(Please support the Holy Spirit! Every click, recommendation, and reward of brothers and sisters is the greatest support for the stars. Thank you everyone!!!) Since it is a magic weapon, the power of the magic weapon is naturally linked to fate. This is the case with the treasure box of Destiny Heavenly Memorials. Put a magic weapon and add the energy supply from the owner, you can take a gamble! If you succeed, the magic weapon will be advanced, and if you fail, the magic weapon will be destroyed. The energy required should be the same as the holy power or the magic power of the demon world.
Of course, the higher the treasure, the more energy it needs to improve. Now Fei Ling, with the help of the light of numerology, doesn’t have to worry about failure! Thinking of this, Fei Ling’s eyes became fanatical again, and he truly realized how amazing the light of numerology is!
"Predict the future and change the numerology and numerology! These two abilities are simple, but the real power is really terrifying!" Fei Ling couldn't help but breathe quickly. "It is worthy of being the Three Pure Artifact. The power of a fragment can be so powerful. How powerful can the entire numerology staff?"
Shaking his head, Fei Ling temporarily withdrew his covetousness of the Staff of Numerology. After all, that was still too far away. He continued to study the treasure box of Destiny.
"It's a pity that there are still restrictions?!"
Finally figured out its entire surname, Fei Ling frowned. This treasure also has restrictions on its use, mainly reflected in the owner who uses it.
If the master's realm is the spiritual refining realm, then it can only upgrade the treasure to the higher level of Xuanbao, and it will not work. But if the master can have the cultivation level of the false holy realm, it can upgrade the treasure to the primary Tianbao level! In addition, the limit of this treasure can be improved is to reach the higher level Tianbao, which requires the master to have the peak of immortality and close to the strength of the holy realm.
For Fei Ling, this treasure has more important uses!
"If there are a large number of treasures here, I can absolutely activate several ultimate summons from the ancient evil devil book!" Fei Ling's heart was surging at this time.
In the ancient evil devil book, there are several very powerful summoning skills that he never dared to imagine before. Their common characteristics are that they require a large number of Tianbao-level magic weapons as medium. Moreover, after a summoning, all of these magic weapons will lose their spiritual surname and become waste products. Fei Ling would not have thought about this extremely prodigal skill.
The value of Xuanbao and Tianbao cannot be the same. A first-level Tianbao can be exchanged for at least ten high-level Xuanbaos, and no one can exchange them at all! After all, Xuanbao can be bought and sold, and Tianbao is a fake saint. The treasure that strong people in the immortal realm have to compete for, and it is completely priceless.
Even the demon hunting group snatched countless treasures along the way, and there were only a handful of treasures that could be taken out, not even enough for Fei Ling to release an ultimate summon.
"It's a pity that my current strength can only increase the treasure to the level of Xuanbao. Xuanbao is useless to me anymore. If there are a large number of Tianbaos..." He struggled in his heart, "Do you really want to give up your magic? For those ultimate summons, you immediately break through to the false saint? Damn it! If you can release the ultimate summons, maybe I don't need to give up my magic!"
Persistence not to give up magic is not only Fei Ling’s nostalgia for his own tribe, but also his deepest hatred for human monks. But Jiaming also warned him that if he did not give up magic, he would never be able to break through to the realm of the pseudo-saint under the two conflicting surnames! Even Jiaming could only help him maintain a barely balance.
"By the way, Brother Jiaming told me that that person also has a talent for fate! Yes, his talent..." Fei Ling's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he had thought of something again.
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He didn't want to stay for a moment, Fei Ling got up and left the cave. He picked up the sound transmission notes, muttered a few words to the end, and then rushed to an open-air lawn on the top of the mountain and meditated quietly.
The sky was already dark, and the fog condensed on the top of the mountain gradually disappeared. The sun was about to rise, and Fei Ling had been sitting quietly on the top of the mountain for a short while.
Suddenly, his closed eyes opened and turned to look towards the woods on the side of the lawn.
"Lei, why did it take so long to come? The tree is not with you?"
A young man in a black robe walked out of the woods slowly and looked at Fei Ling coldly.
"You don't have to worry about where the tree is going! You don't want to transform your magic power and break through the pseudo-saint. Now you have to ask someone to help you with you when you run back to the headquarters?" Lei's tone was not polite at all. Feiling had been violating Jiaming's arrangements, and Lei was extremely dissatisfied with this.
"Hehe, I have an urgent matter. The fastest way is to ask the strong man from the immortal realm to lead the way!" Fei Ling didn't care about the other party's face at all. "Before returning to the headquarters, there are some other things that need to be done. If the tree is not with you, it will be more convenient."
"What's the matter? If it weren't for the water, would you think I would pay attention to you?"
"No matter what, since we are here, let's work together!"
"Cooperate? Just by you, what qualifications do you have to cooperate with me?"
"Lei, others may not know your ability, but Brother Jiaming mentioned it to me. Without me, you really can't do some things!"
Seeing Fei Ling's confident look, Lei frowned, "So what do you know about my talent? How many people in this world can use my talent to fight?"
"It's not convenient to talk about things here," Fei Ling grinned, "Take me to the depths of the wilderness first. If it can succeed, you and I will be of great benefit!"
"Hmph!" Although he was very dissatisfied, Fei Ling was Jiaming's brother after all, and Lei couldn't say much. With his magic power, he wrapped Fei Ling up and rushed directly into the depths of the wilderness.
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"Just here," after flying for a long time, the two landed on a deserted Gobi Desert. "There are no creatures within a radius of hundreds of miles, and they can concentrate on casting spells!"
"Casting? What exactly do you want to do?"
"Lei, if Brother Jiaming is right, your ability should be one of the rare abilities in the Demon World, "Photoelectric Gambling"?" Fei Ling sat down on the Gobi Desert with a smile on his face.
"So what? You are a person from the demon world, so you should have heard of this talent."
"Of course, among the extremely rare talents of fate, the 'optoelectronic gambling disk' is still the most famous one. I have heard of it for a long time," Fei Ling raised his eyebrows. "You should know better than me? There are dozens of skills that can be gambled in the photoelectric gambling disk, basically all of which are combat skills. But there is an exception. It is because someone once gambled this skill that made the photoelectric gambling disk famous!"