Whether it is deep space, deep sea, or deep underground, it is an extreme environment for the human race.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the ghost market goes deep underground and is dark.

Darkness breeds the most primitive fears, and Terrans instinctively flee from it. The generation of underground enclosed space is extremely oppressive and suffocating, and it is a great test of people's psychological endurance.

Coupled with thousands of years of folklore and horror stories, as well as various forms of literature and art, the image of the ghost market in the eyes of the world has been detached from its true face, and has been branded as ominous and evil, no different from purgatory, except for the mixed proverb that "money can make ghosts grind".

Even though the ghost market is at your feet.

Although its entrance stops there.

However, even approaching the entrance to the ghost market requires a great deal of courage.

Everyone in the world grew up listening to horror stories about ghost markets, but not many people have actually been to ghost markets.

In fact, not everyone has the qualifications and abilities to enter the ghost market.

Legend has it that the underground world where the ghost city is located, including the major dungeons occupied by the Terrans, was originally built by dwarves.

Dwarves are close relatives of the Terrans, known for their prowess in mining ores, crafting jewelry, forging weapons, and masterful technology. In that ancient era, when several other great races fought to the death on the ground for world sovereignty, the dwarves threw their enthusiasm into the almost endless underground parts that were ignored by other races. With its courage and perseverance, this down-to-earth and hard-working race went deep into the mysterious and unknown realm, and after a long period of exploration, it finally established a state and became the king of the underground world.

The dwarves are too old to be traced, and after the gods, they have become part of mythology and legend, with only a few remnants barely proving that they ever existed.

The prosperity has long since faded, and the underworld has returned to darkness.

Today, the ghost markets that inhabit the underworld believe in some inexplicable dogmas, such as "no lights" and no glowing fluorite or lichen creatures are allowed. Unless it is the first time that some people with very special identities have just arrived, the lantern spirit will appear to lead the way and give a special care.

The dark business does not necessarily happen in the ghost market, and the ghost market is not all the dark business, but all the business in the ghost market is done in the dark.

This alone makes mortals and cultivators with low cultivation stop.

The ghost market is very unfriendly to newcomers, throwing stones and asking for directions will not work here, without the guidance of seniors, if you make a slight mistake, you won't want to get out alive in this life.

The rules of the ghost market, Si Mingqin really knows a little bit, it is better to see it than to hear it, and now that he has just entered the ghost market, he has a lot of feelings.

For example, this lamp spirit, the lamp in his hand can barely illuminate Fang Yuanzhang Xu, in this vast dark world, it is tantamount to the light of fireflies, a little farther away, it is completely invisible, and it is also blocked by itself Most of the light, it is simply nothing.

Fortunately, Si Mingqin really didn't take this seriously, he could see the road without his eyes since he was three years old, there was no difference between opening and closing his eyes in the dark, and there was no need to open his true eyes in this situation for the time being. As soon as he entered the city, Si Mingqin really released six divine senses, flying through the eaves and walls, passing through the streets and alleys, and collecting information about the ghost market.

He could use his divine sense to find his way and see farther away, but Mu Liu was neither a mage nor a soul master, so what could he rely on?

"I wanted to see through you in my own way, so I didn't ask. Si Mingqin really put one hand on Mu Liu's shoulder, and the other hand pulled his arm awkwardly, with a set of almost frames, and said with a flattering smile: "But sometimes I can't help it." ”

Mu Liu understood what he meant.

"I don't know much about myself. My grandfather once told me that as long as I was alive, every part of my body could be used as an eye or as a killing weapon. You can't see with your eyes, you can hear with your ears and feel with your hands. I remember the way here, and the ......."

"What else?"

Si Mingqin really sensed a strange force coming from Mu Liu's arm, which shook his hand and hurriedly stopped.

"This can be used to explore the way?" Si Mingqin was really skeptical.

"Of course not. ”

Mu Liu freed his right hand, his arm suddenly grew three inches, and slammed his fist into a wall on his side.

There was a pop, as if something had burst, and then a disgusting smell filled the air.

Si Mingqin Zhen hurriedly held his breath and summoned a strong wind to disperse it, his divine sense detected a smashed object in the hollow of the wall, judging from the composition and volume of these slags, it should be an armored underground poison, about the size of an adult's head.

