Best Ascension

Chapter 344
At this moment, the abnormal situation here has attracted many greedy and malicious eyes nearby.

suddenly,

A hoarse voice came from Zhao Sheng's ear: "Hey, it turned out to be a 'fishing' stall! Tsk tsk, I just got into trouble with this when I first came here. I don't know whether to say you are unlucky or lucky."

Zhao Sheng followed the prestige, and saw that it was a one-armed black-faced man in the booth next to him who spoke.

"My fellow Taoist, what do you mean by that?" Zhao Sheng asked.

The one-armed man looked at Zhao Sheng, and came over via voice transmission: "The rules of the ghost market, anyone who intentionally harms others will be killed, and everything on the stall belongs to others.

If you don't want to do it, let me do it.When it's done, I get half of the stuff. "

After Zhao Sheng heard this, he immediately came to his senses, but he deliberately said in surprise: "According to fellow Taoist, if someone intentionally kills the owner of the stall, but claims that the other party is a fishing stall, then it is not just taking advantage of the loophole of the ghost market."

The one-armed man smiled coldly after hearing this, and said disdainfully: "It's not so easy to take advantage of the ghost market's loopholes, but you don't know that there are gods standing three feet above your head!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped talking, as if he was a bit taboo.

As soon as the man finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the end of the street, regardless of the stall in front of him.

"I want this loose dirt crystal. As for the mask of the altar god, you put it away yourself. High and low is also a low-grade spiritual weapon, it's cheap for you kid."

"Hmph, the Shinto exercises are demanding and cost too much. It's not as free as my mother's teaching. I teach the "Great Free Immortal Method". There is no need to eat fast and recite the gods, and there is no need to accumulate merit. Just recite the name of the mother god , the realm of cultivation will increase rapidly, which is a hundred times stronger than other divine methods."

There was another whirlwind, and Zhao Sheng appeared in a strange land with dim vision and black mist in the blink of an eye.

There was a bang, and a pale white femur suddenly hit the ground vertically.

Before Zhao Sheng could respond, someone next to him immediately retorted: "You think it's beautiful, this is a third-tier pill, how can a little clam compare to it.

Zhao Sheng smiled slightly, and said: "It's very easy. I have a copy of "Bai Ri Li Huo Jue" here. This skill is the Wu family's secret skill in Dian Cang Province. It should meet your requirements."

Half an hour later, Zhao Sheng saw that he was almost done, so he stood up, looked around, and said loudly: "If I want to get a few statues of Wutong God, I must have been worshiped for at least 300 years. There is no upper limit on the number. .

It's a pity that they couldn't come up with something that moved Zhao Sheng for a while, so they could only watch eagerly.

Only then did he notice that his current appearance was the same as that of others, his face was blurred and his figure became hazy, like a ghost.

"Hey, fellow daoists, don't worry, this is a real ghost market, and the outside is just a cover to fool those ignorant fools."

"What is this place?"

The surrounding area was obscured by the fog, and the boundary was not visible. As soon as the consciousness was released, it was swallowed by the black fog, and the range was less than one foot away.

Talking about half a month, even if it is several years or ten years, I can afford to wait.Fellow Taoists, if you are interested, just go and get what you are looking for.Anyway, I will not let you down. "

Seeing this, the one-armed man's face changed slightly: "Hey, it turns out that you are also a fellow of the Foundation Establishment Realm. Disrespect just now, disrespect!"

"Hey, the old lady is missing something for the town house, and this tiger bone is just right. What do you want to change?"

"No way! There are still masters in Diancang Province who dare to dig the temple of Hujun? It's really a matter of money and life! It's up to the master to fight the tiger! If the emperor of Beiqiao is furious, the ghost will suffer again." The one-armed man muttered in a low voice.

After a full quarter of an hour, someone actually took out a low-grade magic weapon, the Flying Spirit Bracelet, in exchange for this ghost-faced peach.

To put it bluntly, the lowest femur bone was taken from a tiger demon of Jindan level.

After the person's voice passed through the black mist, it sounded a little fuzzy, but it was barely audible.

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding air suddenly surged, the black mist violently churned, and at least half of the black shadows stood up.

As soon as the man finished speaking, many figures in the crowd stood up and shouted urgently.

"Huh, this person is actually a foundation cultivator, the ghost market is really not easy." Zhao Sheng's eyes moved slightly, secretly surprised.

No matter what kind of treasures people come up with later, they always feel that it is a little less interesting than the ghost face peach, which is not interesting.

Zhao Sheng didn't care about this stuff, but suddenly said with disappointment: "I heard that there are many treasures in the ghost market, but I was very disappointed when I saw it today. It's just a bunch of junk that can't be put on the table. It’s also thanks to outsiders who boasted so much.”

