Daqin: Who does this throne give to me?

Zhao Wen was ecstatic in his heart.

"Hahaha!" Zhao Wen's loud laughter echoed in the enclosed space on the second floor of the golden ship, causing the entire space to vibrate non-stop.

The Guangchengzi Golden Ship has six floors, although the higher the place is, the fewer magic weapons are placed, but the power of the formation flag is relatively greater.

The most important thing is that these array flags are not refined by themselves, even if there are murders, they can't be counted on themselves.

In Zhao Wen's view, compared to the extremely messy magic weapons of various refiners, these banners are definitely more useful treasures than magic weapons for the Great Qin world.

To bring the magic weapon back, you have to wash off the marks and traces of the previous owner. These array flags can be used directly no matter who gets them.

Let these banners be in the hands of the top commanders of Daqin, and the power they display will definitely far exceed the hundreds of millions of elite imperial troops.

With such powerful power in hand, not to mention the fast reproduction speed of the goblin world, even if the speed of reproduction is also increased tenfold at the same time, the Daqin world can easily cope with it.

"Someone entered the Yuanjiang River to get treasure!" Tens of thousands of figures of different strengths stood in the sky above the Yuanjiang River, and a woman with no flesh on her face sighed coldly.

Sighs spread very softly to the surroundings and reached the ears of all the monks. At least thousands of low-level monks who had finally rushed to Yuanjiang changed their expressions, their eyes froze, and they turned towards Yuanjiang with an indomitable momentum. Straight into it.

"Amitabha!" An old monk on the edge of the Yuan River looked sad, and a Buddha's name sounded, as if with endless compassion.

The cultivator who had just rushed into Yuanjiang, after hearing the Buddha's name, not only did not come out of Yuanjiang, but started to attack the surroundings frantically.

The monks who saw their juniors rushing into Yuanjiang from above and were about to rescue them shouted angrily one by one with grief and anger on their faces.

The look of compassion on the face of the old monk who had just proclaimed the Buddha's name became clearer.

"Thousands of sins are due to this old monk alone. The Yuanjiang Golden Ship is the greatest disaster in the world. Even if this old monk tries his best today, he will eliminate this disaster for the entire cultivation world!"

Countless monks glared at him, but their hearts had already turned cold.

Everyone knew that the old monk was too powerful, and all the monks affected were low-level monks. No one dared to stand up for these low-level monks.

The quick-response heart already understood that the treasures in Yuanjiang had been regarded as private property by these powerful people, and they had already begun to clear the field, so they turned around and left the Yuanjiang area as quickly as possible in the direction they came from.

The one who was slow to react glared at the old monk and rushed directly into the Yuan River, wanting to rescue his juniors from the fighting in the river.

But as soon as he entered Yuanjiang, countless magic weapons around him attacked, and at least hundreds of heavy pressures above him were suppressed like a mountain, and everyone's reaction was suddenly countless times slower.

Streams of blood emerged from the Yuan River, and countless giant beasts living in the Yuan River gathered from all over smelling the smell of blood, biting the corpses of the monks in the river.

Two huge golden spiders appeared above the Yuanjiang River, and the giant beasts below were continuously picked up by the monks above and fed to the golden spiders.

An old monk with long white eyebrows dancing in the wind looked regretfully at the monks who were being guarded by the elders around him, raised his hand and grabbed a giant river beast and threw it at the golden spider.

The two golden spiders had to be fed enough to have the strength to hoist the Guangchengzi golden boat out of the water eye. Unfortunately, there were too few monks in the Yuanjiang River who could serve as blood food to lure monsters.

If the Qi and blood are more abundant, there will be more giant beasts attracted.

The Qingcheng faction stood on a mountaintop far away from the Yuanjiang River. Zhuang Yi, Shang Fengzi, and Mi Mingniang looked at the monks struggling in the Yuanjiang River with sad expressions, and their whole bodies trembled slightly.

If it hadn't been for the master to include them in the Qingcheng faction, this time Yuanshen and Treasure Shang Fengzi stayed alone in the cave without knowing the news, but Zhuang Yi and Mi Mingniang would definitely come to try their luck.

At that time, among the monks struggling in the river, there will definitely be them.

Even the three of them could clearly distinguish that all those who entered the river were casual cultivators and disciples from other sects, not to mention disciples from the sect, not even a disciple from the Demon Sect.

"This is the most real world of cultivation. The strong control everything. Those who are as strong as long eyebrows can even set the fate of the future thousands of years ago!"

Zhuang Yi, Shang Fengzi and Mi Mingniang had just joined the sect, so there was no need for such cruel teaching so early.

But in Zhu Mei's view, among the three, Zhuang Yi and Mi Mingniang came from sidelines, while Shang Fengzi was originally an ordinary person who had never been in contact with the real world of cultivation, so they were a little too naive.

Especially Zhuang Yi and Mi Mingniang, who came from other sects, have infinite admiration for all righteous ways.

If they were just disciples with ordinary aptitude, Zhu Mei wouldn't be too worried, but the three of them have very good aptitudes, and it must be Zhuang Yi, Shang Fengzi and Mi Mingniang who will support the entire Qingcheng in the future.

As a disciple of a great sect like Qingcheng, if he still doesn't understand the real world of cultivation like casual cultivators and cultivators who have never seen the world, he will definitely suffer a lot in the future.

Now is a rare opportunity, and it is the best opportunity to teach disciples to see the real cultivation world clearly!
"Students, please remember!" Zhuang Yi, Shang Fengzi and Mi Mingniang glanced at the monk who was swallowed by monsters in Yuanjiang at the same time, with a bit of thought in their eyes.

A boy as pink and tender as a child appeared in front of Zhuang Yi, Shang Fengzi and Mi Mingniang. After taking a closer look, his face suddenly showed infinite surprise.

He glanced at Zhu Mei with admiration, and said old-fashionedly: "You are not bad, you have received such a good talent. I have someone who will succeed me in Qingcheng, and I will stay in the lower realm for hundreds of years!"

Seeing the Bliss Boy Li Jingxu appear, Zhu Mei was overjoyed immediately, glanced at the direction of Yuanjiang Shuiyan, and a wave of spiritual consciousness was sent directly towards the Bliss Boy Li Jingxu.

Yuanjiang has been quiet for these years. The biggest difficulty is that there is too much pressure in the water hole, and no one dares to enter it before the length of the water hole cannot be determined.

If it was in the past, when someone entered Yuanjiang, Zhu Mei would just join in the fun and collect some magic weapons to enrich Qingcheng's collection.

But now, there is Zhao Wen in Qingcheng, and Zhao Wen has a star array that is powerful enough to rival Liangyi Mochen.

Ascetic Toutuo was beheaded, and the huge star formation transformed directly, which he saw with his own eyes.

Now that Zhao Wen left Qingcheng, someone entered Yuanjiang Shuiyan. There is a star formation that transforms into a fairy weapon. Those who can ignore the warnings and restrictions of the world's cultivation circles and enter Yuanjiang Shuiyan can only be fearless with the fairy formation in hand. Zhao Wen.