"What's going on in the Far West?"

Mo Ming frowned, Uncle Sihai went to the Far West, and Fan Tan also went, which made him unconsciously remember everything that happened in the Far West.

The first time he heard the name of the Extreme West Land was in the Hundred Refining Sect, and for that time, Mo Ming knew that it was because the disciples of each sect were going to participate in the trial. And he also experienced that nine-death event.

A trial, an accident, took away many people's lives, Ye Xuanxuan and Liu Rumei, two young girls in their prime turned into dry bones, Mo Ming is still vivid, and there are more people buried in places they don't know.

Perhaps, thirty years later, when the trial opens again, many people will find that there are so many white bones in that place.

That terrifying Buddhist world still makes people feel palpitations when they think about it now.

The black fog, the red blood, the hideous ghosts, the terrible screams, and the sudden changes all seemed very weird.

These pictures are like a mystery hidden deep under the Nine Shadows, and the unfolding of various signs seems to be inextricably linked to everything that happened in Tongtian Mountain.

Mo Ming didn't know what those things were, and he didn't know if those things really had anything to do with Tongtian Mountain, but his intuition told him that they were dangerous.

At the beginning, Luo Jianzong and the major sects went to the ruins of Dao Tianzong to try, but Uncle Sihai did not go.

Mo Ming was very glad to hear such news at that time, because of those changes, if Uncle Sihai really participated in the trial, it would be very dangerous.

And now, Uncle Sihai has gone to the extreme west again, Mo Ming can't help but be a little worried, worried about whether something happened there and whether Uncle Sihai will encounter any danger.

Or, Mo Ming was wondering if Uncle Sihai had learned the news of his participation in the trial, and deliberately went to the extreme west to find traces of whether he was alive.

No one knew the news of Mo Ming's departure from the small world of the Rakshasa Sect, and the last incident caused many people to die in it, and the living people also left, even Senior Brother Murong Qingzhuo didn't know that he had left.

"If Uncle Sihai really went to the Kutuo Relic Land, I'm afraid he would think I was dead, right?" Mo Ming couldn't help but think, and then shook his head and put these thoughts away.

Now that Fan Tan is gone, the idea of wanting to ask him for the news of Uncle Sihai has also failed, and it is unknown why the other party went to the extreme west in such a hurry without even caring about Master Xuanqing's alchemy codex.

"Forget it, let's take one step at a time, I just hope that everything is fine with Uncle Sihai and my sister, and when my cultivation is improved and I have enough strength to deal with everything, I believe that everything will eventually be unraveled!"

Mo Ming shook his head and returned to the inn.

In the next few days, Mo Ming did not go out of the door, completely locked himself in the secret room, and cultivated quietly.

One by one, the pills were chewed and swallowed into his stomach like jelly beans, and then turned into pure spiritual power as the exercises worked, casting the Dao platform in his body.

For seven days in a row, Mo Ming swallowed almost half of the pill he had purchased, and cultivated frantically.

The Dao platform in his body representing the early stage of foundation building has become more and more condensed, the spiritual light on it has escaped, and the breath is at least thirty percent stronger than before, and the realm in the early stage of foundation building is not only completely consolidated, but also one level further, only one step away from the middle stage of foundation building.

And the jade box on the platform is becoming more and more mysterious, and the dense air surrounds it, which looks very extraordinary.

For this jade box, Mo Ming never knew what it was, but for the Luo Tian Chaos Sutra that came out of it, he felt more and more powerful.

This exercise seems to be different from ordinary exercises, and he didn't feel anything at the beginning of his cultivation, but the more he cultivated, the more Mo Ming realized that the spiritual power he cultivated was much richer than that of ordinary people.

This point, he used the beginner exercise of the Hundred Refining Sect "Changchun Induction Qigong" to verify, if the two exercises are similar at the beginning, then they are far from the same later.

Especially now that Mo Ming has reached the early stage of foundation building, if there is a bowl of spiritual power in his body after Changchun causes cultivation to the early stage of foundation building, then the Luo Tian Chaos Sutra has a basin.

Moreover, as you cultivate in the future, the purity of your spiritual power will also increase, and the operation will be smoother.

It was hard for Mo Ming to imagine what this was, he only felt that the Luo Tian Chaos Sutra should be extraordinary, at least much better than the secrets of those great sects, and there were still many things in it that could not be understood, and they needed to be cultivated to a certain level of cultivation to understand.

