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The evil light dagger was nailed directly to a big tree, and then a short and fat figure emerged from the void and appeared in front of Zhang Wei.

"Fellow Taoist, please don't panic."

The owner of the black market magic repair shop said with a smile on his face, and he was holding a translucent gauze in his hand, which turned out to be a sneak magic weapon specially used to hide the aura.

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

The shopkeeper introduced himself: "I, Wu Peng, may I ask what your friend's surname is?"

Zhang Wei said without changing his expression: "Ghost Li."

Wu Peng politely complimented: "It turns out that fellow ghost Taoist was disrespectful and disrespectful in front of me."

Zhang Wei looked impatient and said: "If you have something to say, say it quickly, and if you have anything to say, let it go."

Wu Peng was not angry when he saw this, and just said: "We are all demonic monks, and we can be regarded as half-brothers.

Now that the five major sects are powerful, the living space of demonic monks like us has been greatly reduced. It is too troublesome to find some cultivation resources. Even if we have strongholds in some black markets, we cannot let some Taoist friends get the resources they want.

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

Zhang Wei sneered and said: "Who knows if what you are saying is true or not? What if you invite me over and what awaits me is an ambush?"

Wu Peng sighed: "We are naturally aware of fellow Taoist concerns, but we can't prove this kind of thing. Although we are demonic monks and act without scruples, we still have to follow the rules.

If fellow Taoist disciples don’t believe it, I won’t force you to do so. I’ll just hand this token over to fellow Taoist disciples. If you are interested, you can come to the place recorded on the token token in one month. "

With that said, Wu Peng threw a black token with special restrictions to Zhang Wei, and then he put on a gauze again and disappeared.

After confirming that Wu Peng had left, Zhang Wei looked at the token in his hand. It was ordinary, but in Zhang Wei's eyes, it looked like something else.

"Oh……"

Zhang Wei smiled coldly, looked at the token in his hand, took out a bottle of liquid that exuded a strong bloody smell and dripped it on it.

Zhang Wei's bottle contains human blood essence, which Zhang Wei found some prisoners to refine. Except for demon cultivators, almost no one would carry this thing with them, specifically to deal with this situation.

Buzz~~

The token trembled immediately after absorbing the blood, and then the surface layer immediately began to crack, revealing the true appearance hidden underneath. It was a token with a skull engraved on it, and the location of the trade fair recorded on it also became to another location.

Obviously, if you don't use the means of authentic magic, the monk disguised as the magic will probably go directly to the location recorded on the surface of the token after getting the token.

Then...it will probably end badly.

Zhang Wei was able to know this thanks to Taoist Lu's diary.

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

Looking at the logo above, Zhang Wei sneered and said: "These guys are so defensive when they see no rabbits. No wonder they can hide so well."

Yes, Zhang Wei deliberately provoked the black market robbers.

And the purpose is this group of local demon cultivators.

Even in the chaotic country of Montenegro, it is very difficult to break into the magic cultivator. It is impossible for someone to drag you in if you enter a store to sell magic cultivators. You have to show some magic cultivator skills to make people feel at ease.

Just one month later...

In the hinterland of Heishan Kingdom, deep in a branch of Heishan Mountain near Heiyu County.

Zhang Wei carried a huge coffin on his back and walked on the silent mountain road. He didn't stop until he came to a swamp covered with white mist.

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

But after Zhang Wei arrived at the agreed place, he threw the token directly into the water.

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

"There are actually spiritual beasts?"

Zhang Wei was a little surprised. After all, only beings like the Foundation Establishment Family could raise spiritual beasts on a large scale. It was difficult for ordinary casual cultivators to support themselves. Raising another spiritual beast that cost more would be just asking for trouble.

Moreover, this snapping turtle monster is not bad. It is still in the early stage of Qi refining. If you want to raise such a group of monsters to work for yourself, you will spend a lot of resources.

Zhang Wei thought to himself: "It seems that this old Black Mountain demon has some background. Maybe he also occupies a hidden spiritual vein."

The old demon of Montenegro was the name of the foundation-building demonic cultivator he had learned about who held the trade fair. According to legend, he was just the son of a poor farmer. By chance, he worshiped a demonic monk and entered Taoism to cultivate immortality. Later, because of He made his fortune in Montenegro and travels with a demonic vibe, so he is called the Old Demon of Montenegro.

