Everyone understands the truth that scarcity is expensive.

"Is there really no more?" asked a Jindan monk with a dark face.

With a raging fire of revenge burning in his heart, he vowed to find Bu Yaoqian, and then let him taste the taste of the black magic bullet, and then torture and kill him fiercely in order to repay the hatred in his heart.

"There are really only three, so it's better for you to bid, and the one with the highest price will win. Chen Mo waved his hand and said with a look of regret.

"I'll give you 1,200 lower grade spirit stones. ”

"One thousand three!"

"One thousand four!"

"One thousand and five!"

The five Jindan monks who had tasted the taste of the black magic bullet bid one after another.

The other Jindan monks looked at the five of them curiously, muttering in their hearts.

These five guys don't know what they were stimulated by, and they looked like they had killed their parents and robbed their wives.

"Is that the Black Magic Bullet really that good?"

When everyone thought about it, the price had climbed to 1,800 lower-grade spirit stones.

However, when the price came to this, the other four Jindan monks were a little hesitant.

Is it really worth it for a one-time magic weapon that is not too lethal and purely disgusting?

"Two thousand!"

The middle-aged monk of the five roared and quoted the highest price.

"Everyone, don't fight with me, I am bound to get these three black magic bullets!"

The four shook their heads, their sanity clouded by hatred recovering slightly.

"Deal!"

Chen Mo nodded hurriedly.

Although the price of two thousand lower-grade spirit stones and one black magic bullet was not yet the height expected by the thousand-handed ghost mother, Chen Mo was already very satisfied.

The raw materials of the black magic bullet don't cost a penny at all, this is simply a priceless transaction, and the price of selling for two thousand is already very considerable.

Immediately, handing over the money with one hand and delivering the goods with the other, Chen Mo's mind flashed, counted six thousand spirit stones, put them into the storage bag with satisfaction, and then quietly transferred to the Sumeru ring while everyone was not paying attention.

When he crossed the tribulation and ascended to the Demon Realm before, he was killed once by a huge minotaur, and even the storage bag was broken, and the contents were all smashed into slag, and there was nothing left, which made Chen Mo feel distressed for a long time.

Eat a trench and grow wise, of course Chen Mo will no longer put important items in the storage bag, the Sumeru ring is equivalent to a safe to carry with him, unless Chen Mo completely hangs up, no one can take the things inside.

After selling the three black magic bullets, Chen Mo did not continue to dump the goods, but watched others trade.

Some of the things that the Jindan monk took out made Chen Mo very excited, but he was reluctant to buy spirit stones, after all, those things were not necessities, but he spent three hundred spirit stones to buy a second-grade exercise, called [Lazy Technique].

This exercise is not lethal, it just makes people lazy.

Chen Mo also thought it was fun to buy this spell, after all, the price was cheap, and he felt that maybe it could come in handy at a critical moment.

Like what......

[Your mother told you to go home for dinner] This mental attack seems to be a good match for [Lazy Technique].

An hour later, the Jindan monks who were supposed to come had already arrived, and there were seventeen people in all.

Among the Jindan monks who entered this secret realm, only Bu Yaoqian and the other two Jindan monks did not appear.

"Fellow Daoists, what I just said, everyone should already be clear, there are so many of us, we should already be able to fight with the 10,000-year-old zombie king, so we won't waste time anymore, it's better to set off now. Wen Xiu proposed.

Of course, the other Jindan monks have no opinions, anyway, depending on the situation when the time comes, if they can fight, they will fight, and if they can't, they will run, and there will be no big loss.

Wen Xiu drew a map, the place where the 10,000-year-old zombie king was located, and there was still a long way to go from this stone tablet.

However, everyone is a Jindan monk, and after running the body method, the speed is not slow.

Halfway through the journey, Wen Xiu proposed that everyone walk to the next journey, and it also takes spiritual power to use the body method, if the spiritual power is too much to spend on the road, what if the zombie king is very strong and can't beat it?

So, the seventeen Jindan monks chatted as they walked.

