Dharma Ring: Selling dung beetles at the border

The giant bronze snake has already set off, turning over soil and arching trees in the woods, dominating like a terrifying monster.

That also means that it has discharged all the pyroxene and completed the delivery of Serui's mission.

Wuming wanted to see the artificial lake created by piles of pyroxene and feel the power of his own mining machine. When he actually went over, he found that the pit was already empty.

Instead, there was an open space covered with pyroxene.

If viewed from a high altitude, the open space with a radius of 100 meters is engraved with complex magic circles, dyeing the original golden ground blue, as if the ground has been eroded by pyroxene.

It's very efficient. Wuming looked at the strange scene in front of him and was shocked that Serui could deploy the magic circle so quickly on his own.

Se Rui waved his hands with four hands: I have already calculated in my mind countless times, how many should be placed in which place, and where to put them. I already have the answer. Just carry the basket on your back and plant the land. This is called being confident.

What kind of magic circle is this? Wuming asked.

It's me. Serui said.

You? Yourself?

I am five thousand times larger, which is equivalent to ten thousand times larger. Through this magic circle, the next generation of me will emerge from it. Se Rui said, Se Rui is five point five.

Why are there still parts and pieces?

I am the fifth generation, and this is the fifth generation.

Such a big battle, only half a generation? Wuming looked at the bright blue land in disbelief.

Of course, in my expectation, the next generation should be a perfect generation, the beginning of a new era, able to solve all problems. Serui said, I am not confident about this now.

Wuming was worried: The next generation won't want more, right?

That depends on 'my' judgment. Se Rui stood in the middle of the magic circle and opened his hands. It's just finished and can start. You are lucky to be able to witness my new life.

Wuming said: For such a big thing, why don't you ask Se Lian to come together?

This is my own business. It can also be regarded as my child. It has nothing to do with her. Se Rui said ruthlessly.

That's too much. She obviously hopes that you can evolve beyond the Full Moon Queen. Wuming said.

I'm not the one who went too far, Serui said. She didn't have time to come because she has to work hard to make money now.

Serui emphasized: Make money to pay off debts.

Wuming lamented: Unlucky kid, your mother went into debt to help you grow up, and you actually say it has nothing to do with her.

I actually said it as if it has nothing to do with you... Se Rui muttered, Let's talk about it for the next generation. She is not required to be present for the half-generation upgrade.

The blue earth trembled, and light rushed out from the texture of the magic array and shot straight into the sky, dyeing the earth blue, even faintly suppressing the golden color of the golden tree.

Se Rui's body disappeared silently. She stood in the center of the magic circle and was torn to pieces immediately.

The so-called upgrade is to destroy the current self and create a new and more perfect self. From this point of view, Se Rui has inherited Se Lian's spirit quite well and has no regard for his own existence.

A light point rose in the center of the magic circle. With the light point as the center, blue lightning scattered in an instant, leaving an image in Wuming's eyes.

As the light intensifies, the light spots are like a heart, regularly emitting lightning-like textures and pulsating like a heart.

Something was being born, Wuming could see it. He didn't expect the movement to be so loud. Looking at the blue light that shot into the sky, Wuming felt that Serui might have waited for him to come over before he started iterating. But even if Se Rui really thought so, she probably wouldn't admit it. Now that she's broken, she can't verify it.

A small earth bag was piled up in the hole dug earlier. Wuming stood on the earth bag, guarding Serui to prevent any emergencies from interfering with her evolution.

Wuming spent an unknown amount of runes to acquire the two thousand tons of pyroxene. If it failed for some strange reason, Wuming himself could not agree to it.

This open space was chosen by Se Rui, and it was indeed a good choice. Even now that the royal city has been destroyed and the Rodel people have been displaced, not many people come here.

Wuming invited away three waves of people in three days, and finally waited for the day when the magic circle became quiet.

The crystal is wrapped into a spherical shape, and through the translucent crystal, a human figure can be vaguely seen inside.

The crystal pieces shattered and peeled off, and light spurted out from the gaps. The dazzling light formed a beam of light and shot straight into the sky.

When the light finally dissipated, the brand-new Se Rui stepped out of the shell with slender legs.

Crystal clear, slender, short hair...

Why is he a crystallized person? Wuming said.

