After Zhao Shenbi quietly broke through the protective array outside the Pearl Island, he did not swagger through the air, but like other monks, he suddenly retracted and walked slowly and hurriedly on the ground.

With his current name, he is indeed not suitable for swaggering through the market, not to mention that in this territory where wild cultivators gather, if he is too publicized and high-profile, it will inevitably cause unnecessary trouble, and his identity as a "white-haired ghost" alone may also attract the joint efforts of many Manifestation Realm monks to intercept and kill.

After all, at the entrances of the major islands, there have already been posted a wanted note about him, and the bids are not low, all of them are above a thousand spirit stones.

One of the Jindan Immortal Monks who was sitting on the "Tianque Island" was killed by Zhao Shenbi because of his apprentice, and even offered a sky-high price of 5,000 spirit stones, which made many Ye Xiu who had some strength and dared to fight for their lives red.

However, although the price is high, you have to have a life to get it.

Now he is alive and well, but the bounties at the entrance are being posted more and more, and those famous old ghosts who are famous here have quietly disappeared as if they had evaporated from the world.

At this moment, Zhao Shenbi's whole body was shrouded in a hat and a black curtain robe, slowly walking through the criss-crossing corridors of the island, and at a glance, others could not detect his true face at all.

Although it is possible to forcibly snoop if a monk above the manifestation exudes his soul power, if he really does so, it is tantamount to provoking others and will definitely be a situation of endless death.

Therefore, I am afraid that no monk with a bad brain would dare to casually commit this kind of taboo in the cultivation realm, especially among the extremely murderous wild cultivators.

As Zhao Shenbi continued to move forward on the streets, he suddenly found that compared to when he went to sea a month ago, the atmosphere on the island was obviously several times more solemn.

In the bustling city, which is usually full of people, there are now many doors, and even a few monks who occasionally pass by are also preoccupied, as if they are facing a great enemy, and they disappear from view in a hurry.

It was still noon, but the entire Pearl Island was already deserted, and even a few time-honored signboard shops had closed their doors, which could be seen from the thick layer of dust covering the doors.

There is a storm coming.

A faint sense of uneasiness appeared in Zhao Shenbi's heart, but it was like chasing after the wind, making him feel a little unable to find it, and after frowning, he suddenly quickened his pace, rode the wind on the main road, and swept all the way to the west.

In less than a cup of tea, with almost no barrier to the flow of people, Zhao Shenbi came to the west side of the island at a gallop.

Seeing that the door of the small shop like a thatched hut had not been closed at the moment, Zhao Shenbi couldn't help but secretly breathe a sigh of relief, wiped the sweat beads on his forehead slightly, and walked towards the house with a familiar car.

Inside the shop, the light is dim and uncertain, casting mottled and broken light and shadow on the wooden boards, faintly visible dust and wine bottles all over the ground, and the surrounding utensils are scattered all over the place, if it weren't for the dozens of demon beast materials and low-level magic weapons hanging on the walls on all sides, I'm afraid it would be really unrecognizable, this dilapidated hut is actually a fairy shop.

"Old man Ma, this time I brought a lot of demon beast materials, you give me an estimate......" Zhao Shenbi slowly spoke, and a hoarse and cold voice echoed in the hut, but before he finished speaking, he suddenly found a tall young man in black and a middle-aged man in a long purple robe, who was surrounding the short and thin old man surnamed Ma with a bitter face on the counter.

When the two heard this, they turned their heads slightly, and after seeing that Zhao Shenbi was just a monk in the Far Traveling Realm, they didn't pay attention to it at all, but continued to surround the old man surnamed Ma, who was the shopkeeper, in the middle, with an aggressive expression.

Zhao Shenbi's eyes froze, and he immediately felt the fluctuations in the cultivation of the two of them.

One early apparition, one late apparition.

Among the Fourteen Islands, although it is far from being the king and hegemon of the wild cultivators, no matter which island they go to, they are all powerful beings who will be treated as guests, but at the moment they appear together in this extremely hidden shop.

And looking at the demeanor of the two of them, they completely look like they are not good.

