Chapter 31 Both Bankrupt

Haotian was busy increasing his power like crazy, not caring about his image as a celestial master.

His hair was messy, and there were a few black and gray marks on his face, and his aura was fluctuating.

He was obviously very angry.

Tongtian looked at the amplifier curiously, and the level of the increase was a little unbelievable.

This trip to the Fortune Mall always gave him a sense of unreality, like a dream.

First, the terrifying aura of the other party, and then Haotian's servile attitude.

This made him dumbfounded, and in the end, he had to bow his head when he saw the other party's terrifying strength.

With the mentality of giving it a try, he spent one million merits and got a chance to defy the heavens, and got the legendary Hongmeng Avenue-level magic weapon, and the Haotian Hammer that was in perfect harmony with his way of killing.

It was accompanied by many great magical powers. Thinking back to these scenes, he felt like he was in a fantasy.

Deep in his heart, he felt an extremely unreal feeling.

Especially seeing Haotian's crazy amplification at this time, Tongtian couldn't help but sigh that the chaotic world is really full of wonders.

Their prehistoric world is still too remote and too small.

Compared with the vast chaos, it is really a small witch meeting a big witch.

Have you ever seen an amplification machine that can upgrade magic weapons?

At this time, he saw it with his own eyes, and Haotian even operated it himself, and he was crazy about it.

He is still happy to upgrade to the devil, and doesn't care about the merit value that is like a stream, leaking out.

Seeing the merit quickly consumed, Tongtian is very envious.

He had expected Haotian's mood and his desperate look.

No one can persuade the person above.

Others can't help except waiting until the other party's wish is fulfilled, or until he loses everything and suddenly realizes.

Instead of waiting for Haotian to successfully increase the amplification, or waiting for him to go bankrupt, who knows when it will take?

So Lin Chen locked his sights on Tongtian, who still had nine million merits.

He had only exploited less than three million merits from the two local tyrants, so how could he upgrade?

How would he get the sales commission?

Whether for his own performance or for the other party, Lin Chen couldn't let the other party go so easily.

"Tongtian Daoyou, my golden epic jar contains everything. You are the incarnation of Pangu God's Yuanshen. You, the Three Pure Ones, were born with the luck of heaven and earth, so your luck is naturally beyond doubt."

"Instead of being idle, why not open a few jars and try?"

Tongtian, who was watching the show on the side, also had his own calculations in his mind. Although he felt a little sorry for the merits, he had no scruples when he thought of Haotian giving it to him at this time.

Anyway, it was unexpected money, so why not open the jar?

What if it was shipped? Wouldn't it be a big profit?

He even said that he was born with the destiny of the prehistoric world, which made him proud and gave birth to a superior mentality.

He was Tongtian, and he had a deep fortune. Opening a jar? Isn't it enough to have hands?

"Senior, please give me another epic jar."

Tongtian made up his mind to open another one and try it. He was extremely contemptuous of Haotian's opening of the jar.

How could you speculate on something that can be called destiny?

It's really ridiculous. What's more, you said that you should take advantage of the unpreparedness and smash the jar before the opportunity can react?

How can you calculate the opportunity? Only with a sincere heart and a high respect can you get the mercy of the opportunity.

As a breeze blew over his body, Tongtian felt nothing but a shiver all over his body.

After a check, he found that his merits had quietly reduced by a full million, no more and no less.

This unpredictable method, even the Daozu can't take away the merits of others so easily, right?

This is the merit of the Heavenly Dao, granted by the Heavenly Dao, and all belongs to the Heavenly Dao. The other party just raised his hand and took it away?

At this moment, Lin Chen's status in Tongtian's heart has far surpassed that of the Daozu, and his attitude has become more respectful.

The jar with golden light was quietly suspended in front of him, and the golden glow was very tempting.

Tongtian took a deep breath, tried to calm down, and returned to the state of opening the jar for the first time, with his eyes clasped and saluted devoutly.

"Thank you, senior!"

He no longer hesitated, wrapped the jar with magic power, and crushed it with a slight force.

A faint golden light rushed into the sky, without any strong breath leaking out, which surprised Tongtian.

Looking at the knife-like weapon inside, he was also stunned.

"Am I greedy?"

"Am I not sincere enough?"

"Senior, what kind of weapon is this?"

"Why does it feel like it's about to break?"

Lin Chen looked at it and thought he had made a profit this time, but nothing good came out.

"Fellow Daoist Tongtian, have you run out of luck?"

