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Chapter 80 What does what Gui Li did have to do with me, Zhang Xiaofan?
The evil light dagger was directly nailed to a big tree, and then a short and fat figure emerged from the void and appeared in front of Zhang Wei.

"Don't panic, fellow Taoist."

The owner of the black market magic shop said with a smile on his face, holding a translucent gauze in his hand, which turned out to be a stealth magic weapon specially used to conceal the breath.

But Zhang Wei simply recalled the dagger and looked at him warily.

The shop owner introduced himself: "My name is Wu Peng. May I ask your name, fellow Taoist?"

Zhang Wei said calmly, "Ghost Li."

Wu Peng complimented politely, "So it's you, fellow Daoist Ghost, in person. I'm so sorry for the disrespect."

Zhang Wei acted impatient and said, "If you have something to say, say it now. If you have to fart, fart now."

Wu Peng was not annoyed when he saw this, but just said: "We are all cultivators of the magic path, and we can be considered half-brothers.

Nowadays, the five major sects are so powerful that the living space for demon cultivators like us has been greatly reduced. Some cultivation resources are too difficult to find. Even if we have bases in some black markets, we cannot help some fellow Taoists get the resources they want.

So with the help of a senior foundation-building magic cultivator from Black Mountain Country, we will hold a trade fair in a secret place every once in a while to exchange things that we don’t need but others need very much. I wonder if you are interested in participating?"

Zhang Wei sneered, "Who knows if what you said is true or not? What if you invite me over and there is an ambush waiting for me?"

Wu Peng sighed and said, "We are naturally aware of your concerns, but we cannot provide any proof for this kind of thing. Although we are cultivators of the Demonic Path and act without scruples, we still have to follow the rules.

If you don't believe me, I won't force you to believe me. I'll just give you this token. If you're interested, you can come to the place written on the token in a month. "

As he spoke, Wu Peng threw a black token with a special restriction to Zhang Wei, then he put on a veil again and disappeared.

After making sure Wu Peng had left, Zhang Wei looked at the token in his hand. It looked ordinary, but in Zhang Wei's eyes it looked different.

"Ah……"

Zhang Wei smiled coldly, looked at the token in his hand, took out a bottle of liquid with a strong smell of blood from his arms and dripped it on it.

The bottle contained human blood essence, which was extracted by Zhang Wei from some prisoners. Except for the magic cultivators, almost no one would carry this thing with them. It is specially used to deal with such situations.

Buzz~~

After the token absorbed the blood, it trembled for a moment, and then the surface layer immediately began to crack, revealing the true appearance hidden underneath. It was a token engraved with a skull, and the location of the trade fair recorded on it also changed to another location.

Obviously, if the authentic magic methods are not used, the cultivator disguised as a magician will probably go directly to the location recorded on the surface of the token after obtaining it.

And then... the end will probably be disastrous.

Zhang Wei was able to know this thanks to Lu Daoren’s diary.

Although this person is not serious, the survival rules of the demon cultivators recorded in it are very serious, which made Zhang Wei feel that he has learned a lot.

Looking at the logo above, Zhang Wei sneered and said, "These guys don't show off their skills until they see the rabbit. They are still on guard. No wonder they can hide it so well."

That’s right, Zhang Wei deliberately provoked the black market robbers.

And the target is this group of evil cultivators in the local area.

Even in the chaotic Black Mountain Country, it is very difficult to infiltrate the Demon Cultivation Cult. It is impossible for them to pull you in just by entering their store and selling some Demon Cultivation items. You have to show some Demon Cultivation skills to make them feel at ease.

Just like that one month later...

In the heart of the Black Mountain Nation, deep in a branch of the Black Mountain near the Black Rain County seat.

Zhang Wei was carrying a huge coffin on his back, walking on a quiet and deserted mountain road, and only stopped when he came to a swamp covered with white fog.

The swamp is full of miasma, and there are ferocious beasts or poisonous insects such as pythons and crocodiles. It is undoubtedly a dangerous place for ordinary people.

