Chapter 990: Great Thousand Beads

Chapter 990: Great Thousand Pearls

As soon as the two of them walked out of the inn, there were several ferocious ghosts, which opened their mouths wide and bit them. Qin Nan's body shook, and a burst of qi burst out, smashing the ghosts into pieces.

"I didn't find the aura of Wulun Dharma King, White-haired Wine Fairy..."

Qin Nan glanced at it.

"Qin Nan, if you catch this kind of ghost from the underworld, you need a hundred!" Sima Kong shouted at Qin Nan.

Qin Nan turned his head to look, only to see a black-blue little ghost among the ghosts, exuding a strong meaning of the underworld, flying towards it with a strange laugh.

This brat's cultivation is at the second level of Martial Ancestor.

Qin Nan nodded, his body leaped out immediately, he grabbed the little ghost with a big hand, and then his figure swayed, like a thunderbolt on the street, wherever he passed, all the little ghosts in Huangquan were suppressed.

Many monks were stunned.

"Hey, his cultivation has skyrocketed again!"

Sima Kong smacked his mouth.

Although many monks in the audience were vying for the ghosts of the underworld, but Qin Nan and Sima Kong's cultivation was not bad, and they snatched a hundred of them in a short time.

"What's next?" Qin Nan asked curiously.

"Look at me." Thunderfire emerged from the palm of Sima Kong's hand, instantly burning these hundreds of little ghosts, and a wisp of black air slowly floated out from inside.

"Seize the black air!"

Sima Kong shouted, Qin Nan shot immediately.

The moment the two of them grasped the black energy, a strange scene happened. A strange force enveloped the two of them, and they disappeared from the street.

"Is this an illusion?" Qin Nan stepped on the ground and looked around.

This is an ancient street, floating in the dark void. There are dimly colored shops on both sides of the street. The doors on each shop are tightly closed, and there are hundreds of them in total.

From time to time, monks who just came in appeared on the street. Their bodies were covered with a layer of black air, as if they were wearing black robes. Even Qin Nan's left pupil could only see their approximate cultivation base, but could not see through their faces. and breath.

"It's been a long time, Qin Nan, let's go." Sima Kong led Qin Nan and walked towards the front of the ancient street. He didn't stop until the end, and looked at a small shop in the underworld.

Simakong took a deep breath, his face turned serious, and he reached out and knocked on the wooden door of the small shop.

Boom!

At this moment, a terrifying bloody light erupted from the door. Sima Kong had been prepared for a long time, shouted, opened an ancient umbrella, and blocked the bloody light.

Qin Nan raised his eyebrows. Although this bloody light has no offensive power, if it can make the monks at the eighth level of Martial Ancestor fall into an illusion.

A hoarse voice sounded from this small shop: "There is a man standing in the middle of the road. The sun is rising in the west and the wind is blowing in the east. May I ask him whether he is going to the east, the west, or North and South?"

Qin Nan frowned, what is the problem?

"He didn't go anywhere, he committed suicide." Sima Kong said in a calm manner with the corners of his mouth curled up.

There was no hoarse voice, only a creak, and the wooden door slowly opened.

"Why did you commit suicide?" Qin Nan said in a rather speechless voice transmission.

"You don't understand this. The one who committed suicide was a Emperor Wu three thousand years ago. He heard that his lover died. He stood in the middle of the road holding his lover's body, not knowing what to do. Then the Emperor Wu , I chose to commit suicide." Sima Kong lowered his voice and said, "Even ordinary true disciples don't know this secret."

Qin Nan nodded.

First test the cultivation base, and then talk about allusions, all to see if the person's identity is high enough.

The wooden door was completely opened, and Qin Nan and Simakong entered it at the same time.

There is a large white jade table in the courtyard, and there are eight seats beside the table, and now there are six seats, and there are only two left.

"Emperor Wu is strong!"

Qin Nan was shocked.

When he used his left pupil to scan just now, he found that the first person was a Martial Emperor, not only that, but the other five, except for the two Martial Ancestors who were at the eighth level, were all at the half-emperor level!

"Damn, Emperor Wu organized a game, Qin Nan and we are lucky!" Sima Kong's voice was full of excitement.

When the two of them observed the six people, the six people also looked at the two of them.

Looking at it this way, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard became chilling.

The man in black on the seat on the right side of the main seat sneered, with a hoarse voice, and said, "Two little guys around Wuzuwu, the Martial Ancestor, actually sneaked in? Report your identities, they are not qualified, get out of here!" go out."

This person is King Wulun Dharma.

At the auction, several of the things he was looking for were taken away, which made him feel quite unhappy today, so he fired directly.

The other five didn't speak, as if they didn't want to waste their tongues.

Qin Nan's expression remained unchanged, and he directly took out the Mingzheng Five Dragon Order.

"Mingzheng Five Dragon Order?"

The pupils of the people in black robes shrank slightly.

They do know what this Mingzheng Five Dragon Order means.

The two guys in front of me have this order, so their status is obviously at least the level of emperor's son.

"I don't know who your father is? Maybe, I still know him." At this moment, the man in black robe who was sitting in the third place spoke. He and the other person were only at the eighth level of Martial Ancestor.

Their deities are Huo Wulong and another emperor's son.

When they saw Mingzheng Wulong Ling, the two of them thought of the scene at the auction!

The so-called strong Emperor Wu, could it be these two guys?

"I remember, did you buy something today?" Ulun Fawang said coldly.

"Haha, I dare to bet that those sitting on the seventh floor today are the two little friends." Another voice said with a smile, his real deity is the white-haired Jiuxian!

Qin Nan and Sima Kong's expressions remained unchanged.

When they showed Mingzheng Wulong Ling, they knew that their identities would be guessed, but so what?

No one knows their true identities anyway.

"Stop talking nonsense, sit down, both of you, and prepare to exchange treasures." The mysterious Martial Emperor powerhouse on the first place spoke lightly.

The crowd fell silent immediately and did not say anything more.

However, King Wulun, White-haired Jiuxian, Huo Wulong and another disciple all stared at Qin Nan and Simakong.

Huo Wulong, in particular, was in an extremely unhappy mood.

He can now be sure that at the auction today, it was these two guys. He didn't expect that he, Huo Wulong, who is a majestic Huo Wulong, would be shocked by two guys around the sixth level of Martial Ancestor.

In terms of status and status, these two are at best the sons of emperors, but Huo Wulong is also the sons of emperors!

"I brought it, Daqianzhu."

Emperor Wu was the first to strike, took out a bead and placed it on the table. The bead emitted a soft white light, and the light and shadow inside were vague, as if there were countless illusions.

Fawang Wulun and the others suddenly took a deep breath. Emperor Wu is Emperor Wu, and his actions are extraordinary.