Becoming the richest man in the universe begins with cultivating immortals

Really kneeling.

Both knees landed on the ground, kneeling firmly.

Zhong Zhengchu was taken aback when he saw his posture, "The man has gold under his knees, even if there is an inheritance on the mountain, he wouldn't be able to perform such a grand ceremony, would he?"

Tan Shuo knelt on the ground, his face livid, and he didn't want to talk to him.

Zhong Zhengchu wanted to pull him up, but just as he walked to Tan Shuo's side, his legs softened and he also knelt down.

Tan Shuo smiled, "There is gold under the man's knees, what are you kneeling for?"

Zhong Zhengchu: ...

Crowd: ...

Mo Zunyue couldn't hold back anymore, "Guess why you can't fly here?"

He Beibei panicked, "Why?"

"Because the formation increases the gravity."

This group of people is fully armed and marching forward with heavy loads. Without psychological preparation, who will kneel if they don't kneel?

Mo Zunyue reminded them, "If you don't feel tired, just keep carrying those iron lumps on your back."

Some weapons cannot be loaded into the storage due to structural production problems.

But they relied on the weapons, and they were reluctant to take them off. Tan Shuo didn't want to listen to Mo Zunyue, so he insisted on bringing them all.

As a result, I just walked in a few steps, and came out silently and began to unload the equipment.

It's so fucking heavy.

In the end, they came up with a compromise, took out two robots from the aircraft, and let the robots walk away with weapons on their backs.

Mo Zunyue: ...

Well, advanced technology is amazing.

"What exactly is inheritance? Is it the cultivation of mind, or a magic weapon?" Zhong Zhengchu inquired as he walked.

"It's hard to say." Mo Zunyue explained, "Inheritance is the lifetime income of the inheritor. It may be cultivation experience, or magic weapon, or gold and silver property. It mainly depends on what the inheritor has and wants to leave behind. "

"So inheritance is not necessarily about cultivating mind?" He Beibei asked.

"Well, it could be anything."

In her previous life, she encountered a bunch of ingenious toys left behind by an inheritor. After people tried their best to get in, they found that it was a pile of broken copper and iron, and they almost didn't get angry on the spot.

"Is there only one inheritance in a secret realm?" Tan Shuo asked again.

Mo Zunyue: "Not necessarily, the secret realm is a space refined by cultivation power. As long as the master agrees, other monks can also leave inheritance in it, or the inheritor divides his inheritance into several for the sake of someone inheriting his mantle. It’s all possible.”

These words made everyone's eyes shine. If there are multiple inheritances, wouldn't everyone have a chance to obtain the inheritance?
Inheritance depends on opportunities, and those who have no opportunities stand in front of inheritance, and they may not necessarily see it.

Those who have the opportunity, even if they can't get it, can still get it in their hands.

For example, Shen Fuwei, the sword cultivator's inheritance passed through He Li's hands, was snatched by Tong Li, flashed before Mo Zunyue's eyes, and finally fell into Shen Fuwei's hands.

So Mo Zunyue didn't know how many inheritances there were in this secret realm.

Zhong Zhengchu looked at her suspiciously, "Why do you know everything?"

She knows a lot about the secret realm, knows all kinds of spiritual fruits and grasses, knows the attack skills of wild beasts, and even divides the cultivation realm into levels.

Knowledgeable like an ancient man.

These faulty cultures can no longer be found now. How did she know about them?
Her learning ability is also very strong, as long as she reads and listens to the knowledge points, she can quickly master them.

Being smart and not being human makes him feel horrible.

"I said it was a dream, do you believe it?" Mo Zunyue opened his mouth to talk nonsense.

Zhong Zhengchu: "Hehe."

Shen Fuwei was thoughtful, but in fact he had thought about this question too.

Ever since he met Mo Zunyue, she has been very proficient in alchemy, drawing formations, cultivation, etc. Where did she learn it?

A group of people walked and chatted.

Walking and walking, Mo Zunyue found that something was wrong, the surrounding was too quiet, too quiet.

It was as if the muffler was suddenly turned on, and the sound of insects and birds singing and the sound of wind blowing leaves disappeared instantly.

He Beibei obviously also noticed the abnormality, "I lost contact with the Gu worm..."

Before she finished speaking, her whole body turned into wind and sand and dissipated.

"Fu Wei!" Mo Zunyue turned around.

The figures of Shen Fuwei and others all disappeared, and the surrounding scenery began to become distorted and broken.

"It's an illusion!"

In an instant, the dazzling golden light broke through all the cracks and broke out of the shell.

Standing in the air, she was surrounded by dazzling golden glow and pitch-black devilish energy, as if the sky had collapsed.

Under the lingering rays of light, there is an ancient formation composed of boundless golden light, outlined by densely packed golden lines.

Its complexity is dizzying just by looking at it.

A man was trapped in the ancient formation. He was handsome and bewitching, exuding a devilish energy all over his body.

This is the scene before her death in her previous life.

The Demon Lord stood in the center of the formation, strands of golden threads wrapped around him, restraining him.

But he acted like a normal person, he was so calm that he didn't look like he was facing a life-and-death battle, but rather like drinking tea in the afternoon.

He lifted the corners of his Yin Hong mouth and said lightly, "You won't kill me, just like in the past tens of thousands of years, you had countless chances to kill me, but you didn't do it."

He was calm and fearless.

Mo Zunyue looked at him quietly, letting the ancient formation drain her vitality, but did not kill her for a long time.

She formed this ancient formation with body sacrifices, and wanted to die together with the Demon Lord.

But she obviously didn't need to die.

The thousands of monks standing behind him saw the clue and yelled in her direction, "Hurry up, as long as you kill the Demon Lord, remove the big formation, offer incense from the common people, and cultivate for thousands of years, you will still our god."

"Yeah, I can't hold it anymore."

"Please, do it."

The ancient formation requires a huge amount of energy, and every minute she holds it down, her figure will fade a bit.

She is like a flickering lamp that will go out at any time.

Mozun also sensed something was wrong, and the smile on his face froze, "Aren't you going to kill me? Do it!"

Mo Zunyue finally spoke, "Didn't you just swear that I would not kill you? Why do you want me to do it again now?"

Mozun's face was gloomy, and he gritted his teeth, "So much nonsense, aren't you going to kill me? Don't you want to save the common people? Kill me, now, hurry up!"

Mo Zunyue stood with her hands behind her back, slowly closed her eyes, still not moving.

She clearly knew that this was an illusion and a falsehood, but she still made the same choice as in her previous life.

She obviously could have survived that battle, but she chose to die together.

On the other side, Shen Fuwei was also struggling in the illusion.

He was in a large hall, similar to a conference hall. The structure of the house was made of metal, and all the objects in the spacious hall were cold gray tones, which was extremely depressing.

In the main hall, there were only a few people sitting in the front row, and they stared at Shen Fuwei coldly, "This matter involves everyone's interests, you can't just go your own way."

Shen Fuwei was very firm, "Wrong is wrong, and if I disagree, I don't agree."

"What if everyone in the world thinks it's the right thing to do? Are you going against the world?"