Seven days of cultivation had given Mo Ming a lot to gain, and by the time he walked out of the secret room and came to the bustling streets of Fang City, it was less than a day before the auction was held.

Mo Ming first went to the Treasure Pavilion to buy some pills again, and then wandered around, while seeing if there was anything else that would help him, on the other hand, he was also quietly inquiring about what had happened in the Immortal Cultivation Realm recently, especially about the Extreme West, he wanted to know if something really happened.

And this time, Mo Ming really heard some news about the Far West.

Most of them are still stuck in the trial more than half a year ago, because many genius disciples have died, which is very embarrassing.

And some of the recent news Mo Ming heard intermittently, and he didn't know it very clearly, but there were some special words that he memorized.

Subsequently, Mo Ming deliberately went to the Treasure Pavilion to buy these classics and check the news in this regard.

It didn't take long for him to be stunned.

"The extraterritorial battlefield is about to open?"

Mo Ming muttered in a low voice, he had heard the words 'extraterritorial battlefield', but the results of his search surprised him.

The so-called extraterritorial battlefield is a world outside this world, where it is vast and vast, even larger than this world, and it is a remnant of the great worlds of ancient times fighting each other.

For the first time, Mo Ming knew that under this circumstance, in addition to the world he was in now, there were many immortal cultivation worlds.

And the Burial Star, a name that is so ancient that many people have never heard of it in their lives, also appeared in Mo Ming's field of vision for the first time.

If Mo Ming hadn't deliberately selected these classics to check today, he wouldn't have known that these three words represented the world he was in now.

In addition, there are many worlds in the place that is collectively called extraterritorial, outside of the Burial Star.

Each of those worlds is a big star that exists under the Huanyu, and there are countless immortal cultivators in it, and there are also many horrors.

The extraterritorial battlefield is a special place, it does not belong to any realm, it is like a world that exists in the cracks of this universe, and it will only open when a certain amount of time is enough. And it connects every realm.

Whenever an extraterritorial battlefield opens, countless monks enter it to fight and seize the treasures inside.

And in the extraterritorial battlefield, the treasures really seem to be innumerable, there are elixirs left over from ancient times, magic weapons left over from ancient times, and countless herbs and demon beasts that grow in them.

And more of them are the white bones of the forest that have been buried here for countless years.

The book in Mo Ming's hand doesn't record a lot, except for the initial introduction, there is nothing worth noting, so people can't continue to understand it.

However, if his prediction is correct, then the extraterritorial battlefield is indeed about to open, and the location should be in the extreme west.

Because the orientation of each extraterritorial battlefield is not fixed.

It's just that I don't know if Uncle Sihai or Fan Tan went to the extreme west precisely because of this.

Mo Ming shook his head, thought about it for a long time, and finally took the things away and left the inn.

Originally, he wanted to find another classic book on this subject, but time was running out, and the largest auction of the year in Hanshanfang City was held.

Mo Ming came to a huge attic in the center of Fang City, and there were already many monks at the door, so needless to say, they were naturally here to participate in the auction.

Mo Ming glanced at it lightly, and immediately became a little surprised, because the weakest of these monks also had the cultivation of the thirteenth layer of Qi Condensation, and the highest one was already beyond the scope of his perception.

There was a long table in front of the attic door, behind which sat several young monks, who were taking them in.

Anyone who wants to participate in the auction must hand over 3,000 spirit stones as a qualification to participate in the auction.

Obviously, not everyone can participate, because there are so many monks in the whole market that it is impossible to fit in this attic if they all participate.

Moreover, handing over these spirit stones is also to prevent some poor monks from getting mixed in and taking up positions.

Mo Ming learned about this information when he knew that there was an auction. Without much hesitation, he took out three thousand lower grade spirit stones and threw them to the young man.

And after the young man got the spirit stone, he threw Mo Ming a jade plate and a white mask.

Mo Ming was a little surprised, thought about it, put the mask on his face, and then stepped directly into the attic.

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This chapter is yesterday.,The author's area hasn't been opened.,I couldn't upload it last night.,It's been like this until now.,I can only borrow the noon time to upload it in the Internet café!

There should be no problem with the evening update, and I will find someone to look at the network in the afternoon.