In Momen, a super giant ship that is 100,000 feet long is waiting to pass through a huge space passage.

In the core control room of the giant ship, a real person in Huo Jie in a blue robe said to Mo Wanfang next to him: "Big nephew, what's going on this time? My eighth-level mountain-swalking giant ship has a major task, so why did it suddenly intercept it? What should I do about the sect's losses?"

"Uncle Thirteenth, that little loss is all small money, don't care." Mo Wanfang said with a wry smile.

"What? Small money?" Uncle Thirteen was immediately displeased and shouted: "The Tushan giant ship can carry thousands of mountains at one time, and the capacity is the best in Momen. I earned a price difference of 3 million small spirit beads on one go. Is this a small amount?"

"Removing some expenses on the road and the dividends from each company will actually pay about one million yuan in net profit for the sect." Mo Wanfang said without hesitation: "For Mo Sect, this is a small amount of money."

"Then tell me, how much benefits can you get by mobilizing my giant ship this time?" Uncle Thirteen said dissatisfiedly.

Mo Wanfang smiled bitterly and said, "It's a secret matter, and I can't say it. However, you may not make any profit if you have been running for thousands or eight hundred years!"

"Are you teasing me?" Uncle Thirteen was shocked and said, "How is this possible!"

"Maybe it is impossible, just look at it!" Mo Wanfang said, then pointed to the front and said, "Okay, the space channel is stable, go quickly!"

"Okay, I want to see what's so valuable!" After Uncle Thirteen finished speaking, he immediately controlled the giant ship to open towards the space channel.

Time was not long, and the giant ship of Swallowing Mountain passed through the space passage and came to a sunny place. Then, all the monks on the entire battleship were stunned by the scene in front of them!

The mountains hundreds of feet high and all piled up by shells are endless, like a long dragon, without any sign of sight!

"Suck~" Uncle Thirteen then took a breath of air and said, "So many shells? Why don't I know that the Momen has the task of making this thing? How many people need to build it?"

"This is not from Mo Sect, it is Fang Lie's private property." Mo Wanfang explained, saying, "I won't say it anymore, hurry up and put it on, start from here and fill it up!"

"Okay!" Uncle Thirteen hurriedly agreed, and then began to control the giant ship.

I saw the bow of the giant ship, which is a huge dragon head, suddenly opened its mouth and then shot out a divine light, covering a mountain of cannonballs.

Then, that place? Slightly shook, disappearing without a trace.

In fact, it was directly moved to the interior of the giant ship by some special space Taoist method.

The giant ship of the mountain swallowing is actually not known for its combat effectiveness, but is a special warship specially used by the Momen to carry out transportation.

It not only has huge storage space, can hold thousands of mountains, but also has special space throughput capabilities. It does not require manpower to move, and can instantly load huge goods into it, and can spit it out at any time and place it in a suitable position.

Because it involves a large number of space magical powers, the materials consumed by this giant ship are very precious, almost five times more than that of warships of the same level.

Moreover, even with the financial resources of the Mo Sect, only three can be produced in total. However, two of them were lost a long time ago, and now only the one in front of them is left, which is one of the most important eighth-level battleships of the Mo Sect.

While loading shells, Uncle Thirteen couldn't help asking: "I said to my eldest nephew, although these shells are valuable, they are not as mysterious as you tell you, right? What's going on?"

"Hehe!" Mo Wanfang smiled and said treacherously: "Often, these things are really nothing, but don't forget that now is the critical moment when Kunlun is facing a super magic wave. Such a large number of physical shells can obviously be sold at a sky-high price!"

"Physical shells are so expensive, they are at least ten times more expensive than consuming spirit stones. The magic channel method released by the spirit beads is at least ten times more expensive. They obviously have huge amounts of spirit stones and spirit beads, so why do they still want this thing? Isn't this stupid?" Uncle Thirteen said in confusion.

"You don't know that this demon tide is extraordinary. On the first day, the first line of defense was broken. Our fleet of 10,000 warships in Momen had no time to fire. The spiritual energy stored in the vital energy furnace was quickly consumed. Then, more than 200 million small spiritual beads were burned every day!" Mo Wanfang sneered: "This great demon tide will last for several years. Even if the Kunlun sects are rich, they cannot withstand such financial pressure? Moreover, the mountain protection formation also requires spiritual beads. The recovery of cultivators and other expenses are astronomical figures. Their reserves are simply dropping the bucket, and I'm afraid they can't hold on for half a year!"

"Where did they get the money to buy so many shells?" Uncle Thirteen said immediately in confusion.

"I don't have money to buy, so I can only exchange it." Mo Wanfang said with a smile.