But after arriving at the agreed location, Zhang Wei threw the token directly into the water.

Not long after, there was a splash of water, and then a monster that looked like an alligator snapping turtle as big as a millstone emerged from the water, holding Zhang Wei's token in its mouth.

"There are actually spirit beasts?"

Zhang Wei was a little surprised. After all, spiritual beasts were creatures that could only be raised on a large scale by the foundation-building families. It was difficult for ordinary cultivators to support themselves, so raising another spiritual beast that cost more would be a torture for themselves.

Moreover, this alligator turtle monster is quite powerful and is still in the early stage of Qi Refining. If you want to raise a group of such monsters to work for you, you will need a lot of resources.

Zhang Wei thought to himself: "It seems that this Black Mountain Old Demon has some background, maybe he even occupies a hidden spiritual vein."

The Black Mountain Old Demon was the name he had heard about the foundation-building demon cultivator who was organizing the trade fair. According to legend, he was just the son of a poor farmer, but by chance he became a disciple of a demon cultivator and became an immortal. Later, because he made his fortune in Black Mountain, he brought a demonic aura with him wherever he went, so he was called the Black Mountain Old Demon.

This name... I don’t know if there is a Lanruo Temple nearby, and whether there is a locust tree spirit and a female ghost named Xiaoqian in the temple.

Zhang Wei stood on the spirit turtle while complaining in his heart.

Although he and his coffin weighed over a thousand pounds, the spirit turtle still carried him safely through the swamp and onto a small island.

At this time, the island was already crowded with people. Dozens of people, like Zhang Wei, were wearing black robes to hide their bodies. Some were sitting or standing, with a large backpack next to them. They didn't speak, giving people a feeling of secrecy.

Seeing Zhang Wei coming with a large black coffin on his back, some of them were obviously tempted, but they calmed down and waited quietly for the trade fair to begin.

Zhang Wei also found a place and sat on the coffin to take a nap.

As time slowly passed into the night, more and more demon cultivators came to the island, and finally the number reached three digits, almost as many as the remnants of the Corpse Demon Sect who had attacked Izumobo!
And these are only a part of the demon cultivators in Black Mountain Country. You can imagine how chaotic things are here.

The moon was bright and high in the sky. A gust of black wind blew in. Then a young man in black, who looked like a scholar, appeared in the core of the island.

Zhang Wei took a look and found that this person was indeed a foundation-building person! He was just in the early stage of foundation-building, and his enlightenment was only about twenty places.

Seeing the newcomer, the hundreds of demon cultivators present all bowed and said, "Greetings to the Black Mountain Master!"

The Black Mountain Demon waved his hand and said, "It's getting late. Those who haven't come yet probably won't come. Let's get started! I'll start by throwing out some ideas."

This Heishan seems to be quite humble. As a foundation-building cultivator, and a demonic cultivator at that, he actually said such humble words to a bunch of Qi-refining demon cultivators, "I'm just throwing out some ideas to attract jade."

Then, he took out a jade bottle containing nine purple-red ghost baby souls.

Heishan said: "The souls of children who were born at the ninth yin hour and drowned by their relatives are extremely suitable for practicing ghost cultivation techniques. One is worth three hundred spirit stones. Of course, you can also exchange it with Yin Sha grass, one catty of Yin Sha grass for one."

As soon as the Black Mountain Old Demon finished speaking, someone immediately raised his hand and said, "Master, I have three catties of Yin Sha grass and six hundred taels of spirit stones! I'll exchange them for five so that I can practice this Five Ghosts Body Technique!"

"Master, I have two kilograms here!"

"I'll exchange it for one with a spirit stone."

As the nine Yin-time ghost babies were sold, other people also started exchanging things, which opened Zhang Wei's eyes.

What horrified Zhang Wei the most was the source of these magical resources.

Many of them were not obtained by the demon cultivators by actively killing people and slaughtering villages. They just wandered around the Black Mountain Kingdom and got what they wanted in the backward and ignorant villages.

This made Zhang Wei think of the hellish scene he saw when he visited the brothel street in Yundu City.

