"This fellow Daoist came here to settle down in this city?"

At this moment, all of a sudden, only a young woman's voice sounded in Dongfang Mo's mind.

Hearing this, Dongfang Mo came back to his senses and looked up at the front.

Then he saw a young nun dressed in a silk cloak standing at the end of the street.

The nun wore a nunnery hat on her head, revealing a delicate cheek. He looked eighteen or nineteen years old, extremely young.

And looking at this woman's appearance, she looks like a human monk. But on this woman's body, there is an aura between demonic energy and demonic energy, so the other party is definitely not a human race.

In addition, from this nun's body, he also felt a fluctuation in the cultivation of the Great Perfection of the One Realm.

It seems that this is an old monster who has been cultivating for an unknown number of years.

"Dare to ask who this fellow Daoist is?" So Dongfang Mo asked the nun.

"Poor Nifa is Xuanjing." The young nun made a Buddhist prostration to him.

"It turned out to be Master Xuanjing, and the poor way is so polite."

Then Dongfang Mo changed his words, "This city should have been built by Master Xuanjing, right?" ”

"Hehehe...... The donor has won the award, this place was created by a half-ancestor realm senior, and the poor nun is just a layman. In addition, thanks to the strong support of many Taoist friends, this has a model of a small city. However, this place can be called a gathering place for our monks, and we can communicate with each other on weekdays and discuss our cultivation experiences, so as to achieve the goal of common progress. ”

"Master Xuan Jing is so humble." Dongfang Mo snorted.

Then I heard him say: "Master Xuanjing should be a member of Buddhism, right?" ”

"It's just a rebel of Buddhism, and it's not an exaggeration to say that he is a member of Buddhism."

"Oh?" Dongfang Mo became interested, "Poor Dao has been in the fourteenth layer of hell for a long time before, but I have never seen Shitai. ”

"This is not surprising, because the poor nun has been in the sixteenth layer of hell all these years."

"I see." Dongfang Mo nodded.

At this time, I heard Master Xuanjing say: "I don't know what to call the donor?" ”

"Huh...... The poor Daofu surname is Dongfang, and the single name is an ink character. Dongfang Mo didn't hide it.

"It turned out to be the benefactor of the East, and he was disrespectful and disrespectful." Master Xuanjing is too much.

After finishing speaking, she continued to speak, "The Eastern donor should be an outsider, but do you have the idea of staying here?" I think the cultivation of the Eastern Donor is profound, but as a monk of the Unified Realm, if you want to make a breakthrough in cultivation, you need to constantly comprehend the power of the law. ”

"This ......"

Dongfang Mo hesitated a little, and then listened to him: "I can't hide it, Poor Dao is planning to go to the sixteenth layer of hell this time, so he shouldn't stay in this city for a long time." ”

"To the sixteenth layer of hell? Why is that? Master Xuan Jing asked.

"I'm going to be sealed in this place, and I'm afraid it's a long way to go, so I want to walk around. I've been in the Seventeenth Layer of Hell for more than two hundred years, so I'm going to look elsewhere. ”

"With all due respect, the poor nun has been in the sixteenth layer of hell for more than five hundred years, and it is not an exaggeration to describe that place as extremely barren and barren, so in the opinion of the poor nun, it is better for the Eastern donor to stay here and wait with me to improve his cultivation together."

"Master Tai rest assured, this city will come back, I just want to look around now." Oriental ink road.

"Hey......" Master Xuan Jing looked extremely disappointed, "In this case, then the poor nun will not be difficult to force." ”

"Where, where," Dongfang Mo waved his hand, and then listened to him again: "Can you walk around this poor road at will?" ”

"Oriental donors can shop as much as they want."

"Thank you very much." Dongfang Mo arched his hand.

"Do you need to be accompanied by a poor nun?"

"Master Xuanjing is really polite, just walk around the poor road at will, don't bother Mrs. Xuanjing." Oriental ink road.

Hearing this, Master Xuanjing nodded, "Then the poor nun will leave." ”

"The teacher is too slow." Dongfang Mo said politely.

Then I saw Master Xuanjing say goodbye and leave.

Seeing that this person's back disappeared, Dongfang Mo withdrew his gaze, and then looked at the small city where he was taking shape.

Unexpectedly, this place turned out to be the result of a half-ancestor's shot.

There are more than 20 half-ancestors in the eighteenth layer of hell, and these people can be regarded as having a relationship with each other at the beginning, but he doesn't know which half-ancestor it is.

