In the stone workshop, Xia Tuo didn't speak, and the stone knife was in a cold sweat, and he was chilled for a while, lest Xia Tuo suddenly make a move.

In Beacon City, it is not only who has a hard fist who can survive, but also has to test his eyesight, which is the experience he has gained from many years of living in Beacon City.

Damn things, it's cheap for him to die, things that don't have eyes, and they don't look at people.

The eyes of the stone knife didn't look at the headless Yizi on the ground, took out a spiritual object emitting purple light from his arms, and handed it to Xia Tuo.

This is an apology.

"My lord, please take it."

Xia Tuo took the purple light spiritual object, turned around and left the stone workshop, the stone knife couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, a pair of eyes looked at the strong men around him, a touch of fierceness flashed in his eyes, Xia Tuo can't deal with it, he can still deal with these guys who come to eat meat.

Leaving the stone workshop and walking on the stone road in the city, Xia Tuo played with the purple light in his hand.

This purple spar is the size of a baby's fist, like a stone not a stone, like a wood but not a wood, you can't see the material, there is a black spot in it, but the purple light is flickering, you can't see what this black spot is, and even isolate the peep of the spirit.

In the end, he put the purple light spirit object into the storage space, and waited to take it back to the tribe for the fat brother to see.

Then I walked around the Beacon City, and came to the Beacon City because of the curiosity of the slave owners, and the other was to see if I could get any news about the small world of the Beacon Realm.

Beacon City covers an area of 100 miles and is controlled by a strong man of loose cultivation, as for whether this strong man of loose cultivation is a slave owner, Xia Tuo has been wandering around the city for a long time, and he has not heard the slightest news about the slave owner.

Obviously, the things about the slave owners are hidden in the dark, and the warriors who come and go to the Beacon City on the surface are not aware of the secrets.

Maybe some people are the owners of Beacon City on the surface, but they are slave owners in secret.

Half a day later, he heard an interesting news, there is a ghost market in Beacon City, and there are many unsightly things in the ghost market from the surrounding areas, large and small tribes.

As the largest chaotic ancient city in the surrounding area, Beacon City has gathered warriors from all walks of life to barter.

The most famous thing is that a hundred years ago, an ancient sword appeared in the Beacon City, and then this ancient sword has appeared in the ghost city eight times in the past hundred years since it first flowed out of the Beacon Ghost City.

Almost every once in a while, the ancient sword will reappear in the ghost market, and the person who gets the ancient sword dies unexpectedly, whether it is a big minister or a well-known strong man, without exception, they all die after getting the ancient sword, and they die very miserably.

Hearing the news, Xia Tuo's first reaction was that it was a pity that the fat brother was not there, and the ghost market was the fat brother's home field.

On the wide stone road, there are stalls all over the place, and there are people in the past, each of them exudes a fierce atmosphere, if you want to gain a foothold in the Beacon City, you must be more ruthless than others, who is not ruthless and cannot stand steadily.

Walking and walking, Xia Tuo stopped, he noticed that there was an aura behind him that followed him two streets, and among the crowd of people, the young man in leather armor did not run, but walked straight up to Xia Tuo.

A foot away, the young man hugged his fist at Xia Tuo.

"This lord, the deacon of the Lower City Lord's Mansion, was ordered to send a ghost city ghost order to the lord!"

As he spoke, the young man handed over a dark iron diamond-shaped token in his hand, and when he saw Xia Tuo catch it, he bowed down again and quickly disappeared into the crowd.

Ghost City Order.

Voucher to enter the ghost market of Beacon City.

Xia Tuo was playing with this ghost city order, which seemed to be cast in black iron, exuding coldness, with animal patterns depicted on it, a grinning grimace on the front, and a monster with three heads on the back.

Beacon City is really strange, what happened in the stone workshop before fell into the eyes of the Beacon City Lord's Mansion, I didn't expect the City Lord's Mansion to have such a strong control over the city.

It's only been a long time before I come to the door.

......

At night, the Beacon City is still very noisy, with warriors shuttling through the city, and the stalls on the stone road are still full of people.

This is not a ghost market, the real ghost market is on that street near the center of the city.

Every night, the street in front of the castle lord's mansion will be blocked by ghost soldiers, and those who get the ghost market order can enter the ghost market, and when the time comes, whether they get treasures or stones depends on their eyesight.

As for the warriors on the surrounding streets, there is no ghost market order, and they can't enter the ghost market, so they set up stalls outside, hoping that someone will come out of the ghost market and see if they can exchange for something.

Outside the stone path near the ghost market, a team of ghost soldiers dressed in black and wearing grimace masks guarded, checking the ghost market orders of the warriors who came and went.

Xia Tuo saw that the few people in front of him were not the same as the ghost market order in his hand, and every martial artist who held the ghost market order would get a ghost face mask and a wide cloak.

