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Chapter 289 God Hidden Flower

Just when Xu Luo was confused, an old man walked in slowly. He couldn't be called an old man. He looked about fifty or sixty years old. He was wearing a black windbreaker and had a hooked nose. He looked a bit sinister. .

The old man is the leader of the black army. His surname is Fang and his first name is Hong. Anyone who knows him will respectfully call him Brother Hong.

Everyone stood up and said hello, calling Brother Hong.

Fang Hong nodded with a smile on his face, waved his hand, motioning for everyone to sit down, cleared his throat, and said: "Old rules, no more nonsense, our goal this time is the Toad Ridge Camp in the northwest."

In the Dachuan territory, the forces are relatively complicated.

In addition to the well-known City of Gods, Yixiantian, and Tiangang Temple, there are also many large and small camps.

Although Xu Luo had never heard of Toad Ridge or Qingyan Camp, one thing he knew very well was that it had been thirty or forty years since the end of the world. Ordinary survivor camps had either been massacred by ghosts or demons. It was annexed by other camps, and to this day, the camps that can survive, without exception, guard more or less Shinto ruins.

in other words.

They all belong to Shinto camps, just like the temple in Yunzhou. There are not only Shinto pioneers, but also many Shinto monks.

"Brother, you don't know something. The northwest is a very evil place with hordes of ghosts and monsters. Who can gain a foothold in the northwest without two brushes? I have dealt with the monks from Toad Ridge in the past two years. This camp How should I put it, although it is not very famous, there are many masters, I heard that there are more than forty Yinshen alone!"

Heading to the Northwest?

Did you make a mistake!

That's a place where even regular troops like the major adventure groups in the City of Gods don't dare to go there. What are we going to do?

Do you think you have a long life?

It’s only three hundred yuan a month, what a waste of money!

Snap!

Fang Hong slammed the table, glared angrily, and scolded: "Look at you bunch of worthless things. When it comes to the northwest, you haven't done anything yet, and every one of you is so scared that you wet your pants, huh! You are still not a big man. Son? Are you still bloody? Aren’t they just northwest monks? What can we do? Everyone has two shoulders to carry one head, so there is nothing to be afraid of! What, their northwest monks pee so high?"

"What a guy! It turns out to be the Northwest Toad Ridge Campground... This is no small matter."

Hearing that the target this time was actually Toad Ridge in the northwest, the monks in the black army were a little scared.

Xu Luo has also heard this sentence. He heard many people in the city of gods say that the monks in the northwest are very evil. The way they follow the way of the gods is not too serious. It belongs to a relatively extreme way of evil gods, with Yin Hun'er as the leader. He eats ghosts and ghosts as flesh, and I heard he drinks human blood, killing his body first and then turning it into a zombie, and the ghost spirit turns into a ghost.

Our black army has only seventeen or eighteen monks at full count. Although they are all Yin Shen monks, after all, there are too few people. We usually kill people, carry out robberies, cheat and so on, and still make ends meet. .

In the eyes of the big guys.

"Brother Hong, if we go to the northwest, wouldn't we be giving teeth to those living kings of hell?"

"Evil?"

"..."

A man in the black army asked: "Are you sure this is the Toad Ridge Camp in the northwest? As far as I know, there are many Yin Shen masters in this camp, and their cultivation strength is stronger than the other evil sects. Their bodies are like zombies, invulnerable to weapons and cannons. Not bad, everyone is a living king of hell who eats ghosts alive and eats ghosts as food."

Hu Dameng murmured to Qingyan Camp, his brows were deeply furrowed and his expression was serious. Xu Luo next to him asked, "What's wrong?"

It sounds a bit similar to the path of cultivating the devil in the world. Xu Luo doesn't know what kind of path it is. He has only heard of it and has never seen it before.

"Brother Hong!"

At this time.

"The most terrifying thing is...the monks in the northwest are not very normal and are a bit evil."

For more than half a year, he has been walking around the streets of the City of Gods and has heard of at least twenty or thirty different Shinto camps. He has also seen some Shinto monks from remote camps come to the city to trade supplies.

"Yes, I heard that the camps in the northwest, especially the pioneers, are extremely terrifying. Ghosts and gods leave the body, and the ground is thousands of miles away. A few years ago, didn't the Baihong Adventure Group make a big mistake in the northwest? More than a dozen Yin God monks were wiped out, and even the two leaders of the Holy Manifestation Corps died there. I heard that their Yin Gods were swallowed alive by the evil gods from the northwest."