Soon Dongfang Mo retracted his mind, and then walked all the way forward.

When he was talking to Master Xuanjing just now, the single horn in the Demon Suppression Diagram in his palm was still trembling.

It's as if there's something in the city that's attracting it.

Dongfang Mo took a breath, and then walked towards the street ahead, he should be able to judge the exact location of the thing that attracted this treasure by the intensity of the unicorn tremor.

Because this small city is not big, Dongfang Mo only walked two hundred zhang before stopping, and at this time he was standing in front of a two-story attic.

To his surprise, there were a lot of things in this attic. These things are all cultivation materials, there are magic weapons, and pills, but the most are all kinds of classics.

It seems that this loft is for sale. Of all the city, only this loft was for trading.

Right now, even if he was standing outside the gate, Dongfang Mo could feel the things placed in the attic, and the grade was not low. Just like the dozen or so magic weapons in it, all of them can only be triggered by the monks of the One Realm.

After thinking about it, he was relieved, because in the seventeenth layer of hell, the cultivation was all high-level, and there were almost no low-level cultivators, so the various cultivation materials that everyone took out were also of extremely high grade.

After arriving here, the single horn in the Demon Suppression Diagram in his palm trembled to the strongest.

So Dongfang Mo stepped into this attic, and then began to walk around the many wooden frames, and at the same time his eyes swept over the same items on the wooden shelves.

Although it is the only place to sell cultivation materials, the items sold in this attic are extremely rare.

Among them, there are many ritual instruments and various classics. There are only a handful of things like elixirs or elixirs.

Because this place is in the eighteenth layer of hell, there are such things as magic weapons and classics, which are the most worthless, and they are also willing to be taken out by many monks.

Things like elixirs, elixirs, and even spirit stones are not taken out by ordinary people.

Dongfang Mo, who was walking all the way, finally came to a black jade bottle and stopped. Standing in front of this thing, the single horn in the demon suppression diagram in his palm has begun to tremble at this moment.

Everything shows that it is the thing in the bottle, attracting the single horn.

So Beihe raised his hand and took the jade bottle in his hand.

After a little silence, he uncorked the jade bottle and looked into it.

Then he saw that inside the jade bottle was a mass of viscous black liquid. The first thing Dongfang Mo thought of was blood. However, the black liquid in the jade bottle is colorless and odorless, and there is not the slightest breath emanating, which does not look very similar.

So this made him extremely puzzled, and he didn't know what it was.

Just after he opened the jade bottle, an unexpected scene appeared, only to see that the black liquid in the jade bottle, which was originally dead and silent, was boiling at this moment.

"Bang!"

The jade bottle collapsed abruptly, and then the black liquid fell on the palm of Dongfang Mo's depicted demon suppression diagram, and merged into it.

"Damn it!"

Dongfang Mo was taken aback, this scene could be said to be beyond his control.

And under his gaze, the boiling black liquid merged into the demon suppression diagram in his palm, and went directly towards the single horn. At the same time, the single horn of the Chigu clan also broke through the sky.

In the end, the two came together, and the boiling blood instantly melted into it, and at the same time, the black unicorn shone brightly.

Evil, ferocious, brutal and other negative aura, burst out in an instant.

For a while, from Dongfang Mo's palm, a blue-black light shone out.

As long as this blue-black light shines on the body of an ordinary monk, the three of them will go mad and be eroded by many negative emotions.

At present, Dongfang Mo bore the brunt of it, and it was illuminated by a large area of blue-black light.

In just this moment, Dongfang Mo's heart was shaken, his eyes became extremely evil, and at the same time, the blood in his body began to flow.

I saw him grin, and then uncontrollably flipped his hand, took out the horn, and held it tightly in the palm of his hand.

In this way, the blue-black light is completely released, filling every inch of the entire attic, and even shining outside the street.

"Huh!"

A figure appeared here like a teleportation, it was the previous Master Xuanjing.

As soon as Fang appeared, when she saw the blue-black light in this place, as well as the single horn in Dongfang Mo's hand, the look in her eyes was shocked, and then she fell into a daze and sluggishness.

In the next breath, a shocking scene appeared.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey......"

I saw that Master Xuanjing's face suddenly changed, and a sly smile came from her mouth, and then the expression in this woman's eyes became evil, greedy, ferocious, and cruel. It looks extremely weird, and it is much stronger than Dongfang Mo holding a single horn in his hand.