Chapter 200

Hei Jue didn't pay attention to the people of Hidden Sword Mountain, and directly sacrificed a magic weapon and floated down the mountain. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The rest of the people also knew that they were only trapping Zhuang Linglong at the moment, and they couldn't get rid of him, and when he got out of the big array, he would definitely seize the Rakshasa blood again.

The gloomy and lonely roar was also very clear about this, so he didn't have any intention of running away at the moment.

The Nine Peerless Sword Mountain suffered this accident, which was equivalent to disappearing from the immortal cultivation realm of the Qingguo from now on, how could it not be heartbreaking.

The sun stingily shed its last rays of light and hid in the mountain stream, so the whole Tiandu Peak became even more depressed, and a breeze blew, with a thick bloody rush to the face.

Half an hour later.

The Great Hall of Heavenly Peak.

Cang Yu made a decision, and now the arrogance of the Demon Dao is no longer something that his small Hidden Sword Mountain can handle, this is the common responsibility of the entire Righteous Dao Alliance.

Holding the Haoran righteous coffin with the blood of the Sealing Divine Soldier Rakshasa in his hand, he walked cautiously in front of Zhuang Xian Long Jiu with a gloomy and lonely roar.

"Admit it, if you want to send the Haoran Righteous Qi coffin to the Jade Ding Palace at all costs, this Rakshasa blood must not fall into the hands of the Heavenly Absolute Being!"

Cang Yu Lonely Roar was slightly excited, he knew that he was destined to not survive.

"What about you?" Zhuang Xian Longjiu asked with a frightened face.

"Me?" said with a gloomy and lonely face: "I'm old, I don't want to go anywhere except for the Heavenly Peak......"

Night.

It's another night that can't be calm, and today's night is also bleak and weird, making people unable to adapt, the swaying moon shadow is like the tentacles of the black devil, constantly stirring the earth full of desire/hope, so that the creatures living in this land are unwilling to be lonely.

Walking alone on the dark road, Wan Tingjun was a little dazed.

Where should he go? It's just a carrier to seal the demons, and the Hidden Sword Mountain was wiped out in an instant, which seems to be beyond Wan Tingjun's understanding of strength and human nature, and similarly, the long road to strength also makes him infinitely confused.

Zhuang Xian Longjiu had already led the team towards the Earthquake Heaven Ding Palace located on the Tianwu Mountain Range, while Cang Yu Lonely Roar was left alone in Tiandu Peak, and it was estimated that it would be over tonight.

The Heavenly Peak will become a dead place, and in the near future, it will be submerged by history.

Wan Tingjun thought about it while walking, and suddenly his mind moved, and a black knight statue appeared in front of him, and he squatted down quietly and studied it carefully.

This statue is the only thing left for Wan Tingjun on this body.

Wan Tingjun looked at the knight statue carefully.

I saw that the knight was fully armoured, and his face was protected by a fully enclosed covered helmet, which could be said to be armed to the teeth.

Even the tiger mount was equipped with head armor, and the leg armor on its limbs was full of fangs, giving people a sense of forest.

Wan Tingjun was suddenly stunned, and it was only then that he realized that this statue was a woman, which could be seen from the delicate concave and curved armor.

turned out to be a female knight with a good molecule, Wan Tingjun was suddenly embarrassed. At this moment, his gaze fell on the hilt of the long sword, and the tip of the hilt was carved with a gentle soft character.

"Rou?"

Could this be the name of this knight?

Wan Tingjun guessed wildly, and found that it was very unreasonable, so he stopped thinking about it.

Wan Tingjun, who had been thinking for a long time and still couldn't get results, had to be a little helpless to take the knight into the abyss.

But after thinking about it, he seemed to have decided where he was going.

His current cultivation is still very low, and he can't gain a foothold in the immortal cultivation realm at all, he must be strong, he must!

The so-called people rely on clothes and Buddha rely on gold, and there is no powerful magic weapon, which is a joke in the world of cultivating immortals.

Wan Tingjun had nothing but this Creation Divine Soldier who came with him.

He didn't need weapons to fight before because he was in the spiritual sea and didn't need weapons.

And now that he has nothing, he naturally needs weapons to defend himself.

He is extremely shabby now, and his plan is to go to the woodland first to buy some weapons to defend himself, and then find a secluded place to cultivate well and improve his strength.

The so-called vertical and horizontal woodlands are also the places where people from the immortal cultivation realm of this continent trade, and these vertical and horizontal woodlands have opened up the downtown area of mortal life.

Some are located in secret locations. After all, even mortals have a chance to get something that monks are in short supply. Although most of these things are not in the eyes of the strong, they are very necessary for those low-level cultivators.

On the bank of the Lie River, the ancient city of Ruoyang.

In this ancient city of Ruoyang, there is a considerable vertical and horizontal woodland, and it is precisely because of the existence of this vertical and horizontal woodland that the people living in the entire ancient city of Ruoyang have become extremely wealthy.

Most of the monks don't care about money, and money is what mortals need, and the monk's ability to obtain money is many times easier than that of mortals, and the number of mortals is terrifying, and they will more or less get something useful to the immortal cultivator, which facilitates the transaction between mortals and immortal cultivators.

When Wan Tingjun came to Ruoyang Ancient City, it was five days after the Battle of Tiandu Peak, looking at the bustling flow of people, Wan Tingjun did not go directly to the vertical and horizontal woodland in the center of the city, but found an inn to rest, and only got up to go in the evening.

Before he could reach the place, Wan Tingjun saw from a distance the three large characters of light that were constructed by the monk's magic in the sky above the forest.

Because of Wan Tingjun's status as a monk, he naturally entered the vast trading area without any hindrance.

At this moment, it is night, and countless energy lamps emit a soft light, illuminating the entire trading area as if it were day.

Wan Tingjun looked up, and the stalls of different sizes were like a long dragon with no tail in sight.

All kinds of magic weapons, magic weapons, spirit runes, and star crystals are even more dazzling under the illumination of the light, which is dazzling and dizzying.

Wan Tingjun is very interested in visiting the woodland.

He still wants to see the weapons of this continent.

He only relied on it, and that was his third vertical eye.

Before, Hei Jue said that all the things in the soul were brought over.

Then this is the third vertical eye above Wan Tingjun's soul, and naturally it is also brought over.

It's just that you may not be familiar with this body yet, and you can't show it yet.

But Wan Tingjun can feel the existence of this slightly.

Soon, Wan Tingjun stopped in front of a small stall.

"This immortal, there are good things here in the small one, and I will definitely regret it if I don't buy it. ”

As soon as he saw someone patronizing, the stall owner was very attentive to talk.

Wan Tingjun noticed that the stall owner was a middle-aged man in his forties, with a square face, blazing eyes, and an exaggerated beard standing upright.

"I'll see. ”

Wan Tingjun replied casually and observed at his stall.

There are nothing of value on the stalls, most of them are relics of the previous dynasty, scrap copper and rotten iron, even if one or two have a trace of spiritual energy, but it has no effect on the monk at all.

Wan Tingjun looked at it for a while, and was about to turn away, but his eyes fell on a dark thing the size of his thumb, and suddenly, his eyes radiated a strong light.

He reached out and picked it up in the palm of his hand and looked at it carefully.

This......