Chen Mo had nothing to say throughout the whole process, not because he didn't want to say it, but because he didn't have a topic to talk to.

The time for cultivating the truth is too short, and people talk about anecdotes about the past cultivation process, or exchanging cultivation methods with each other.

Chen Mo's cultivation path has long been crooked, and he can't tell others that there are seven dantians and five golden pills.

If it gets out, it will be pulled by the monk's hospital to be sliced and studied.

Even on foot, Brother Jindan was not satisfied with his speed.

After walking for more than half an hour, the group came to the edge of a river.

The river is strange, the water is like ink, it is pitch black, and it looks strange.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this river is called the Black Water River, and the black water in it is all transformed by the poison of corpses and zombies, and it took 10,000 years to form, and the monks are contaminated, and there are endless troubles, and above the river, there is a forbidden air formation, and it is not allowed to fly. Wen Xiu said.

"It's amazing, but it's okay, I have a bridge. ”

A monk triumphantly patted the storage bag, took out a quaint wooden bridge, and the spiritual power worked, and a magic battle was struck, and the wooden bridge immediately stretched out and spread to the opposite side of the Heishui River.

"It's admirable that Daoyou even has this kind of magic weapon on his body. The rest of the monks were stunned.

The so-called bridge is just a domineering name, a magic weapon made of a special wood, which has no effect at all on weekdays, and can only be used to pretend to be forced.

"Be prepared, haha, no matter how wasteful things are, they also have their own unique uses, so don't you use them. ”

In the smug smugness of the Jindan monk, everyone gave a thumbs up, and then crossed the Heishui River along the bridge without any danger.

"The corpse qi is very heavy, everyone, from here, we must always stretch out the spiritual power shield to prevent the zombie poison contained in the corpse qi from attacking.

Suddenly, colorful shields appeared around everyone.

Chen Mo has the common sense of cultivation forcibly instilled by the ghost, and he is not a complete white, after the spiritual power is urged, according to his will, it condenses into a white light mask, enveloping him, Zhuzhu and the teddy at his feet.

In the inner valley, Tian Junxing suddenly opened his eyes.

The aura on his body was already stronger than more than two hours ago, I don't know how many times.

Because in his dantian, a black-gray corpse pill has been condensed, and next to the corpse pill, there is also a bright bead, slowly rotating around the corpse pill.

This thing is actually the 'Corpse King Poison Bead' in Wen Xiu's mouth, which took thousands of years to condense in the body of the Zombie King, and it is the essence of the Zombie King's cultivation.

The Zombie King left a lot of cultivation resources, but if it weren't for the Corpse King's Poison Bead, Tian Junxing would not have been able to enter the Golden Pill Stage in just two hours.

Originally, Tian Junxing was still very apprehensive when the corpse pill was condensed, after all, he was an alien, and his cultivation path was even more difficult than that of the demon hunter, and the Jindan Thunder Tribulation would be very terrifying.

But he succeeded in condensing the corpse pill, and he didn't see the golden pill thunder tribulation coming.

I don't know if it's because this secret realm is not under the jurisdiction of the Heavenly Dao, or because it shields the Heavenly Machine, so the Heavenly Dao can't detect it.

No matter what, Tian Junxing's excitement was beyond words.

He wondered if Jitai was coming.

What if you become a zombie? With the Nine Grades Body Refining Technique and the Inheritance Poison Bead of the Old Zombie King, the future is absolutely limitless.

Such an achievement is something that the former loose cultivator Tian Junxing would never dare to imagine.

The excitement in his heart was difficult to express, Tian Junxing was about to look up to the sky and howl to express his joy, but his heart suddenly jumped.

The Corpse King's poison bead trembled, and he immediately sensed that a group of monks had entered the inner valley.

", it's all Jindan monks!Hmm? The boss is also in there, what are these people doing?"

After Tian Junxing was stunned, his face panicked: "Are you here to kill me?"

After a while, Tian Junxing looked loveless.

From the conversations of these Jindan monks, Tian Junxing already knew their purpose.

Tian Junxing was so sad that he almost cried: "for a long time, am I the final boss in this dungeon?"