The sun was blazing, burning above the blue sky.

Wu Xi walked out of the inn, and walked in the direction that the innkeeper said, walking on the wide street where the crowds were surging and the noise was prominent, and it was extremely prosperous and lively.

On both sides of the street, there are high-hanging attics and a forest of shops, which are lined up one after another, and they are scattered, and you can't see the edge as far as the eye can see.

......

Dozens of minutes later, Wu Xi's footsteps stopped in front of a shop called: Wantu Shop.

Incomparably detailed maps of animal skins are hung in front of the shop.

The eyes of passers-by can't help but fall on it, but they don't have the desire to buy it.

After all, for most people, they may not have the opportunity to leave the huge Northern Ghost City in this life, and the map of the outside world is simply useless for them.

As a result, there are very few people entering and leaving the shops of Wantu stores, and it can be said that there are very few people.

Business is looking bleak.

Wu Xi didn't stay long, and walked straight into the Wantu shop as if he were strolling in a leisurely garden.

As soon as you step into the shop, you will be greeted by an incomparably detailed map depicted by various patterns covering the entire shop.

Perhaps because of the bad business, there was only one old man in Wantu's shop, dressed in black cloth and with gray hair, lazily lying on a rattan chair in the counter of the shop.

There is no mood to entertain the guests at all.

"Look slowly, the price code is written on the back of the map, and I like to take it myself. After that, just put the money at the counter. ”

The old man closed his eyes, and the hoarse and old voice sounded in Wu Xi's ears.

"Hmm!" Hearing this, Wu Xi glanced at it and nodded politely.

Then, his eyes fell on the maps in the shops.

The maps hanging in the shops range from rough maps of the Heavenly Damnation Continent to detailed maps of the shops on every street in the Northern Ghost City.

Wu Xi pursed his thin lips and strolled through the shops expressionlessly, his gaze from map to map.

In the middle of the sound, a smile overflowed from the corner of Wu Xi's mouth, and he reached out from the shelf of the shop and took down a detailed map of a mountain range that stretched for thousands of miles.

At the top of this map is written: Meteorite Mountain Range.

At the same time, a line of small characters was written in red pen and ink under the Meteorite Mountain Range.

"Ten pieces and a product of desolate spirits. ”

Seeing this, there was not the slightest fluctuation on his face, and his hands rolled up the map.

After rolling it up, he took it in his hand and strode to the counter, the old man lying on the rattan chair in the counter seemed to hear Wu Xi's footsteps towards him, and opened his eyes slightly.

Immediately, a slit narrowed out of the corner of his eye, and his cloudy gaze fell on Wu Xi.

"Put the Aragami on the table and go. The old hoarse voice rang out.

"Yes, old sir. Hearing this, Wu Xi smiled slightly, and had no intention of making a counteroffer.

Immediately, he took out ten thumb-sized brown desolate spirits that exuded spiritual power fluctuations from the storage bag in his arms and placed them on the counter.

The desolate spirit is a kind of crystal that contains the essence and spiritual power of the desolate beast extracted by the monk and condensed it, a crystal containing the essence and spiritual power of the desolate beast.

Monks can absorb and refine the spiritual power and essence in it to assist in cultivation and break through the bottleneck of the realm.

It is also a common transaction currency among the monks of the entire Terran race.

The wild essence is divided into one to nine grades, with one product being the lowest and nine being the highest.

After putting the wild spirit on the counter, Wu Xi gave a salute to the old man, then turned around and left the Wantu shop with the map.

"Little one, try not to stay in the Meteorite Mountains at night. ”

As soon as Wu Xi's right foot stepped out of the threshold, the old man's old voice sounded in the former's ears again.

"Thank you, boy. ”

Hearing this, Wu Xi said.

In a moment, the emaciated figure disappeared from the old man's field of vision.

"It's been a long time since I've met such a polite and interesting little guy. ”

"It's so old. ”

The old man lying on the rattan chair closed his eyes and muttered to himself in a low voice.

After a moment, there was silence, waiting for the next guest to arrive.

I didn't care at all to look at the ten pieces of desolate essence that Wu Xi used to pay the bills on the counter.

At this time, Wu Xi, who was holding the map, walked briskly towards the east gate of the North Youcheng.

......

An hour later, Wu Xi walked out of the crowded and lively city gate.

Wu Xi was at the post station outside the city gate, and after renting a black-horned horse with half of the blood of the demon beast, he opened the map in his hand.

In a moment, after seeing the direction, he rode the black-horned horse towards the Meteorite Mountain Range thousands of miles away, galloping away, setting off bursts of dust and smoke.

The Blackhorned Horse is a breed of horse that was crossed between an ordinary wild horse and a second-order demon beast called the Black Horn.

Because of his demon blood, the Black Horned Lin Marco travels 5,000 miles a day and 3,000 miles at night, and has a docile temperament.

It is the best choice for monks to travel to the continent before reaching the Spirit Sea Realm and being able to travel in the sky.

......

At this time, night is approaching, and the originally blue sky is rendered red by the golden crow that has fallen in the western sky.

......

Meteor Town

It is named because of its proximity to the Meteorite Mountains.

And most of the people in Meteorite Town are casual cultivators who hunt desolate beasts and demon beasts to earn cultivation resources.

The reason why casual cultivation is called casual cultivation is that most of them are people who don't like to be restrained and like to live freely, and of course, some of them have become casual cultivators because their cultivation qualifications are not recognized by various forces.

It is precisely because of this that in the entire human race and even in the entire Martial Domain, there is an inextricable contradiction between Sanxiu and various forces.

After all, whether it is the human race or the entire martial domain, most of the cultivation resources, the Cave Heaven Blessed Land, high-level exercises, spiritual treasures, mines, spiritual veins...... are all in the hands of the major forces.

As a result, all casual cultivators could only rely on their own cultivation resources to cultivate.

As a result, there are sometimes big fights between casual cultivators over cultivation resources.

And for the sake of cultivation resources, some casual cultivators with extreme temperaments often take risks to hunt down the disciples of the major forces.

Use this to obtain cultivation resources.

And the various forces will never tolerate such a situation.

Therefore, various sect tasks of hunting and killing scattered cultivators are often promulgated, and the rewards are also quite exciting for the disciples of the sect.

Although he doesn't like to be restrained, he is definitely not a lonely person, but he has a wide range of friends.

When encountering unsolvable opportunities, difficulties, dangers, and recruiting friends, it is a common occurrence to deal with them together.

As a result, the conflict between the two has become more and more intense.

It's just a dead knot.

If it weren't for the fact that Wudian founded the Wudian Guild and issued various tasks.

By giving up some of the cultivation resources to the casual cultivators, I am afraid that the contradiction between the two will completely intensify and break out into a civil war.

After all, whether it is the major forces of the Terran Race, or the Scattered Cultivation are the strongest combat power of the Terran Race, if something happens to the two, it will not be a good thing for the Martial Palace, the largest force of the Terran Race.

When night falls, the Meteorite Mountain Range, which spreads for thousands of miles, rises twelve giant peaks that rise from the sky and reach into the sky.

The starry sky is full of stars, like the falling starry rain of the Nine Heavens Galaxy pouring into the Meteorite Mountain Range, and in a moment, the starlight silk thread fused by hundreds of millions of star points, and the intertwined sky-covering net covers the entire Meteorite Mountain Range.

"Roar !!!!"

"Roar !!!!"

"Roaring !!!!!"

......

A terrifying beast roar erupted from the mountains.

It's intimidating.