After finishing speaking, Zhao Sheng asked again: "Dare to ask you, when will the ghost market start?"

In the dim environment, a figure suddenly stood up, and said in a flat tone: "It's almost time, since no one is here, let's start the ghost market trading."

Seeing this situation, Zhao Sheng immediately put it into the spirit animal bag.

"I have a second-level high-grade spirit snake, which has lived for nearly 600 years. There is nothing to say about its spirituality. I want to change it to a fire-attribute golden core exercise. Can fellow daoists get it?"

"Stop coming, password!"

When the dust of this transaction settled, the atmosphere of the ghost market suddenly fell into a low ebb for a while.

"One part of Tiandao's condensed alchemy formula, and a foundation-building corpse with three spiritual roots."

Then, the two successfully boarded the Black Stone Platform.

Seeing this scene, everyone's last trace of doubt finally dissipated, and their hearts were very hot.

Zhao Sheng didn't speak anymore, just waited quietly.

Having said that, he has no intention of returning the things.

The two left, but the transaction did not stop. After a moment of silence, another person spoke.

The man looked around, paused, waved his hand,

"The leg bone of a thousand-year-old tiger is extremely precious. It can be used to refine beast-suppressing staffs and tiger puppets, and it can also be used as the main material for bone banners. If refined properly, it can at least be a middle-grade spiritual weapon."

"Great! I'll change, I'll change!"

The ground of this place was dark brown, soft and sticky, as if it was paved with some kind of flesh or in the body of some huge creature.

The speaker nodded, and then the two turned around a few steps and disappeared into the black mist.

The surrounding black mist shook slightly, and many people stood up one after another.

"Fellow Daoist saw it very accurately, yes, this thing just came out of the Temple of the Tiger King." The man answered immediately.

Zhao Sheng nodded, thinking that the people behind the ghost market could turn a ghost Chi Xiuluo into a living corpse, and dare to use it as a watchdog.

After a while, no one came in.

When the one-armed man heard this, his eyes flashed brightly, and he said with a smile: "Fellow Daoist seems to want to find some real treasures. Anyway, you really found the right person today. Follow me if you have the guts."

Zhao Sheng's heart moved, and he asked: "Could it be that this ghost market is actually run by a respected god? I don't know which god it is?"

In addition, I also need bats, toads, hedgehogs, and snakes. The higher the spirituality and grade, the better.

"A journey to the gods at dawn, a road to ghosts without worries!"

"Just wait patiently!" The one-armed man said casually.

The one-armed man spoke harshly for a while, looked up and looked around, and suddenly showed a bit of panic on his face.

Zhao Sheng's tone of voice was too loud, and everyone couldn't help but look sideways.

One hit kill, clean and tidy!

The one-armed burly man is cheap and good-looking.

"Fellow Daoist, can you..."

Zhao Sheng didn't take the mere low-grade spirit weapon to heart, he just took the mask into his hand with a thought, and then randomly put it into the Nakong seal.

"Hey! I heard that the Hujun Temple in Beiling County was torn down. Is this tiger bone dug out from the statue of Hujun? If it is, the old woman wants it." Another sharp voice sounded, although it looked down upon Although she doesn't have a face, but it can be heard that it is a female voice, and the voice is obviously hoarse, but it gives people a special sense of charm.

At this time, someone shouted again: "I know where there is something you need. You only need to wait patiently for ten days and half a month, and the treasure will definitely come to your door. I just don't know if you can wait?"

"Looking for secrets, treasures or panacea to prolong life, you can trade with equivalent items."

There was a dark spear sticking out of his chest, and the blade protruded from his back.

Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly, looked around, and saw the shadows of people around him, and he could vaguely see one by one black figures sitting on chairs made of countless white bones.

Zhao Sheng said loudly: "The ghost market is here, and I will come here often in the future. And what I want is not right away.

Congealing Golden Pill is a third-order treasure pill monopolized by Tiandao Sect. Its function is similar to Jiejin Pill, and it is a pill to help break through the realm of Golden Pill.

Many people sent voice transmissions, and after a while, the tiger bone finally fell into the hands of the person who claimed to be the old woman.

The two walked along the ghost market street, and soon came to the end of the street. There was no one selling a stall here, and there was only a round black stone high platform empty. A huge willow tree as large as a mountain was carved on the outer wall of the stone platform. There are countless weird images of monsters and ghosts.

The man was tall, with an ugly face, scars all over his body, his skin was black and blue, and he looked like a ghost who came out of hell.

