Mythical Apocalypse: Start By Hoarding 100,000-Year Soul Rings

"Crack!"

At this moment, the door of the villa slowly opened.

The golden sunrise happened to rise at this moment, reflecting on Cao Shuang.

A dazzling light emerged.

He seemed to be covered with a layer of bright golden light, like a god of war in the sky, with overwhelming power.

"Dude, which road is it on?"

Cao Shuang showed his white teeth and smiled.

"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is that you pissed off people you shouldn't have pissed off."

Huang Mao took a deep breath and clenched the iron rod in his hand.

"Can't we talk?"

"Stop talking nonsense, brothers, copycats!"

As soon as the words fell, the gangsters around Huang Mao all picked up the steel pipes, wooden sticks, axes, hooks and other things in their hands and rushed towards him.

"snort!"

With a cold snort, Cao Shuang suddenly shot out.

Bang bang bang bang——

With one punch, a row of gangsters flew out.

Immediately afterwards, his right leg kicked out in the air.

Bang bang!

Seven or eight gangsters who rushed from both sides were swept away, wailing.

"Wow, is this guy Ip Man?!"

"Why is it so powerful?"

One gangster was so frightened that he dropped his steel rod and ran away.

The other gangsters followed suit and fled in all directions.

Cao Shuang raised his lips slightly.

"Why are you running? Leave something behind before leaving."

call out--

The sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded.

The next moment, Huang Mao screamed, his knees softened and he knelt on the ground, groaning in pain.

Cao Shuang picked up the iron bar on the ground and smashed it accurately.

Soon, all the gangsters were lying on the ground wailing in pain.

"Brother, I have something to say!"

"I was wrong, I was really wrong."

"Spare my life!"

Huang Mao begged for mercy with a sad face, but he still had the toughness from before.

"Tell me, who asked you to come?"

Cao Shuang was very curious.

These guys are neither thugs nor killers, they are just a bunch of gangsters with no hair at all.

I don’t understand who can provoke me when they are full.

"This this......"

Huang Mao hesitated, and finally relaxed after hesitating for a while.

"I, I don't know, am a woman who gave us a few thousand dollars to teach you a lesson."

"Teach me a lesson?"

Cao Shuang frowned slightly and asked again: "What is that woman's name?"

Huang Mao: "I don't know her. She is wearing sunglasses and a hat."

"Get lost."

Waving his hand, Cao Shuang drove away these gangsters.

From beginning to end, they never asked who was the instigator behind them.

"woman?"

"Could it be Yue Ying?"

"That shouldn't be the case. If she wanted to come up with a dirty trick, she would have done it long ago. Why wait until now?"

After thinking for a long time, he still didn't understand that he had offended that crazy woman.

If you can't figure it out, just let it go. Cao Shuang is not the kind of person who likes to be mentally exhausted.

In the face of absolute strength, all conspiracies and tricks are just paper tigers.

at the same time.

On a tall building five or six hundred meters away from Nanshan Villa, Fang Miaomiao silently put down the telescope in her hand, her eyes full of shock.

"What an amazing skill. Mr. Ling guessed it right. There must be something wrong with this guy."

"No, such a dangerous person must not be allowed to continue to approach Mr. Ling."

Cao Shuang didn't know that his recent abnormal behavior had attracted the attention of a sensitive woman...

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——Recently, many unusual natural disasters have occurred across the country. The general public is requested to pay attention to prevent bad weather, do not run around at will, and avoid...

Back at the villa, Cao Shuang was eating takeout and watching TV.

A lot of news about weird weather is being broadcast on TV.

"It's strange. Before the integration of the game in the previous life, there didn't seem to be so many natural disasters?"

Cao Shuang raised his eyebrows slightly, secretly confused.

Weird weather suddenly appeared all over the world, making him feel vaguely uneasy.

There are still 2 months and 26 days left before the end of the world comes.

The speed of collecting mythical spirits must be accelerated!

After quickly finishing the rice in the bowl, Cao Shuang returned to the game again.