The underground evil spirits are rampant, the worms are rampant, and the people who are not good enough to see the Tao are lucky enough to enter the ghost market, but they are afraid that they will be poisoned and eaten by the evil spirits bred by the darkness unconsciously, and in the end there is not even a scum left.

Mu Liu shook his right hand, probably because of some venom.

"I've always seen the road with my eyes. ”

Si Mingqin was really shocked.

"I was born in the dark, and naturally I can see things in the dark. ”

It is said that the environment can affect a person, and it is not false at all. Si Mingqin really found that after Mu Liu came to the realm of the ghost market, he was like a fish in water, not only became much stronger, but also said something strange, using long sentences, and hiding mysteries.

Si Mingqin really couldn't help but deduce the deep relationship between Muliu and the ghost market.

On the other hand, the lamp spirit led the two of them down the stairs, twisting and turning all the way, I don't know how far they went, and I don't know how many corridor arches they passed.

On the road, I occasionally meet big people, and they are all in a hurry.

How can it be easy for people to enter and leave the ghost market? They are all characters with heads and faces, and no matter what kind of business they come to do, no one wants to gossip in such a place. Even if you meet an acquaintance, no one will stop to say hello.

Aside from the occasional attack by underground poisons, nothing else happened.

The empty temples, halls, dungeons and even underground palaces and mausoleums in the darkness are all dominated by unborn powerhouses, who are disciples of the ghost market.

These people renounced their names and identities, cut off all worldly thoughts, stayed away from the hustle and bustle of the world, went off the rails, practiced penance in the ghost market, and became one with the darkness. They enclosed the five senses of the body, their breath was restrained, and they used the cathode qi of the underground spring to refine their soul bodies and temper their Dao hearts, some sat in the hall, some stood in the corridor very casually, and some liked to lie in the crematorium of the morgue...... It's all as comfortable as it is, and it seems to be freewheeling.

Those cultivators who have entered the meditation have not moved for years, decades, or even hundreds of years, and in this way they have become terrifying statues that are admired by others.

Underground poisons are shunned, and no one wants to risk disturbing them.

Because of the different ways of practice and philosophy, the mage would not choose to come to this kind of place to practice. After the rise of soul arts, the ghost market attracted many soul masters.

However, the ghost market is a place to do business, and whoever wants to stay and concentrate on cultivation will have to pay a corresponding price. This price is exactly the freedom that people in the world often talk about - sign a contract, give up their name and identity, accept the dogma of the ghost market, become a disciple of the ghost market, and serve the king of the underworld. Regardless of whether the bottleneck can be broken in the end, you must fulfill the contract and pay off all the debts before you can get out.

Gradually, Si Mingqin really adapted to this kind of darkness that was purer than the night in the world, and the wandering divine consciousness traveled unhindered all the way, and roughly inspected the inside and outside of this huge city at an unimaginable speed, feeding back everything he perceived to Si Mingqin Zhen.

Si Mingqin really confirmed what he saw and heard with the historical records, and gained a lot and had a deeper understanding of the ghost market.

In this way, how can the thick background and tense atmosphere of the ghost market cover the true nature of his words?

Si Mingqin really chattered all the way, commenting on the ghost market, from the origin of legends to the local customs, endlessly, especially the architectural pattern, and even the category habits of underground poisons had to be pointed out, and at this moment he pointed the finger at the disciples of the ghost market.

"Will they be happy if they make this choice?"

"Looking at" a humanoid statue standing in the darkness, Si Mingqin really asked a simple question that was overlooked by those in the practice.

Mu Liu didn't know how to answer, because he hadn't practiced yet, more precisely because he couldn't practice like ordinary people, and he didn't have a choice.

Si Mingqin said earnestly: "In today's world, in order to cultivate, they go against their original intentions and do everything, especially these soul masters. It's no wonder that for two thousand years, no soul master has crossed the second threshold. ”

Mu Liu seems to understand whether he understands or not.

Si Mingqin Zhen suddenly remembered the holy one on Xiaoqingshan, laughed a little embarrassedly, and justified himself: "His Majesty the Pope doesn't count, he has lived for more than two thousand years, he is not a person of this era, and he is still from my Fa lineage. ”

Mu Liu asked, "What is the second threshold?"

"No, you don't even know this?!"

Si Mingqin was really surprised, in his opinion, these three-year-old children should be familiar with the common sense of cultivation. You must know that every child of the Seven Great Families has been out of his mother's womb, and he has to condense his divine thoughts before he learns to walk, and he has begun to study runes before he can read.