"Exchange? What to exchange?" Uncle Thirteen frowned and guessed: "They are experiencing hard battles, and the consumption is extremely huge. They don't have enough materials and magic weapons, so it's impossible to take them out?"

"Unless it is those high-level treasures that cannot be used." Mo Wanfang smiled and said, "With your intelligence, I guess you can guess it, right?"

"Hmm?" Uncle Thirteen was stunned at first, then exclaimed: "Didn't it be that you used those eighth-level magical treasures to exchange with us? Be good, then Fang Lie will make a lot of money! You can exchange such garbage low-level treasures for eighth-level treasures? It's like a pie falling from the sky?"

"He really ate this pie~" Mo Wanfang smiled bitterly: "These broken things are the amount he has accumulated for forty years, but they can get several eighth-level magic weapons. Oh my God, I have been practicing for 200 years, but I have never encountered such a good thing before!"

"Haha, no matter how powerful he is, isn't your son-in-law?" Uncle Thirteen laughed and said, "This kid has made a fortune, so he must not forget us, right? Otherwise, the head teacher would definitely not be willing to let this giant mountain-swallowing ship be dispatched!"

"The sect is definitely beneficial. After all, Fang Lie has ignored this place over the years. Whether it is the construction of this place or the control and cultivation of monsters, it is handled by my father-in-law. That kid is completely a manager!" Mo Wanfang said with some annoyance, "Sometimes, I feel like I have become his boy's housekeeper! If my father hadn't ordered him seriously, I would have let go!"

"It's a good thing you didn't let go, otherwise, how could you have encountered such a good thing?" Uncle Thirteen said admiringly: "It's still the head teacher who has vision. He started to make arrangements forty years ago, so that he can accumulate so many shells. I just don't know if it can be used."

"It must be enough!" Mo Wanfang said lightly: "It has been estimated that 70% to 80% of the inventory may be consumed. But it doesn't matter. The output of shells here is extremely terrifying, and as the number of gold-eating rats increases, it is still accelerating. Although you are consuming more now, you can make up for it if you last ten years."

"Be good, can we use up such a large amount?" Uncle Thirteen said strangely: "Although I know that I need to accumulate some shells as trump cards, but saving so much is a waste of materials? After all, low-level materials are also very valuable."

"I don't know what my father thought, but I think he seems to have planned it. Anyway, we will definitely not lose money in these things, but will make a lot of money!" Mo Wanfang said affirmatively.

"I understand. The wisdom of the head teacher is indeed not something we can guess!" Uncle Thirteen then smiled and said, "Anyway, no matter what, this time it's a big profit. It's really not easy to be able to cheat the two sects of Kunlun!"

"Hehe, I deserve it. Who told them to be so stupid before?" Mo Wanfang also smiled.

At this moment, the giant ship of Swallowing Mountain was almost loaded, and a whole thousand artillery shells, including various artillery shells of level one to fifth, were stored inside by it, full of loads.

Next, the giant ship of Swallowing Mountain drove out of this Zhongqian World, and then passed the White Bone Breaking Realm Gate and appeared directly at the Momen Station in Kunlun Mountain.

At this time, nearly ten thousand Kunlun disciples were waiting here, and they were all monks who were ordered to come to receive the goods.

When the giant ship of Mount Swallowing appeared, everyone was startled by its huge size. Even Fang Lie was full of awe of such a big guy who was bigger than the mountain. This is the foundation of the Momen, the strongest transportation-like warship. In its heyday, it could carry tens of thousands of monks and tens of millions of puppets to fight for the Momen!

After the giant ship of Swallowing Mountain arrived, he did not say anything nonsense. He immediately followed the instructions given here and began to swallow up the cannonballs, and steadily released them on the vacant land.

When hundreds of millions of shells appeared in such a shocking appearance, the monks present were deeply shocked.

The half-immortals who had already received the news were also observing this place with a water mirror, and many people showed solemn expressions.

"The foundation of the Mo Sect is really unfathomable. We have never heard of them making large quantities of physical shells, but they can quietly take out so many! The old fox Mo Qianxun can really hide it!"

"I heard from Lanshan Zhenren that the Momen will supply a full amount of 10,000 warships for a year! This number is a bit scary, right? Even if millions of disciples of the Momen are sleeplessly, it will not be possible to complete it in thousands of years without hundreds! But they seem to not take it seriously at all! This is so strange!"

"Yes, under normal circumstances, such a killer weapon must be hidden as a trump card. Who would easily show it? Or even sell it to others? What is Mo Qianxun doing?"

"Who knows, if we can guess the old fox's plan, then we will become old foxes?"
Chapter completed!