Seeing Hu Dameng's worried look, Xu Luo felt curious in his heart. In his impression, this guy had always been very courageous. Moreover, he was rough and had a wild temperament. He didn't know what fear was. Why was he now afraid of Toad Ridge in the northwest? It becomes like this: "What kind of evil method?"

"There is an old saying in our city of gods that the monks in the northwest are very evil. They eat souls alive, eat ghosts alive, have zombie bodies, and are evil spirits!"

Xu Luo was secretly speechless. He thought that these remote camps were similar to Yunzhou temples. They only had seven or eight Yin gods at most, which was pretty good. He never expected that there were more than forty Yin gods. This was still called a small town. Camp?

Everyone has made a lot of money following Fang Hong over the years, and they all respect this good brother, and no one dares to say anything more.

Hu Dameng muttered in a low voice: "Those living hell kings in the northwest not only urinate high, but also pee far away."

"Yes! I admit that the living king of hell in the northwest is a bit evil and powerful. With the strength of our army in black, we are far from a match. To put it bluntly, with just our few troops, let alone those who are going to deal with the Toad Ridge camp. King of Hell, whether we can come to Toad Ridge alive is a question."

Everyone didn't know why.

Since the boss knew, why did he still insist on going to the northwest Toad Ridge?

"Tsk, tsk."

Fang Hong picked up the wine glass unhurriedly, took a sip of the wine, and continued: "There is something you may not know yet. The Star Adventure Group is already gathering people. If nothing happens, in five days, We should be setting off, and our destination is Toad Ridge in the northwest."

The Xingyao Adventure Group is one of the well-known large-scale adventure groups in the City of Gods. What makes everyone confused is that usually the actions of the adventure group are very confidential, especially for a well-known adventure group like Xingyao, the actions are even more confidential. Don’t say It is impossible for outsiders to know, including members of the adventure group.

"In addition to the Star Glory Adventure Group, Shizhigang in the northwest will also take action, and the destination is also Toad Ridge!"

In the northwest, in addition to evil god camps like Toad Ridge, there are more ghost hills, and Ten Corpse Hill is just one of them.

For the monks in the black army, they are not unfamiliar with Shizhigang. Not only are they not unfamiliar, the two sides have cooperated once or twice, because Fang Hong has a good relationship with the ghost king of Shizhigang.

"Brother Hong! In the northwest, there are not many resources and few mineral veins. Although there are many Shinto ruins, most of them are evil Shinto. After practicing, people will be neither humans nor ghosts. The ghost king of Shizhigang has no influence on Toad Ridge. I can understand the interest in Shinto ruins. What is the situation of the Star Adventure Group? Is it to punish evil and promote good? Is it the end of the world? It seems that the Star Adventure Group is not so great, right?" "Hehehehe!"

Fang Hong smiled and said nothing, and took out a palm-sized box from his arms. After opening the box, there was a thumb-sized fragment inside. The fragment looked a bit like a kind of jade, not only glowing with a faint rainbow shimmer, There was still a trace of smoke.

"Brother Hong, what is this? Divine jade?"

"What kind of divine jade? Have you ever seen a divine jade that glows with divine light and has a divine air?"

"what is that?"

"This petal! To be precise, it is a petal fragment of the Divine Hidden Flower!!"

Divine jade, as everyone knows, is a kind of jade that contains divine energy.

But what is a divine hidden flower?

A group of more than ten people came over curiously, staring at the thumb-sized magical jade in the box without blinking. Xu Luo also came over. He had also never heard of Shen Zanghua.

"Brother Hong, what exactly is the Shenzang Flower?" Hu Dameng asked, "What is the use of this thing? Is it valuable? How much is it worth?"

"I said Da Meng, can you have some fucking culture! After all, you have been following me for so many years, and now you have cultivated Yin Shen. Don't talk about money, money, money. It has been more than thirty years since the end of the world. , Money has its uses, can you, boy, pursue it a little bit!"

Seeing Hu Dameng coming up and asking how much it cost, Fang Hong was furious and shouted angrily: "Although we are not an adventure group or a regular army, we are still serious Shinto monks, pursuing the legendary The divine way of becoming an ascension, the divine way! Do you understand? Can you, boy, have some structure? Don't spend all your time making money. What else can you do with that thing besides letting you play with two bitches!"

"Yes, yes, yes! What Brother Hong taught us is that we are Shinto monks, and what we pursue is the Shinto way of becoming immortal and ascending."

Hu Dameng touched his bald head, grinned awkwardly, and asked: "What exactly is the Shenzang Flower?"

"The Divine Hidden Flower is..."

