Chapter 409 Preparation II

The sword qi actually penetrated the purple qi directly, as if it was just a shadow illusion. Ling'er, who was still a real body just now, turned into the same illusory body after being wrapped in the purple qi.

But the sword energy didn't seem to be completely ineffective. A deep bloodstain slowly appeared on Ling'er's face, from her chin to her forehead, almost destroying one eye. It directly destroyed her original beauty.

"Oh?" Lin Xin was a little surprised. "Is it because it's too late for me to fight her?"

He looked back at Mr. Qingyan's body.

This guy's body was divided into two, and all internal organs, including the brain, were cut open from the middle with a single sword. Only now did he fall to the ground slowly, but until his death, the corners of his mouth were slightly raised.

Lin Xin seemed to understand a little bit. This guy might have just attracted his attention from the beginning, and his plan was to send his maid away. At the last moment, his goal was achieved, and he didn't have any other wishes.

"No wonder the little guy screamed so hoarse at the end."

Lin Xin gathered a large amount of devilish energy again, and he wanted to see if the purple energy was as Mr. Qing said before, no matter what method he had said, it would not work on it.

Zheng!

Suddenly a golden light shot from the side. Hit him fiercely on the demonic energy that he had gathered, and scattered it directly.

"who!?"

Taking advantage of this moment, the purple air enveloped Ling'er and disappeared suddenly, as if teleporting away from the original place.

Lin Xin scattered the magic sword and looked around at the peaceful and simple King Kong Temple.

Half of the main hall of the temple has collapsed, and all the surrounding walls have been shaken down. The ground paved with bluestone slabs has holes and cracks in the east and west, which is terrible.

To his surprise, the old monk was sitting cross-legged in the other half of the hall, right in front of the golden Buddha statue. Silently chanting scriptures.

"Layman, you have to forgive others and forgive others...why do you have to do everything?"

The old monk said calmly.

"The monk is kind-hearted, but cutting the weeds will naturally remove the roots, not to mention they are the first to attack me, it is reasonable. I don't even have the need to let it survive."

Lin Xin also explained naturally.

"The layman is too radical." The monk said lightly.

"The monk is meddling in his own business." Lin Xin laughed. This monk seemed a bit inscrutable, and he wasn't sure what the other party's cultivation level was. He had just witnessed the fight between him and Kunji, and this guy dared to intervene.

For a while, he couldn't hold the other party's details. Think about the number of interest. After all, he still dissipated his demon energy.

"Forget it, for the sake of the vajra relic, let's let this matter go. The monk can do it himself."

He turned around and walked in the direction he came from.

Behind him came the old monk's peaceful and peaceful voice.

"The Layman has a predestined relationship with my Buddhism. Maybe one day, he will put down the butcher's knife. Unfortunately... the monk will never see that day again."

Lin Xin stopped suddenly and looked back at the old monk. The old monk had already closed his eyes and sat quietly, without the slightest breath of life.

"Sat down?"

Only then did he understand a little bit. It's not that the Buddha statue in the main hall has not been affected, but it is probably the result of the monk exhausting his cultivation and working hard to protect it.

It should be that he exhausted his last bit of strength just now to finally dispel his demonic energy. That's why I completely sat down.

I feel a little weird in my heart.

He also couldn't understand that these believers exhausted their lives to protect the Buddha statue and a person who had nothing to do with him.

"Is this considered that monks died quickly since ancient times?"

He shook his head. No longer thinking about it, a black cloud suddenly rose under his feet, carrying him to the distance.

Next, now that I know that Kun Ji is the Demon King of Mount Fanjing. After being hunted down for so long, wouldn't it be too uneconomical if he didn't give some gift in return?

But before rushing to return the gift, there are still some preparations to be done.

The blood energy stored in the giant ray Wanshagong on his body is insufficient, and he can't continue to replenish it, absorbing other blood energy, and there are too many impurities, which will hinder his body's cultivation.

"Perhaps we should go get some special treasures we need."

Standing in the magic cloud, Lin Xin reached out and took out a mask and put it on his face. He put away all the tattered armor on his body, and changed into an armor robe that he had snatched from someone before. They were all in black, just right. Conforms to the standard identity characteristics of a monster Taoist monk.

"On the information collection map of Yuan Dou Mozong, there should be a black market trading point nearby, but you can go shopping to see if there is anything worth buying."

Before he came out, he also found a lot of map information about the terrain and power distribution of Zhongfu from Yuandou Demon Sect. All in mind.

However, there is a big black market trading point nearby, because it is in the gap between the Xianmeng and the Red Ridge Gate forces. Therefore, by exchanging what is needed and complementing each other, this black market business is getting bigger and bigger.

Moreover, there are very few rumors of accidents. Obviously, the forces behind the black market are extremely strong, enough to ensure the safety of transactions.

