People are coiling dragons, but hell

Chapter 3 Dispute

"Dong dong dong!" A sudden knock on the door broke Yongen's thoughts.

"Are you Yong En?" The visitor had a golden horn on his head and looked very young.

Yongen looked doubtful, but nodded anyway.

"I'm here to deliver the voucher for entering the mountain. Your name is among the lower gods who entered the floating mountains to collect floating dew. No, please keep this voucher and gather at the south side of the tribe early tomorrow morning. You can't say goodbye. We're late." The one-horned young man handed over a square token with a smile, and then turned into a cloud of smoke and disappeared in front of Yongen.

"Collecting floating clear dew? Will I finally go into the mountains?" Yongen was slightly stunned. He had heard of the name of floating clear dew when he first came to the Efeng tribe.

It is said that this clear dew can extremely weakly increase the strength of the body. One drop is worth 5000 ink stones. It is a specialty produced over the years in the floating mountains in Tianfeng City, Qingshuang Mansion, Bifu Continent.

Collecting floating clear dew is also the most important industry of the Efeng tribe. Every lower god who joins the tribe needs to take turns participating in this business in batches. If the clear dew can be successfully collected, one grain can be divided into 20 Ink stone. This income is not bad for a lower god.

It's just that the benefits of floating clear dew are huge, and naturally one tribe can't eat it. Even the legendary tribal leader Lord Efeng is a very powerful existence among the six-star demons, and it's not enough to monopolize this huge benefit.

Therefore, in addition to the Efeng tribe, there are seven other tribes with similar strength that share the floating Qinglu together. These eight tribes are also the most powerful tribes within tens of millions of miles.

Every ten years, each tribe sends 1000 lower-level gods, and a total of 8000 lower-level gods enter the floating mountains. As for how much they can harvest, everyone depends on their ability.

"It just so happens that my strength has greatly increased, Zhengchou didn't have a chance to test it out." Yongen smiled, vaguely looking forward to it.

The next morning, on the south side of the Efeng tribe, at the foot of the floating mountains.

1000 lower gods of various shapes gathered here. The person responsible for checking the qualifications to enter the mountain was Harland, the well-known middle god in the tribe.

"It's the day once every ten years to pick floating clear dew. Everyone, please work hard during this month. Haha, it will be hundreds of years before I want to go into the mountains next time." Harland's voice spread throughout the valley.

There are 1000 people picking floating clear dew each time, one batch every ten years, and there are tens of thousands of lower-level gods in the entire tribe who are qualified to pick, so a complete shift is completed every few hundred years.

"Haha, last time I picked 5 drops of floating clear dew, this time it's just a lot more."

"Lord Harland, just take a look. Our Efeng tribe is the most powerful among the eight tribes. We must also pick the most floating dew. This has always been the case in previous years."

"Okay, okay, then I will wait for your good news at the foot of the mountain." As Harland's voice fell, a thousand gods waited for the moment, and disappeared into the mountains in just three to five minutes.

Yongen was slightly stunned at first, but then he immediately reacted, slightly adjusted his divine power, and soon entered the mountains.

As soon as he entered the mountains, Yongen's sight was blocked by the boundless thick fog. It was easy for a strong man in the God's Domain to see thousands of meters without any obstruction, but in this mountain range, the visibility was less than 100 meters.

When I opened my consciousness again, I found that the radiation range was only 30 meters. "This fog is so weird. It is indeed a place that can contain floating dew. It is really magical."

The average lower god's consciousness in hell can only radiate more than ten meters, but Yongen's soul is extremely powerful and has practiced the rules of life. Normally, the consciousness of the tribe can radiate 60 meters, but in this fog, it actually shrunk by half. Yongen shook his head and stopped thinking about it. After all, this is hell, no matter how special it is, it’s not surprising.

I walked like this in the thick fog for several hours. During this period, I saw no other trees except the trees growing naturally in the mountains. Not to mention the floating dew, not even a single person was seen.

Although Yongen was a little surprised by this, he came back to his senses after thinking about it carefully. The floating mountains cover an area of ​​tens of thousands of miles, and how many people have entered the mountains? The total number of the eight tribes is only 8000, which is so small in this huge mountain range.

Except for some acquaintances traveling together, others naturally avoided their companions consciously. After all, they couldn't help but fight in the floating mountains.

"At first I thought it would not be difficult to pick floating dew, but now it seems that the dew is really too little. I walked for a long time and checked all the places where dew might condense, but even the broken ones I haven’t seen any clear dew yet.” Yongen shook his head helplessly and continued to explore along the way.

After spending three boring days like this, I finally found a drop of blue-green dew on a huge needle on the edge of a cliff. "It's not easy. It took three days to finally find the first drop of floating clear dew."

With a smile on his face, Yongen quickly took out the jade bottle distributed by the tribe, wrapped the water dew with his divine power and put it into the jade bottle, and then put the jade bottle into the space ring distributed by the tribe.

Naturally, the tribe cannot supervise people entering the mountains immediately. But after going down the mountain, everyone's storage containers will be checked, and it takes at least half a year for the lower gods to refine a drop of clear dew, so the tribe is not afraid of anyone daring to fish in troubled waters. As for not going down the mountain and hiding in the mountains, if there is a lower god who is confident that he can avoid the detection of the higher god's consciousness, then he can try it.

"Boom~~~"

"Alpine, you're crazy!"

"Haha, I am crazy. I have been crazy since you killed my wife a hundred years ago. Arnold, I want you to die!"

"Is there someone fighting? It's only more than a hundred meters away from me." Yongen raised his eyebrows. His reason told him not to join in the fun, but his instinct was driving him closer to the fighting place little by little. This was a response to the fighting. It comes from inner desire.

Nearing the edge of the battle, Yongen hid behind a huge stone and watched the battle with his peripheral vision. The lower god who was wearing a fiery red robe and seemed to be practicing the laws of the element of fire was called Alps, and the other lower god who was wearing a green robe and who was supposed to be practicing the rules of life was Arnold.

"Madman! Madman! Madman!" Arnold dismissed the opponent's attack with one blow, and hit Alps with a counterattack. But this Alpine style of play was completely lifeless, without the slightest dodge, and found every opening to attack.

Another knife swung by, and Arnold barely dodged. Taking advantage of Alpine's perfect opportunity to turn around, a pair of light green wings suddenly condensed on his back, and thousands of green shadows were ejected. This was the soul of a strong man who practiced the rules of life. attack.

If this blow hits, Alps will never survive. But Alps seemed to have expected this move, and he showed a wicked smile the next moment.

"boom!"

A dazzling light flashed from the roar, and Alps actually exploded!

(End of this chapter)