Chapter 12 Bargaining

The King of Beijiang Prefecture looked at him with interest and said, "Then what business are you going to do?"

Fang Ling said: "Today, Master Ding sent two ghost messengers to the Zasen Desert to get the souls of several shamans and a woman."

The King of Northern Xinjiang Prefecture looked at Master Ding Bo, and Master Ding Bo nodded and said, "There is indeed a matter. According to the records of the Life Wheel Stone, eight shamans died in the Zasen Desert, as well as a witch corpse and a girl."

Fang Ling said seriously: "That girl is my friend. She was poisoned by a wizard and still has a breath. I hope Lord Fujun can give her a high hand and prosper her life."

As soon as he said this, Master Ding was slightly stunned. Unexpectedly, the disciple of the Wangyue Sect came to prosper the life of a mortal.

The King of Beijiang Prefecture remained unchanged and said calmly: "Do you know that this life-long task is contrary to the law of nature?"

Fang Ling smiled slightly and said, "In this northern border, isn't Lord Fu Jun the law of heaven?"

The King of Beijiang Prefecture did not expect that the young man could speak so well, and he couldn't help but smile at all, and laughed: "You little Taoist brother is a little interesting, but since you are talking about business, then I think you have the bargaining chips for talking about business, right?"

Fang Ling took out the key from his arms, put it gently on the table and said, "I wonder if Lord Fujun can recognize this thing?"

The King of Northern Xinjiang Prefecture did not take action, so Ding Zhubo picked it up and distinguished it: "This thing is made of black iron ore that is rare in the mortal world. As for the purpose, I can't see it for a while."

Fang Ling thought that this person was amazing, so he interjected and said, "Mr. Ding is extremely wise. This thing is indeed made of black iron, and its purpose is a key."

"Key? Such a strange key, I don't know where to do it?" Ding Zhubo couldn't help but say something strange.

Fang Ling smiled slightly, spit out four words and said: "Lost City."

As soon as he said this, a trace of undetectable brilliance flashed in the eyes of the King of Beijiang Prefecture. Ding Zhubo's eyes lit up, unable to hide his joy and said, "What, is this the key to opening the Lost City?"

Fang Ling nodded and said to the Northern Xinjiang Fujun: "I don't know if this thing is there, do I have the bargaining chips to discuss business with Lord Fujun?"

The King of Beijiang Prefecture laughed and praised him without hesitation: "I am worthy of being a disciple of the Wangyue Sect. On this land, Zituji Khan's Lost City has been missing for thousands of years. Everyone is looking for its whereabouts. I have also heard of "The Travels of Beiyuan". In addition to the map, there is another more important thing, that is, the key! I didn't expect that I was obtained by Brother Dao."

Fang Ling said: "In addition to the keys, there are people on the earth now that they have gathered all the maps, and opening the Lost City is just around the corner."

When the King of Beijiang Prefecture saw Fang Ling sitting calmly, he said lightly: "It seems that this girl and Dao Brother do not have a deep friendship, but Dao Brother is not in a hurry at all."

"We practitioners who practice Taoism cultivate the heart, and with Lord Fujun here, it is just a matter of exercising her life. Why should I be anxious?" Fang Ling smiled slightly. He was naturally very anxious, knowing that time was tight, but he could not express any thoughts. The people in the underworld are all old traitors. If they take the initiative to ask what they want, they will be at a disadvantage, so they might as well throw bricks and make them say their own ideas. It is the best.

Although Fang Ling was willing to prosper Song Ying'er at all costs, he could not show a decisive attitude.

The King of Beijiang Prefecture smiled deeply and asked Ding Zhubo: "How many souls are there in the Lost City?"

After counting his fingers, Master Ding replied: "Sir, there are 120 souls in total, all of which are masters with a cultivation level of more than the stable stage of the mortal fusion realm. After their death, they were made into witch corpses and were locked underground for thousands of years."

The King of Beijiang Prefecture asked again: "Apart from these souls, are there anything we need?"

Fang Ling thought to himself that this guy was indeed very greedy and knew that he had 120 souls and actually wanted other things.

Ding Zhubo calculated again and said with his eyes shining: "In addition to these souls, there are two other things that we need. In the Lost City, there are two peerless divine weapons left by Tuji Khan and Xiang Wuzun, the founding emperor of the Tang Dynasty. They have soul-residing consciousness on top of the divine weapons."

Fang Ling felt aroused when he heard this. Unexpectedly, in addition to Tuji Khan's invincible golden sword, there was also Xiang Wuzun's peerless magic weapon.

After reaching the highest level of the seventh level of martial arts, the Qi of Heaven and Earth and the Qi of Acquired Heaven are completely merged and transformed into the Qi of Innateness. Mortals can be reborn and possess the magic power of great supernatural powers.

At the same time, it also has many mysterious abilities, one of which is the power of injecting soul into objects.

