"Token ......"

In the end, Chu Mu couldn't suppress the regret in his heart and fixed his eyes on the token.

He hadn't forgotten that the cause of all this was because of this token.

The token is diamond-shaped, dark gold in color, the front is engraved with the word blood killing, the font is blood red, at a glance, there is an indescribable sense of blood, and the back is engraved with a quaint pavilion hidden in the clouds.

Chu Mu tentatively probed into his divine sense, and the moment his divine sense touched the token, a stream of information poured into his mind.

Chu Mu held the token in a daze, and after a while, he reacted, exhaled a breath of turbidity, looked at the token in his hand, and his eyes seemed to be a little more uncertain.

The token is not a mortal thing, but a token of an organization called the Blood Killing Pavilion.

If that's all, the token will naturally be of little use, but judging from the information left in the token, this organization called the Blood Killing Pavilion is a recognition of orders and not of people.

That is, those who hold the Blood Kill Order can become a member of the Blood Killing Pavilion, do things for the Blood Killing Pavilion, and thus receive rewards.

This token is equivalent to a token with no identity restrictions.

As far as the information left in the token is concerned, there is a contact point in the Fengming Mountain Black Market.

Chu Mu frowned and thought silently.

Things seem to be very clear, the original owner of this token, it is estimated that he is performing some kind of task, and he does not dare to carry the token with him, so he hides in room 56.

As a result, he was killed by the angry Jade Emperor Valley Foundation Building Powerhouse, and he happened to rent Room 56, the black-robed man must have known about the existence of the token, so he targeted him.

"Recognize the order but not the person...... Fengmingshan Black Market ......"

Whispering, looking at this token again, Chu Mu's eyes seemed to have a little more unpredictable meaning.

With this token, as well as the phantom mask, this Fengming Mountain black market, he really has to take a trip.

It's just a pity that there are dozens of spell experiment scrolls, and I don't know if Jade Emperor Gufang City can go back......

After thinking about it, Chu Mu put away the token, took out a broken spirit, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes and spit it out.

In a fight, the soul was damaged, but the body was not too strong, some skin injuries, nourished by mana, woke up, and it was already better.

Next, we have to wait for the wound of the divine soul, under the influence of the illusory long knife, to completely heal, and the trip to the black market of Fengming Mountain can begin.

If not, if he was injured, Chu Mu would not dare to run around.

And the slow healing speed above this divine soul was far beyond Chu Mu's expectations.

It took half a year for him to heal from the wounds he suffered.

It's late autumn again, the autumn wind is bleak, and the leaves are flying.

In the cave, Chu Mu slowly walked out.

Half a year of spring and autumn meals, and when he escaped from the Jade Emperor Valley, he was in a hurry and didn't bring a single piece of clothing, and now, Chu Mu has become a savage again.

The cloak was scattered, the clothes were ragged, but the eyes were still bright and deep.

[Name: Chu Mu.] 】

[Skill: Basic Knife Technique (Ascending to the Peak) 2356/10000, Fireball Technique (Ascending to the Peak) 12/10000]

【Forging Formula (1000/1000)】

【Flame Break 1st Floor (678/1000)】

[Alchemy: Dragon and Snake Soup: Pure Fire (1300/2000) Bigu Dan: Beginner Practice (96/100)]

[Radiance value: 2003.3%]

Half a year of spring and autumn, day after day of the fire broke through the layer of cultivation, and finally crossed more than half.

The cultivation of the basic sword technique, with the appearance of that illusory long knife, the progress has also slowed down a lot.

However, the cultivation of the fireball technique still maintains a high speed, and the fireball technique constructed by three spell inscriptions on the left and right does not appear as mysterious anomalies as the knife technique.

This fireball technique, for him, has long been incomprehensible.

The entry into the country is fast, as if it is normal.

At the time of popularization, the fireball technique that had reached the peak was already equivalent to instantaneous, and the power had also increased a lot, Chu Mu calculated that under the normal spell casting state, the power of the fireball technique should be about 0.5 degrees.

The extreme casting is estimated to reach the power of 0.8 degrees, or even 0.9 degrees.

But the blessing and the misfortune, the mana of the first layer of his cultivation of qi is a limit after all, and the improvement of the realm of the fireball technique has also brought about an increase in the consumption of mana, even if the cultivation of the first level of qi training has now been more than halfway, but the increase in mana is only just enough to make up for it, and it is far from being rich.

However, even so, Chu Mu estimated that with his peak fireball technique, it would definitely not be difficult to deal with ordinary first- and second-level immortal cultivators who practiced qi.

After all, even the black-robed man at the beginning had not seen any other magic weapons except for this phantom god mask.

The vast majority of immortal cultivators use spells as a means of attack and defense.

It's basically the same starting point, then it depends on whose realm is higher, whose spells are more proficient and powerful.

"I've got to buy a defensive spell ......"

Chu Mu thought in his heart that when he was fighting with the black-robed man, the golden mangs of his whole body that almost made him helpless must be some kind of defensive spell.

Although it may be because the black-robed man's cultivation is much higher than him, which leads to the indestructibility of the defensive spell, it can also be seen that the defensive spell is also an indispensable existence for immortal cultivators.