After the old man surnamed Ma saw Zhao Shenbi enter the house, he quickly glanced at him and motioned for him to leave quickly, so as not to cause trouble.

At this moment, the tall black-clothed young man's cultivation aura suddenly dispersed, and after pressing the old man surnamed Ma to his face flushed, he said impatiently: "Old man Ma, if others say that they can't get so many demon beast materials, I still believe a few points, but if you can't take it out, I'm afraid no one in the entire Pearl Island can take it, right?"

The purple-robed middle-aged man took a step forward and said with a murderous intent, "Don't toast and don't eat and drink, do you really think we don't know your details?" Although you are an inner disciple sent by Tianyuan Mountain to collect materials here, the Fourteen Islands have always belonged to the land of lawlessness, hehe, if you unfortunately 'accidentally' fall here, I'm afraid Tianyuan Mountain will not be able to find the two of us." ”

As soon as these words came out, the old man surnamed Ma's face turned pale, the sweat on his forehead suddenly flowed down like a waterfall, and his body even trembled uncontrollably under the suppression of this terrifying cultivation.

However, he seemed to accept his fate, and he didn't care about his own safety at all, but kept signaling Zhao Shenbi to leave quickly.

The black-clothed young man sneered, with a look of disdain, "It's okay if you don't say it, after killing you, I will directly search your soul, and I will know everything." ”

At this point, Zhao Shenbi had already understood a little bit of the scene in front of him from the words of the two, and after the red light flashed in his eyes, the killing intent in his heart slowly surged.

Although he has no relationship with this old man, and he is not even a friend, but over the years, after hunting countless demon beasts in the sea area, he has sold materials to this person.

And although the old man Ma is usually an iron rooster and does not pull out a dime, he has always had a fair price in business, and Tong Suo is not bullied, and even gave him some help when he first stepped on the way of alchemy, and even gave him a small Dan furnace of low quality as an add, which can be regarded as a bit of incense.

Now that he has encountered this scene, there is no reason not to save him from death, even if he is facing two spiritual monks, he will not have the slightest heart to retreat.

Kill it.

"Two, do I not exist to commit murder in such a grand manner?" Under the hat, Zhao Shenbi's cold voice slowly came out, with a faint murderous aura.

When the tall young man in black heard this, he slowly turned his head, as if he had heard some extremely funny joke, and after glancing at the middle-aged man in the purple robe, he tilted his head and laughed.

With a sneer on his face, he sneered, "Little one, who do you think you are? But since you have heard and seen it, you must not be able to get out of here alive." ”

When the old man surnamed Ma heard this, he immediately looked sad and indignant, and sighed loudly, "Brother Zhao, you are confused! The old man knows that you have some means, but these two are the two famous Yin Yang Rakshasa masters and apprentices in the Fourteen Islands!"

However, Zhao Shenbi didn't care at all, but leaned back on the chair beside him gracefully, and said nonchalantly: "Oh, Yin Yang Rakshasa, I'm sorry, I really haven't heard of it." ”

The tall young man in black took a sip and laughed angrily, "You should have heard it by now, but unfortunately, you will soon become a ghost under my command." ”

The black light flashed in the eyes of the black-clothed young man, his sleeve robe rolled and danced, and an ancient bell with a pitch-black body and a portrait of a powerful ghost hell spun and flew out, and after quickly expanding to the size of a person, it spewed out a rich and viscous black gas, turning into a hideous ghost with a blue face and fangs, and pounced on Zhao Shenbi.

After doing all this, the young man in black and the man in purple robe didn't move anymore, clasping their arms with both hands, as if they had seen the scene of the man in the hat being disemboweled.

Zhao Shenbi learned from the young man's snort, and then also sneered, "Maybe it's a real pity that you have to become a ghost under me." ”

He gently removed his hat, his snow-white hair was slowly exposed to the air like a glimmer of blinding cold light, and above that young and handsome face, his eyes were red as blood, emitting a terrifying light.

His voice was cold, like winter, "They all call me the white-haired ghost." ”

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