Demonic World: I Pay to Win in Cultivation

The ear-piercing chirping sound echoed in the stone room, piercing the ear holes like a sharp bird song, and it was as exciting as the scraping of metal, making the hairs of the whole body stand on end.

Du Kang's face sank, he looked around at the surrounding stone pillars and the magic soldiers on them, and found something that he urgently needed.

It was a small shield. In the stone room full of spiritual lights of various colors, the shield made of unknown spiritual iron was dull and dull, with only a dark color, it looked inconspicuous.

Du Kang didn't realize that he needed a shield until he faced the torrential rain of golden needles from the railway man.

Before becoming a real strong man, don't think your body is too strong. In the duel with the Iron Man, if Ruyi Zijinlun is not in front of him, even if he escapes from the golden needle at the fastest speed, He will definitely be slightly injured by a gold needle as thick as a cow's hair.

Fist-to-body battles are hearty and hearty, and those who can kill a powerful enemy with their bare hands are always true warriors, but those who are tortured to death with their bare hands are also complete fools.

The shadow projected on the ground grew rapidly and turned into a three-foot-long giant in an instant. Du Kang swung the two-foot-long hammer he just got with both hands, and smashed it at the stone pillar that seemed low for his body size at this time.

Boom——

The two realms outside the shield made a sound like a bell, like the two realms of the water curtain violently rippling, and the waves of vibrations swept across the stone room like a gust of wind.

Amidst the ear-piercing alarm and the sound of the bell, Du Kang clearly heard a faint cracking sound, the black gold jewel on the corner of the sky-shattering hammer smashed a small pit on the two-world formation,

"That's right, give it another hammer."

Amid the howling wind, the Sky Hammer hit the same position again.

Click——

This time the sound of cracking was clearly audible, and a long crack appeared on the water curtain.

The bell also stopped at the right time, and the Two Worlds Formation whose structure was destroyed could no longer make that kind of thick sound.

"It seems that this thing has a destiny with me. It's only three things, the last hammer."

Crackling!

There was a sound of shattering glass, and the Two Worlds Formation and the stone pillar bearing its foundation shattered at the same time, and the half-human-high pitch-black shield fell, and was caught by a hand from mid-air.

The panel faithfully presented the detected information to Du Kang's eyes, but he had no time to look at it. In order to get the shield, he had already lost seven breaths of time for ordinary people.

Now, it's time to hurry up and run. Du Kang doesn't want to face the more than 20 mid-level monks in the workshop alone, and he doesn't want to face the Sheng family's demon army criss-crossing the blue sea.

The hammer was put into the stomach, and the body shrank to the size of a normal person. A pitch-black ghost mask replaced Wuying's face.

From now on, the culprit for the theft of the Sheng family's 18 million taels of divine soldiers is neither Du Kang nor Wu Ying, but a Raksha ghost taught by Raksha.

In the end, he took a regretful glance at the dozens of magical weapons shining with precious light. Du Kang's figure disappeared in the stone room in the earthy yellow light.

...

A dozen or so breaths after Du Kang left, a swift flame flew outside the warehouse where the middle-grade divine weapons were stored.

After the flames stopped, an old man with gray hair and beard, gnarled muscles and bare upper body appeared in the raging flames.

Different from the two circles in the stone pillar, in order to prevent anyone from seeing the inside of the sub-cang, the two circles guarding the sub-cang were specially adjusted to blur the water surface. As the old man approached, the water surface immediately cracked. Tolerance through cracks.

Through the crack, one can see a messy and empty scene in the sub-warehouse.

The old man was not careless, but stretched out his hands, and the flames surged in his palms, forming a pair of flaming double hammers. After that, he went straight into the sub-storage without hesitation.

As he stepped into it, the ear-piercing chirping sound also stopped.

A ring of fire spread under the feet, and the flames ignited in the sub-warehouse. The high temperature baked and distorted the air, but the old man's eyes did not catch the abnormal air twisting.

"Already ran away? What ability did you use, teleportation or teleportation?"

The old man walked to the two damaged stone pillars and observed them.

"The methods used are different. One was smashed open by brute force, and the other was cracked cleverly. It should have touched the mechanism when cracking the first one, so they didn't do anything and smashed one before I came. Yes. Many people working together to steal, or just one versatile thief? Who in the workshop has such a skill?"

The closure of the Sheng family workshop made the old man not think about the possibility of an outsider committing the crime for a while, and only thought it was an insider thief.

"You can't run far. No one in the workshop is faster than me. Even if you delay here for a while, it's not enough for you to run out of the warehouse."

The flaming double hammers in his hand shattered and dissipated, and the old man took out a token from his arms, and saw that he was holding a command in one hand and making a formula with the other, chanting words in his mouth.

"Flame essence, flame essence, Suzaku soars. With a stroke of the magic pen, it is connected to Bingding. Goddess of flames, holds the emperor bell in her hand. Samadhi real fire, quickly descends Zhuling. Three sets of power, the messenger descends the spirit. The fire wheel god general, burns ghosts and destroys shape."