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

Zhang Wei cursed in his heart while standing on the turtle.

Although he weighed a thousand pounds with both his body and the coffin, the spirit turtle carried him safely through the swamp and to a small island.

At this time, the island was full of people. Dozens of figures wearing black robes like Zhang Wei, hiding their figures, were sitting or standing. There was also a large backpack beside them, but they did not speak, giving people a feeling of being secretive. feeling.

Seeing Zhang Wei approaching, carrying a large black coffin behind his back, several of them were obviously agitated, but they still 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 went by at night, more and more demon cultivators came to the island, and finally the number reached three digits, which was almost as many as the remnants of the Corpse Demon Sect who had sneaked into Izumobo!

And this is only a part of the demon cultivators in the Black Mountain Kingdom. You can imagine how chaotic this place is.

The bright moon hung high, a gust of black wind roared, and then a scholar-like young man in black appeared at the core of the island.

Zhang Wei took a look and found that this person was indeed a foundation builder! It's just that it's just in the early stages of foundation building, and it doesn't look like it has opened up to twenty points.

Seeing the visitor, all the hundred demon cultivators on the field bowed and said: "Greetings to the master of Montenegro!"

The old demon from Montenegro waved his hand and said: "It's getting late, and those who haven't come probably won't come either. Let's get started! I'll start by offering some advice."

This Heishan seems to be quite humble. As a foundation builder and a demon cultivator, he actually said such modest words to a bunch of Qi Refining Demon Cultivators that he was offering advice.

Then, he took out a jade bottle, which contained nine purple-red ghost infant souls.

Heishan said: "The souls of children who were born in the nine Yin hours and were drowned by their relatives are extremely suitable for practicing ghost cultivation techniques. One three hundred spirit stones. Of course, you can also exchange them with Yin evil grass, one pound of Yin." Change the grass."

As soon as the old demon from Heishan finished speaking, someone immediately raised his hand and said, "Master, I have three kilograms of Yinsha Grass and six hundred taels of spirit stones! I'll exchange them for five so that I can practice these five ghost techniques!"

"Master, I have two kilograms here!"

"I'll exchange the spiritual stone for one."

As the nine Yinshi ghost babies were sold, others also exchanged things, which opened Zhang Wei's eyes.

What frightened Zhang Wei the most was the source of these demonic resources.

Many of them were not obtained by the demonic cultivators who took the initiative to kill and massacre the villages. They just wandered around the Black Mountain Country to get what they wanted in the backward and ignorant villages.

This made Zhang Wei couldn't help but think of the hell-like scene he saw on the brothel and red square street he visited in Yundu City.

Perhaps, there has never been such a world of fairy and devil.

Some are just in the human world.

Just when Zhang Wei was sighing with emotion, several magic cultivators came over and asked: "Fellow Taoist, what good things do you have here? Let us open our eyes!"

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

A female demon cultivator asked: "What do you want to exchange for, fellow Taoist?"

Zhang Wei sighed: "I was originally a disciple of the Corpse Demon Sect, but my sect was ambushed by the Unshang Sect in Izumobo more than 20 years ago. There were not even one survivor out of ten, so I lost my disciple.

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

"I see, then I happen to have..."

…

Two hours passed quickly, and during this period, people left one after another. The old Black Mountain demon put all the harvest from his trip into a mustard bag, and then looked at the remaining dozens of demon cultivators.

"This trade fair has been successfully concluded. Everyone, please leave. There is a spirit turtle I raised by the water to allow everyone to leave safely. I hope we can meet again next time."

"Congratulations, Master!"

The casual cultivators left Montenegro separately. The familiarity they had at the trade fair was gone, replaced by deep vigilance.

Almost no one chose the same direction, and some even jumped into the water without even using the spirit turtle, and left using the Water Avoidance Technique.

Zhang Wei also put some of the harvest into the mustard bag, and then looked at the direction in which the old Black Mountain demon left, and his figure disappeared in an instant.

Deep in the Black Mountain Mountains, a black wind was turning into several directions. The old Black Mountain demon who thought he was safe suddenly heard a shout from behind him.

"Fellow Taoist, please stay!"

Montenegro old demon: "!"

Without thinking, the Black Mountain old demon immediately used his method to turn into a black light and escape quickly.

