Why are there so many obelisks?

Zhang Biao was shocked.

Also, that weird noodle induction.

As far as he knew, Fang Xiangzong was not a sect with any origin, but a world of witchcraft that had grown, and it was only after absorbing the experience of monks from all walks of life that it slowly formed twelve veins.

The world in which it is located was originally rampant with demons and evils, and it was precisely because of the rise of Fang Xiangzong that the human race in that world prospered.

Unfortunately, it was later destroyed by the Demon Dao.

The Fang Xiang Mian he got was already a treasure at the sect master level, why would there be a new one?

Could it be that there is a secret behind Fang Xiangzong?

Many questions made Zhang Biao fall into deep thought.

Of course, he didn't act rashly.

The art of dreaming can still play a huge role in the original ancient Yuan realm, but in the vast world, there are many people who are good at this technique, and all forces have corresponding prevention techniques.

In those areas, there are terrifying forces, and he is afraid that he will be attacked if he only senses it through dreams and explores deeply.

It's that face, it's in the ghost market!

Without the slightest hesitation, Zhang Biao immediately pinched the spell, put away the spell, and even hid the Dream Obelisk.

There are many miracles and magic methods in the world, he can sense it, maybe others can do it, anyway, he has memorized the direction, and it is better for the dragon boat to show up less.

Whoa......

As soon as he put away the spell, there was a noise outside the courtyard.

Zhang Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, and the murderous intent flickered.

He had already guessed that this place might not be peaceful, but he didn't expect that before he could settle down, someone would come up to disturb him.

Of course, he was also on guard.

Squeak~

The wooden door was opened, and a man in black lay outside.

Judging by the body shape, it should be a teenager, wearing a black tights, made of a spiritual material similar to snake skin, covered with fine scales, and still rapidly changing color, the same color as the dust on the ground.

A thief stealing a skyscraper?

As soon as he saw this outfit, Zhang Biao guessed his identity.

He stretched out his hand, and the black mask on the other party's head flew out instantly, revealing a face full of scars, obviously left by the fire, looking hideous and terrifying.

Caught in the door, the boy rolled his eyes, his eyelids fluttered wildly, and he fell into some kind of illusion.

Zhang Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he turned his eyes to look at it from afar, and then lost interest.

The young man's name is Situ Boya, which is considered to have some origins.

The other party was originally the son of a shopkeeper in Qianbao Pavilion, but because of a business mistake and the family business was taken away, he disfigured himself and ran to this ghost market, worshipping an old thief who stole the sky as a teacher, and escaped a catastrophe.

This little guy doesn't mix well in the ghost market, and it's because he has just arrived that he is ready to come to play an autumn breeze.

Syllable!

Zhang Biao snapped his fingers, and the other party immediately woke up, looked around, opened his mouth, and obviously wanted to ask for mercy.

"Get out!"

Zhang Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he said softly.

The boy didn't say a word, turned around and ran.

Looking at the other party's departing figure, Zhang Biao shook his head.

The other party's background is miserable, but he is not interested in helping, in this magic nest, there are almost no good people, looking weak, he can give you a knife when he turns his head.

After cleaning up the shop and simply laying out the formation defense, Zhang Biao put on a black robe, turned around and went out.

This small shop is only used to cover up temporarily, and all the important items are carried by him, even if someone comes to steal them, it doesn't matter.

It's late at night, but the ghost market itself has formed a ghost market, which is difficult to distinguish between yin and yang, and is shrouded in green fog all year round, so there is no concept of day and night.

Zhang Biao walked in it, mobilizing the five senses of the immortal Dao body, and the noisy sound poured into his brain again.

"The thief who stole the sky tower missed, it seems that this newcomer is a hard stubble..."

"Fart, that little thief is not even Jin Dan, he can be fooled by Yuan Yu's gang, most of them are also stupid..."

"Brother Luo, is there any news about that?"

"I heard that some mysterious people came, and the treasurers of the Thousand Treasure Pavilion personally received them, it is estimated that they are the Five Turbidity Demon Cultivators, and they are negotiating..."

"Hmph, there have been grudges for thousands of years, some people will be separated by life and death when they meet, the magic path is united, no matter how you look at it, it's a joke!"

"Go with the flow, how to decide from above, we little people can only follow suit."

"Brother Wu, what you said is true?"

"That's nature, the ghost path powers refining the supreme clone, the spiritual materials required are amazing, and they are blocked in the river by the small Sumeru realm, and they have already made a list to Your Excellency Qianbao..."

Feeling the malicious or cold gaze around him, Zhang Biao's face was calm and his heart was secretly happy.

This ghost market is coming to the right place, and I got a lot of information in a blink of an eye.

Unlike the Five Turbid Demon Dao, the Ten Demon Dao is more autonomous and is not completely controlled by the demon spirit.

Therefore, the parties are still negotiating.

There are also those great powers of the ghost road, and they are really hooking up with the demon way, but this news can be spread in advance.

Yu Wanjing is negotiating with the Little Sumeru Realm, and this news may be used as an opportunity for the forces of all parties to unite.

Of course, Zhang Biao has already learned well.

His current foundation is not stable, and his Taoism is insufficient, and this news is best revealed through Xuanhuang.

Soon, the main body located in the Youyun City informed the Chiyin Yuanjun of the matter through the Xuanhuang Order.

How to use it, these powers are far more powerful than he can play.

After doing this, Zhang Biao concentrated on finding the face, and along the direction in the dream, he unconsciously came to a towering building.

In the dark high-rise building, lanterns are hung, and in the dim light, people in black robes come and go, which is very lively.

