The altar set up by the Autumn War Dragon is very strange, it is not to worship the god of totems like the Wumen, but to worship the god of yin.

There were no idols or even anything enshrined on the altar, but at the moment when the altar was fully arranged, black and distorted rays of light appeared, condensing together to form a ball of light like a black mist.

The black mist ball of light kept rolling and entwining, making this space also change.

This ball of black mist between nothingness and reality is the Yin God of the Yin Fu Gate.

"Grab a few people from death row!" Qiu Zhan commanded without raising his head.

"Yes!"

Outside the secret room, someone promised.

A moment later, five or six dying men were carried into the chamber.

These five or six people were all tortured and inhuman, and their bodies were covered with scars, described as withered, some of the injuries had suppurated, and there were faint white maggots swimming, and they had not received any medical treatment.

"Please, let me go......"

"Qiu Yueming, you beast!"

"Your Qiu family is so perverse, it will perish, I curse you to be slaughtered and wiped out!"

“......”

Some people wept and pleaded, some people roared angrily, some people cursed madly, but all the voices sounded extremely weak and weak.

Qiu Zhanlong coldly grabbed a person casually, took out a bull-eared knife, raised the knife in his hand, and cut off the person's head hard, blood spurted out of the cranial cavity, and landed on the altar, not a drop was shed, all were absorbed.

Not even his spirit could escape, roaring and wailing above the altar and twisting, absorbed by the black mist ball of light that the Yin God had transformed.

After absorbing it, the black mist light ball looked even more weird, the light and shadow changed, and the black mist rolled, as if it was struggling to manifest its true body.

Ignoring the pleas or curses of these people, the Autumn War Dragon concocted the same method and slaughtered them one by one, absorbing all the blood and spirits of the altar.

Later, the Yin God on the altar almost completely turned into a distorted and tumbling black mist, and there was no longer the appearance of light refraction.

Evil and secretive.

Qiu Zhanlong nodded in satisfaction, bit the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of essence blood on this piece of broken purple jade pendant, and then he placed this jade pendant in front of the black mist light ball.

In an instant, the jade pendant was full of blood, and there was a faint light and shadow to be presented.

Seeing this, Qiu Zhanlong sat down cross-legged without hesitation, and a black shadow flickered out at the back of his head, merging with the purple jade pendant fragment that shone with blood light.

Faintly, you can see that the face of this black shadow is somewhat similar to that of the Autumn War Dragon.

This black shadow is the yin god he nurtures.

His Yin God and the Yin God on the altar complemented each other, causing this space to be distorted.

Syllable!

The purple jade pendant fragments exploded inexplicably and turned into powder.

Every bit of powder did not disappear, but flew into the air, and began to manifest an illusory image like a sand painting.

The first thing that appeared was an inn whose name was unclear, Qiu Ruoyu and Uncle Cheng were hiding in the opposite corner, squatting and guarding someone, and then left there shortly afterwards and began to walk down the street, as if they were following someone, but although there were people around, they couldn't see the faces of other people at all.

In the end, it can be seen that Qiu Ruoyu and Uncle Cheng rushed to an alley in advance, arranged a seven-star maze array, and then cast a curtain covering this alley.

Soon, a vague figure appeared, as if stepping into the Seven Stars Maze Array and entering this dead end.

"Huh?!"

All the people in the Qiu family, at this moment, their eyes lit up, they held their breath, and subconsciously stretched their necks, wanting to see the appearance of this figure clearly.

But the picture is blurry to the extreme, and you can only see a simple outline, and you can't tell the height, age, and appearance.

"Can it be clearer?I have a hunch that it was him who killed Yu'er and Lao Cheng!" Qiu Zhantong's eyes were blood-red, and he looked at Qiu Zhanlong, shouting with a deep hatred.

"Poof!"

In response to him was a mouthful of blood.

The autumn battle dragon coughed violently, a mouthful of blood was coughed up, and he fell to the ground with a depressed expression, and the picture that appeared above the altar suddenly disappeared, and the little bit of powder also turned into nothingness.

The Yin God turned into black fog on the altar seemed to have suddenly encountered some natural enemy at this moment, and disappeared without a trace with a "whoosh".

The altar at this height instantly disintegrated and collapsed.

It's a mess.

"The other party is very powerful, it interferes with the heavenly machine, and it can't continue to investigate!"

There were blood stains on the corners of Qiu Zhanlong's mouth, and his voice was hoarse.

"Disturbing the heavens?"

Qiu Yueming frowned, and a look of doubt appeared on his gloomy face as ice, "The Yin Yang Warlock who can interfere with the Heavenly Machine, at least he has also stepped into the Seventh Layer of the Mountain Moving Realm, Qiu Ruoyu and Lao Cheng, why do these two guys provoke such a powerful existence for them?"

"Doesn't he know the importance of Su Musha to us, and dare to make such extraneous branches?" someone suddenly opened his mouth on the side, pointing the finger at Qiu Zhantong, "Or did the third child not explain it clearly?"

Qiu Zhantong's eyes glared, and he was about to attack, but was directly interrupted by Qiu Yueming.

