Gao Wu Arrives

Nowadays, its power is almost the same as that of Wujing Dao Qi. After all, countless years have passed, and it has been damaged again. If it hadn't left a little bit of the most sacred atmosphere, it would have been completely abolished long ago.

Lin Feng put it away carefully.

Although it is incomplete, if it is fully sacrificed, it can still deliver a holy blow. It is regarded as a disposable item, and Lin Feng intends to save it for critical moments.

"It should be." Ji Yuxuan replied casually.

After a while, she also gained something, and found a series of wind chimes from a piece of soil stained with blood. The purple wind chimes are like jade, slender and crystal clear, like works of art.

It's a pity, it's also terribly incomplete.

"This should be a near-sacred instrument!" Ji Yuxuan exclaimed and gathered it up contentedly.

Lin Feng looked at the ruins with no end in sight, and felt a lot of joy in his heart.

He smiled and said: "It has only been a long time since I found two Taoist artifacts, and the next gain will certainly not be small!"

How many sacred, near-sacred, and infinite powers can there be in a top holy place?

Lin Feng himself is not clear.

He asked Ji Yuxuan, and Ji Yuxuan thought for a while to tell him, and gave him an unsure answer.

"Under normal circumstances, the sacredness of a top sacred place is generally kept in the three digits, and there are thousands or even tens of thousands of innocent sacred places..."

"It's different if it's a wartime. The more dangerous it is, the more resources and heritage these holy places will use to train masters..."

The logic is easy to understand.

Just like a country, it will not retain so much military power in normal times. But if it is fighting, all resources will be exhausted to make weapons.

Normally, doing this is a military militant.

Because weapons can be damaged, and ordinary maintenance also consumes a lot of resources and manpower.

Coincidentally, the world of practitioners also has this problem.

That is, even the great practitioners of the Holy Land will die. Not to mention the cultivators of Immaculate Conception and Star-picking Realm.

The accumulation of resources is very slow.

A top sacred place, under normal circumstances, can be passed down for tens of millions of years.

A holy sage with a lifespan of at most 100,000 years, placed on the scale of these tens of millions of years, nothing can be considered.

For these top sects, what they want is not just temporary glory, but long-term, stable glory. Therefore, under normal circumstances, they will not train too many masters at once.

A top sacred place with too many masters in the door is actually not a good thing.

When it really reaches such a point, either its own resources will increase its consumption, and it will not be able to resist it, and it will consume its heritage and potential in advance, and eventually it will fail.

Either it is a war outside, plundering resources from all over the world to maintain the consumption of the masters in their own door.

But this is obviously not a good way.

"Obviously, the Sangongmen in front of you belongs to wartime!" Lin Feng looked at Ji Yuxuan and couldn't help smiling.

This means that there may be more than a thousand pieces of sacred artifacts left in this ruin. There are more non-deficiency tools.

Of course, this is only the best situation in theory.

Lin Feng is also uncertain about the actual situation.

Because this sect has been destroyed, will the people who kill them clean up the battlefield?

Hard to say.

In theory, if someone above the immortal state really makes a move, they may not be worthy of these three halves. For them, ordinary sacred artifacts are probably no different from garbage.

But Lin Feng couldn't be sure about the actual situation. After all, the most indispensable thing in this world is unexpectedness.