Qin Ze felt that the magician's words made sense.
It was just in time to brush the "weekly book" of the Ten Thousand Races Black Market.
The King of Dharma said happily: "The Ten Thousand Races Black Market has become a novice village, right?"
"New kings have to go there first."
Last time it was Ah Bing, this time it was a gambler.
Qin Ze looked at the private messages on the forum again, and Taoist Miao still hadn't replied.
Not only Yan Miao, but Zi Yue has also had no news.
The last chat between the two of them was still stuck on Qin Ze's "Are you there?" many days ago.
"Did you go to retreat?"
Qin Ze thought that this was probably the only possibility.
The Lord of Mist interrupted and said: "I couldn't stand the harassment of the man below, so I blocked you."
Qin Ze flipped through the posts on the forum.
There were many more replies under the post about the "Ten Thousand Races Competition", but most of them were people who were just having fun. The Ancient Clan has not come forward to explain the situation yet.
"The five strange beasts are the key."
"The oracle has been collected now."
"The strange beast suppressed by the water-attributed flying sword is either dead or escaped. We can only know the answer by asking Taoist Miao."
"There is no clue about the other three flying swords."
Qin Ze felt a little headache.
Lao Huang was the same. He sent the Buddha to the west. Why not pack the Five Elements Sword and the strange beasts before giving them to him?
The magician changed back to human form. He straightened his clothes and said, "It's not that simple. Just tell the location of the flying swords with a divination."
Qin Ze looked at him and said, "You tell it."
The magician was puzzled: "Don't you have the ability yourself?"
Qin Ze shook his head: "Drawing cards consumes my life span. My life span is all used."
The magician was very upset: "I'm useless?"
Qin Ze was impatient: "You are here to do this."
"If you don't want to do it, spit out the soul beads. There are many people who can do it."
The magician sighed. Even if he became the king of heaven, he did not cross the class. He just changed from a low-class cow to a high-class cow.
Hua La La——
The magician waved his hand gently, and the three-phase cards of the divine skill were lined up in front of him.
"The card that hides the power of destiny, please give me a hint, so that I can peek into the future destiny of the person in front of me..."
As he said, the magician randomly drew a card from it.
The sun, moon and stars on the card disappeared one after another, and the hexagram began to appear.
"Strange."
The magician frowned.
After more than ten seconds, there was still a ball of flowing white mist on the card, without any hexagram.
The magician threw the card out, and the card shattered and disappeared in the void.
"I don't believe it."
"I just changed my job, how can I keep failing!"
The unbelieving magician consumed more source of life and drew another three-phase card. There were already strands of white frost on his temples.
"Let me see!"
However, there was still a ball of mist on the card.
Compared with the previous one, the mist on this card flowed faster.
One of the clones yawned boredly: "Can you do it? I want to see a river of blood."
The magician gritted his teeth: "You can say I'm a gambler, say I'm a loser, but you can't question my hexagram!"
The rapidly flowing mist formed a vortex, and the source of life on the magician began to be drawn out uncontrollably and drilled into the card.
In a flash, the magician turned into a hunchbacked, white-haired old man, with blood gushing out of his seven orifices, and his clothes were soaked in an instant.
The sleepy clone immediately came to life when he saw this: "Fuck! The real blood is flowing like a river!"
The King of Dharma hurriedly said: "Master Magic, please withdraw your magic power quickly, you are going to beat yourself to death."
The magician was shaking like a sieve, and his words were also weak: "Stop... stop... can't stop..."
Qin Ze stepped forward and crushed the card, and the magician lay straight down.
Miss Jian Xia heard the movement and came over, poking with the flying sword.
"Qin Ze, your puppet is hard."
"Do you want me to cremate it for you?"
Miss Jian Xia couldn't wait to take out the fire-attributed flying sword, wanting to burn something.
The dying magician now had difficulty even speaking a word, and his eyelids seemed to be filled with lead, and he just wanted to close them.
"New account!"
"You're messing with me, aren't you?"
"I can't play at all!"
The magician loudly complained about the injustice of fate on the LAN.
Juba suggested: "Next time before you tell fortunes for others, you'd better tell your own fortune first."
Qin Ze threw a piece of source crystal at the magician, and he immediately absorbed it eagerly.
"No need for now."
"There will be a chance later."
Miss Jianxie was extremely disappointed: "Okay then."
Now with the fire attribute flying sword, the cremation efficiency of the circus will be greatly improved.
Qin Ze looked at the miserable magician on the ground and whispered: "The power of the card is useless to me, can't my fate be peeped into?. "
After absorbing a whole piece of source crystal, the old man slowly got up from the ground.
It was agreed to be the minimum consumption, but he was almost sucked dry.
The magician held his palm up and stretched out his right hand: "Give it to me."
"What do you give me?"
"Source crystal, you made me like this, you are not going to take responsibility, right?"
Qin Ze said lightly: "There are not many left, I save it for emergency."
The magician said: "I am very anxious now!"
Qin Ze patted his shoulder: "You are already a king, but you are still not stable at all. If other ordinary clones see you, they will laugh at you."
The magician cursed: "I will die if I am not anxious!"
The King of Dharma gave a suggestion at this time: "You can use the remaining life to draw a divine skill."
"If you draw a skill that restores blood, the blood bar will be full directly."
The magician's eyes lit up when he heard it: "Don't say it, don't say it! "
Qin Ze interrupted his pre-casting: "Okay, don't kill yourself on the first day."
"Wait until we go to the Black Market of Ten Thousand Races, ask Second Sister Guan for two bottles of Life Essence."
In the current state of the magician, three bottles of Life Essence can restore him to almost everything.
Qin Ze called Miss Jian Xia: "Let's go."
Miss Jian Xia asked curiously: "Where to? The Land of Origin, or to find other flying swords?"
Qin Ze replied: "Go to the Black Market of Ten Thousand Races and ask about your baby."
Miss Jian Xia immediately lay on Qin Ze's back: "Let's go!"
After a while, Miss Jian Xia turned into a stream of light and headed straight for the gate of the abyss.
The clan leader watched Qin Ze leave and murmured: "Lord God has left."
"But as long as we are always loyal, the bond will not disappear."
Immediately, he faced a group of steel melters, who are currently the best forging technology left in the world.
"Open the furnace! "
The fire was boiling, and two pieces of cowhide were put into the furnace, starting the first round of smelting.
...
Qin Ze was lucky. He met a wandering Yuan Kui nearby just after leaving the molten steel world.
After determining the location of the Wanzu Black Market, he controlled the Yuan Kui to move forward.
The magician recovered a lot of vitality, looked around and said, "It will take several days."
"Do you want me to draw a teleportation skill and send us all to the Wanzu Black Market?"