Panlong, I can inherit the legacy of the contractor

Chapter 119 The tribe that is being thought of

Jiang Ge couldn't help but feel fortunate that they encountered many robbers on the way to Jingxuan Mansion.

Now the soul energy obtained from these bandits became the nourishment that nourished him.

Three months later, Jiang Ge had consumed all of his soul energy.

Finally, the transformation of the water and fire souls was completed, and the fire lower-level god clone also refined the blue fire, a rare treasure in the world.

In the godhead of the incarnation of the lower-level god of the fire element, the spherical soul that split from Jiang Ge’s original body has disappeared.

At this moment, within the lower godhead of the fire element, there was a burning dark blue flame.

With the help of the dark blue flame, Jiang Ge could clearly sense the laws of fire.

In the palm of Jiang Ge's Fire God clone's outstretched hand, a small blue flame was burning quietly in his palm as if it were a part of his body.

“Huh, this flame now looks like the innate magical power of the Fire God’s avatar.”

After playing with it for a while, Jiang Ge waved his hand to extinguish the flame in his palm.

In the soul space of the Holy Domain's original body, the divine power absorbed by the Fire God's clone and the Water God's clone was combined into a dark blue divine power.

"boom--"

The fused divine power easily shattered the cave, and Jiang Ge was very satisfied with the power.

Now the Fire God's incarnation is only a lower-level god. After the Fire God's incarnation becomes a middle-level god, the combined power of the two middle-level divine powers will probably be even stronger.

Jiang Ge dispersed the fusion divine power and put away the lower-level fire god clone.

"Unfortunately, this tricky soul mutation did not enhance the soul strength of the Holy Land!"

The Holy Domain deity itself cannot fuse the two divine powers. To fuse the divine powers, the two divine clones must cooperate with each other.

Jiang Ge switched to the water god clone and flew away from here at high speed.

At the same time, in the area where Jiang Ge and his men’s castle was located, the Lord God’s army dropped five holy lives.

"Hahaha, welcome to the Storm Tribe."

Since everyone else was practicing, Yun Que's wind-type upper god welcomed the fresh blood with a smile.

Looking at these holy places and then at the Lord God's army that had already gone away, Yun Que shook his head in disappointment!
"What a pity, there is no god level!"

The previous experience in the wind god plane made Yun Que understand!

At a time when the battle for the material plane is fierce, the lower gods coming from the material plane will most likely be taken away directly by the main god's army!
This made his dream of forming a bandit army encounter many difficulties!
"Dreams will come true, the Bandit Corps will have it!"

In the open space west of the castle, Skylark was admonishing five Saints!

"You are stupid. You are coming to hell to die in the Sanctuary!"

"At the same time, you are lucky to have come to our Storm Tribe..."

When Jiang Ge's water-based middle-level god clone came back, he saw Skylark training in the sanctuary.

Yun Que's wind god clone is refining the godhood, but his strength cannot be improved, so it's better to let him do these things!
A thousand years passed in just a blink of an eye.

Jiang Ge's fire god clone also became a middle-level god.

The three laws of the element of fire, the heat of fire, and the burning of fire have all been fully understood.

And it completely integrates the element of fire and the law of burning!

Jiang Ge found an opportunity to try out the fusion of the middle-level divine power of water and fire. The middle-level divine power after fusion was much stronger than the upper-level divine power of wind.

On the other side of the Crest Mountains, several bandits were discussing Jiang Ge and their Storm Tribe.

"Brother, the Storm Tribe has robbed us of many lives in the Holy Land over the past thousand years!"

"Without these holy lands, we will have much less materials to refine the soul gold beads!"

The Upper God of Death Rules, who was sitting at the top seat, couldn't help but frowned after hearing his brother's words.

A four-star demon-level subordinate under his control was easily killed by Jiang Ge's wind-type god's spirit, which made him realize that the leader of the Storm Tribe was also a five-star demon-level strongman.

Considering that with his current strength, he still had no way to control a five-star demon, the Death Rule Upper God waved his hand, signaling his brother to stay calm.

"Brother! But..."

"I have my own idea about this matter!"

Seeing his elder brother's firm attitude, the younger brother of the Higher God of Death Rules hesitated for a moment and retreated helplessly.

Half a year later, a metal lifeform took off from the bandit den in the Crest Mountains and flew towards the Crest City.

In the shop on the third floor of the Demon Castle, the Upper God of Death Rules was trading with a staff member of the Demon Castle.

"Why are there so few soul gold beads this time?"

While the staff of the Demon Castle was talking, the Upper God of the Rules of Death took the teacup beside him and took a sip.

"As you know, the material of the Soul Gold Bead is a Saint-level soul."

"Recently, the Lord God's army has sent a lot less lives to the Holy Land of the Crest Mountains!"

After hearing the words of the Higher God of the Death Rule, the staff of the Demon Castle frowned unhappily.

As a demon castle serving the hell and the main god, he naturally knew a lot of things.

The fighting for the power of faith in the material plane is extremely brutal, and there are fewer holy lives that can come to the divine plane.

"That's not the reason why you lost so many soul gold beads!"

The God of Death Rules smiled indifferently and calmly put down the cup in his hand.

"As you know, the materials for the Soul Gold Bead are not easy to obtain—"

"So I want to increase the share of the Soul Gold Pearl—"

The expressions of the upper gods working in the Demon Castle instantly turned cold.

"impossible!"

The Death Rule Superior God saw the unfriendly expression on the other side, and he knew that although he could easily kill the old Superior God who was talking to him.

But he also didn't want to offend the demon castle behind the old man!

Seeing that the other party was angry as he expected, he changed his face and chose to retreat.

"That's it!"

"Then for your sake, let's forget about the profit sharing!"

Seeing that the old man's expression had eased a little, the Higher God of Death Rules smiled inwardly.

"If you can take a share of the profits, I can take a step back. This is all the Soul Gold Beads will be produced!"

Soul Gold Beads are a hot commodity in the Demon Castle. How could the old man agree to almost cut the supply in half?

"no!"

Seeing that the groundwork had been laid almost enough, the Higher God of the Death Rules stated the reason for reducing the supply.

"A five-star demon-level wind god came to our mountain range and established the Storm Tribe. Many sanctuary creatures were taken to the Storm Tribe."

As he spoke, the Higher God of the Rules of Death took the teacup beside him and took a sip.

The Higher God of the Rules of Death knew that it was not his turn to propose the solution to the Storm Tribe.

The people in the Demon Castle must also feel that their interests have been damaged, so that they will take the initiative to solve this problem.

Sure enough, as soon as the Death Ruler God finished speaking, the staff member of the Demon Castle frowned!

"I understand. I will take care of this matter!"

The Higher God of Death Rules nodded, and when he saw that the matter had been resolved, he changed the subject.

(End of this chapter)