Uncrowned Evil Emperor

After exiting the alley, Feng Jueyu's face sank like water, watching the direction where Master He turned the corner and disappeared for a full hour, and then he found an inn in Fangshi and settled down.

With nowhere to go, he could only choose a place like an inn to stay temporarily and make plans later.

The inn in Shaojiafang City is not in the center of Fang, but in a very far place. Outside of Fang City, there is a big mountain in the south, named Yunwu Mountain. It is shrouded in clouds and mist all year round, and steep cliffs can be seen everywhere. Dozens of them are as thick as giant pillars, piercing directly into the cloud peak.

Although the terrain of Yunwu Mountain is dangerous, it was used by Shaojiazhuang to dig out caves in all directions of dozens of peaks. These caves are the guest rooms of the inn, which is unique.

After handing in a few pieces of chalcedony as the accommodation fee, Feng Jueyu lived in it. Among the dozens of mountain peaks, there were several towers with six stories high, which were places for drinking and chatting. It's full of seafood, which is much better than the so-called Baiyan-grade elixir.

After traveling in Hongtu for many years, Feng Jueyu has already realized that the Dragon Emperor's old set has long been outdated. Grades and grades of skills are actually his subjective ideas, and cannot represent the great world. In the past, on the periphery or even the fringes of the mainland, everyone listened to the Dragon Emperor and worshiped him as a god, but in the inner circle and core areas, they refused to accept it. More and more people obeyed the Dragon Emperor.

Especially when the Dragon King disappeared from Hongtu Dashi, the hundreds of clans broke away from the Dragon King's rule and each occupied one side, and the previous Dragon King's routine was moved out again.

For example, there is no clear classification of elixirs, but the uses and values ​​of elixirs indicated on the elixirs and scrolls handed down from the Tianyuan era are simple and clear.

For example, Feng Jueyu saw several kinds of elixirs in the market, and when they were sold, they clearly marked which type of people were suitable for taking them, and each elixir was divided into four grades: low, medium, high, and top grade. Most of the low-grade and middle-grade pills are easy to obtain, but the high-grade pills are much more difficult.

On the journey of cultivation, the later the stage, the more difficult it is to break through. The same is true for pills. Middle-grade pills are already popular, and top-grade pills are indeed rare. As for the legendary top-grade pills, let alone people who have seen them There are few, it can be seen that Hongtu Dashi's water is much deeper than Feng Jueyu understands.

After staying in Donggufang City for a whole day, although he didn't hear any reliable news, Feng Jueyu still gained something, and this gain was a better understanding of the fringe area of ​​Hongtu Dashi's core.

In the dead of night, it was the best time to practice. However, in Lingjian Island, people were still singing and dancing. The lights in the big and small squares were flickering, as bright as day, as if they had no intention of closing the market. Feng Jueyu felt strange. When he walked out, he saw that, There is no sign of closing the stalls in the square market. Although there are not as many people as in the daytime, in the inn in Shaojiazhuang where I live, there are still people flying out of their residences and entering the square market after a few ups and downs. After wandering around inside, I flew back with a few bottles full of interest.

What Lingjian Island lacks most is masters who have retreated for several years or decades. Because people don't know what they need when they are practicing, so if they lack it, they will immediately go to the market to buy it. It doesn't matter if the savings are clean, you can rent a booth from Shaojiazhuang, sell your useless things or barter for the treasures you need.

Such a cycle, there is no reason not to improve one's skill.

It was only then that Feng Jueyu realized the importance of the existence of Spirit Sword Island. It can greatly meet all the cultivators' needs for cultivation. Except for killing and fighting, everything can be obtained in exchange, and anytime, anywhere.

I don't know if this is the case in the core area?

Full of novelty, Feng Jueyu couldn't sleep at night, his mind was full of Master He's words, he walked to the entrance unknowingly, glanced over, and saw the booth that caused the disturbance during the day, at this time the booth was empty, I thought the stall owner had already closed the stall, but Killer Fengda had an idea.

This person knew what kind of tool Master Wang Lu was refining the Zhuxin Pen, and would he also know about the double-winged scale fish? Thinking of this, he looked around.

There is no shortage of disciples to maintain law and order in Fangshi, these disciples are from Shaojiazhuang, Feng Jueyu found a young man in his twenties, walked over and asked, "Did you see anyone setting up a stall here during the day? "

The young man glanced in the direction of his finger, not to mention that he really knew that person, the young man said: "Oh, you said Senior Yu, he lives in the inn, but I don't know if he is there now Yes, you can go to the inn to inquire."

"Thank you." Feng Jueyu was overjoyed when he heard the words, and returned to the inn with a little luck.

Of course, he couldn't look for them one by one, he could only hope that the man would show up in several restaurants without sleepiness, and use the chalcedony he bought during the day to spend his days and drinks.