Different ghost market orders get different grimace masks, and he saw a total of three grimace masks.

The aura on the white grimace martial artist is that of an ordinary Heavenly Vein Realm martial artist, and there are even Mountain Opening Realm martial artists.

The red grimace mask, the strength of the person who obtains it is not weak in the Heavenly Vein Realm, and the person who has opened up at least twenty or more Heavenly Veins.

The black grimace mask is worn by the peak martial artists of the Heavenly Vein.

When it was Xia Tuo's turn, he took out the ghost city order given to him by the young man during the day, and the ghost soldier who checked the ghost city order gave him a purple grimace mask.

The Ghost City Order is divided into several levels, the lowest level is the Spirit Order, and the warriors who have obtained the Spirit Order are also the most, that is, the warriors who wear white ghost masks.

Above the geist is the Night Wandering God, an ordinary Heavenly Vein Realm martial artist wearing a red-faced ghost mask.

Above the Night Wanderer is the Day Wanderer, who wears a mask with a black face.

The highest level is the purple ghost face mask in Xia Tuo's hand, and it is also the highest level of the ghost venerable order, representing the strength of the Divine Hidden Realm.

This is the rule set by the people behind the ghost market, in order to distinguish the strength of the warriors who participate in the ghost market.

The people behind the ghost market call the ghost market a ghost snake, and there are ghosts in the ghost market, ghost soldiers, ghost generals, judges, impermanence, etc., these are the people behind the ghost market and the ghost master's subordinates.

Entering the ghost city, Xia Tuo always felt that the void above the center of the city was covered with a faint layer of black mist, which isolated the sprinkling of moonlight and made the street a little more gloomy.

The scene of the ghost market is not the same as the outside world, there are no stalls on the entire street today, and the figures wearing wide cloaks and grimace masks are hurrying towards the direction of the City Lord's Mansion.

Outside the City Lord's Mansion, the magic runes flickered, creating a passage that shimmered with silver light.

"The ghost snake, it turned out to be the ghost snake, the ghost master opened the ghost snake, is it possible that there is a treasure this time. ”

"Hurry up, the ghost snake hasn't appeared for five or six years, and this time maybe there really is a heavy treasure. ”

Figures walked past Xia Tuo's side one by one, and a faint voice reached his ears, and there was excitement in his tone.

The Beacon City Ghost Snake is a small cave heaven secret realm, which was changed into a barter place by the ghost master, but this barter secret realm does not appear often, and the last time it appeared was six years ago.

That time, three heavy treasures appeared in the ghost, the cursed ancient sword, the witch seal, and the heart of the fire spirit.

The cursed ancient sword is the ancient sword that has appeared eight times in a hundred years, and every person who gets the ancient sword dies, hence the name cursed ancient sword.

Wuzun Wuzun Witch Seal, is the essence of a Wuzun powerhouse who has been enlightened all his life, don't look at Qiao'er so simple promotion of Wuzun, in fact, in the border wasteland, Wuzun and above the strong people are very rare.

Ten years ago, the Wuzun Witch Seal was obtained by the Luoshui Bo Department and inherited by a wizard in his clan, and now it has become a real Wuzun.

As for the heart of the fire spirit, it is the manifestation of the rhyme of the way of fire, and you can quickly comprehend the way of fire when you get it.

Six years ago, the person who obtained the Heart of the Fire Spirit was a strong man who had cultivated to the Divine Treasure Realm, but unfortunately not long after he got the Heart of the Fire Spirit, he was killed by an elder from the Eastern Fire Spirit Department and took away the Heart of the Fire Spirit.

Although the treasure is good, if you want to survive, you really have to weigh yourself and do what you can.

With everyone, Xia Tuo entered the ghost snake, this is a small cave heaven secret realm, the mountains are undulating, and everyone directly appeared in a valley after entering.

The sky in the secret cave is very dark, and there is a bronze fire platform around the valley, burning with raging fire, illuminating the valley, and the beating flames illuminate the human figures, like ghosts and shadows.

In the deepest part of the valley is a tall stone platform, under which stand ten ghost soldiers wearing black armor and ghost masks, each of whom has the strength of the peak of the Heavenly Vein.

On the stone platform, there is a little man with a ghostly smile, who is the judge of the ghost market.

Xia Tuo entered the ghost, and the purple grimace mask on his face scared many people.

With him moving forward, the figure in front of him was about to explode with a small temper, but as soon as he saw the appearance of the mask, he wilted and got out of the way.

Ghost Venerable, this is the top powerhouse in the Ghost Dragon.

In Xia Tuo's view, the ghost snake is more like an auction, there are rows of stone chairs under the high platform, and he sits on a stone chair in front of him casually, waiting for the ghost market auction to open.