Whoosh————

Zhang Wei behind him was stunned for a moment, then said with a strange smile: "Jie Jie Jie Jie... want to escape?"

After saying that, his speed skyrocketed again. Although he didn't cast any spells, his speed instantly broke through the sound barrier and quickly caught up with Heishan who used Black Light Escape!

"What!!!!"

Seeing Zhang Wei standing in front of him, Heishan was immediately frightened and subconsciously took out his magic weapon and talisman to fight Zhang Wei.

But Zhang Wei just stared. Under the explosion of spiritual power, Heishan felt his head was stunned. He lost control of his body and fell backwards directly to the ground.

Then Zhang Wei stretched out his hand to grab it, and the mustard seed bag of the old Black Mountain demon flew out of his control and flew into Zhang Wei's hand.

boom!

Heishan fell to the ground, and the pain made him recover from his unconscious state, but before he could make a move, a small bead made of electromagnetic divine sand penetrated directly into his body.

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

Heishan was shocked. Although he didn't know what Zhang Wei did 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 on the ground and asked: "Ahem...you...what did you do to me!"

Zhang Wei laughed strangely: "Hehehehe...just a little toy to control you people."

As he said that, he snapped his fingers.

Then Heishan was shocked 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 fought against the instinct of this body, he could feel the intense pain from his limbs!

Is this a demon senior?

Heishan immediately begged for mercy: "Senior...Senior, please spare my life! I am willing to work hard for you!"

Looking at his masterpiece, Zhang Wei nodded with satisfaction.

Using the power of the transformed divine mind, Zhang Wei can complete some fine control that he could not do before.

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

As for directly controlling the body charge of a person to control the discharge of neurons, Zhang Wei can't do that kind of delicate work at his current level.

If he controls it forcibly, the result will only be to turn the other party's body into a pineapple, so it's better to kill the other party and give them a quick death.

So it's also very simple to restrain this method, as long as there is a high-level magic weapon to protect your own safety, or you have a strong divine mind that far exceeds Zhang Wei's.

But the Black Mountain in front of him doesn't 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 to understand that this Caichen is not Caichen, and there is no female ghost wife named Xiaoqian, Zhang Wei disappointedly untied the restrictions of the Black Mountain Old Demon Ning Caichen.

Then he chopped the rock next to him into a chair shape by the electromagnetic magic sand. Zhang Wei sat on it with a big horse and a golden sword, and laughed strangely: "Hehehe... Tell me about your details in the Black Mountain Range."

Why does this magic senior always like to laugh strangely?

Ning Caichen was puzzled, but he didn't want to investigate it deeply. After all, there are always some magic cultivators with abnormal brains and quirks. It's just a strange laugh, which is nothing.

Moreover, his life was controlled by the other party, so Heishan didn't dare to show his disgust for this matter.

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

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

Spiritual spring?

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

Lingquan is usually a place formed by the natural formation of heaven and earth due to the unique mountains and rivers, which isolates the pollution of the outside world and forms a piece of pure land of spiritual energy.

However, due to its extreme dependence on the mountains and rivers, it is extremely easy to destroy and is far less stable than the spiritual veins, but it is also the ideal place for cultivation for many casual cultivators.

No wonder the Black Mountain Old Monster can raise so many spiritual beasts and 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 to take a look, but before that, I'll find some helpers for you."

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

A day later, Zhang Wei led dozens of fellow demon cultivators invited by him as a friend into the depths of the Black Mountain Range.

These people were carefully selected by Zhang Wei. They were all evil people who were more valuable dead than alive.

And this was the purpose of Zhang Wei's sneaking into the Demon Cultivator Trade Fair.

He wanted to explore the Wanli Black Mountain Range and find the ruins of the Yunya Immortal Sect. He couldn't do it by building his foundation alone. After all, he was the second master of the Zhang family. He couldn't dig a hole himself, right?

So he simply used these demon cultivators to lead the way for him.

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

What does that have to do with Gui Li of my Ghost King Sect?

It doesn't matter if they disagree. Anyway, Zhang Wei also wants cannon fodder. It's no problem to control them with electromagnetic magic sand to walk in front and step on mines for himself.

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

The cave was dark, and it gave people a very gloomy feeling even in the daytime.

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