Chapter 751: Magic Gourd and Corpse Whip

Chen Mo's appearance did not break everyone's conversation.

They all wear masks, so naturally they can't tell who is who.

He walked around in the mist, and soon discovered a strange phenomenon: the monks in the square all had pale faces, and there was no one without a mask at all.

When he was confused, Chen Mo found a deserted place and quietly took off the mask from his face.

In an instant, the surrounding Yin Qi disappeared instantly.

When he turned his head, he saw a few monks talking side by side.

These people all show their true colors, and their numbers are very different from those in Yinfeng!

"Could it be said that wearing or not wearing face are two different worlds?"

Chen Mo finally understood.

Even in the same area, the same people are not seen.

This mode is like the secret realm of Silver Moon Mountain, extremely special.

After figuring it out, he put on the mask again and entered the world of Yinfeng again.

The people around were still chatting among themselves, and from time to time they took out various treasures for sale. Of course, there were also some who went straight to the point and put the items for sale in front of them for others to choose from.

Chen Mo stepped forward and took a look. Sure enough, they were all rare things.

He stopped randomly in front of a stall, and what he was selling was a magic weapon he had never seen before.

"This is?"

Chen Mo stared at a gourd on the other side's stall. The outer layer of the gourd was carved with purple and gold patterns. At first glance, it looked like a giant dragon circling, but upon closer inspection, it turned out to be just ordinary runes.

The visual deception, coupled with the aura exuding from the magic weapon itself, made him guess that this was definitely not an ordinary thing.

"Oh, Tao has a friendly eye. He took a fancy to this broken fairy weapon passed down from ancient times at a glance."

"Is this an immortal weapon?"

"That's natural! This is a purple gold gourd made by immortals in ancient times. It can swallow people and hold objects. When transformed into a god, as long as it is sucked into the gourd, it will turn into a pool of pus in half an hour at most."

Chen Mo couldn't help but frown.

"Including becoming a god?"

A pale smile appeared on the other party's pale face: "Of course it is not included. If it was included, it would not be sold here, but would be auctioned the day after tomorrow."

Chen Mo nodded slightly and then asked: "How can we put people in?"

"It's very simple. If he walks in by himself or has no resistance, you can throw him in."

As soon as these words came out, Chen Mo suddenly lost interest: "It turns out it's not of much use."

"It only requires 10 mid-grade spiritual crystals."

However, after the other party quoted the price, he was a little moved again. This was indeed a price he could accept.

"I forgot to mention that after a monk is turned into pus, he will also produce an innate spiritual energy. This spiritual energy can be used to absorb cultivation and water spiritual plants. It will get twice the result with half the effort!"

Chen Mo thought about it carefully, and finally bought it for ten yuan of mid-grade spiritual crystals.

Such a price, which only costs two or three Shen Yang Pills, is really cheap.

On the opponent's stall, there are some other magic weapons, such as flying swords, ancient knives, and magic robes.

Chen Mo asked about the prices one by one, and they all ranged from a few yuan to dozens of mid-grade spiritual crystals. The price was still very different from what he expected.

He calculated that even if he bought all the magic weapons in the opponent's stall, he would not spend more than two high-grade spiritual crystals at most.

Zhongzhou is very rich, but it is not unusually rich for every monk.

Chen Mo didn't buy the remaining magic weapon.

They are all ordinary things. If he wants them, he can buy them from the Eight Treasures Zhenlong Pavilion, but the price will be higher.

As he turned to leave, another monk whose gender was unclear took the initiative to greet him.

As soon as he opened his mouth, he also had that lingering smell: "Fellow Taoist, I have a treasure, are you interested in it?"

"What treasure?"

"Corpse whip."

While talking, the other party took out a long whip made of jade bone. It was made up of bones polished one by one. The end looked like the little finger of a human monk.

The moment the bone whip appeared, the surrounding Yin energy swept toward the two of them.

Only then did Chen Mo realize that the strangeness he had just sensed might be emanating from this magic weapon.

"This is?"

"Fellow Taoist, have you ever heard of exorcising corpses?"

Driving corpses?

The figures of Qi Chen and others suddenly appeared in Chen Mo's mind. They had just broken through the Nascent Soul not long ago.

However, he shook his head.

"This method is very powerful. It can awaken the corpses of the dead, become their vassals, and fight for them." The other party continued, "And this corpse-beating whip can quickly transform those bodies that have not transformed into corpses, thus turning them into corpses." Corpses that can be controlled can be driven by people of this way. From ancient times to the present, there are secret realms everywhere, and some immortal tombs even contain the corpses of powerful people. With this corpse whip, you have a puppet comparable to an immortal. !”

The other party spoke vividly, but Chen Mo showed a lack of interest.

I even wanted to leave before I finished listening.

"Fellow Taoist, stay."

The other party stopped him again.

"Only twenty middle-grade spiritual crystals! This is a middle-grade treasure!"

"It's too expensive, I don't think it's worth it."

The more the other party talked about it, the more Chen Mo felt that it was not worth the price.

"How could it not be worth it! It's worth it! It's worth it!"

"Let me ask you, isn't there a corpse of an immortal somewhere? Even the strong men in the Transformation Realm value their true bodies after death. To drive them? I'm afraid they don't know how they died. Not to mention the secret realm and the immortals?"

The other party grinned. He showed an embarrassed smile.

"If it's somewhere, it must be useful, it must be useful."

"If it's five pieces of medium-grade spirit crystals, I will buy it back as a collection, but twenty pieces are too expensive."

Chen Mo quoted his psychological price.

To be honest, he didn't know whether this corpse whip was useful or not for the Corpse Driving Hall.

But he was willing to spend ten or twenty pieces of spirit crystals to buy it back for them.

However, why spend more if you can spend less?

The other party hesitated for a long time. After a while of entanglement, he saw Chen Mo was about to leave, and finally gritted his teeth and said: "Daoyou, stay."

"What?"

"Five pieces are five pieces! Sold!"

One hand handed over the money and the other hand handed over the goods, and soon the second magic weapon was in hand.

You know, the Dragon-Suppressing Sword that had accompanied him for many years was only a medium-grade treasure. People almost fought over it in Pingduzhou.

But now Chen Mo can easily buy two treasures of the same level.

As the saying goes, different platforms bring different things.

No wonder Jian Shiqi disappeared after rising eight thousand years ago.

After putting away the treasure gourd and the corpse-beating whip, Chen Mo turned around again. Since everyone was wearing masks, he couldn't judge their emotions by their appearance.

So, in his opinion, they were all a group of expressionless people.

And soon, something in the hands of another expressionless person attracted Chen Mo's attention. (End of this chapter)