"Don't talk nonsense!" Qiu Yueming snorted coldly and shouted violently.

Suddenly, everyone was silent, and no one dared to say more, but the collision of eyes in private was inevitable.

"Check!"

"Find out the identities of all the Yin-Yang Warlocks who have appeared in Cao Cheng in the last month, no, half a year, and then check them one by one!"

A trace of fierceness flashed in his eyes, and he stepped down with his right foot hard, smashing a head at his feet, and in the midst of blood and * splashing, he shouted, "Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you must find out this person! Dare to kill my Qiu family and take away my Qiu family's treasures, he will definitely make him pay a painful price!"

A terrifying aura emanated from his body and swept through the chamber.

That's the power that belongs to the Wind Realm alone!

"Yes!"

Everyone agreed in unison and got to work.

......

At this time, Song Ziyang, the culprit of all this, did not know that he had cautiously interfered with the heavenly machine and saved his life.

I didn't know that the move to interfere with the heavenly machine with the help of the Yin-Yang Mirror made the other party mistakenly think that it was the monk of the Mountain Moving Realm, and evaded the search.

At this time, he was walking happily in this holy treasure building.

There are ten floors in the Shengbao Building, the first to the fourth floor, which are respectively refining materials, spiritual herbs, elixirs, finished magic weapons, and pills.

The six strange gates, swords, soldiers, witches, ink, medicine, yin and yang, the materials, herbs, magic weapons, and pills required by each are clearly placed, making it clear at a glance.

Song Ziyang walked around, his eyes were shining, and his heart was full of energy.

It's just a vein of yin and yang, there are too many good things, dazzling and dizzying.

The Jiugong Sect is just a small sect, and the strongest master has only moved to the mountain realm to cultivate, and there are many disciples on weekdays, and there is not much savings in the sect.

Song Ziyang can be regarded as able to get more resources, but he only has two pills per month.

Most of the disciples can only rely on their own penance.

Song Ziyang was able to have the cultivation that is not weaker than the core disciples of other powerful sects and families, relying on the yin-yang mirror that has existed in the sea of knowledge since birth.

After walking around for a few laps, my knowledge has indeed increased a lot, and in the communication with the salesperson, my understanding of the other five of the other six strange doors has gradually increased.

On weekdays, although the master also talked a lot, in order not to affect his cultivation of yin and yang techniques, many things were clicked to the end and did not reveal too much.

Now, with the endless explanations of those salespeople, he has a deeper understanding of the composition of his world, as well as the distribution of power, etc.

During this period, he also bought some gadgets according to his hobbies.

It took him almost three hours to walk slowly from the first floor to the fourth floor.

But these three hours were not in vain, and he felt that he had gained a lot.

The attitude of the sales staff here is also very good, and there is no arrogance of the shopkeeper to bully customers, which makes him very satisfied.

Then he continued his upward journey.

The fifth floor of the Holy Treasure Building is a sales point for rare treasures and rare spiritual materials, the sixth floor is a sales point for high-level magic weapons, talismans and elixirs, and the seventh floor is a pawn shop and a paid treasure appreciation point.

The eighth floor is an auction house, which is not open to the public, and only those who hold an invitation letter, or are recommended by the invitee, are eligible to enter.

The ninth floor is the news buying and selling point.

As for the tenth floor, it is the stronghold of the core personnel of the Holy Treasure Building, and ordinary people are not qualified to go up.

In fact, from the moment he entered the fifth floor, someone checked it, and ordinary people are not qualified to go up, at least to show their financial resources or strength.

The people who checked saw the Void Ring in Song Ziyang's hand and let him go directly.

The monks who can have storage magic weapons are either rich or expensive, especially seeing that Song Ziyang is still so young, he is directly regarded as the son and young master of a certain force.

There was also a secret passage directly to the ninth floor on the fifth floor, but Song Ziyang did not go up directly, but walked up layer by layer.

The things on the fifth and sixth floors opened his eyes even more, there were many treasures, all of which he dreamed of, but after seeing the price, his heart was half cold.

It's all sky-high!

There are also many who do not accept the purchase of gold and silver at all, and only accept barter.

You need to exchange treasures of the same value!

It seems that there is a lot of money in the Naxu Ring, more than a dozen boxes of gold, silver and jewelry, but he can't afford to buy even one.

He shook his head and, led by a monk, went up the stairs to the ninth floor.

He was greeted by an old man with a gray beard.

The entire ninth floor was empty, and only this old man existed.

The waiter bowed respectfully to the old man, then turned and went downstairs and left the place.

The old man was stunned for a moment when he saw Song Ziyang, then looked at him carefully, then grinned, showed a mouth full of white teeth, and said meaningfully: "Boy, it's you." ”

Song Ziyang only felt that this old man's gaze was extremely penetrating, and it seemed that he could easily see through everything about himself.

In front of the other party, he is like a newborn baby, without the slightest secret.

This feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

Especially after hearing the other party's words, he was in a cold sweat in an instant, and he almost turned around and ran away!