An hour later, Yan Xing walked out of the black shop with a large amount of pills.

Glancing back at the glittering golden plaque, his gaze was meaningful.

"No wonder you dare to come up with such a name and have this strength."

In a short period of time, such a huge number of pills can be mobilized, and the power behind this black shop is not small.

Yan Xing glanced at the paper in his hand, his figure disappeared without moving, and after a few breaths, he appeared on the edge of the black market, in a dense forest.

The ancient trees are towering and intertwined, as if you have entered a primeval forest.

Yan Xing looked around, slowly walked to the side of a big tree, and reached out to tap the trunk, prioritizing the importance of three long and two short.

Buzzing!

The tree trembled, its lush branches and leaves trembled, its dragon-like bark began to twist, and in the blink of an eye, an old face appeared, spitting out words.

"Guest, welcome to the Forest of Whispers, we can provide all the information if you can pay the price."

"The contract stipulates that information obtained in the Whispering Forest cannot be shared with third parties."

"What do you want to know?"

Yan Xing blinked, looking the ancient tree up and down, he didn't feel the slightest breath of a living person, and he didn't know what kind of operating mechanism this human face was.

The Forest of Whispers, like the Yin Tomb, is a force outside the rule of the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven, hidden in the shadows, specializing in intelligence business, and he knows this information in the Library Pavilion.

"I want to know all the details about this wave of fog, all the information you have."

"As you wish!"

"Chenghui, ten high-grade spirit stones."

Yan Xing frowned, it's so dark, an intelligence that can be sold repeatedly, actually asks for ten high-grade spirit stones, which is equivalent to 120,000 lower-grade spirit stones.

Click! Click!!

The old face slowly opened its mouth, revealing a pitch-black hole.

"Hehe, don't choke."

Recently, he made a lot of money, but Yan Xing didn't feel distressed, raised his hand and threw the spirit stone into the tree hole.

"Thank you for your patronage, this is what you want."

Phew-

A scroll of atlases shot out of the mouth of the human face and fell directly into Yan Xing's hands.

Thundered!

After completing the transaction, the ancient tree pulled out its roots, and disappeared into the depths of the dense forest in a few steps, like a living person.

Yan Xing was speechless, how could this cunning guy know his thoughts?

He was just a little curious about where those spirit stones had gone, and he wanted to split the trunk of the tree to take a look.

"Forget it, if the information is not worth the price, I'll go to you again."

You can't escape his nose unless you cross space.

Yan Xing looked up at the sky, and the black market was about to close, so he temporarily pressed the mind of looking at the picture scroll, and walked out.

……

The black shop, deep in the underground chamber.

The shopkeeper looked solemn, knelt down in front of a platform engraved with runes, and said something in his mouth.

Rumble!

A burst of firelight emerged, condensed into a golden fireball, suspended above the altar, and an ancient character was suspended inside the fireball, with "Wang" on the front, and it turned around, revealing the text on the back - "Quan".

Royalty!

The ancient family, the ancestor of the royal family, his name is Wang Quan.

The high shopkeeper looked awe-struck, kowtowed respectfully to the flames, presented a piece of paper, and burned it in the fireball.

On the paper, information about Yan Xing was recorded in detail, down to every item sold, as well as the elixir purchased, every word spoken, every expression, and every micro-movement.

There are black shops all over the large and small black markets, and the one standing behind them is the ancient royal family, which is mainly used to collect intelligence, and making money is secondary.

"This Flying Immortal disciple, his words and deeds are extremely extraordinary, facing him, I actually have a faint sense of crisis, especially the moment when he is angry......"

The shopkeeper's eyes narrowed slightly, you know, he is an earth spirit, and he was shocked by an outer disciple of the mortal realm.

This all shows the power and abnormality of Yan Xing.

"I heard that the eldest lady has been competing for the position of peak master recently, if this guy is recruited under his command, it may have some effect."

The fire on the altar was extinguished, and the high treasurer bowed, and then got up and left the secret room.

When he returned to the ground, his face changed, and he became a happy little old man again.

……

It was very smooth, Yan Xing did not meet the fanatic who wanted to eat black, and when he returned to the inn's house, he couldn't wait to open the scroll in his hand.

"Maps?"

On the square drawings, a large area is depicted with the color of scarlet, which represents the scarlet mist.

In the midst of the mist, three circles of different sizes were drawn, each with a place name.

Meteoric Realm, Luo Prisoner Realm, Oligus Empire.

The tripartite realm presents a three-legged posture, and the key lies in the center of the triangle, marked with a large skull, on which the word "ruins" is written.

Yan Xing frowned, he had learned about the distribution of the surrounding boundaries in the library pavilion, so he could see the difference in this map at a glance, he had never seen this skull, and he had never heard of ruins nearby.

In the middle of the map scroll, there was also a page of paper, which was densely filled with words, Yan Xing picked it up, his eyes fell, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

"A few months ago, the exact time was unknown, but in the skull zone marked on the map, a new ruin was born, attracting all parties to gather in the Supreme Holy Land to compete for the ownership of the ruins."

"It is said that there is an old man sitting in the Holy Land of Heavenly Performance, and he gives instructions for this ruin: Endless death, creation against the sky."