Tongtian was also hesitant to speak when he heard this, and he was complaining in his heart.

"I am a saint, one of the Three Pure Ones transformed by the spirit of Pangu, and you actually told me that my luck has run out?"

But he could only complain in his heart, and he was unwilling to complain.

"It seems that I am too greedy, so I'll just take it as a lesson."

Tongtian took out the weapon and looked it up and down.

This knife was covered with rust and cracks on the blade. With just a little force, it could be disassembled, so he had to be careful when holding it.

"You don't have to do this, fellow Daoist. Just treat this as a cushion for the next shipment."

"I believe that with this samurai sword as a cushion, there will definitely be good things next time."

Lin Chen saw that the other party had the idea of ​​giving up, how could this work? Naturally, he encouraged him with words.

Opening a can is a matter of probability.

I'm not afraid of you getting too excited or having no merit, but I'm afraid that you will be discouraged and lose the fun of opening a can and the yearning for a good opportunity.

So Lin Chen thinks that it is inevitable to give some spiritual chicken soup and some appropriate encouragement to confused people.

"Really?"

"Is the lack of shipment this time to pave the way for the next good shipment?"

Tong Tian hesitated a little. Looking at Lin Chen with his aunt's smile, he always had a bad premonition in his heart.

It was as if he was calculated by the other party, but after thinking about it, he felt that it was impossible.

The other party is so powerful that he can hide the Hongmeng Avenue-level magic weapon in a pocket can and let thousands of creatures get it for a fee. This is simply a loss-making business.

Only 1 million merits can be exchanged for a capital that may rise against the sky and compete with Daozu. No matter how you look at it, they are the ones who opened the jar and made a profit.

It is impossible that the mysterious strong man in the chaos is just jealous of your one million merits, right?

The other party may really see that the creatures of the three realms of the prehistoric world are suffering under the rule of Daozu, so he gave the three realms a chance to turn over and make decisions under the pretext of paying.

At least Tongtian and Haotian thought so.

In front of such a strong man, you don’t need to hide.

If they want to kill you, they just need to move their fingers, it’s that simple, there is no need to go to great lengths, let alone calculate your merits.

“Haha, what the senior said is very true, I almost fell into self-doubt again.”

Tongtian got Lin Chen’s affirmation, so he simply let go of his temper and laughed heartily.

"Laugh, laugh as hard as you can, you will cry later."

"Senior, please give me another one!"

With a clang, a golden beam of light shot up into the sky.

But in the beam of light, there was a dark fruit.

Tongtian was a little bit unbelievable. With the last bottom, how could such a thing be produced this time?

It is useless to him, he is not a chaotic creature.

That's right, this time the Chaos Divine Fruit was produced, which is the wild strawberry growing on the dark forest tree in the depths of chaos.

For Haotian, it is a tonic, but for Tongtian, the saint of the prehistoric world, it is a chicken rib.

The only use is to please Daozu, or to exchange with Haotian.

"Senior! Give me another one!"

"Senior, give me another one!"

"Senior, give me the last one, I don't believe that with so many bottoms, this kind of wild strawberry can be produced."

Unconsciously, Tongtian was completely overwhelmed.

Seeing Lin Chen's aunt's smile, the last bit of rationality in his heart was suppressed.

He always felt that he would definitely produce a magic weapon of the Hongmeng Avenue level next time. After all, with so many jars as a bottom, it was inevitable to ship.

He opened the jars again and again, and was disappointed again and again, which made him more and more unwilling.

"I'm sorry, fellow Taoist Tongtian, you don't have any merits on you."

Hearing this, Tongtian's body shook slightly. Nine million merits, just a few clangs and gone?

"Haotian! Please lend me some merits."

Helplessly, he could only turn his head and look at Haotian who was amplifying.

But at this time, Haotian was not as high-spirited as before, but only had a decadent face.

"Brother, don't say it, all my merits are used for amplification, and there is no merit left on me."

Good guy, Haotian was only concerned with amplification, and didn't pay any attention to the loss of merits.

When the amplification machine stopped working, he found that all his merits of more than 10 million were used for amplification.

What made people sad was that his innate spiritual treasure, the Heaven Sealing Seal, was still only at level +3.

There was still a long way to go before he could be promoted to a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure.

"What? You're bankrupt too?"

Tongtian looked at Haotian as if he was looking at a prodigal son. For a mid-grade innate spiritual treasure, he spent all his belongings?

He didn't succeed, and he was completely bankrupt?