all, if Carl is stronger, then the value of the solicitation is high, but if Carl is strong enough to outweigh himself, Harold will have to reconsider.

Harold thought for a moment, "The location of the City of the Dead is relatively remote, so I haven't heard of any bandits in the vicinity. ”

"But now that the teleportation array leading to the underworld from countless material planes has opened, there will inevitably be an influx of a large number of strong people..."

Carl instantly understood the meaning of Harold's words, this person who is called a strong man in the material plane is not necessarily a strong man in the underworld.

A material plane like the Lotgoya Continent that can have two high-ranking gods must be extremely rare.

Generally, if you can have a median god, it is already a good material plane.

When the news of the opening of the teleportation array on the ground came, then these countless 'strong men' would definitely become the targets of robbers.

Within a few days, Carl left the City of the Dead with Barton and the others and ran to the Mountain of the Dead.

However, his target is not those 'powerhouses' in the material plane, the passage has just been opened, and the powerhouses who have been teleported over are not human spirits who have lived for many years.

It is unlikely that these powerhouses will teleport for the first time and carry a lot of wealth.

Carl's goal has always been those robbers, and the stronger the better.

The chaotic and complex forces of the underworld must breed many bandits, and some may even be secretly cultivated by other forces.

There is no near the City of the Dead, but it is too remote and there is not much oil and water.

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While Carl and the others were looking for the bandits, the other of the four supreme planes - hell.

Hell is different from the underworld, in addition to the sea of stars and fog and the outer sea of chaos, there are five continents.

10,000 meters above sea level on one of the five continents.

Jing Lei and Carlos, riding in a small metal life.

This metal creature has the appearance of a tiger, and its total length is no more than ten meters.

Jing Lei was still looking inside the metal life, and on the table in front of him, there were all kinds of food and wine unique to hell.

"Carlos, this metal life, but the Sanctuary level, how can it fly so fast?" Jing Lei said in surprise.

Carlos smiled bitterly, "Lord Jinglei, you shouldn't have bought this metal life. ”

Jing Lei waved his hand carelessly, "It's okay, we're not short of money." ”

Hell and the underworld are on different planes, but the development of money is very similar.

The underworld is the underworld, and the hell is the inkstone, but it is still very different from the currency in the later period.

"Listen to you, Carl is short of money?" Jing Lei looked teasing.

When it comes to money, Jing Lei thinks of Carl.

Several people pass through the doppelganger, and occasionally there is still contact.

Carl once complained to Carlos about lack of money, but he didn't expect to be told to Jing Lei by Carlos soon.

Unlike Carl, Jing Lei has a high-level godhead in his hand, and this high-level godhead alone brings Jing Lei about 20 million ink stones.

Now there are far fewer high-level gods in hell than in the late stage of Panlong, and the price of high-level godheads will naturally be higher.

The small metal life he and Carlos rode on only cost a million ink stones, which was indeed not expensive compared to Jing Lei's worth.

Generally, the distance of the divine consciousness of the upper gods in hell is only about a kilometer.

Therefore, Jing Lei couldn't see it at all, below the metal life, in the dense woods, there were nearly a hundred god-level powerhouses, who were staring at the metal life flying in the air.

This is a small gang of bandits, most of them are lower-level gods, and there are only more than ten middle-level gods.

"Boss, do you want to rob it?" A red-haired young man asked a bald man.

The bald man with a scar on his face was the leader of this wave of robbers.

At this time, he also looked hesitant.

He knew the price of metal life, and even if it was cheap, it would cost about a million ink stones.

Even if there are median gods, it is difficult to have a million ink stones.

The bald man counted the ink stones in his spatial ring again.

"Fifteen million, as long as I grab another five million, I will have the money to buy a high-ranking godhead!" The bald man secretly calculated in his heart.

"The metal life in the air can at least sell for hundreds of thousands of ink stones, and the people who ride on it must have a little more?"

"Even if it's not enough, I can find someone else to make it together, and when the time comes, I will become a powerful superior god!"

"Whew!" The bald man took a deep breath and became the temptation of the superior god, slowly devouring his reason.

"It's done, someone who rides a metal life of this level will definitely not be a high-ranking god!"

"Brothers, kill me."

The full speed of the explosion of the median god in hell must exceed that of the metal life, not to mention that this metal life is relatively low-level, and it is still controlled by Carlos, and the speed is not even comparable to the flight speed of the lower god.

Before long, the metal life was surrounded by a group of bandits.

"There is only one median god." The bald man breathed a sigh of relief.

"Come out, we only want money, as long as you remove the space ring..."The bald man was shouting.

Suddenly, two figures came out of the metal life, a handsome young man in purple clothes, with a smile on his face.

"Big... My lord! The bald man was so frightened that he stammered a little.

Jing Lei put away his smile and snorted coldly, "Interesting, not long after I came to hell, I was able to meet robbers!" ”

"Run!" Nearly a hundred robbers scattered in a hurry, fleeing in different directions.

Jing Lei snorted softly, and in an instant, thousands of small lightning bolts flew out, and the robbers who were hit fell one by one like dumplings.

When the bald man landed in mid-air, another figure flew out of his body, but he was killed by Jing Lei, who 'teleported' to him.

Nearly 100 robbers, more than 20 escaped, and Jing Lei didn't bother to chase them.

Carlos on the side had already begun to collect the loot.

Jing Lei took off the robber leader's spatial ring, and a drop of blood instantly soaked into the ring, and he successfully recognized the master.

Jing Lei's divine sense swept away, and his eyes lit up, "Carlos, what did I say, this bandit leader actually has fifteen million ink stones, we are really not short of money, haha!" ”

"I just don't know, Carl has made money in the underworld, but unfortunately this ink stone can't be turned around!"

What Jing Lei didn't know was that even if he could turn it around, he couldn't use it now.

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The underworld, two thousand miles southwest of the Holy Mountain of the Dead.

A huge axe flew by, blasting a mid-rank god who was about to flee into the air.

A black shadow flashed, and Carl appeared next to the giant axe.

Put away the giant axe, pick up the godhead, drip blood to recognize the main space ring, and the action is done in one go.

Karl's originally cold face suddenly became pleasantly surprised, "There are 700,000 Immortal Stones, this is the biggest harvest today." ”

A moment later, Barton and the three also slew some of the escaped bandits, and they were responsible for chasing down the fleeing lower gods, and Karl was in charge of the middle gods.

"Three hundred and one thousand!"

"Three hundred and fifty thousand!"

"I'm at least, only 250,000!" David frowned.

He cultivates the laws of the water system, and is the best at defense, and is inferior to Barton and Samir in terms of speed and attack, and naturally pursues fewer bandits.

This wave of robbers brought Carl millions of profits, and sure enough, killing these robbers is the fastest way to get wealth.

It's just that this robber is too difficult to find, and Carl and they have been around here for months, but they have only encountered this small wave of bandits.

If Carl knew that Jing Lei was just going around in hell, there would be robbers who didn't have long eyes to send him to the door, or if he would directly harvest the wealth of nearly 20 million ink stones, I don't know how he would feel.