This time, Chen Yi planned to retreat directly. He did not plan to come out until he could completely condense the Mani Orb and completely heal his injuries.

Although it is only one step away, Chen Yi himself cannot accurately estimate how much time it will take.

It is also impossible to just let everything go and let it go.

Therefore, the bounty missions issued are not intended to control anything. They are purely to provide an opportunity for experience and give some "players" who have reached a certain level the possibility of further advancement.

It also muddies the water by the way, causing trouble for some "masterminds" who may be behind the scenes, and harvesting a bunch of wish power.

The last time he killed Nifa Jieluo, Chen Yi coveted the richness of his wish. How could he let go of so many walking wishes?

The world of swordsman is based on the illusory world born from Xumi space.

Everything inside comes from the gray screen and is born by consuming the power of will.

The so-called upgrades of players can really improve their strength.

But if he wants to feed this improvement back into reality at the same time, there is a price. What he consumes is his own willingness, which is the gold yuan in the game.

At a low level, this consumption is almost negligible to him.

But now not only the player level is slowly improving, but the number has also increased significantly.

If you try to fill this hole yourself, you will be emptying it out and not being able to fill it.

Therefore, Chen Yi must completely solve this problem before it gets bigger and bigger.

The only solution is for the wool to come from the sheep.

Open some "dungeons" as upgrade thresholds.

For example, the Warring States Period in this world right now is really a perfect "copy".

It's just that it's too advanced for ordinary players and is only suitable for some "elite" players.

This is actually a good thing. Letting them come here to try it out first can also set an example and a goal for ordinary people to pursue.

This is also one of the purposes for him to create a "Zhutian Live Broadcast Room".

Want to upgrade? No problem, download the "dungeon" yourself and earn money.

People who don’t have money can’t even think about upgrading!

Moreover, Chen Yi also plans to intercept the "money" earned by players, leaving at most only 10% of the 10% for the players, and the remaining 90% for himself...

I really can’t blame him for being so dark-hearted...

These days, if you don’t have a dark heart, you won’t survive!

Just like throwing out a bait and sitting firmly on the fishing platform, Chen Yi didn't plan to take care of it anymore. He gave a few instructions to the old man Araki and set up a barrier around Tennoji Temple.

This is a witchcraft obtained from the witch Kikyo. It is a large-scale hidden barrier that can completely isolate the location of the barrier. Others cannot see the barrier and cannot get close to it.

Once it's in his hands, it will definitely be transformed.

In a sudden change, it became a Buddhist enchantment.

In addition to its original function, it also adds a lot of magic.

Only like old man Araki, who has planted a true energy seed in his body, can he enter and exit freely.

If others want to force their way in, they can only ask for their own blessings.

After doing all this, Chen Yi plunged into the Zen room, blocking his five senses from the outside world and completely cutting off everything in the outside world.

…

While Chen Yi was in retreat.

Karakura Town is only a few kilometers away from here.

In an alley.

Several people with colorfully dyed hair, who looked like delinquent teenagers at first glance, were walking down the street in a daze.

The afterglow of the setting sun fell, making it golden.

It seems to be a bit incompatible with their colorful hair...

"Huh? Who put this thing here?"

A fat purple-haired man with his hands in his pockets suddenly stopped and looked aside.

Under a telephone pole next to it, there was a glass bottle filled with water and a small pink daisy stuck in it.

"Who should have put it here to enshrine the dead? I heard that a little girl died here a while ago."

A red-haired man next to him teased: "Are you bored? Do you have to take care of this kind of thing?"

The purple-haired fat man was indeed bored. When he was told this, he ignored it. He glanced at it, raised his feet and wanted to leave.

But just this glance made him slightly startled, and he took back the steps he had just taken, and stared at the glass bottle with his small eyes wide open.

"Hey, what are you doing?" Hongmao saw this and turned around.

"Gudu...!"

The purple-haired fat man swallowed hard, pointed at the glass bottle under the telephone pole with trembling fat fingers and said: "I just... seemed to see a shadow there..."

The other delinquent teenagers heard this and looked over there.

"Shadow? What shadow?"

"It seems like...a figure?"

The purple-haired fat man was a little unsure.

"Are you stupid? Is there anyone there?"

There are walls on both sides of the alley, and the alley is not wide. Let alone people, even a bug may not have a place to hide.

After being crowded around by his companions, the purple-haired fat man also suspected that he had just seen it wrong.

He scratched his head and looked at the glass bottle. The pink daisies in the bottle were shaking slightly.

"Bang!"

Suddenly a foot stretched out and knocked over the glass bottle.

The water and the daisies in the bottle fell to the ground.

An anxious-looking Huang Mao held a cigarette in his mouth and said nonchalantly: "A broken bottle, what are you looking at?"

"Hahaha! Let's go."

Others don't care either.

People don’t know how many times they have kicked over, but they still care about a broken bottle?

A group of delinquent teenagers were laughing and joking. After taking two steps forward, they suddenly felt a shadow hanging over their heads.

"Bang!"

"ah!"

The yellow hair that had just turned over the glass bottle suddenly flew out.

"Uh, uh..."

He threw himself on the ground, raised his head and groaned twice, and suddenly a foot appeared on his head.

"Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

"Koji!"

"Okay, so scary...!"

A group of delinquent teenagers looked at the boy who suddenly appeared, wearing a high school uniform and with orange hair, and stepped on the back of their companions' heads one after another.

That movement... made them feel like urinating.

Soon, Huang Mao threw himself into the street, making people almost suspicious, and his face was trampled and buried in the ground.

"Brat!"

"How dare you beat Gao Zhi like this!"

"Too, too... so unreasonable!"

Several other delinquent teenagers yelled to stand in a sullen voice.

"asshole!"

The orange-haired man opposite them roared louder than them.

"Where are you guys looking!"

The orange-haired man yelled loudly, frightening several delinquent teenagers.

He stretched out his hand and pointed to the side, the kicked over glass bottle.

"Look there!"

"Now I ask and you answer!"
To be continued...