These players are more cunning than cunning

Chapter 932: Ning Zheng's deep reflection, Jiusui's work

at this time.

Ning Zheng did not go back to get the remaining 2000 million high-quality fairy stones from the villa for cultivation. After all, they had to be kept as working capital for the villa and not be used up.

Furthermore, he has now used up all 1000 million high-quality immortal stones, and is almost reaching the limit of the number of Dharma images he can control.

Back then, the Shadow Devouring Dragon Emperor's limit was to control more than 8,000 Dharma images.
But Ning Zheng’s current strength only allows him to control more than a hundred.

But the quality of the two is not the same, so they cannot be compared so simply.

Each of his forms can be played out in a variety of ways.

The ever-changing mask, the Taoist system of the Golden God, the shadow crocodile and the human-god flower's spirit and flesh and blood are extremely poisonous.

Very domineering.

Dharmadhatu has half his strength.

To put it bluntly, if we don’t have equipment, we’re all fighting in vain.

Those so-called geniuses in the outside world who have the status of immortals, monsters who have gone through nine tribulations and are just one step away from perfection, may not be a match for Ning Zheng, who has a Dharma image.

Because after going through the tenth tribulation, you will be ten times stronger than after going through nine tribulations!
To put it in perspective, Ning Zheng's Dharma image has 50% of the combat power of her original body, which makes it five times stronger than those guys. It's that exaggerated.

Of course, people will definitely be fully equipped with six pieces of equipment when they go out.

And it is impossible for Ning Zheng to equip each of his Dharma images with various top-notch immortal weapons. If a fight really breaks out, the Dharma images without equipment will definitely lose.

at this time.

Ning Zheng battled in her head, discussing the issues on paper and measuring her own level.

But he didn't dare to really take action. It would be too stupid to really find an opponent to measure his strength with.

"Forget it. Why think so much? I, Ning Zheng, have never been good at fighting. I am a businessman who runs a villa. I have never experienced many serious battles."

He sighed and kept reflecting on himself.
"Yesterday I broke through ten realms in a row and became a hundred times stronger. Today I stacked a hundred Dharma images and became a hundred times stronger. My strength is increasing exponentially every day. It's a bit damaging to my Dao heart."

He secretly calmed himself down, "I can't break through to become a celestial being and become a hundred times stronger tomorrow. I'd better leave it for next week."

I can't be a blacksmith myself, I will die in a wave.

I, Ning Zheng, examine myself three times a day so as not to become a blacksmith who jumps into a forge to die!
His eyes fell on his Dharmadhatu army.
"Most of these people will continue to be sent to the mining area or work in the factory. A small number will be sent to some surrounding worlds to serve as a springboard for me to switch bodies!"

The cunning rabbit has three burrows.

The same is true for Ning Zheng.

He even thought of dropping one in each of the thirteen realms of the fairyland to facilitate movement.

He spent several hours arranging his Dharma image, and entered the mining area in batches through several entrances to the fairyland before leaving quietly.

He planned to relax and calm down.

In front of the gate to the fairyland.

Several guards couldn't help but sigh: "Are there more immortals entering the immortal world recently?"

"Yes, there are many. Just in our mountain gate alone, hundreds of immortals have entered this month."

"I heard that other sects are also like this, and they have ascended to the highest level one after another within a month."

"I heard that the mining area has now added thousands of miners at once, and each of them is diligent and frugal in mining, does not drink or gamble, and is very fierce."

"Hiss! They say that an unprecedented era is coming, but this era will start from the mining area in the fairy world? Has the competition become so exaggerated?"

"That's not the case. The number of miners in this fairy world is the largest in history, and they are mining like crazy."

"Forget it. I can't drink with you guys tonight. I'm going to go practice for a while, so I won't be squeezed out as a doorman."

"Then I should also practice. I recently got a few golden pills. I have a stomachache, but they are cheap. Now I have collected more than 20 numbers. Maybe tomorrow's Dragon Ball number will be mine." "Then I also look at the seven-digit numbers of the daily lottery every day to see if the golden pill numbers in my hand match. If not, we can collect the numbers and redeem the prize together."

"If you ask me, you are a bunch of cowards. You might as well take the golden elixir to the third floor lobby and have some fun. I was lucky a while ago and made a lot of money."

As they were talking, it was time for several people to take their shifts.

Jiusui, who was taking over as the doorman, frowned slightly, "This golden elixir is very cost-effective, but I don't need it."

However, how come Xirong really has a territory in the fairy world?
He was a little curious, but it was none of his business.

He doesn't care about the conspiracies and intrigues of the outside world and has long been indifferent to fame and fortune.

What happens in the outside world has nothing to do with him.

He handed over his duties to a few heavenly soldiers, and then began to guard the gate.

This was a position he was assigned as a gatekeeper after he married into his father-in-law's family.

It can be said that he is quite friendly.

After all, his qualifications were still highly valued by the family. His aptitude for cultivation was not strong, but his ability in farming amazed and shocked the elders of the family.

In the past, the Jiuzhou, magnolia, rose and a series of acquired spiritual roots were all grown by him, the spiritual farmer.

People only see him as the most powerful emperor in the world, but they don't know how terrifying it is that he single-handedly opened up the era of spiritual root cultivation of acquired spiritual roots.

He is the first Shennong in history.

Planting, nurturing, watching the rice flowers bloom, and feeling the greenery and beauty of life, only then can Jiu Sui be happy and have a happy family.
This is his favorite way to grow and practice.

As a non-combat professional monk, he farms and maintains his health, some combat monks come to him for help, make friends widely, and be respected by the world.

The fighting among the various forces will not affect him as a neutral person. He can just sit back and watch, quietly growing his beloved rice flowers.

Moreover, he recently added a side job, painting.

Although I have inquired carefully, I found that in the painting business, selling paintings of little emperors is the most profitable, and the author is anonymous and no one knows his identity.

But Jiusui didn't want to draw these.

He sells pictures of enlightenment.

The realm of celestial immortals is to cultivate the spiritual roots in the body, comprehend the rules, and evolve the five elements, yin and yang and other great principles in the body.

He painted some scrolls to help people deepen their understanding of the truth.

Everyone thought that he was a high-level celestial being, or even a true immortal could have such a high level of understanding of the laws. He immediately had a good reputation in the circle.

Even if someone was arrested, it would only be the painter who temporarily taught him how to paint.

After all, I learned my painting skills from him.

That man loves to stir up trouble everywhere, so adding another mess to his account is nothing.

“These years are just as I wish.”

After Jiusui took over the shift, he looked at the beautiful scenery of the fairyland and sat calmly at the gate of Chongluan Domain, acting as a little heavenly soldier guarding the gate, writing and painting with a painting in his hand.

His enlightenment paintings have been selling well recently, and he has even become a little famous in the circle. Even many immortals have asked him to paint for them.

The little life was really enjoyable.

However, a mysterious guest seems to have appeared recently, inviting some painters to create some fantasy images and offering generous rewards.

They also claim that their works can go down in history and become famous in the immortal world.

"Forget it, I'll go and take a look after my shift change." He sighed softly. This was the wonderful life he hoped for.

(End of this chapter)