Thinking in his heart, Chu Mu had already walked out of the cave, and his soul had been healed, and this Jade Pillar Mountain naturally had no need to stay any longer.

The trip to the black market in Fengming Mountain is also on the agenda.

Running in the mountains, not moving between the treetops, although he has not learned any body skills, but with his inhuman physical fitness and control of physical strength, he is not weaker than any secular body method.

The surrounding terrain, Chu Mu has long been familiar with the terrain, and he is rushing through the mountains, and the direction of progress is like Fengming Mountain, which is hundreds of miles away.

A few hundred miles is nothing to any immortal cultivator, and the body nourished by the mana of the aura is already extraordinary, and it is easy to travel four or five hundred miles a day.

If you don't sleep and travel thousands of miles a day, it is not impossible for immortal cultivators.

After a day and a night of hurrying, Fengming Mountain, which had been thinking about it for more than half a year, had already appeared in Chu Mu's field of vision.

Chu Mu took out the card that Wang Mazi gave at the beginning, and at this moment, it seemed that he was in Fengming Mountain, and a small arrow appeared on the card, which seemed to be guiding the direction.

Looking at the card, Chu Mu pondered for a moment, looked up at the sky, and checked the disguise of the Phantom God Mask, and then followed the guidance of the arrow on the card and walked towards the Fengming Mountain.

As soon as I stepped into Fengming Mountain, the long-lost feeling of peeping came to my heart.

Chu Mu pursed his lips and looked around as if inadvertently, but did not find anything abnormal.

But apparently, he was targeted.

Outside the market, it is a place of disorder, and outside the black market, it must be completely disorderly and chaotic.

Chu Mu had no doubts.

Right now, he could only hope that the disguise of the Phantom God Mask would be able to frighten the immortal cultivators who were secretly peeping.

Under the camouflage of the phantom god mask, the cultivation aura is all converged, who knows if he is a layer of qi cultivation or a strong foundation?

Killing people and grabbing treasures without capital, everyone wants to do it, but they have to be absolutely sure, stunned, they can't live long, not to mention, they are still in this black market.

Chu Mu was very indifferent, at least on the surface, it was as easy as walking in his own backyard, and even he directly used the "Linghui Blessing", with the help of the charm of Linghui, making this disguise more bluffing.

It seems that as he thought, the deterrence brought by the unknown still frightened the peepers, and the secret peeping soon dissipated.

Step by step, it was a secret peeping again and again, and for Chu Mu, it was like crossing back and forth in front of the ghost gate again and again.

The back is already soaked, the surface is still indifferent, but the heart is already a wave.

Although he had been mentally prepared before he came, he really experienced being secretly spied on again and again......

Fear!

There is only fear.

Obviously, if he didn't have this phantom mask, he would run over with the mentality of fighting hard, and it was estimated that he wouldn't even be able to enter Fengming Mountain, and he would be slaughtered easily.

Even if there is this phantom god mask, it is just pretending to be mysterious and bluffing, it is equivalent to a paper tiger, looking at bluffing, in fact, it is ...... Poke it and it breaks!

Rumble!

Boom Boom!

A series of roars sounded, not far from Chu Mu's side, and the mournful sound of begging for mercy was clear in his ears.

"Let me go, I'll give you all the spirit stones!"

"Spare me, spare me!"

Chu Mu glanced at it, but saw a head rolling down, bloody and bloody, and the murderous man searched for the spoils of war, and then flew into the sky and disappeared from his field of vision.

And in my ears, the roar of this fighting method seems to be a little endless.

It seems, everywhere?

Chu Mu tried his best to calm himself down, and walked slowly along the guidance of the arrow.

It took about a quarter of an hour for Chu Mu to stop.

"It's ......"

The arrow points to a mountain peak, a straight cliff that soars into the sky.

Just when Chu Mu arrived, he saw with his own eyes that several immortal cultivators dressed in black robes and covering their faces with cloth towels walked out of the cliff one after another.

In the mountains behind him, you can faintly hear the roar from the fighting method, such a roar, it seems that since he entered the mountain, until now, it has not stopped.

"Hand it over!"

"Don't think I can't recognize you!"

"Don't run!"

Right in front of me, a sudden change occurred.

I saw that one of the immortal cultivators who walked out of the cliff at the beginning, after coming out, they flew into the sky, and the two immortal cultivators who came out immediately after him shouted angrily, and they also took off the imperial weapon and chased away.

The scene of chasing and fleeing was suddenly staged in front of his eyes.

And the other immortal cultivators who came out later were obviously accustomed to it, some took the opportunity to follow them, and some were indifferent and left alone.

However, a few glances also fell on Chu Mu.

Chu Mu glanced at it, pretending to be calm, his expression was as usual, and under the "blessing of spiritual light", there was also a bit of indescribable profundity in his eyes.

Under the disguise of the phantom mask, it is obviously difficult to see the abnormality.

In a few steps, under the gaze of a few eyes, Chu Mu also walked calmly towards the rock wall, and his body slowly sank into the rock wall with his steps......

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(End of chapter)