"There is no intelligence..."

Duan Zhen watched the night market vendor swallow the food in the dishes by himself, and a hint of inquiry rose in his eyes.

Through the manipulation technique of the Soul Codex, he clearly sensed that the merchant in front of him was not intelligent.

It's like a puppet with rules set up, and the power of the laws around it is actually formed through dishes and barrels.

Duan Zhen watched carefully as the other party ate the food, and his body also fluctuated extremely violently.

Immediately after, the merchant's body turned into a pool of pus and blood.

"Bang!"

The surrounding law realm broke open in an instant, and Duan Zhen's body appeared directly in the night sky.

In the distance, another long dragon of blood and qi was constantly soaring in the sky.

"The blood dragon sedan chair is fine."

Duan Zhen settled down, his heart moved, and he maintained his body in mid-air.

He could feel that not long after the merchant had turned into pus and blood, a strange feeling rose in the control technique.

The night market merchant is reborn!

"So fast?"

Duan Zhen sensed that mysterious perspective, and kept shrinking his breath and escaping into the ground.

He searched for a forest next to the official road, and gradually disappeared into obscurity.

Then, he sensed the existence of the night market vendor based on the messages on the soul codex.

The fact that this method flowing out of the eternal abyss could have such a great effect when it was initially cast also made Duan Zhen feel extremely amazing.

Gradually, his perspective changed again, and it seemed to be a suburban mountain forest.

The merchant walked in a daze, walking on the path that led to the bad water of Black Mountain, carrying a cyan flat pole on his shoulder.

Two wooden barrels, somewhat blackened by years of wear and tear, were shaking, and the dishes containing the food were making a small crunching sound.

The merchant's face was a little blue, and his shabby gray and black robe was a little cracked.

Through the perception of the Soul Codex, Duan Zhen found that he could still observe the merchant's whole body state and personal perspective.

But that kind of manipulation is much weaker after the opponent is resurrected once.

There was almost only one interference.

"Where are you going?"

While observing the walking of the night market merchants, Duan Zhen also hid his aura to the lowest.

It was still a time of night and weirdness, and he needed to cover himself up so as not to cause trouble.

Although the current cultivation is already close to the Dharma Phase, the weirdness at night is far from being rampant in a single Dharma Phase.

He used his spiritual power to form an illusory barrier, and with the help of the evil intent of the Great Evil King, he distorted all the aura around him.

In another perspective, the night market merchant has already walked a long way with two buckets.

If you look closely, he wasn't fast, but he walked so firmly.

The destination is also very clear, which is the end of the mountain forest.

It was like a cave, surrounded by weeds, and two stone statues could be faintly seen at the entrance.

Sparks fluttered around, occasionally making a faint sound of sparks burning.

The merchant apparently didn't care about this sight, and walked straight into the cave.

After a hundred steps, it suddenly became clear.

It was a straight bluestone ancient road.

If you look closely, there are shadows like pitch-black ink on both sides.

Duan Zhen was able to judge the state of these shadows just by the merchant's perception.

Weird!

These are all weird!

"It's... Could it be a weird gathering place? ”

Duan Zhen felt a little creepy at the moment.

The dark shadows seemed to be sleeping, but the faint aura was no less than that of the night market vendors.

What a horrible spectacle would it be if these were special kinds of weirdness?

You must know that Duan Zhen's knife blockade envelops the night market merchants, which seems to be easy.

But this is already the complete burning of most of the martial arts thoughts that exist in the sword body of the Great Evil King.

Rao is like this, and the other party's law-like power is still stalemate with him for a long time.

If he did it again, Duan Zhen would not be able to make such a knife again.

"Weird and messy..."

Duan Zhen looked at the merchant with an ugly look and continued to walk, gradually coming to the end.

It was a high platform, and the rock hung in the air as if it were floating, and a humanoid creature could be faintly seen sitting on it.

"Is it broken again?"

A clear, calm voice emanated from the high platform, and there was a kind of complaint and doubt in his tone.

And Duan Zhen, just hearing this voice, felt that the perception entrenched in the merchant's body instantly began to distort.

It's about to fall apart.

He had to hide his power completely, leaving only his hearing and sight.

The merchant slowly squatted down, revealing the barrel, which contained about sixteen dishes, which should have been eighteen before.

"Let's get another one."

The man on the high platform continued to mutter, and then, with a wave of one hand, two ordinary dishes flowed out and sent them into the merchant's barrel.

Immediately afterwards, the merchant carried his burden and slowly stood on the right side.

His body, like all the dark shadows around him, gradually faded into silence.

It didn't take long for a dark shadow across from him to begin to become clear.

It was a thin young man with a somewhat pale face, who carried an unknown thing on his shoulder, and gradually walked out the door.

And as the merchant's thoughts fell silent, Duan Zhen's gaze completely stayed in this cave that was gradually darkening.

The people on the high platform also stopped making any noise.

…..

"It's another special kind of weirdness..."

In the forest outside Longchuan City, Duan Zhen looked uncertainly at the strangeness that whistled by from time to time around him, and thought carefully in his heart.

He thought that the night market merchant was a unique existence, but he didn't expect to see so many in that cave.

In terms of numbers, there are more than 100.

And the voice on the high platform, which could not distinguish between men and women, made it impossible to guess its power at all.

There are these tricky weirdness in the Qingyuan Realm, which is simply unreassuring.

The thin young man who walked out of the cave just now obviously wanted to take on a new strange move in place of the night market vendor for a period of time in the future.

I don't know what the other party's rules are?

Under the limited viewing angle, Duan Zhen could only see that the other party was also carrying a ball of things on his shoulder.

Vaguely, it seems like a piece of meat?

"At the moment, it is imperative to restore the Great Array of Longchuan City's Suppression Array... Uncle Su, they also have to try to save them. ”

Duan Zhen settled down, and Qing Yuanwei also went to a group of people before, but he didn't know what the specific details were.

He calmed down, adjusted his face slightly, and changed it into a different shape.

Then he crossed the mountain road and walked to the outside of Longchuan City.

The gate watered by the dark iron was half-hidden at this time, as if waiting for the returnees to return home.

Duan Zhen held the Great Evil King and waved a subtle sword light, wanting to probe the details inside the door.

But as soon as the sword light drifted in, it rose up with a kind of fragmentation and bone-chilling coldness, and even rushed back to the blade along the way it came.

Duan Zhen's face was ugly, and he disconnected this wisp of sword light, looking at the palms of his hands that were slightly numb, and a sense of uneasiness rose in his heart.

Those Qingyuanwei, are they weird opponents in the city?

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