Appearance is only a temporary shackle. The crystallizer said in Serrui's voice, I can use the original voice to provide you with some sense of familiarity. But with all due respect, recognizing people by their timbre is just based on the limitations of my own senses. Superficial judgments are not true wisdom.”

Wuming nodded: I now believe that you are transformed by Se Rui.

Having said that, Wuming felt that the tone of the crystallized man in front of him had lost its vitality, and the previous Se Rui was probably gone.

He looked at the crystallized man in front of him:

But in such a big battle, a crystallized man appears. It feels like evolution has gone awry.

The crystallized man raised his hand, and a torrent of magic power spurted out from his hand. As his arm moved, the torrent turned around and formed a fan shape.

Crystal Man Se Rui did not respond with words. He only used one move to show his control over magic and blocked Wuming's mouth.

What a strong control. I've only seen it at Full Moon before. Wuming said.

Cracking the full moon magic is also one of my tasks. Crystallizer Se Rui said, But the first task now is-

The crystallized man was motionless, like a human being meditating, silent and quiet, but accompanied by high fever.

The crystals all over Serui's body seemed to be resonating, and a strong heat radiated from his body, scorching the grass beneath his feet.

Wuming felt the heat wave coming towards his face and narrowed his eyes:

Is this true wisdom? Then I can do it.

Wuming also radiated high heat, and the heat wave pushed back from Wuming. The hot wind blew over Serui, and suddenly several crystal fragments exploded from the crystallized person, and her figure began to peel off again.

Wuming was so frightened that he quickly stopped, helped absorb the heat, and observed Serui's reaction.

Forty-two. Serui suddenly said.

What? Wuming didn't understand.

Se Rui said: The meaning of my existence now is to calculate the amount of pyroxene needed by the next generation. This is my mission as the fifth generation.

Wumingxin suddenly missed a beat: Is this forty-two the result of your calculation?

Yes. Se Rui replied, The previous generation estimated that it might require 20,000 tons. Her estimate was indeed not accurate enough. Facts have proved that my existence is still necessary.

Forty-two tons? It's indeed a new model. This optimization is great, haha. Wuming praised Serui's optimization capabilities.

Serui said: It's 420,000 tons.

Ah? What did you say? The wind was too strong and I couldn't hear clearly. Wuming said, Oh, I'm getting old and my ears are damaged. I need to find a perfumer to treat them. I won't disturb you, I'm leaving. ... Wuming jumped up and ran away.

Wuming found in despair that he could not outrun Serui.

A torrent of magic power erupted from Serui's feet, and the pot lid head made of crystals had excellent wind resistance, following Wuming closely.

Why are you chasing me? Wuming was frightened.

After comprehensive judgment, you are the best candidate to obtain the pyroxene. Serrui said, I will provide some help in exchange for enough pyroxene.

No, don't help me, I can't bear it. Wuming waved his hand, Forty-two - ten thousand tons? Do you know what the annual output of pyroxene at the junction is? Do you think hens lay eggs? They can't even lay eggs like this. quantity!

It is difficult, but you are already the candidate with the highest success rate. Serui said, I will help you.

Help me? Tell me how you can help me so that I can conjure these pyroxenes for you? Wuming sneered.

Serrui said: The royal family of Kallia has the highest pyroxene reserves. My suggestion is to capture the Kaliya Walled City.

Wuming tilted his head: Huh?

Se Rui continued: This is also consistent with the initial goal set by Se Lian for me. I can defeat the Full Moon Queen at the same time.

Wuming swallowed speechlessly and thought for a while:

It seems that evolution has indeed failed.

If you don't agree, I can only go by myself. Se Rui said.

Wuming sighed: You were made by Se Lian and the pyroxene I provided. If you go and cause trouble, we will have nothing to do with it. Forget it, I'll think of a way.

Thank you. Serui said.

Wuming noticed that Serui was now much more polite, but he suspected that this was all an act. All of Serui's actions might be to promote his own evolution, including just saying that he would attack the Kalia Walled City.

Wuming had no choice but to roll his eyes:

Let me first confirm whether the total pyroxene in the entire junction area is of this magnitude.