This ability to inject souls cannot be equivalent to the spiritual seal of the cultivator, nor is it the residual soul after being damaged. It is actually equivalent to dividing the soul into a small part and injecting it into objects, which actually damages the soul of the martial artist.

Therefore, the soul remnant consciousness also has very magical abilities, almost equivalent to the clone of a warrior, but due to its importance, only the rare divine objects in the world can be attached to the soul remnant consciousness.

So even though it is a small part of the residual consciousness, its soul power is definitely not comparable to that of ordinary people. What's more, from here alone, you can see that Tuji Khan and Xiang Wuzun have super high strength in the Tianrong Realm. If they enter the Reincarnation Tower, the spiritual energy they release may be higher than these 120 souls.

The King of Beijiang Prefecture said thornyly: "Brother, please use these two remaining consciousnesses and one hundred and twenty souls to prosper this girl!"

Although the task was heavy, Fang Ling was overjoyed to see that he could succeed in extending his life. However, he remained silent and asked lightly: "So how much life can this last for Miss Song?"

The King of Beijiang Prefecture stretched out his five fingers and said, "Five years."

"What, five years?" Fang Ling's brows sank. This is very different from what he imagined. The soul silence of the two strongest people in the mortal world plus the souls of one hundred and twenty strong people will have to be replaced by thirty or fifty years of life.

The King of Beijiang Prefecture said with a compassionate expression on his face: "For Brother Dao, you may think that extending your life is very simple, but it is related to the cycle of heaven. All things are chess pieces, and life and death are from heaven. The change of a chess piece will trigger thousands of effects, and the ending is unpredictable. Therefore, these five years of life is the limit I can allocate."

Although the other party was serious, Fang Ling was not a three-year-old child. He sneered and said, "Mr. The mansion is so young that I am easy to bully. A mere five-year life span will have to exchange for two Tianrong realms and 120 strong souls. This business is too cost-effective for you!"

Seeing Fang Ling's face sternly, the King of Beijiang Prefecture was not angry and said helplessly: "Brother Dao, if you stand in my position, you will know that things are difficult to handle, and it is not as simple as you imagine."

Master Ding smiled deeply and said, "Brother Dao, the rules in the underworld are very strict, and it is also risky to prolong others' lives. If it is found out by the above, it is indeed a troublesome thing. What's more, as long as the girl has life, as Brother Dao, it is not impossible to prolong her life again.

Fang Ling now understood. The two of them wanted to use Song Ying'er's life to continue trading with him. Once in five years, twice in ten years, it was really a good plan.

The people in the underworld are indeed greedy and mature. Although they do not show their voices, they are afraid that what they think in their hearts will be guessed by the other party, so they are afraid that they will find it difficult to give in to their life.

But how could he be willing to be controlled by the two of them? Just extending his life for Song Ying'er for five years, wouldn't this mean that he had not renewed it? Unless... he suddenly moved his heart and immediately had an idea.

But Song Ying'er's matter was solved, but he must not give up the King of Beijiang Prefecture for nothing. He thought about it and said, "Since that's the case, I will add another condition."

"What conditions?" asked the King of Beijiang Prefecture.

Fang Ling said in a deep voice: "I heard that every underworld has a life wheel stone, which records the life and death disasters of all things in the jurisdiction. The emperor also used this to calculate when and where people would die, and thus sent ghost messengers to search for souls."

"Yes, this is indeed true." The King of Beijiang Prefecture nodded.

Fang Ling said, "I want to know a person's life!"

The King of Beijiang Prefecture immediately raised his face, waved his hand straightforwardly, and said firmly: "I can't let you see the Life Wheel Stone. Even if you let you see it, it may not be of any benefit to you. This thing is the place where the extreme yin is. If a mortal takes a look, he will definitely die. Even the disciples of the Immortal Sect will be invaded by the Death Aura!"

Fang Ling pretended to be angry and flicked his sleeves and said goodbye: "Since this is the case, then we have no need to negotiate this business. I am in vain. I am sincere, but you are so stingy!"

Fang Ling knew very well that they had definitely made a big profit in this business, and no one except himself could help them enter the Lost City to collect souls, not to mention that they had to use themselves again.

Seeing Fang Ling getting up and leaving, the King of Beijiang Prefecture immediately gave a wink at Master Ding. Master Ding smiled and said, "Brother, don't be anxious, everything is easy to discuss."

"What's there to discuss? I promised to collect your souls for you, but you didn't even agree to this small condition." Fang Ling said angrily.

Ding Zhubo whispered: "Mr. Fujun is responsible for his important tasks and cannot tolerate negligence. He has difficulties, but there is a place to be compatible with everything." He said to the Northern Xinjiang Fujun, "Mr., although there is no way to let Brother Dao go to see the Fate Wheel Stone, he can reveal some information to him."

The King of Beijiang Prefecture said as if he had sold a big favor to Fang Ling, "Okay, I don't know who you want to see if you are going to live?"

Fang Ling said word by word: "The life of Tulank, the old patriarch of the Tulan tribe."
Chapter completed!