Chapter 542: Now non-old

However, in addition to methods, materials are also needed for the production of Lingxi scrolls.
Meng Jingtian glanced at it. There were only three materials needed: Fengling paper, ink-washing ink, and time.
The first two are easy to handle, Fengling Paper, which is systematically interpreted as paper made from Phoenix Lingyu, and only the southern family of Zhuquecheng has the craftsmanship.
Although only this Nan family has the craftsmanship, this Nan family is actually very easy to find. In addition to making Fengling paper, they also make other papers. They have a lot of power in Vermilion City, and they are still growing.
Moreover, Vermillion Bird City is now the territory of the Canglong Nation. As a citizen of the Canglong Nation, Nanjia is naturally a believer of Meng Jingtian.
The second type of ink is the one that Dijiang gave him a task before and asked him to find it.
The third is difficult.
Dijiang is born with the ability to control time, because this ability is too abnormal and is also restricted by the system in the game.
But in spite of this, his power is enough to make the Scroll of Spiritual Rhinoceros.
But Meng Jingtian doesn't have the ability to control time!
I got this production method, but I didn't expect to be stopped here in the end.
Meng Jingtian couldn't help sighing, but suddenly saw the row of things in the backpack that had no system data.
The original power of the World Tree.
Looking at these things, Meng Jingtian's eyes suddenly brightened, and in a blink of an eye he thought that the original power of the world tree can be formed by even a world, and a world without time cannot be regarded as a world, at most it is just a dead space. network
The original power of these world trees should contain the power of time, right?
Meng Jingtian was eager to try and was ready to try it out, but it was still short of Feng Lingyu, and the ink for washing ink was handed over to Dijiang, so he had to find it again.
Meng Jingtian was about to leave, and glanced at Dijiang's corpse by his feet inadvertently. After a pause, a bright light suddenly flashed in his mind.
"The pit just now..." Meng Jingtian stopped, looked down at Di Jiang, hesitated, dragged Di Jiang's body to the back mountain, where he had just dug, and then threw it down.
It seems...just right!
This guy, that task, clearly is to dig his own grave!
why?
Meng Jingtian was puzzled. You said that you are an NPC, and you will be resurrected if you die. You even bother to dig your grave.
Why bother to seek death by yourself?
Meng Jingtian looked depressed, but he still ignored the predecessors, not only threw Dijiang into the pit, but also buried him by the way.
"Ding! NPC Dijiang's favorability for you +20!"
"I go!"
"A corpse? Increase your affection even if you die!"
Suddenly hearing this system prompt, Meng Jingtian couldn't help but stepped back a few steps, reacted, and muttered.
Although Lao Tzu dug a hole to bury you, it was Lao Tzu who killed you. What is this?
Meng Jingtian shook his head, summoned Mingfeng, went back to the death swamp, collected a lot of inkstone, then flew out of the forest, went to the nearest city, and sent it to Vermilion City.
Nan's family is a big family in Vermilion City. Meng Jingtian randomly found an NPC to inquire, and then found a shop under Nan's.
"The shopkeeper, give me some phoenix papers!" Meng Jingtian came to the store and said directly to the npc shopkeeper.
The shopkeeper immersed himself in sorting out some kinds of paper, and raised his head when he heard the sound, almost instantly when he raised his head, his whole body fell short.
"See... I have seen Lord God!" The 50- or 60-year-old treasurer shouted to Meng Jingtian excitedly, not even daring to lift his head.
At this time, Meng Jingtian is the same as before, but it can also be said that he is a different god.
Previously, he was just an unknown god.
The npc knows that he is a god, but he doesn't know what kind of it is, what good is it to worship him.
It is only because he is a that he is given some respect.
But now, as the master of the Canglong Kingdom, Meng Jingtian believes in the gods and spreads among the people as a powerful of war. As the master god, he also cares about weather, farming, culture...In short, he doesn't care about everything in Canglong.
Such a god, whose true body is revealed, is there any reason for believers not to worship?
The corner of Meng Jingtian's mouth twitched. He only wanted to do business with the shopkeeper, but he didn't expect that the shopkeeper only wanted to worship God!
"Get up, get up! I want to order some Fengling paper here!" Meng Jingtian said again.
The shopkeeper was a little frightened, and replied again and again: "No problem! No problem! Fengling paper is the craftsmanship of our Nanjia town clan, but..."
With that, the shopkeeper's expression was inconsistent, a little embarrassed.
"Fengling paper needs real Fengyu, which is rare in the world, so..."
They usually make phoenix feather paper, which is made of the monster feather of the phoenix bloodline.
But now it's Meng Jingtian who is asking for this paper. Where can the shopkeeper dare to fool with this inferior product?
"This is easy!" Meng Jingtian waved his hand, not paying attention to the embarrassment of the shopkeeper.
Feng Yu? He who has a phoenix can still not have Fengyu?
It's just that Mingfeng is a mutant phoenix.
Meng Jingtian still summoned Mingfeng. At this time, Mingfeng had become a suitable size, looking like a big eagle.
Meng Jingtian plucked a few feathers directly from its wings.
Mingfeng screamed, flapping his wings to dive into the mount space.
Suddenly, there were a few people jumping in the shop.
Fortunately, within a short while, Meng Jingtian successfully pulled out ten black phoenix feathers, which allowed Mingfeng to return to the mount space.
After Lingyu escaped from Mingfeng's body, she became a little bigger, the size of a small banana leaf, her feathers were so dark and shiny that she couldn't help but shine, she looked like a baby!
"It will take about ten days to make all the Fengling paper, you see..." The shopkeeper looked up at Meng Jingtian, a little cautious.
"Yes, I will pick it up in ten days!" Meng Jingtian nodded.
Afterwards, Meng Jingtian left the paper shop in the southern home, and spread from the Vermillion Bird City to Baishui City~EbookFREE.me~. This city is very remote, but it is not small in scale.
Just teleported here, you can feel the tense atmosphere of war, completely different from the just prosperous Suzaku City.
Not only the NPCs, but even the players in the city are hurrying around and seem to be infected.
Players, more and more integrated into this world.
Perhaps because of the inability to go offline, the speed of this integration seems to have accelerated.
If you don't look at the information, you may not even be able to distinguish between the player and the npc.
At this time, in Baishui City, a large group of players gathered on the clearing square near the teleportation array. From their discipline and equipment, it can be seen that this is a group of gang players.
And if one more exploration technique was thrown in, then you would know that these were all players from the Canglan City Gang.