[One page book lv42]: Lao Bai, are there any clues in the places I asked you to look for?

[Bai Xiucai lv60]: Not yet, but the low-level martial spirits and soul rings you asked me to collect are available. I have contacted several Wuhun merchants. They have a lot of goods in hand and can help you introduce them.

[One-page book lv42]: No, you can just negotiate for me directly. The price is not an issue. I will charge you as much as you want.

[Bai Xiucai lv60]: No problem, oh, by the way, you asked me to pay attention to the news about Qianlong, the vice-president of the Immortal Dynasty. Their forces are currently leveling up near the level 70 leveling place Guixiao, but my spies have received news that the leveling up is just a cover, and the real purpose seems to be to do a long hidden mission, and the rewards seem to be extremely generous.

After listening to Lao Bai's report, Cao Shuang fell into deep thought.

Qianlong is Zhai Junjie.

Could it be that the other party has found clues to the mythical martial spirit?

[One page book lv42]: Is there any other news?

[Bai Xiucai lv60]: That's all for now. What can be confirmed at present is that this hidden mission has already consumed a lot of materials and funds from the Immortal Dynasty at the beginning. The final reward of the mission must be extremely amazing, otherwise they would not spend so much money. Moreover, such tasks are time-consuming and labor-intensive and difficult to complete in a short time.

Cao Shuang frowned more and more.

Now, he can confirm.

The end of the mission must be a mythical martial spirit.

It was also a great opportunity for Zhai Junjie to change his fate against the odds.

The question is, how do I cut off the beard?

[One-page book lv42]: Thank you, please continue to help me monitor, and let me know if there is any situation. The intelligence fee will not be less for you.

[Bai Xiucai lv60]: Thank you boss, the boss is so generous!

After ending the conversation with Lao Bai, Cao Shuang sped up his movements.

A large number of low-level martial souls were sacrificed and became the nourishment for the soul stone.

After a whole morning of hard work, I finally got the eighth spirit tank out.

"Crack!"

Three tiny cracks then appeared on the soul stone.

"Husband, the durability of this thing seems to be almost gone."

"I guess it can be used again."

Diao Chan put down the two ten thousand year soul rings in her hands and looked at Cao Shuang with a worried look on her face.

"If it's gone, it's gone. I can't even find the martial soul. It's useless to have so many positions."

Although he said this, Cao Shuang felt heartbroken deep down in his heart.

Cao Shuang knows very little about the mythical martial spirits in the game, but that doesn't mean that Cao Shuang doesn't know about the mythical martial spirits after the apocalypse.

Cao Shuang knew no less than four of the locations and methods of obtaining mythical spirits that could be determined after the end of the world.

It hurts, it hurts so much!

But he can't be too greedy. Nine martial souls are enough to push him through the end of the world.

No matter how much, he doesn't have that many soul rings to supply.

"How is the soul ring melting?" Cao Shuang changed his mood and asked.

Diao Chan smiled lightly and proudly took out her achievement: "Husband, look, counting the previous five hundred thousand year soul rings, we now have a total of sixteen."

Sixteen hundred-thousand-year-old soul rings emitting scarlet light shone brightly in Diao Chan's hands.

Powerful energy fluctuations penetrated from them, which was extremely shocking.

"Well done!"

"It has to be you, little red hand."

"Hehe~"

Although these soul rings cost Cao Shuang more than 80 million gold coins, they were completely worth it compared to the 100,000-year-old soul rings.

But this is not enough.

After all, his martial soul slot still has 7 empty slots.

This little soul ring is not enough to squander.

There is a long way to go.

In the next few days, Cao Shuang practiced leveling with Crazy Xiaotao during the day and collected low-level soul rings as a gambling dog at night. He lived a fulfilling life.

In the blink of an eye, a week passed.

[Bai Xiucai lv60]: Brother Ye, I have some clues about the copy information you asked me to find!

A piece of news from Lao Bai shocked Cao Shuang.

"Is my second martial spirit finally coming?"

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——Countdown to doomsday: February and 18 days!