Next, many figures came in one after another, each finding a place to sit down, but there were no figures sitting on the stone chairs in front of and behind Xia Tuo.

In addition, the martial artists who entered the ghost snake, and the ordinary spirit mask person, all fell far behind and did not dare to step forward, this is the experience handed down by the previous ghost dragons, with countless blood and bones.

The ghost snake is opened, life and death are rich and noble, and the treasures exchanged from the ghost snake cannot be regarded as their own, only when they go out alive can they be regarded as their own.

For example, a certain martial artist exchanged for a piece of spirit crystal, and at this time the fight began, and the one who paid for it may have hung up early, and the one who got the spirit crystal in the end may not be who it is.

The ghost market does not stop anyone's killing, and after the treasure is easy to come out, they have already been rewarded, so who the treasure belongs to depends on their ability.

Hearing this rule, Xia Tuo felt that the ghost market was very good at doing things.

Because he has no money.

So get resources with your fists, it's good and powerful.

Half an hour later, the ghost dragon was no longer in the warrior, and the dwarf judge standing on the stone platform exuded coldness with a ghost smile mask.

"Everyone, welcome to the Ghost Snake, I am the Ghost Judge, and I am presiding over this barter conference at the behest of the Ghost Lord. ”

The judge's voice was hoarse, and it spread all around, making people feel cold.

The purple mask was worn on his face, and the outside world naturally couldn't see the change in his expression clearly, Xia Tuo looked towards the stone platform, he was more and more interested in Beacon City.

The little man on the stage is a powerhouse of the Divine Hidden Realm.

Such a person is enough to open up a department in the outside world, but he is willing to be nameless in this dark and gloomy place, is it a distortion of the heart?

Or is it a nervous disorder?

Or is it the wrong tendon?

"The first treasure, the cursed ancient sword. ”

Then the black light in the judge's hand flashed, and a rusty ancient sword about three feet long appeared in the eyes of everyone, and from afar, there was a vicissitudes of life and a simple aura overflowing.

Wow!

The moment the cursed ancient sword appeared, the aura in the entire field suddenly became messy.

The sword did reappear.

Ninth time!

It's only been six years since the last time it appeared, and the last time he got this ancient sword was Luo Hongfeng, the Supreme Elder of the Superior Luojia Tribe.

At this moment, everyone was very concerned about the safety of Elder Luo Taishang.

The ghost judge did not hide it, he opened his mouth to curse the ancient sword, and generously told everyone that this sword had already killed eight masters, and whoever was not afraid of death would come and continue.

Xia Tuo looked at the ancient sword, about three feet long, the sword body was wide and thick, showing an octagonal sword shape, and the vertical and horizontal concave and convex beast patterns could be faintly seen under the rust.

At the hilt of the sword is a dragon button, and the handle body presents a dragon pattern.

The ancient sword exuded an ancient rhyme, and no matter how you look at it, you can't tell that you have killed eight masters.

The little sword is very fierce.

"Five hundred spirit crystals. ”

At this time, a ghost venerable with a purple mask sitting in the front row of the stone chair spoke up.

Of course, five hundred spirit crystals were too low for the ancient sword, and when the ancient sword first appeared, it was raised to fifty thousand spirit crystals by several ghost venerables.

It's a pity that with every time the Lord Devourer, the value of the ancient sword continues to fall, and now it is simply falling below the minting fee.

After his voice fell, the entire audience was silent, and no one said a word, not even the other three purple ghost-faced ghost venerables were silent.

Everyone was silently congratulating the ninth Lord of the Ancient Sword on his way to death.

In front of everyone's eyes, this purple-faced ghost venerable, the aura on his body was bulging, and he suppressed it after a few breaths, he originally had the attitude of trying it out, but he didn't expect that there was really no one to bargain.

It's embarrassing.

"The Cursed Ancient Sword belongs to this Ghost Venerable. ”

Seeing that no one bid again, the judge shook his head slightly, but a sword has been sold nine times, and it can still squeeze out five hundred spirit crystals of oil and water, which is okay.

As he spoke, the judge threw the ancient sword towards the purple-faced ghost venerable, but the next moment, a spirit crystal appeared in the purple-faced ghost venerable's hand, flew sideways into the air, and collided with the ancient sword.

Then the spirit crystal shattered, and the ancient sword fell downward, and the tip of the sword pierced into the ground.

The next moment, a long river of spiritual light appeared on the purple-faced ghost venerable, and five hundred spirit crystals flew to the stone platform, he didn't want the ancient sword, but the spirit crystals didn't dare not pay.

ps It's two shifts today.,Eight thousand words.,It's really not moving.,Serious insomnia in the last two days.,Plus the hot weather.,Today I'm completely confused.,Dizzy.,There's a feeling of wanting to vomit.。

I didn't change it at night, so I took a break.