After thinking about it, Si Mingqin really felt that it was not surprising, Mu Liu was alone, lived in the wild for a long time, and didn't even know the lingua franca, maybe he was still an illiterate person.

Si Mingqin really felt that his burden had become heavier, so he patiently told the common sense that Mu Liu put forward.

"Above the true martial arts is Wanliu, this is the first threshold that their soul master said, breaking through this threshold can reach the top of the peaks, grasp the power of the laws of nature, and penetrate the heavens and the earth. Like Li Yanzhou, the king of Qingyang, and Xiao He, the commander-in-chief of the Night Watch Legion, they are the power of the Wanliu realm. Wanliu is not the limit of soul art cultivation, and it is said that His Majesty the Pope has crossed the second threshold to the Taishang realm, obtained the way of immortality, and lived with heaven and earth. Moreover, His Majesty the Pope mentioned in the commentary of the afterword of the Taixuan Sutra that there is no end to practice, and also put forward a concept called immortal silence. ”

In the race war more than 2,000 years ago, the human race narrowly won, the school city and the seven divine kingdoms have gone, and the surviving people of the Northern Regions have been displaced, living in dire straits, and the people are struggling to survive. After the loss of the guardians, the situation between the north and the south after the war was turbulent, the people were panicked, riots broke out everywhere, and the great cause of the unification of the human race was hindered in various ways, and the progress was very slow.

The human race is congenitally deficient, weak and vulnerable, and the ability to fight alone is generally low, and it is almost powerless to parry in the face of powerful alien races. If the soul beast clan or the resentful spirit clan followed the example of the demon descendant and reneged on the starry sky contract and took the opportunity to start a war, with the situation at that time, the human race could only be slaughtered by others.

His Majesty the Pope was worried about the world, and once rode a green ox to travel north and south, in and out of major forbidden places, to deter foreign races, while thinking of good strategies, and finally found a breakthrough in the three thousand Dharma Collections, integrating what he had learned all his life, creating soul techniques, refining the body with the help of soul beasts, breaking through the shackles of the flesh, and combining true martial arts, and returning all streams to one.

Subsequently, His Majesty the Pope joined forces with the Emperor of the Empire and the head of the Secret Sect to summon the whole people to practice and protect their homeland. His old man passed down two holy texts, "Five Realms" and "Taixuan Sutra", guiding sentient beings to practice and creating an era.

At the mention of His Majesty the Pope, who is revered as sacred, Rao is Muliu is also a little excited.

So he asked: "His Majesty has lived so long, will he die?"

Life and death are big propositions, and no matter how high the cultivation is, it cannot be avoided. Today's Terran people are desperately cultivating, can they escape the cycle of life and death?

History is more cruel than reality, but because of the presence of His Majesty the Pope, almost all practitioners have the hope of eternal life.

Si Mingqin's mind really bypassed life and death.

"Why don't you ask me what he likes to eat, what he's up to?"

Mu Liu really never thought about such a question.

Si Mingqin really pulled Mu Liu to stop, and the two looked at each other in the dark.

"Mu Liu, promise me, no matter what happens in the future, you will not become an empty prisoner like them. ”

The disciple of the ghost city, who was integrated with the darkness, became a prisoner on the path of cultivation in the eyes of Si Mingqin.

Mu Liu was only seven years old, and no matter how clear his bones were, he couldn't fully comprehend Si Mingqin's true meaning, so he just memorized this sentence.

Si Mingqin Zhen added: "Whether His Majesty the Pope will die or not, I don't know. All I know is that a lonely person like him is not happy. ”

Mu Liu asked, "Have you seen His Majesty the Pope?"

Si Mingqin really shook his head.

Mu Liu asked rhetorically, "Then how do you know that he is unhappy?"

Si Mingqin Zhen replied: "On the day I was born, my senior brother passed by Tiemu Cliff, and my father asked him this question——"

Mu Liu interrupted Si Mingqin Zhen and asked, "Are you talking about Senior Brother Nan Zongyue?"

"That's right, it's him. ”

Si Mingqin Zhen then said: "Senior brother avoided talking about it, my father said that he seems to have an unspeakable addiction. Later, my father and I consulted all the historical materials related to His Majesty the Pope and discussed it for three days and three nights to come to this conclusion. ”