The order was transmitted, and every door in the hive-shaped huge warehouse, except for the two realms that had been opened before, had another golden-red wall of fire rising up, completely isolating the inside and outside of the warehouse.

After the old man finished chanting the mantra, several figures came behind him, including men, women, old and young, all dressed coolly, and from the aura radiating from their bodies, it could be seen that they were all middle-level monks.

Seeing him busy, a young man stepped forward and said.

"Fangjian, all the fast-moving people have arrived, and the rest of the slow-moving people should be blocked outside the Bingding firewall, and they can only guard against the thieves outside the warehouse."

"There is no way to do this. If the Bingding firewall is not turned on quickly, the thief who stole may fish in troubled waters and run out. Now, let's play hide-and-seek with this turtle in the urn. Also, what did the thief steal?"

"Fangjian, what was originally placed in these two stone pillars was a hammer and an iron lion shield. It is estimated that the thief is a well-behaved monk, so he is greedy for such a magic weapon."

The young man glanced at the broken stone pillar and knew what was missing, and hurriedly reported it to his superiors.

"It's easy for you as a warehouse guard. There was a mess in the management area, and it came slower than me as a workshop supervisor. It's rare that you can remember what was in it."

"The superintendent is so fast, how can my subordinates be able to catch up. This subordinate has been in the warehouse today discussing the delivery with people from the ground, so I can come here so quickly, otherwise I will be locked out of the warehouse. But the warehouse is in my charge after all. , I am willing to be punished for such a big incident, and I also ask the supervisor to let me take the crime and make meritorious service, and catch this thief who dared to steal."

Ku Shou was a man with a sense of winking, so he pleaded guilty directly.

As for the words of catching thieves in his mouth, there has been no incident of mid-grade magic weapons being stolen in the workshop for nearly a hundred years. The workshop supervisor who is worried that the Sheng family will be held accountable will definitely pursue it vigorously. Ku Shou himself can speak for himself. Save face.

Without waiting for the workshop supervisor to express his opinion, a middle-level craftsman who hurried in ran in regardless of the atmosphere of the scene, and ran to the workshop supervisor and whispered softly.

All the monks present were middle-ranking monks with sharp eyes and ears. They heard all the deliberately whispered words of the craftsman, and their faces changed drastically after hearing the words.

The square inspector's ashen face immediately turned red, and he shouted: "What did you say?" The crimson flame exploded on his body, and his whole body turned into a flame and flew out.

The fire light flew to the nearest sub-store, and the two-world array opened automatically, and colorful lights bloomed in front of the eyes, but the magic soldiers were all intact.

The square inspector breathed a sigh of relief, turned his head and shouted to the crowd who were chasing him: "Isn't the magic soldier in good condition? He's flustered, how decent it is."

Several middle-level monks turned their attention to the craftsman who had reported the message just now, and he could only point to the sub-storage roads on both sides of the passage.

"Yes... most of them are empty."

The flames flying in the air flew forward a few feet, and before arriving at the next sub-warehouse, the stone room engraved with the words Ziyin Feiguangchai at the door was completely dark, only the rows of shelves stayed in the darkness.

"Impossible, absolutely impossible."

The flames flickered rapidly in the passage, and some warehouses were opened, but only about 30% of the warehouses had goods, and the rest were empty.

"Today is the middle of the month. Is it because the ground is out of stock and the goods have already been shipped?"

The flame brought a gust of hot wind and stopped in front of Ku Shou, and the supervisor hoped that the other party could give him the answer he wanted.

But the reality is cruel. Kushou, who was frightened by 70% of the empty positions, trembled his teeth and stammered: "The ground, the ground has indeed come, but...but the person is still sitting at my place, and has not taken it... Pick up."

Fangjian pulled up Kushou who was standing still on the spot, and flew towards the only exit of Shenbing Warehouse, chanting incessantly.

"It will be absolutely fine. As soon as the alarm sounds, the tokens of ordinary craftsmen will no longer be able to pass through the Two Realms Formation. Counting from the sound of the alarm to now, it is less than a cup of tea. Now, even if he can escape from the warehouse, the tight guard at the exit of the workshop will only make him get into a bigger cage."

Fang Jian was very anxious, the stolen mid-grade magic weapons were only a matter of tens of thousands of taels of silver, and he could just make up for it after the fact because of his face in the Sheng family.

However, the large-scale theft of low-grade magic soldiers is a major event that the sky is falling. Now that time is tight, it is still unclear how much the loss is, but the sub-warehouses that I have checked just now have lost millions of taels of silver. It will be a huge hole, if the lost magic weapon cannot be found, the Sheng family will eat their own.

The workshop supervisor is the son of the Sheng family. He has been in the outside world for many years. He was assigned to be in charge of the workshop after his skills in making magical weapons matured and his magic skills were successful.

Now the price monitor outside is not very clear. But before he came in, 100,000 taels of silver was enough to buy the head of a monk who had practiced the [Fire Dragon Nourishing Qi Method] to the E level. Even if he sold his whole life to the Sheng family, he wouldn't be able to pay for such a huge loss.

...

a moment ago.

