The torrential rain continued, and soon there was half a meter of water in the streets.

The black market has become extremely chaotic.

Some of the monks reacted in time, and they had no means to defend themselves against the calamity, so they simply retreated outside the black market to avoid being caught in danger.

The waves hit the side of the green and red building, and the cracks in the doors and windows seeped into the rainwater.

The temperature in the shop plummeted to freezing, the walls were covered in frost, and the candles on the table tops were looming.

In Li Mo's stunned state, Hualou suddenly vibrate, and the aura of the magic weapon emitted became even stronger.

Hualou should be a medium-grade magic weapon with eight refinings, and the main spiritual materials are very valuable.

The Futu monk looked out the window with a solemn face, and at the same time reminded: "Li Mo come to the second floor as soon as possible, the lobby is not very safe." ”

"Okay."

Li Mo walked through the stairs in three steps and two steps, and the divided area was fully furnished, and there were furnace magic tools to ensure that the temperature was suitable.

Each area is facing a window and offers a view of the outside world.

"Assert ......"

A strange smile came out of Han Li's mouth, and his eight arms continued to stretch out, supporting his body and poking out the window, sensing the rioting water spiritual energy.

He couldn't help but sigh: "I really don't know what the realm of the monk who presided over the auction is, I'm afraid that at least he has already established himself, or he has gone one step further to not confuse Yuanying." ”

Li Mo raised his eyebrows, it turned out that the name of the Yuan Infant Period in later generations was "Not Confused".

"They're all on their feet."

As soon as the Futu monk finished speaking, an explosion sounded at the bottom of the flower building, and the shop was unexpectedly free from the shackles of the ground and floated on the surface of the water like a boat.

The house is shaky, like a sailboat chasing a storm.

Li Mo stumbled, but fortunately, there was a desert map to hook the housing beams, so that he would not fall.

The rain has accumulated for more than 10 meters, and each shop has the same means to control the magic weapons of the house to resist the disaster caused by the auction.

The magic circle that shrouded the black market of the heart beast gradually lost its effect at this time, and the black fog that could block the vision and hearing showed signs of dissipation.

Li Mo couldn't help but ask, "Could it be that the auctions over the years are like this?" ”

"That's not true, the auction fifty years ago turned the black market into an active crater, and the monks were killed and injured in an instant, but now it's much milder. ”

Li Mo was a little confused.

Could it be that the people behind the black market are using the form of disaster to eliminate some of the less powerful monks first?

After Han Cai collected some rainwater, he went back to the store: "This is where to go, now it is just a prelude in front of us." ”

"Assert ......"

As the water gets deeper and deeper, the black market becomes a bit weirder.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes, and could vaguely see a black shadow two or three meters long swimming in the water, causing the surrounding monks to let out a frightened cry.

The black shadow seemed to be made from a large number of corpses, dozens of arms turned into fins, and the tail was connected to a dense human head.

"Help......

A monk called for help, and his bulging arms transformed into the upper body of a mandrill, trying to stop the black shadow from approaching him.

As a result, a dark shadow flashed, and the monk was dragged into the water and struggled to the death.

Seeing this, many monks chose to climb the eaves of their shops, hoping to escape the attacks of underwater monsters from high places.

The monk in the shop did not hesitate to make a move.

They can get a place in the store, and their strength is by no means comparable to casual cultivation, and after simple cooperation with each other, the smell of blood spreads everywhere.

Corpses rolled down from the eaves of shops, and the rain washed away the blood left on the tiles, revealing the hidden cruelty of the auction.

However, the vast majority of monks have made preparations in advance.

There is a small boat floating on the water, and there are magic weapons to protect itself, but there is no need to be afraid of the sudden attack of monsters, but the expression is a little afraid.

There are also magic weapons suspended in mid-air, but these kinds of magic weapons consume more spiritual power, and only they know how long they can last.

The steward glanced lazily out the window, and there were several monks who had taken refuge on the eaves of the flower building.

She covered her mouth and smiled: "Li Mo, a group of bed bugs won't let them come, right?" ”

Li Mo nodded helplessly, then drilled out of the window and stepped on the eaves of the heavy rain flower building, his footsteps brought a crisp sound.

As soon as he showed his head, he attracted several pairs of hot eyes.

While all the monks were wary of each other, they all looked at Li Mo, and they all had an idea in their hearts, that is, to kill each other.

Each shop generally accommodates four or five monks, and as long as Li Mo dies, the quota can be vacant, maybe he has a chance?

A large number of monks paid attention to the Qinghonghualou, and they didn't know how the Futu monk could find a young monk with no name.

Li Mo narrowed his eyes and observed the monks who were surrounding him.

The monks are mixed, and there are obviously those who deliberately approach the Qinghonghua Building, after all, whether there are shop places or not, the interests involved are very large.

A fox-faced boy walked out of the crowd with a folding fan in his hand, bowed to the shop with his claws and thanked him, and the monk beside him looked jealous.

"If you disturb the three seniors, Li Zhen, the king of Xiaosheng, will die."

He ignored Li Mo, and naturally revealed that he had a fourth-level cultivation in the total horn period, and his spiritual power was relatively pure, unlike his scattered cultivation background.

"The master of the family, Fu Daoren, drank wine with the predecessors of Futu some time ago, and I wanted Xiaosheng to come to the Qinghonghua Building to serve dogs and horses."

Wang Li Zhen was talking endlessly, not noticing the three Futu monks at all, and looked at him with a kind of pity.

Li Mo slowly walked to within ten meters of Wang Li Zhen, and the desert map crackled in the wind.

Wang Li Zhen turned his head and said with a smile: "This Taoist friend has mellow spiritual power, and it is not bad to have such cultivation at a young age, but it's a pity that ......"

He seems to be gentle on the surface, but in fact, his attitude is like teaching his juniors, revealing his disapproval of Li Mo everywhere.

Wang Li Zhen saw that Li Mo still refused to back down half a step, and he was suddenly angry in his heart.

He stretched out his left hand, and the claws hidden in his fingertips were already attached to spiritual power, thinking that if he touched Li Mo, it would at least be a heavy blow.

Han Cai couldn't help but laugh, and dozens of little spiders popped out of his mouth.

"Fox."

Wang Lizhen only felt a force of gravity hit his chest.

He then saw a fiery red fox appear on the eaves, and the raindrops evaporated to form a thick mist, and the scene was extremely terrifying.

The red fox bit Wang Li Zhen's body, and without waiting for the latter's reaction, he directly bit off his head.

Wang Lizhen's head was still conscious, and he could only watch himself fall into the water, and finally his consciousness fell into eternal darkness.

Li Mo still has a lot of things to do, how can he waste it on Xiaoxiao.

With the blessing of his strong traces, the size of the red fox broke through the upper limit of seven meters, and it only stopped when it was close to nine meters.

A fox roared.

The raindrops flew like arrows from the string.

Sanxiu would rather face the monsters in the water than be the enemy of Li Mo, and suddenly moved away from the eaves of the Qinghonghua Building in embarrassment.

Han Cai muttered, "Is it the Dao body? ”

"It is absolutely impossible for the Yang Yuan Sutra to reach such a level, it is definitely an innate Dao body."

The Futu monk said firmly: "It should be... A leakless body? ”