After a little tidying up the storage space on the lower body, there are many rings, crystals, and pockets for storage, each of which contains items of different monks, some are more and some are less, but many of them are precious and of great value. Fei's advanced items.

Generally, he is not interested in receiving it and carrying it with him.

After sorting and packing the things one by one, he planned to change the materials and array pens for making array disks.

When it comes to his current master-level formation talisman, the fourth-grade formation requires spiritual power injection, and a good set of talisman-making props is enough to increase the speed of talisman-making by more than half. There are also some strange and famous talisman-making props. The talisman paper equipment produced by using them has other special and different abilities.

He has never delved deeply into this field.

But this time he was not strong enough and bloody enough, so he planned to make a set of real fourth-rank or higher arrays to make up for his own shortcomings.

To make an array, he also needs a more powerful array that suits him for the array he chooses. It may have been recorded by Yuan Dou Mozong, but now he has no way to go back and study it.

Since there has not been any rumors over there, it is obvious that they are planning to give up on him.

Tier 4 formations are generally large formations, and a small number of them can be used on portable formation disks. They all require extremely precious materials as the base, otherwise they cannot bear such a strong force and vibration.

He changed his clothes in mid-air and hid his aura again.

Lin Xin quickly flew towards the black market spot in his memory.

Without the pursuit of the demon emperor Kunji, he is now much calmer. The blood energy of the giant ray Wanshagong can only be used for a dozen breaths at most. After all, it consumes too much to use it like the previous fight against Kunji.

He has to find a replacement.

There is also the red flower sword, which should also be repaired.

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White clouds filled the air, and the morning light fell on the surface of the rolling mountains, giving off a faint blue color.

On the hills that are no more than a thousand meters away, there are streaks of translucent blue air shining.

A few elephant-sized black empty whales slowly vibrated their shark fins as they swam over the mountains, making piercing snorting sounds from time to time.

In this land surrounded by mountains, in the center is the source vortex of the blue aura.

On the outer edge of the vortex, there is a group of blue and translucent cyclones.

The cyclone is more than ten meters wide and tens of meters high, and there are constant streams of vehicles, horses and people flowing in and out of it.

And most of the monks who came in and out wore masks to hide their identities, black robes, and various magic weapons to hide their breath.

Even the figures of many people are completely covered, and even men, women and children cannot be distinguished.

Lin Xin was dressed in a black robe, covering himself in it, without revealing his identity at all.

Like the other black-robed monks around, he and a few black-robed monks who seemed to be newcomers stood on a small hill not far away, watching the blue vortex keep coming in and out of people.

"This is the emerald black market? It doesn't look like it at all. How is it different from the general monk trading market?"

The three people standing not far from Lin Xin were speaking in low voices. Because they were too close, they were captured by his powerful induction, and their voices were as clear as if they were speaking in their own ears.

"Did I go wrong?"

A young girl's voice whispered.

"No, we came here completely according to the marks on the map, little soldier, little pity, both of you, pay attention, this place can't be as casual as in your own sect, you must cover up your body and don't show your bottom, otherwise it is very likely There is a danger of death."

The one who took the lead seemed to be a middle-aged uncle with a mature voice, and he was carefully admonishing the two of them.

"Don't worry, Daddy, we'll leave immediately after we buy the blood talisman item. Don't delay. As long as the speed is fast enough, even if others want to chase it, it will be too late." The young boy's voice was quite calm.

"Your father, I still want you to teach? Follow obediently, talk less, watch more and listen more!" The middle-aged man patted his son on the head in displeasure.

"oh...."

"Let's go."

The three raised their feet and walked towards the huge blue vortex.

"You three, please stay." Suddenly a voice came from behind, calling the three of them to stop.

The voice seemed to be that of a male, young in age.

The three stopped at the same time, turned around, and saw a slightly taller man in black robes approaching, standing still at a safe distance not far away.

"The three of you are new to the black market? What do you need? My old Wu here is a know-it-all. I can directly consult you about everything you want to buy, the price, and the place. The three of you may not know it. In fact, this emerald black market has restrictions and rules. went in.

Ordinary people, hey, they can't find the doorway, maybe they can't even find the main entrance. And only by truly entering the black market, can you find those special items that are screened out and not allowed to be sold on the market. "

The bunch of things that this person babbled and said immediately attracted the attention of the three people.

Not only the three of them, but also Lin Xin who was beside him, and a man in black robe also attracted attention.

It seemed that he had achieved his goal and successfully attracted the attention of the people around him. The black-robed man flipped his hand, and suddenly a small red badge appeared.

"To tell you the truth, this jadeite black market is only a jadeite market in name, and the goods traded are of ordinary quality. For ordinary monks, it can also meet the requirements.

But for high-demand customers, that's not enough. And the way to enter the black market is to get this red smoke stone in my hand. "

"Red smoke stone? Why have I never heard of this stone?" The black robe approaching asked in a deep voice, his voice was sharp and difficult to distinguish between male and female. (to be continued ~^~)