"The Holy Land has been defeated and returned with heavy casualties."

"There is a suspicious figure of a living person in the ruins, shouting "Who am I?" A punch pierced the wordless stone tablet of the Hall of Eternal Life, and Xuanwu fled in a hurry.

"According to the exact information, the people and horses recruited by the Flying Immortal Cave Heaven, led by Pang Liuchuan, the third of the Flying Dragon List, drove the wreckage of the Xuanqing Shenzhou back and died tragically at the door of their own house, and it is said that they met the memetic immortal just close to the edge of the ruins."

"Countless non-living forms are frantically converging towards the ruins, and there are constant abnormalities in the depths of the mist, according to the analysis of many forces, there is a ninety percent probability that it will set off a fog frenzy, and the surrounding three realms will bear the brunt and will be the first to be affected."

"It is expected that within five years, the first wave of the Fog Mania will begin."

"Flying Immortal Cave Heaven began to dispatch troops......

"There is a plan to re-explore the ruins in the Holy Land, and it is more prepared and more powerful......

Yan Xing's expression was solemn, and he carved the contents of the page word by word into his mind.

It seems that there is a thread that connects everything he has experienced during this time.

"I see."

When he escaped from that mysterious space, the scene he saw should be that after the defeat of the holy lands of all parties, the madman who shouted "Who am I" was not a nameless senior?

The nameless senior is trapped in the ruins.

"And ......"

Yan Xing pointed his finger on the circle representing the Fallen Immortal Realm, slowly moved to the skull, and then made a turn to the circle of the Luo Prisoner Realm.

"I'll just say, the pitch-black city walls around this circle, how can there be a sense of familiarity inexplicably, hey, I grew up here, and Uncle Lan also died here!"

Yan Xing's eyes were cold, the circles representing the tripartite realm on the map, the drawings on the edges were different, and the "Immortal Qi Barrier" of the Fallen Immortal Realm was the most special, it was a complete light mask.

The Luo Prison Realm is a circle of pitch-black city walls, from the very edge to the core of the realm, there are ninety-nine city walls.

It is easy to understand this arrangement, if it is broken through by the fog, the Luo Prisoner Realm will abandon the periphery and retreat to the inner city, with ninety-nine city walls as a buffer, the most core forces will naturally sit back and relax, and for the common people who are directly abandoned on the periphery, it is extremely cruel.

From this, it can be seen that the class division of the Luo Prison Realm must be extremely strict and fierce, and it is only natural that there will be such an inhuman thing as city slaves.

"Holy Palace, Ninth Young Master, and the Old Thief of the Snow Sky, are you all waiting for me in the Luo Prison Realm?"

Yan Xing's eyes flickered, and a ray of pitch-black flame fell from the depths of his pupils, igniting the Luo Prisoner Realm, and then spreading around, and the entire scroll turned into nothingness in an instant.

"The storm is coming, and under the turmoil, only power can be trusted."

Boom –

Like a cannon bursting into the chamber, Yan Xing left two footprints on the ground, rushing into the void in an instant, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared into the depths of the clouds.

Above the sky, among the clouds, inaccessible, as a breakthrough is naturally excellent.

Yan Xing didn't want to wait any longer, his resources had already accumulated sufficiently, and he was about to break through tonight and step into the third extreme realm of the flesh.

At an altitude of 10,000 kilometers, Yan Xing sat cross-legged, his gravitational field holding him up, and distorting the light, obscuring his figure.

Cutting away distracting thoughts, his eyes were calm, and a small opening in the hell dimension opened directly in his stomach, and the dense elixir poured out with flashing spiritual light.

"Devour the heavens and devour the earth!!"

Boom –

Yan Xing's eyes spewed out inches of divine light, and the position of his chest, as if swallowing a sun, burst out with extremely bright white light, reflecting the inside and outside, the internal organs, bones, meridians, flesh and blood......

Everything is clearly visible.

Endless flesh particles, boiling, cheering, frantically devouring energy, the essence of energy is universal particles, it can elevate all matter particles, make them stronger, harder, heavier, and combine them to form a "domain" with various supernatural powers.

Swallow! Swallow! Swallow!!

With such a large amount of pills, the digestive system was subjected to an unbearable weight, and [Devouring Heaven and Earth] began to evolve, and then more pills poured in, forcing it to evolve again.

The cycle went on and on, and the limbs and hundreds of corpses of Yan Xing all turned into light particle forms, which were visible to the naked eye, like a torrent of energy from rivers, seas and lakes, rampaging through the body.

There are all kinds of talents, Yan Punishment is fearless, durable, not afraid of death, and does it to death.

I don't know how long it took, when the pill was about to run out, the self-test panel finally changed.

Yan Xing, breakthrough!

——

Self-examination subject: Yan Xing.

Age: 12.

Race: Terran (perfect pureblood).

Realm: The Third Extreme Realm (Forbidden Domain, Supreme Power).

Body: 27 + 0.5.

Force: 27+0.5.

Min: 27+0.5.

Meaning: 27.

……

With a single arm, the power of one hundred and twenty-eight dragons.

64,0000,0000 kg!