The beginning of the story: Tracing back to the empress, my qualifications to be the emperor

Chapter 43: The World of Shading Heaven
The reason why the Saint Son of Purple Mansion came to the Divine City of the Northern Territory was because he had heard that someone had cut out all kinds of rare treasures in the Divine City, even magical medicines and fairy gold. So he wanted to try his luck in the Divine City so that he could show his masculinity and overpower the Saint Girl.

God is really helping me. Mu Wushuang really has a feeling that he might be another son of destiny in the world of Shrouding the Sky after Henren, the daughter of destiny?

It's simply a wish come true.

That night.

In the room of the Saint Son of Purple Mansion, Mu Wushuang flew past like a flowing phantom.

"9527, meet the Holy Son."

After a whisper, the Purple Mansion Saint, who was only at the fifth level of the Dao Palace, had no time to react before Mu Wushuang easily sealed off his sea of ​​consciousness and plunged him into the deepest sleep.

Although it was the first time he did such a thing, Mu Wushuang's movements seemed so skillful. It was easy for him to rob the thieves, as easy as eating and drinking.

If the naughty dog ​​Heihuang saw this, he would probably comment sincerely: You are born to do this job.

The whole process was uneventful. The Saint of Zifu was like a puppet, being played around with in the palm of Mu Wushuang's hand.

However, compared with Ye Fan and Ye Hei, Mu Wushuang is still a person with more integrity. He only wanted a tattered gourd, and did not touch other things such as the Dragon War Halberd, the Immortal Platform Forbidden Weapon, and even the Saint Lord-level weapons.

Even for the pitiful bit of divine power in the sea of ​​suffering of the Saint Son of Purple Mansion, Mu Wushuang did not lend a hand out of righteousness.

He did not kill the Saint Son of Purple Mansion. After all, apart from Mu Wushuang himself, even the Saint Son of Purple Mansion did not understand the true value of this gourd.

If the Purple Mansion Saint Son is really killed, it will easily lead to complications.

No matter how incompetent the Son of Purple Mansion is, he is still the Son of the Holy Land and represents the reputation of the Holy Land.

The trip was a complete success, and Mu Wushuang naturally would not continue to waste time acting as a servant, but left quietly, leaving the name 9527 forever in the past.

At this moment, in Mu Wushuang's sea of ​​suffering, a dark gourd was floating up and down, and there was no sign of the might of the former imperial army.

However, it is precisely because of the secret of the divine object that Mu Wushuang would not have been able to control the Holy Son of Purple Mansion so easily.

After leaving the Purple Mansion Holy Land's Divine City headquarters, Mu Wushuang fled the Divine City and came to the place where he had agreed to meet with Feng Wan.

After reuniting with Feng Wan, this always free and easy-going elder of the holy land spoke to Mu Wushuang about something without any hesitation.

After listening to Feng Wan's explanation, Mu Wushuang roughly understood what was going on.

It was just that Mu Wushuang cut out two great magical medicines in the Divine City that some old antiques in the Wanchu Holy Land began to have different opinions.

Mu Wushuang, who was not a fool, had naturally expected this.

The temptation of miracle drugs, especially for those rotten old antiques, is needless to say. Based on this, it is not surprising that those old antiques will do anything.

"The Holy Lord has invited a great uncle from the Holy Land to come out and rectify the Holy Land."

“The Holy Lord also asked me to tell you that the divine medicine you cut out will be yours to arrange, and the Holy Land will not force you.”

Feng Wan continued to add that, today, everyone with a discerning eye has seen that Mu Wushuang's physique and bloodline are definitely not simple. Even if it is not as good as the legendary Chaos Body, it is definitely not weaker than the strongest physiques such as the Saint Body. Therefore, the high-level officials of Wanchu Holy Land are not stupid and know how to choose.

"Tell the Holy Lord that I will return to the Holy Land as soon as I finish forging the weapon."

Hearing this, Mu Wushuang nodded. He didn't have time to waste with those old guys.

He also needed to quickly survey the source mines in the major holy places in the Northern Territory to find enough fairy gold, and then go to the Fire Territory to refine weapons, and by the way, use the weapon soul in his hand to repair the badly damaged imperial weapon gourd in his hand.

Another half a month later, relying on Feng Wan's Saint Lord-level cultivation to tear through the void, he traveled across the Northern Territory and explored countless holy land and family source mineral veins, but he only found a few pieces of black gold with dragon patterns the size of fingernails.

Adding the killing sword cut out in the Divine City and a small piece of black gold with dragon patterns sent by Saint Lord Wanchu during this period, the total amount is only about equivalent to a whole piece of black gold with dragon patterns in the size of a palm, which is far from enough.

On that day, Feng Wan skillfully made another move in secret to let all the cultivators above the fourth level who were guarding the source veins have a good sleep. At the same time, Mu Wushuang, who received the message, walked out of the darkness.

Mu Wushuang, walking in the mineral vein, once again had a strong intuition. The auspicious clouds of the heavens in his body burst into five-colored light, illuminating the two secret realms.

This feeling is similar to when I picked up a whole piece of Daojie gold in the past.

A quarter of an hour later, Mu Wushuang threw down the shovel that was used to refine divine power in his hand, and looked at a piece of black fairy gold as big as a human head that was revealed.

It exudes a dreamy and colorful black color, with an inexplicable aura flowing above it, which is vicissitudes and grand.

Every inch of it is crystal clear, with divine marks on it, as if there are real dragons roaring for eternity!

Dragon pattern black gold!

This piece of black gold with dragon pattern, as big as a human head, is enough to refine the flagpole of Pangu Banner with some left over. Together with the scattered black gold with dragon pattern, which he had accumulated before, it is enough to refine the fairy gold of Yin of Tai Chi Diagram.

In other words, the immortal gold that he still lacks for casting weapons is the yang of the Tai Chi diagram.

In this regard, the most ideal fairy gold in his mind, besides white gold, is phoenix blood red gold.

Thinking of this, Mu Wushuang's eyes unconsciously looked towards the north of the Northern Territory -

As a time traveler, he naturally knew that there was a piece of phoenix blood gold left by Emperor Hengyu.

However, he had never considered this piece of fairy gold in his choice. The reason was that it was close to the Taichu Ancient Mine and was considered to be a territory of the Forbidden Zone of Life.

Not to mention that Feng Wan and Wanchu Holy Land would never agree to let him take the risk, even Mu Wushuang, who always puts stability first, generally does not consider this option.

But immortal gold is so precious that even if Wanchu gathers the power of the Holy Land to help him search for it, the results will be minimal.

But the current situation forced him to take a risk.

After all, he has been dragging his feet for too long, and forging equipment and breaking through the four extremes are imminent.

Even though it had only been two and a half years since he began practicing, the huge catastrophe of the Dark Turmoil weighed heavily on his mind, and he had no time to waste.

(End of this chapter)