Perhaps, there has never been any fairy world or devil world.

Yes, but it’s just the human world.

Just as Zhang Wei was sighing with emotion, several demon cultivators came over and asked, "Daoyou, what good stuff do you have here? Let us have a look!"

Zhang Wei jumped off the coffin, opened it and introduced it: "This coffin is a second-level corpse storage coffin, worth two thousand taels of spiritual stones, and there are some spiritual plants inside."

A female demon cultivator asked, "What do you want to exchange?" Zhang Wei sighed, "I was originally a disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect, but more than 20 years ago, my sect was ambushed by the Yunshang Sect in Chuyunfang, and only one in ten survived, so I lost my master.

Although this corpse puppet path is good, it is too eye-catching, so I want to switch to ghost path and take this opportunity to exchange two skills and spells, as well as some magic weapons. "

"I see. Well, I have..."

……

Two hours passed quickly, during which time some people left one after another. The Black Mountain Old Demon put all the gains from his trip into a mustard seed bag, and then looked at the remaining dozens of demon cultivators.

"This trade fair has ended successfully. Everyone, please leave. There is a turtle I raised by the water, which can help you leave safely. I hope we can meet again next time."

"Farewell, Master!"

After bidding farewell to Heishan, the wandering cultivators left one by one. The familiarity they had shown at the trade fair was gone, replaced by a deep sense of vigilance.

Almost no one chose the same direction. Some didn't even use the spirit turtle. They dived directly into the water and left using the water avoidance technique.

Zhang Wei also put some of his harvest into the mustard seed bag, then looked in the direction where the Black Mountain Demon left, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Deep in the Black Mountain Range, the Black Mountain Old Demon, who thought he was safe, suddenly heard a shout from behind him.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

Black Mountain Old Demon: “!”

Without even thinking twice, the Black Mountain Demon immediately used his power to transform into a beam of black light and quickly escaped.

Whoosh————

Zhang Wei behind him was stunned for a moment, then laughed strangely, “Hehehehe…want to escape?”

After saying that, his speed increased dramatically again. Although he did not cast any magic, his speed instantly broke through the sound barrier and he quickly caught up with Heishan who was using the Black Light Escape!

"What!!!!"

Seeing Zhang Wei standing in front of him, Heishan was suddenly shocked and subconsciously took out his magic weapons and talismans to fight Zhang Wei.

But Zhang Wei just glared, and with the burst of spiritual power, Heishan felt his head go dizzy, and he lost control of his body, fell backwards and fell directly to the ground.

Then Zhang Wei stretched out his hand and the Black Mountain Demon's mustard bag broke away from his control and flew into Zhang Wei's hand.

boom!
Heishan fell to the ground, and the pain brought him back from his unconscious state, but before he could make any move, a small bead made of electromagnetic magic sand drilled directly into his body.

Then it quickly decomposed and turned into countless iron sands that were distributed throughout his limbs and bones.

Heishan was suddenly shocked. Although he didn't know what Zhang Wei had done to him, his intuition told him that this was definitely not a good thing!

Heishan coughed a few times, looked at Zhang Wei who landed gracefully, and asked, "Ahem...you...what did you do to me!"

Zhang Wei laughed strangely: "Hahahahaha... It's just a little toy to control you people."

As he said this, he snapped his fingers.

Then Heishan was horrified to find that his body seemed to be out of his control and began to move on its own.

He wanted to restrain himself, but found that once he went against his body's instincts, he would feel intense pain coming from every part of his limbs!
Is this a meeting with a demon master?
Heishan immediately begged for mercy: "Senior...Senior, please spare my life! I am willing to work like a slave for you!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Zhang Wei nodded with satisfaction.

Using the transformed power of divine consciousness, Zhang Wei can now perform some fine control that was impossible before.

For example, now, he is injecting electromagnetic magic sand into the body of other practitioners, and then disperses the iron sand to the whole body of the practitioner along with the blood, using it as an anchor point to achieve the purpose of controlling the other party's body.