Fang Hong held the brocade box carefully, sizing up the jade inside as if appreciating a piece of art, and said: "How should I put it, this thing... Shenzanghua should be Shenzanghua, it's quite valuable anyway!"

Hu Dameng: "????"

Army in black: "????"

The corner of Xu Luo's mouth couldn't help but twitch, and a few words immediately came to mind, "It's terrible to be uneducated!"

Looking at Fang Hong's very professional appearance, speaking in a pattern and keeping silent, those who didn't know better thought that he was a pioneer in the field of Shinto, but he was also an illiterate Shinto with no culture.

"Don't ask too much. Even if I ask, I can't tell you anything. I heard the old ghost king from Shizigang say that a few days ago, several pioneers from Toad Ridge found a lot of things in a Shinto ruins. This kind of divine hidden flower.”

Fang Hong scratched his head, thought for a while, and said: "Listen to what Old Ghost Lord said, this kind of sacred flower is a priceless treasure even in the Shinto world. What is it? In the Shinto world, those Shinto The monks will use their own bodies as tombs and divine springs as coffins to bury their own ghosts and grow into this kind of divine hidden flower."

Hearing what he said, Hu Dameng and the others looked at me and you, their big eyes glaring at their small eyes, their expressions becoming more and more confused.

Finally, it was Hu Dameng who said: "Brother Hong, let me ask one more question, please don't be angry. There must be nothing wrong with the minds of the monks in the Shinto world, right? Why do they use their bodies as tombs and divine springs as coffins to put their The Yin God is buried? Why, are you tired of living? Who would grow his own Yin God into a flower?"

Someone answered: "I guess you had some disease before your death? Cancer or something like that? It can't be cured, or maybe it's because your physical body has reached its end of life? You knew you wouldn't live long, so you buried yourself. Before we doomsday, don't we?" Why do some people do this? If they have an incurable disease, they find a piece of land by themselves, dig a hole and bury it."

"Yang Laosan, why don't you say that your kid is uneducated, and you still get a disease? Cancer? You can't imagine that you are in the Shinto world, just like our mortal world? The Shinto world is a high-dimensional world, don't you understand! It's a high-dimensional creature! It doesn't have a physical body at all! Over the years, there have been so many Shinto relics in the world, when have you ever seen bones in them?"

Hu Dameng rolled his eyes and spread the common sense of the Shinto world to Yang Laosan, a Shinto illiterate: "Besides, even if you have a physical body, as long as you cultivate the Yin God, you can give up the physical body. There is no need to bury the Yin God."

Fang Hong pointed at Hu Dameng, Yang Laosan and others, shook his head, and sighed: "I really don't know what to say about you, you are all a bunch of illiterate people with no culture!! I ask you to learn more knowledge on weekdays, you all If you don’t listen, you will know that the popular ones drink spicy food and either play with women or go to the brothels. The physical body has longevity, but the Yin God does not? Do you think that the Yin God can live forever when the physical body’s longevity is reached? "

"Brother Hong, didn't you say that as long as you cultivate Yin Shen, you can give up your physical body?"

"Yes! Yes, there is such a saying, but it is just a saying. Who has succeeded in the last thirty years or so? How many Yin Shen masters have died in the major adventure groups over the years? Which one of them has not died suddenly after his physical body , the Yin Shen will be driven away, and who can survive alone?"

Fang Hong reprimanded everyone and shouted: "Also, don't expect that the Yin God can live alone after the death of the body. This thing is currently only theoretical, and no one has successfully practiced it. The most important point is, you think the Yin God can live alone. Can you live forever? This thing will also wear out, okay! Otherwise... you think those monks in the Shinto world, who are full and strong and live well, will bury their own Yins? It must be the physical body and the Yins. Both are exhausted."

"As for what's going on with the Shen Zanghua, I can't tell you illiterate people."

Fang Hong originally wanted to educate everyone about the origin of the Shen Zanghua and the Shinto culture behind it. However, most of his people, like him, were born in mud-legged backgrounds, with little education and little understanding of Shinto. .

After much thought, he felt that it would be more appropriate to be more vulgar in front of his brothers: "You don't need to tell me what the hidden flower is. I only tell you one thing. Just one petal of the hidden flower is worth This number!”

As he spoke, Fang Hong stretched out three fingers.

"Thirty sacred jade?"

Fang Hong shook his head.

"It shouldn't be three hundred, right?"

Fang Hong shook his head again: "A conservative estimate of three thousand!"

As soon as three thousand coins came out, Hu Dameng and others were all shocked, including Xu Luo, who was not short of money, couldn't help but take a breath of air.

(End of this chapter)