Du Kang poked out an unclear face on the wall near the exit of the material warehouse, but saw another golden-red wall of fire in front of the rippling two-world formation.

A group of monks were gathering in front of the door to whisper, talking about these changes.

"The action is really fast. Even the material warehouse next door has been sealed. If this is the case, I can only open a door for myself."

The faces on the wall disappeared without a sound, and Du Kang descended rapidly in the viscous liquid created by Tu Dun, until he landed on a solid ground that the yellow-faced boy could not soften.

If the essence of earth escape is to travel through the gaps between soil and rocks, the feeling of swimming in viscous liquid when performing escape is just a sensory illusion when casting spells.

At this time, the ground under Du Kang's feet was like a huge rock with no gaps at all, making it impossible for him to drill into it.

This is the earth-suppressing formation, the nemesis of all earth escape-like spells.

Du Kang squatted on the ground, stroking the ground with his palms, which were full of rough rocky edges and corners.

"Before I entered the warehouse, I had already calculated the depth outside the town's formation. Its entire structure is located on the edge of the third-floor casting area. If the third floor of the foundry area is regarded as the ground, its deepest point is twenty-nine feet underground. And I just descended about twenty-seven feet in the warehouse rock formation. That is to say, the town formation can only freeze two feet of rock formation at most, which is not too thick for me now."

The body slowly swells in the crowded earth escape state. Compared with the normal state of transforming into a giant spirit, the squeeze feeling of the earth is pressing from all directions without dead ends. The yellow-faced boy in the spleen is holding back under the huge magic pressure Get sallow.

It wasn't until Du Kang and the yellow-faced boy felt that they had reached their limit that his giant spirit body swelled to a height of two feet.

Casting spells that change in size during the earth escape is equivalent to expanding one's own size several times in a small rock gap. This was originally extremely easy for the yellow-faced boy, but under the influence of the ground formation around him, it changed. hard up.

A body of two feet tall is already the limit of the yellow-faced boy, any taller will burst the running escapism.

"Forget it, that's enough."

Putting a golden bracelet on his wrist, the wheel at the back of his head also started to spin rapidly. Du Kang took out the hammer from his stomach and comforted the yellow-faced boy.

The majestic monster power in the body was swallowed by the dragon elephant Prajna circle, and transformed into a special power to bless Du Kang.

Obviously the body has not changed significantly, the bones have not become tougher, the muscles have not become stronger, but a powerful force is emerging from the body, and Du Kang feels that if this force does not vent, he will be burst.

Following the guidance of his body's instincts, he raised the hammer high and dropped it heavily.

Boom!

A one-foot-long crack appeared on the rock reinforced by the town formation, and the aftermath of the vibration was transmitted to the surroundings along with the formation, getting farther and weaker...

...

The supervisor of the workshop turned into a flame and flew to the exit of the warehouse. A group of people had already gathered inside and outside the place, and various speculations about today's theft were passed among the crowd.

It wasn't until the dragon-like flame descended in the air that the crowd returned to silence.

The Fang Jian threw the Ku Shou in his hand on the ground, but Ku Shou, who was wrapped in flames all the way, did not have any burns on his body. It can be seen that the Fang Jian has mastered the exquisite skill of controlling fire like water.

The square supervisor looked around at the crowd trapped in the warehouse.

Since the thief chooses to act secretly instead of robbing, it means that the strength of the other party is not strong enough, at least it is weak before facing the power possessed by the workshop.

Since the strength is insufficient, if Fang Jian is the thief who steals, he will choose to hide in the crowd and fish in troubled waters to leave here. Looking at these old people who have worked in the workshop for many years in such a state of mind, I only feel that everyone looks suspicious.

Suddenly, the prison supervisor's ears trembled, as if he heard something.

He moved to the rock wall, listened intently, and then covered it with his palm, and he caught a very slight vibration.

"I've been blacksmithing all my life, and I'm too familiar with all kinds of vibrations. This sound doesn't sound like a blacksmith. Someone is digging rocks."

The workshop inspector only felt a flash of inspiration in his mind, turned around and said to the crowd behind him.

"No one in the warehouse today can leave here. When I find the person who stole the magic weapon and come back, your suspicions will be cleared."

Boom! Boom! Boom! ...

The sky-shaking hammer smashed the last solid rock formation in front of him into sharp-edged gravel, and the unique sense of barrier under the reinforced rock of the ground formation completely disappeared under the hammer head.

"The next journey home will be unimpeded."

Standing in the dug hole, like a fish swimming into the sea of ​​rocks in front of him, Du Kang swam along the induction path.

All the way through the two-story casting area, he came to the waterway when he entered the workshop amidst the sound of the burning fire and the knocking of iron blocks, and his flesh and blood turned into a metal snake body in the water full of gold and iron.

Centipede-like metal spiked legs grew out of the liquid metal snake belly. The numerous thin legs allowed him to walk steadily in the dark and surging water, and he crawled out through the carnivorous plants that were not interested in metal. move away.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he swam to the Sanchakou where several waterways converged, he saw an old man with white hair and white beard who was burning with faint blue flames. The Dukamp metal snake head grinned.

"Little thief, let me catch you."