At sunset, under the west mountain, the willow tips on the moon. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The silvery moonlight reflected in the water of the pool, reflecting patches of deep blue and darkness.

"Ding!"

After the body of the god of Ying Zheng dived underwater, it was like a small raindrop in the sky falling on the pool water, splashing a few waves slightly.

The further down you go, the darker the light becomes, and the darker the water becomes, but that's not a problem for any monk.

In the blink of an eye, Chen Bailu's doppelganger had already found the location of the dark river, and on both sides of the dark river, there were many strange patterns densely drawn.

Most of them are patterns of some ancient people fighting with fierce beasts, domesticating fierce beasts, driving fierce beasts, and various sacrificial rituals.

"Looking at the appearance of these patterns, not only has it been many years since then, but the existence of this dark river is by no means a day or two.

In this way, this ghost market may really be just a meeting I happened to encounter it. ”

After traveling all the way down the dark river for about ten miles, Chen Bailu finally understood why there was no one guarding here.

Because just this dark river is not something that anyone who has not broken through the third layer of Qi refining can sneak into.

With a "poof", Chen Bailu's doppelganger finally broke out of the water and flew out.

"Huh!"

For the first time, Chen Bailu's doppelganger had already sensed it, and he didn't know that a divine sense and gaze began to concentrate on him.

"There's a new person here, and it looks like it's a little raw!"

"Don't be too troubled!"

At the end of this dark river, there is a large hollow grotto, more than ten zhang high, and hundreds of zhang in radius.

The night pearls swirled and arranged on the surrounding rock walls, emitting a faint light, but it made the grotto look more and more eerie and terrifying.

"Humph!"

A cold snort, an abrupt cold sound, came out of the mouth of the god clone.

The reason why the gods are gods, where the divine power lies, every word and deed, every move, is the blessing of divine power.

Although this ghost city is mysterious, the monks who come here may not have a high enough level of cultivation.

What's more, a monk who has truly cultivated to a certain level will often not easily provoke some unknown existence.

As the cold snort of the god clone fell, every syllable seemed to have turned into a sharp sword, the divine knife, and between the hands of the knife and the fall, it had cut off those peeping divine thoughts inch by inch.

"Poof!"

"Hmm!"

A series of voices came, and almost no one was able to bargain for the slightest advantage in the cold snort of Chen Bailu's god clone.

And none of these people had the slightest thought of revenge in their minds.

After all, the people who can appear here often don't choose the unwise method of hitting a stone with an egg.

The god clone walked all the way until a man wrapped in a dense black mist said: "A powerful person is a powerful trading partner!"

I have a lot of demon beast corpses here, cherish ores, herbs, and want to exchange for some universal magic weapons, talismans, and pills, I don't know what this new friend thinks?"

"Most of them are a Southern Barbarian cultivator! Cultivation is probably also at the seventh layer of Qi refining. ”

The judgment of the god's clone about the identity and cultivation of the other party in his mind flashed away.

As the grotto suddenly fell into a large silence after the other party spoke, the god clone finally spoke: "Since you have come here, you are naturally doing business, but it is just ......"

Speaking of this, the god's clone flipped his wrist, and there was already a small sword overflowing with blue light, about a foot long, and a dragon carved on the sword body.

Slightly urged with divine power, the next moment, two cyan dragons were born on top of the little sword, turning into two light clusters, constantly swimming around the small sword.

"The Shuanglong Split Sea Sword is refined from the four seas under the abyss of the sea, and the dragon qi is infused to awaken the true dragon breath originally bred in the sword. After three years of gestation, these two dragons were born, which can bless the sword light, swallow gold and break jade, and spread clouds and rain.

The forty-five layers of prohibitions have all been consummated, and you only need to collect a suitable evil qi to break through immediately, I don't know if you are interested?"

This Double Dragon Sea Splitting Sword also comes from the White Lotus Sect's secret treasures, and it is one of the few proud magic weapons in the third underground palace.

It's just that for Chen Bailu, no matter how good these magic weapons are, after all, they are far from the supreme instrument cultivation method of the Shangqing Sect up to the Great Dao, and being able to make some contributions here is where their greatest value lies.

"The sword is a good sword, but the attributes of this sword ......"

The man who was wrapped in black mist stared at the Shuanglong Sea Splitting Sword in the hand of the god clone with greedy eyes, and at the same time depretended to be critical of Chen Bailu.

Before Chen Bailu could wait for Chen Bailu to be led by the other party's nose to reduce the price, not far away, a female cultivator wearing a flaming red wide long skirt and a black veil had already stood up and said, "This sword is very much to my liking, let's make a price!"

Heroic, the arrogance of women who do not let their eyebrows, of course, this time, in the end, is rooted in its amazing strength and financial resources.

"You ......"

The man in the black mist originally wanted to take the lead and see if he could buy this double dragon sea sword from the god clone at a low enough price. But he didn't want to, the red-clothed nun who suddenly killed him halfway had already disrupted all his plans.

"This fellow Daoist is the first person I came into contact with, don't you know what it means to come first and come first?"

A gloomy voice sounded, but the red-clothed nun didn't pay any attention to the threat in it.

"There is also a saying in the ghost market that you come first and come first, I think you are practicing and going crazy, and you have hurt Zhihai!"

"You ......"

"What, do you still want to do it?"

The god clone saw that the man in the black mist was already churning with mana, as if he might make a move at any time. But in the end, due to some scruples, Zhi Neng put down his voice: "In that case, I'll wait for my ability!"

After that, he immediately transmitted to Chen Bailu's divine sense: "This fellow Daoist, I have here a corpse of a Howling Mountain Tiger comparable to the sixth layer of the Divine Transformation Realm of Qi refining, a seven-hundred-year-old Ginseng King, and a fist-sized copper mother.

The Ssangyong Split Sea Sword used to trade your Excellency, I don't know what to do?"

And after Chen Bailu removed his indifferent gaze from the other party's expectant cheeks, the woman in red said with a very domineering voice: "Spirit stones, materials, talismans, pills, what your Excellency wants in exchange, just open your mouth!"

However, looking at the woman in red who looked confident, the god clone said lightly: "The thing I want to exchange for this treasure is very precious and not precious, but it is not for him to change!" (To be continued.) )