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A curved porch door is like a moon, and the lines are smooth like water. A round porch door is like the sun, and the shape is clumsy like a mountain. The double doors stand opposite each other, like the sun and the moon in the sky, and the air is majestic, showing the unique craftsmanship beauty of the Sand Cave Clan.

Every time Gordon passed by the Sun and Moon Corridor Gate and went to the Huàn shop in the forbidden area, he would subconsciously raise his eyelids and look at the two stone carvings of sand cave people on the lintel.

The stone carving on the Sun Gate is a stout samurai with angry eyebrows and muscular muscles. The left fist is across the chest, the right fist is raised above the head, and the legs are galloping, as if they are about to jump into the sky and punch down.

"Boom!" The explosion was deafening, and Gordon felt that the warrior's fist turned into a brilliant thunderbolt, fierce and fierce, and shot straight down from the boundless sky. Even if Gordon's heart is like a rock, he can't help but shake his mind for a while.

Gordon looked away and turned to the Moon Gate, and the illusion of thunder vanished. In the stone carvings of the warriors, most of them hide the secret martial arts of the Sand Cave Clan, but they are strong and powerful, which is completely unsuitable for his path.

Gordon was interested in another stone carving.

It was a monk of the Cavemen, thin, shriveled, and almost naked, with only a cloth around his waist. He sat cross-legged, desolate and silent, his eyes slightly closed, as if he had been covered by the dust of endless time.

His gaze touched the monk, and in an instant, all the smells, sounds, and sights disappeared in Gordon's five senses. The whole person also became empty, except for the breath microtechnique that wrapped him, like a drop of water, falling towards the infinite depths, falling.

With a "click", water droplets splash down, creating a circle of ripples, and sound, color, light, and scenery reproduce the five senses.

A big river with no end in sight, and no source can be seen, rushing by, Gordon is like being in the rapids, looking at the undulating waves in the distance, the moon gate, the monk looming.

It's a long river of time! Even though it wasn't his first experience, Gordon was still dizzy and deeply shocked.

The breath microtechnique fluctuated and fluctuated, causing a circle of ripples, constantly extending outward, and finally, it touched the moon gate and the monk on the other side of the river of time.

There was a bang, and it was like a crashing wave. The two sides met in an instant, blending with each other. He was breathing, the moon gate was breathing, the silent monk was breathing...... Over time, here and there, the dead and the living are connected in a mystical way that is more and more understood.

"Boom!" All the scenes faded, and Gordon was still standing in front of the moon gate, his left foot had just landed, but it was only half a second.

He was like a world away.

These days, Gordon has been mimicking the posture of a monk in his practice: his left palm is held together in front of his chest, his right hand is hidden behind his back, and his five fingers are stretched out. The spirit of the whole person will be restrained and hidden with this action, as if diving into a bottomless abyss.

This pose was named "Tibetan Abyss Pose" by Gordon.

The people of the Blood Hell Society had never noticed the anomaly of the statue, and Gordon's transformed mental power was particularly sensitive to such mysterious foreign objects. In order not to attract the attention of the Blood Prison Society, he did not linger long, walked through the porch, and went straight into the Duhuàn district of the bloody point.

The caves on both sides come into view, the doors are open, and the shelves are lined up: some are placed with all kinds of fierce beast essence blood, some are displayed with tubes of colorful alchemy potions, and some are hung with weapons and equipment and strange gadgets......

In addition to these shops, there are also entertainment sand caves such as bars, gambling houses, restaurants and brothels. From time to time, Gordon saw the members of the Blood Prison Society, going from one by one, either seeking pleasure or drinking alone. All consumption, all through guò bloody point transactions.

Gordon approached the last huàn shop on the left, and saw the owner leaning out of the counter, stretching his neck, and beckoning to him.

"Five bottles of cordyceps juice, five bottles of lightning lynx's essence blood, and a jar of red mushroom ointment." Gordon walked over and handed the Bloody Card to the other party.

The shopkeeper was a fat old man with a ruddy complexion, rosacea, a goatee, and so energetic that he seemed to be unable to rest for a moment. He inserted the blood card into the obsidian card slot engraved with alchemy patterns, swiped it, and muttered as he handed it back to Gordon: "Ghoul, you kid only redeem such a little thing as huàn every time, it's too picky." ”

Gordon smiled slightly: "Mr. Maimaiti, you are the one who picks the door, right, and even the old customers will not be discounted." ”

"Beat you up, do you want me to pay for my coffin? You kid, when did you exchange two bloody dots? Maimaiti glared and quickly packed the bottles and cans.

Cordyceps juice and lynx essence blood can activate the source particles, and the red mushroom ointment can be applied all over the body to enhance the toughness of the tendons. But these three things are all big road goods, and they are only worth two bloody points together.

The real good treasures in the huàn shop, such as the essence source stone, cloud fruit, and sand ginseng blood that directly enhance the source power, cannot be consumed by Gordon. What's more, in order to observe the statue of the monk on the moon gate, he deliberately bought some cheap medicine so that he could come more often.

In addition, the cultivation of the technique school pays attention to the essence and purity of the source power. The drug should only be applied externally, and taking too much internally will lead to excessive increase in the source force, mixed with impurities, and it is difficult for the body to accurately control.

"I'm counting on enough blood to buy the Rainbow Tears from you." Gordon took the burden and set his sights on the top of the shelves. A jewel-like teardrop is contained in a crystal box, brilliant in color and glowing with a charming light.

It was the tears of the rainbow monsters of the monsters. Only when they feel happy, the rainbow monster will cry, and only once in their lives. Therefore, the teardrops of the rainbow monster are extremely valuable, and they are listed as bronze-level treasures, which have the miraculous effect of moisturizing the magic tree.

"This is the treasure of my town, worth 10,000 bloody points, don't dream of it, you kid." Maimaiti stroked his beard, his eyes shining, "I still want to leave it to my son so that he can ascend the Demon Tree." ”

"Has your son been writing lately?" Gordon asked quietly. The old man is Gordon's carefully chosen target, old, nagging and lonely, and will always inadvertently reveal something.

The two sides have traded several times, and they are familiar with each other. Gordon got a lot of information out of the other party's mouth: Maimaiti's son was working for the Blood Prison Society, and he was a hostage in disguise, trading blood here for a living. There are many similar examples in this area.

"Nonsense, of course the letter came! I'll recite it to you. 'Dad, I'm not bad now, but the blue-steel stabbing sword is so bad that it collapsed. I bought healing potions for the bloody spots you drew last time, can you give me ...... again'. ”

"It's the same one from last time."

"You kid, he's very busy, it's not easy to find time to write letters!"

At this moment, Gordon saw a group of members of the Blood Prison Society dressed as assassins walking from the other end of the district, their faces covered with sand and dust, their eyes still murderous, and their shoulders were all against bulging animal skin bags.