As long as I can come up with something that I am satisfied with, whether it is to exchange for a magic pill or a magic weapon.I also promise to make you satisfied. "

"Fellow Daoist, how do you address him?" Zhao Sheng found a white bone chair and sat down, at the same time casually asked the one-armed man sitting next to him.

After speaking, someone stood up, turned around and walked into the depths of the black mist, and Zhao Sheng followed silently.

"My fellow Taoist. Although the Sa family doesn't have a statue of the god of five powers, they do have a second-order reckless clam. I wonder if I can exchange it for a condensed gold elixir?"

Just now I heard the meaning in the words of fellow Taoists, I am afraid that I have to go all the way to the way of God.I have a secret book of "Mountain Sutra of Mote on the Great Dao", which allows me to cultivate unearthed supernatural powers during my lifetime, and once I have achieved great success in cultivation, I have a chance to become a mountain god after death and enjoy the ultimate bliss.Fellow Daoists can consider it. "

"Since that's the case, I've seen a one-armed fellow Taoist in the prison ghost."

After a while, everyone saw that a transaction was successfully completed, and both parties were very satisfied.

"Fellow……"

Zhao Sheng shook his head and declined politely: "Although the spirit weapon is good, it's not what I'm looking for."

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng nodded knowingly.

"Wutong God is an evil god and wild god. It has been strictly prohibited by Tiandaoism for thousands of years, and has been attacked and destroyed many times. Wutong Temple is even rare in the countryside. It is difficult to find the statues that Taoists want.

This fellow Taoist, this old man has a god-slaying flying knife in his hand, which can kill people ten miles away after being refined, and it is at least a high-grade spiritual weapon in terms of grade..."

There was a low noise on the scene, it seemed that this treasure was very attractive but also very tricky.

Squeak!
Dabai seemed to be extremely frightened, screaming crazily as soon as he entered this place, trembling all over his body.

The appearance of the ghost face peach immediately set off a wave of climax, and everyone competed for it one after another. The price was getting higher every time, and the treasures sold became more and more precious.

"Fellow Daoist, take a step to speak!"

This move is tantamount to slapping the face of Taoism. The owner of the ghost city is really daring, and of course it is very "interesting".

"Shut up! I didn't say anything just now, so don't ask too much. I won't bring you a disaster!"

In an instant, a ball of black light exploded on the table, and the two of them disappeared suddenly.

Isn't the so-called ghost market just a place where living people trade with ghosts?

"If you can take out a thousand-year-old five-handed god statue, it's just a condensed gold pill, I'll change it!"

However, this is enough.

After about half an hour like this, people came in one after another and sat on the bone chair.

Beside the black stone platform, a weird "person" was squatting half-sitting and half-reclining.

After finishing speaking, he raised his hand, and a black light shot out like a shooting star, instantly piercing through the head of the stall owner who was screaming on the ground.

As soon as the words fell, a figure stood up from the shadowy figure, and said coldly: "Fellow Daoist, can you and I take a step to talk."

"I have a statue of a thousand-year-old hedgehog, and I need to discuss it with fellow Taoists alone." At this time, a sound transmission suddenly came from Zhao Sheng's ear.

"Your Excellency is speaking too much. Could it be that the old man wants a condensed gold pill, and you can get it?"

The one-armed man hurried forward to say the password, then rushed to Zhao Sheng, and explained in a low voice: "This ghost Asura is very fierce. I remember that half a year ago, a certain ruthless man who had achieved great foundation building relied on his advanced cultivation and wanted to He tried to force his way in, but was stabbed to death by Ghost Shura, so you must obey the rules when you enter the ghost market."

He showed this tiger bone, which is eight feet long and has a thick thigh. The bone is crystal clear like jade exuding a charming light, and the texture is heavy and hard. A terrifying higher creature.

The situation is just right.This eerie and gloomy atmosphere came immediately.

"Yes!" Zhao Sheng glanced around and agreed very readily.

"It's easy to say, just call me Old Poison Arm. No one in the ghost city will give his real name, just give him a code name."

Soon, someone responded: "500-year ghost face peach can prolong life by three years. The price is that after taking it, you can never see a ray of sunlight, and it is easy to turn into a ghost after death."

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand and saw Dabai jump up, lightly landed on his shoulders, crouched down, and followed with big strides.

The rules of the ghost market are peculiar. Once both buyers and sellers agree to a transaction, no one else can stop it.

As soon as Zhao Sheng took ten steps, other people became shadowy, and the surrounding fog also began to increase, isolating sound and video.

After walking about ten feet away, the surrounding area was surrounded by thick black mist, and there was no sound.

The man stood still, Zhao Sheng also stopped, and looked at him. Although he couldn't see his face or figure clearly, he could roughly tell his height, up to his chest at most.

(End of this chapter)