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In the Royal City Arena, Magri's vision was blurred, and blood flowed to the corners of his eyes, dyeing the world in his eyes a layer of blood red. Veins popped out, and blood spurted out from several wounds.

Magri's hands were already trembling, but he still refused to let go of the sword in his hand.

Those giant alien swords that were forged from various long swords had most of their blade protrusions bent or broken, showing the brutal battle they had just experienced.

Magri looked at the tall man in front of him, the legendary king, standing in front of him, taller than the story, like a mountain, standing in front of him, an insurmountable chasm.

Although it was said to be a competition, the excitement of facing the legend in person, the dignity and passion of a warrior made Magli unable to regard this battle as a child's play like a performance.

Concentrate on the battle and see nothing else.

If it was a simple competition, Magri probably wouldn't be so miserable. The more he concentrated, the more he realized the power of the War King and the despairing strength gap.

After getting up and being blown away countless times, Magri felt that the blessings in his eyes were disappearing.

Magri's head was bruised and bloody, and he was finally knocked unconscious by Godfrey in another ordinary charge. Magri flew across half of the arena, spurting blood, still holding the sword in his hand tightly, as if there were protruding spikes on the hilt, which had been twisted into his palm and merged with him.

When Magri opened his eyes, he found that he was lying on a row of chairs, and the clergy were treating his injuries. Magri judged that he was still in the arena, but had just moved from the stage to the audience.

The tall throne was next to him, and the majestic figure sat there.

Magri stood up quickly and saluted Godfrey despite the severe pain. When he stood up, he realized that he had been holding the sword in his hand and had not let go, and his hand was already stiff.

I lost, Magri said.

Why do you say it so regretfully? Godfrey said, Isn't this the natural result?

Magri hesitated, not knowing how to respond. Ge Fulei laughed: Yes, you just have to have such a spirit. Wuming is right, you are indeed an outstanding faded warrior.

I don't dare to take it. I just failed miserably. Magri looked at the sword in his hand, endured the pain, opened his fingers, and put the sword down, I grew up listening to your legend, the Battle of Morn City I can still recite your story. I look forward to fighting side by side with you, or even fighting with you...

Magri lamented:

But I'm still here. How can I be as strong as you and those legendary heroes?

First of all, it's probably talent. Godfrey said.

Magri smiled bitterly, looking at the tall Godfrey, and then at the much smaller figure in comparison, and felt desperate for Godfrey's frankness.

If you don't have enough talent, there is nothing you can do about it. But you haven't reached the stage of talent yet. Eat and drink well, and you will become stronger. Godfrey handed Magli some runes, This is your reward.

But I lost. Magli was stunned.

You deserve this. Godfrey said, The unknown businessman reminded me that there is no need for the winner to take everything in the fighting festival. Besides, you are fighting with me. Since I am happy to fight, win or lose. There should be rewards for everyone.”

Magri took over the heavy bag of money and realized later:

Did I make you happy?

It's not just physical pain that can make people's blood boil. Godfrey said, Otherwise there would be no audience in the arena, only fighters. Talent comes first, wealth second, although they are crucial, but What can make them come out is your will, which is also very important.”

My will...

Ge Fulei pointed his eyes at the arena: Look at the field.

Magri looked over and found that the arena was bustling with activity and a battle was going on in full swing. It was no longer as dull and confused as before.

How many days have passed? Magri looked at the changes on the field and looked for the calendar. If you want to judge the time by the state of the branches and leaves of the trees, you can only see the eternal golden tree.

How many days, are you underestimating the level of treatment under the golden tree? Gefu Lei said, You didn't faint for long, boy.

Godfrey looked at the arena with satisfaction:

After you played a game with me, the arena became lively and even more enthusiastic. I have to give you some reward for this.

Magri looked at the bustling arena and heard the sound of killing in his ears. He didn't know what to say for a moment.

Godfrey said: You do have great potential. Do you want to follow me? My original batch of furnace knights all went their separate ways, and there are not many left.

Knight of the Furnace? Magli was shocked by Godfrey's understatement.

The Furnace Knights are Godfrey's personal guards, and each one of them is a top-notch hero-level warrior.

If admitting that he is a good fighter can be polite, the position in front of him is a real admission.

Magri looked at the old man who was somewhat kind when not fighting, and was very moved.

Then he rejected Godfrey.