Mage with knife

"You, the Zhang family, have mined the top-grade soul power stones and have stolen so many top-grade soul power stones. Aren't you worried that the god-king-level powerhouses from the Sinai Palace will cause trouble for you?" Dick asked.

"Senior, it is extremely difficult to mine the top-grade soul stone mine. It has been mined for millions of years and it has not been completely mined. The Sinai Palace also knows this. As long as the quota is achieved, the Sinai Palace will not care.

Mining is so difficult, and our Zhang family only has a few top-quality soul stones left every year. If it weren’t for the fact that this was a task assigned by the Prince of Sinai, our Zhang family would not be willing to continue doing it.”

Understand, investment and income are seriously not directly proportional.

When the top-grade soul power stone mines start to be mined, it is relatively easy. As the time goes by, there are not many reserves, and of course it is difficult to produce. Mineral resources are not endless.

The Zhang family has so many top-quality soul power stones in stock, which have been accumulated over hundreds of thousands of years.

"Zhang Liang, you also said that your Zhang family has been ups and downs so many times. Why do these two families insist on killing your Zhang family this time?"

"In the past, the output of the top-grade soul power stone mine was pretty good. The rules of the Sinai Palace required three of us to mine, and the three of us couldn't do anything too perfect for each other. It was too awesome, and the Sinai Palace wouldn't do it either. However, in the past few hundred years,

In 2016, the output was pitifully small..."

I understand, there is almost no output from the top-grade soul power stone mines, and the Sinai Palace is not interested in who dies and who lives among these three families. As for the output of top-grade spiritual grains in the Liaohe Plain, God King-level powerhouses are not interested either.

"Senior, there is only such a top-quality soul stone mine in the Sinai Peninsula. The output is almost gone. When we came out, there were rumors that the god-king-level powerhouse in the Sinai Palace had also left."

On the contrary, the God-King-level powerhouses are still somewhat interested in the top-grade soul power stones. After all, can they maintain health? Even the top-grade soul power stones are gone, what are the God-King-level powerhouses still doing here?

"Zhang Liang, where is your special ancient flying machine? Try it!" Dick said.

"Senior! Did you agree?"

"It's okay to go and have a look. I'm quite interested in the one million top-grade soul stones and one hundred tons of top-grade spiritual grains you promised."

"Thank you, senior. This is a deposit of 100,000 pieces of top-grade divine stones and ten tons of top-grade spiritual grains." Zhang Liang was overjoyed. It's okay. At least he has found an eighth-level high-ranking god. It's better than continuing to wait, isn't it?

No one said anything about Dick's decision. Even Wu Gou thought it was a good idea.

Even if they go to Xiangshan Island in Qiaosang Continent, they may be tracked by the five major families of Youlan Mansion. If they go to the farther south and stranger West Lake Continent, it is estimated that the five major families of Youlan Mansion who are chasing Dick will be traced.

Even the male fish can't think of it.

"I've got one hundred thousand top-grade divine stones and ten tons of top-grade spiritual grain. Come on, let's share it with everyone." Dick wasn't stingy either. It wouldn't be easy for everyone to follow him out to 'escape'. At least there was some profit.

"Senior Riquelme, the top quality soul stone is of no use to us, it's all yours."

"Okay, I'm not polite." Riquelme is a ninth-level high-ranking god, and high-grade spiritual grains are useless to him. The top-grade soul power stone is of great health value to Riquelme. Riquelme's age

Not too small either.

"Come on, for the remaining people, each person will receive a ton of high-grade spiritual valley. The rest are mine, haha!"

"Me too?" Old Peter looked surprised.

"Don't pull him down." Dick said without curiosity.

"Don't! I'll work hard to follow you. Is it easy for me?"

"Haha..." The atmosphere in the aircraft was much better.

The Zhang Liang brothers' special top-grade aircraft is really swooshing, dozens of times faster than Dick's top-grade aircraft.

"Zhang Liang, where did your aircraft come from?"

"It was passed down by the family millions of years ago. It is said that it was found in some ancient ruins. If you like it, senior, just give it to you."

"Okay! Then I'm not welcome." It's strange that Dick is polite. Dick doesn't have much interest in top-grade soul stones, high-grade spiritual valleys, etc. For the time being, Dick likes such awesome super aircrafts the most.

This miserable world of gods is too big, and one has to fly for hundreds of years at every turn. Who can bear it?

With this special ancient flying machine, I will be able to run around much more smoothly in the future.

"You are smart," Wang Ermazi said.

"Yes, senior, I'm giving it to you as a favor. It's better than being robbed directly by you, haha!" Zhang Liang said with a smile.

After flying for decades, it’s so boring.

"Kill!" The bored Wang Erpazi stopped shouting "Get out!" when he encountered a group of robbing Windrunners blocking the road, rushed out and started committing violent acts.

Even though Wang Erpazi is still very weak, can he still deal with a bunch of timid robbers?

"These poor guys!" Wang Ermazi was very dissatisfied with the loot he gained from the robbery.

"It would be nice to have some high-grade soul stones." Carla and Carlo also went out to fight, stretching their muscles to avoid getting too bored.

"Jiggs, there are middle-grade soul stones here. They're of no use to you. Give them to me." Old Peter licked his face and said. He was the only middle-grade god here, and Griffin, who had refined his godhood, hadn't gone out to fight.

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"Exchange it for your high-grade spiritual grain."

"Get out!"

"Ha ha……"

With Old Peter around, the aircraft can be a little happier from time to time. In fact, Old Peter is not old either. He is five thousand years old, compared to the median god's lifespan of 100,000 years, which is considered very young. However, everyone is used to calling him

'Old Peter'.

The years of flying are too long, and everyone spends a lot of time practicing silently in the aircraft. Even if there is no spiritual liquid, potion, high-grade divine stone, soul power stone, etc., simply setting up a training circle in the aircraft will achieve the best results.

It's also pretty good.

Zhang Liang's special aircraft is not very big (it is not considered a small aircraft, but it could hold one or two hundred people who escaped from the Zhang family at the beginning), but it is relatively too big for the dozen or so people like Dick.

They practice independently and do not interfere with each other.

After a long time of doing nothing, when you practice, you become calm and have an inexplicable good effect. Even Dick, the top-grade divine stone, and the soul power stone have little effect on practice. If you calm down and practice, the spiritual platform will be empty and your mind will not be distracted.

, has a unique flavor.

In this world of killing, Dick's deepest artistic conception is that of destruction, which seems quite appropriate. But is this world of killing all destruction? Perhaps, there is still warmth in this world.

Relatives and friends gathered together, talking, laughing, and gossiping. Dick felt at ease and warm.

Inexplicably, Dick waved his hand, and a small flame wandered between his left and right hands. All along, the improvement in the level of Dick's fire fighting spirit attribute was due to an increase in temperature.

Maybe, that's not necessarily the case.

The flame gradually turned from a ball of fire to like running water, swimming back and forth between his left and right hands. Many people who were practicing suddenly felt the chill in the air, and this chill became stronger and stronger. Everyone gradually looked at Dick swimming between his hands.

The flames, fiery red in color, gradually turned blue and finally black.

Old Peter, who was sitting in the cockpit in front, waved to the pilot Zhang Liang, and the aircraft stopped on an island.