In fact, this kind of probability is extremely low, only monks who do not seek to make progress and have no future will give up on themselves and choose to use alcohol and sex to numb themselves in order to comfort themselves.

After wandering around several restaurants, he did not find the stall owner he saw during the day. Although he had already expected that the chances were not high, Feng Jueyu still felt sad. From this point of view, if he wanted to find out the whereabouts of the double-winged scale fish, I am afraid that he will have to start with the master surnamed He.

It was late at night, Feng Jueyu didn't plan to stay in the restaurant anymore, he was going back to the inn to rest, but just when he was about to leave, he saw a few people standing up suddenly in the last restaurant.

When he entered the restaurant earlier, his attention was always looking for the stall owner during the day, and he didn't pay attention to the noise in the restaurant. These few stood up and didn't attract the attention of other drinkers, but they came out in a hurry. Jue Yu walked out of the restaurant one step at a time, and the person at the back unexpectedly bumped into him.

Feng Jueyu frowned, the man seemed to be aware of his recklessness, and said, "I'm sorry."

Then he left in a hurry.

Thinking that these people had something important to do, Feng Jueyu didn't take it to heart. It was nothing at first, but then two more left in a hurry. Coincidentally, after they left, they left in the same direction as the previous three left. orientation.

Then, the monks who appeared alone left one after another, and some of them chose to leave the restaurant whispering in twos and threes. After a while, there were five or six tables vacant in the restaurant. What surprised Feng Jueyu the most was that these guys left in the same direction.

"Is something wrong?"

Feng Jueyu's heart skipped a beat, thinking that there is nothing wrong with left and right, so why not follow up and have a look.

Thinking of this, he also left the restaurant, stood up and followed those people far away.

He didn't know where the destination of these people was, he only knew that under the cover of the moonlit night, these people were getting faster and faster, and when they were about to leave Shaojiafang City, they directly chose to fly blatantly.

Those monks with companions are fine, but there are still many solitary monks among them. It is late at night. You must know that Hongtu Dashi is in danger everywhere, and it is not peaceful. So many people in the middle of the night, regardless of the danger, leave in the same direction. Strange, the more Feng Jueyu thought about it, the more something was wrong, so he had to speed up to catch up.

About three hours later, he followed the crowd to a small island, which is an unnamed island far away from Shaojiafang City. The small island is not big, but it is overgrown with thorns. It was still dark and shrouded in fog The small island has a ghostly feeling.

When those people arrived at the small island, they flew down one after another, and immediately plunged into the forest full of thorns and wild trees and disappeared. Feng Jueyu thought for a moment, and decided to go to the island to find out what happened, but he was not so reckless, and He turned his head and flew back, until no one saw him, then dived into the sea, escaped by water and returned to the island again, and changed into the earth escape technique, quietly looking for the traces of those people.

Although the island is not big, the terrain is extremely complicated. The mountains are not too high and dangerous, and the pools are not too deep. There are jagged rocks everywhere, and there are countless valleys. The valley bottoms are connected with each other. It is completely different from the formation. The magic of nature's creations is by no means comparable to that of a monk. If you are not familiar with the terrain, it is easy to waste time and trap yourself here. What's more interesting is that the plants on this small island seem to emit A thick mist separated the spiritual consciousness, at least up to this point, Feng Jueyu, a monk who had seen it before, couldn't find it.

He still doesn't believe in evil, so he magnifies his spiritual consciousness. Usually, when his hearing is broken for several miles, it's not easy to use.

In desperation, Feng Jueyu could only choose to be careful, drilled out from the ground, and slowly searched under the cover of woods and thorns. As time went by, the sky gradually brightened, the light was no longer dim, and the field of vision began to widen However, the fog on this small island is very strange. The brighter the sky, the thicker the fog. If you observe carefully, there are some tiny sparks floating around in the fog on the small island.

Mars is extremely terrifying, when it encounters the power of divine consciousness, it will burn, and then turn into more sparks, in order to cut off the power of divine consciousness.

Killer Feng, who felt even more bizarre, paused, took a deep breath, and was shocked. It turned out that he had misread it. The fog on this island was not fog, but a kind of terrible volcanic ash and smoke, which evaporated. Starting and continuing, as the sky brightened, the surrounding temperature also continued to increase.

"what……"

Just when Feng Jueyu was surprised by the island's environment, a shrill scream came from the front, and the wind killer who had already collapsed into a string was shocked, and quickly restrained his breath and stopped , and quickly escaped into the ground, following the direction from which the sound came.

About a hundred meters away, a slightly familiar voice came over: "Hmph, following the old man, don't you want to see where this is?"

"This is... Master He?"

Hearing this not-so-distant sound memory, Feng Jueyu was refreshed.