As for directly controlling the body's electrical charges and controlling neuron discharges, Zhang Wei is not able to do that kind of delicate work at his current level.

If you try to control them by force, the result will only turn the other person's body into a pineapple shape. It would be better to kill them and give them a quick death.

Therefore, it is very simple to restrain this method. All you need is a high-level magic weapon to protect your own safety, or you have a powerful spiritual power that far exceeds Zhang Wei's to resist.

But the Black Mountain in front of us does not meet any of the requirements.

Zhang Wei put his hands behind his back and said calmly, "What's your name?"

The Black Mountain Old Demon immediately said, "My name is Ning Caichen."

Zhang Wei: "..."

After spending some time and realizing that this Caichen was not Caichen and that he did not have a female ghost wife named Xiaoqian, Zhang Wei disappointedly released the restrictions on the Black Mountain Demon Ning Caichen.

Then he chopped a rock next to him into the shape of a chair with the electromagnetic magic sand. Zhang Wei sat on it with great confidence and laughed strangely, "Hehehehe... Tell me about your experience in the Black Mountain Range."

Why does this demon senior always like to laugh weirdly?
Ning Caichen was confused, but he didn't want to delve into it. After all, there were always a few demonic cultivators with abnormal brains and weird quirks. It was just a weird laugh, which was nothing.

Moreover, his own life was in the hands of the other party, so Heishan dared not show any disgust towards this matter.

Ning Caichen stood aside and said honestly: "Senior, I was lucky enough to build my foundation with the help of a black wind magic energy.

However, the spiritual veins in Black Mountain are scarce, and the only one is occupied by the Liu family, so I can only find a spiritual spring in Black Mountain to practice. On weekdays, I rely on gathering some scattered cultivators to hold trade fairs in exchange for some other cultivation resources. It has been more than a hundred years now. "

Spirit spring?

Zhang Wei was stunned. He didn't expect that Ning Caichen was also lucky.

Places like Lingquan are generally a piece of spiritual pure land formed by the natural formation of heaven and earth due to the unique mountain and river terrain, isolating the dirty air pollution from the outside world.

However, due to its extreme reliance on the terrain of mountains and rivers, it is extremely easy to destroy and is far less stable than spiritual veins. But it is also the ideal place for cultivation for many independent practitioners.

No wonder the Black Mountain Old Demon could raise so many spiritual beasts, alligator turtles, as a casual cultivator.

Zhang Wei asked, "You said you have been in the Black Mountain Range for a hundred years? Then you must be very familiar with the Black Mountain Range?"

Ning Caichen nodded subconsciously, and then Zhang Wei smiled, which made him feel a little chilly.

"In that case, let's go into the Black Mountain Range and take a look. But before that, I'll find some help for you."

Zhang Wei stood up and said, then stretched out his hand. Dozens of black sand appeared in his palm and pointed in different directions.

A day later, Zhang Wei, with dozens of fellow cultivators invited as friends, entered the depths of the Black Mountain Range.

These people were carefully selected by Zhang Wei. All of them were evil people, and their death was more valuable than their life.

And this is exactly the purpose of Zhang Wei's sneaking into the Magic Cultivator Trade Fair.

He wanted to explore the vast Black Mountain Range and look for the ruins of the Yunya Immortal Sect, but he couldn't do it by himself by building his foundation. After all, he was the second master of the Zhang family, so he couldn't go and dig a hole himself, right?
So he simply used these demon cultivators to lead the charge.

As for whether these demon cultivators would be unwilling...

What does that have to do with Gui Li from my Ghost King Sect?
It doesn’t matter if you disagree. Zhang Wei wants cannon fodder anyway. It’s no problem to use the electromagnetic magic sand to control him to walk in front and step on the mines for him.

Using electromagnetic black sand to support these refined Qi, Zhang Wei and Ning Caichen soon arrived deep in the Black Mountain Range, in front of a cave in the mountain.

The cave was pitch black, and even though it was daytime it gave people a very eerie feeling.

Ning Caichen introduced: "Senior Ghost, this is it..."

(End of this chapter)