Jinglou?

Zhang Biao was a little surprised, he didn't expect to be in this place.

Yuan Yu introduced before, this is the place where the stolen goods of the Tianlou are stolen, could it be that the noodles were stolen from?

After taking a casual look, Zhang Biao immediately entered it.

The appearance of this scenic building is very strange, integrated into the secret art of the cave, it looks like a crumbling and dangerous building from the outside, but when you enter it, it looks extremely huge.

It's a bit like a supermarket in the previous life, but it's made up of grottoes, with suspended stone stairs leading to a higher level.

The ghost fire flickered, and there were many people in the middle.

Trading here obviously has its own rules.

Although Zhang Biao was unled, he listened to the voices and discussions of the people around him, and quickly figured out what to do.

In the Jinglou, each cave has its own characteristics, from spiritual materials to magic weapons, from living people to dead souls, there is everything.

The quality is a little worse, and the way of buying is a bit like gambling, messy and mixed in a box, allowing you to wait and see from afar, and then shout the price, and the one with the highest price wins.

As for what you can buy, it's all a matter of luck.

And good things, naturally, are directly auctioned, each layer of caves, has its own auction house, perennial auctions, almost never stop.

This novel way can obviously sell all the thieves for a good price, although Zhang Biao is interested, but he doesn't care about shopping, according to the induction of the face, he came to the second layer of the cave.

When he came to a grotto, Zhang Biao stopped and turned his head to look.

It was also a miscellaneous auction hall, filled with chests, dimly lit, and green lanterns on either side emitting vague illusions, preventing the monks from probing.

Different from the deserted grottoes I had seen before, this place was extremely lively, and there were many black-robed people standing inside and out, all of whom were attentive and staring at the boxes in the grotto.

They, too, are communicating with each other.

Zhang Biao listened intently and knew the reason.

This is a stolen goods that have just arrived in the sky, although the news is covered up, but how can there be an impermeable wall in the world, and its source has long been known by these old fritters.

The unlucky guy is his old acquaintance: Xiangliu!

Since the world pattern has changed, Xiangliu's fate is not much better than Xuanhuang.

They were originally composed of a group of masters, like wolves and bandits, shuttling through various worlds and plundering, among which there were many evil and even demonic masters.

For example, the psychic ghost venerable was once a person in Xiangliu.

The world has changed greatly, and these masters have also left one after another, concentrating on helping their own forces and making arrangements.

Xiang Liu's strength has been greatly reduced, and he still has some ambitions at first, but several actions have been destroyed, and like Xuanhuang, he chose to shrink his strength and hide secretly.

When they are weak, they are naturally targeted.

These things were stolen by the master of stealing the Heavenly Tower, from the Five Yin Dharma King, one of the Nine Great Dharma Kings, and he made a trick to lure people away, almost emptying the entire treasure house.

The better stuff is all in the auction room above.

Here, it's all sundries, which attracts a lot of old ghosts to gamble.

The guard of the stall was an old man in black, with messy hair, a faint red light flashing in his pupils, and his face was pale, like an evil ghost.

"You're all optimistic!"

He said a word in a hoarse voice, then opened a limit, and the movement was fast, but when the aura inside overflowed, he quickly closed it and slammed it on the stone platform.

"Guys, make a bid..."

The old man snorted, and said no more.

"Five catties of copper."

"Eight pounds."

Several of them quickly bid, the rest remained silent.

They gambled, all looking at the overflowing aura just now, although there was an illusion to cover it up, it was vague, but they could roughly distinguish what it was.

There is no anger at each other, and if you think it is inappropriate, you will give up immediately.

This kind of atmosphere can also reduce a lot of trouble.

Finally, it was the turn of the box containing the noodles.

As usual, the old man showed a crack.

This time, however, something went wrong.

"Roar!"

As soon as the box was opened, a large amount of black mist erupted from inside, turning into a hideous face and letting out a terrible roar.

"Look for death!"

The old man's eyes were slightly angry, and his withered hands and claws reached forward like shadows, and then quickly retracted.

The face of the black mist lost its brilliance, as if it had been drained of its soul and gradually dissipated.

Soul Reapers?

Zhang Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, and he was vigilant.

He had obtained the inheritance of the Sea Clan's Sky Stealing Tower from Zheng Nishang and knew this technique.

When you first cultivate, you can silently steal things from other people's arms, but when you refine to the depths, you can steal people's souls and spirits, and even steal through storage magic weapons.

"Hey..."

Seeing that the black mist ghost face was robbed, several black-clothed people suddenly sighed, and couldn't help but speak: "The remnant soul of Monk Jindan, Luo Lao, you have taken all the good things, and how can we bid." ”

"Love or not."

The old man smiled grimly.

His behavior is obviously harmful to the public and private interests, but in the territory of stealing the sky, no one dares to say any nonsense.

"Three catties of copper."

"Five pounds."

"Ten pounds!"

Although those people complained, their bids were unambiguous, after all, there were Jindan monk remnant souls inside, and maybe there were portable magic weapons.

"Twenty pounds."

Zhang Biao suddenly opened his mouth and directly doubled the price.

The noodles in the box mean a lot to him, and he can only be arrogant if he has an accident.

"Where's the idiot?"

"I didn't play like that..."

Sure enough, it immediately attracted the attention of several people.

Zhang Biao didn't bother to pay attention to it, directly took out the dark copper, took the box, and left quickly.

Behind him, several men in black also glanced at each other and followed closely.

And all of this was seen by the young man Situ Boya, who was let go by him before......

(End of chapter)