Chapter 241

This is a gray space. The space is filled with gray fog, cold and empty. If a monk comes here, he should be able to recognize it soon. This is death Qi, Yin Qi, also known as ghost Qi.

In this space, there are phantom bodies wandering aimlessly from time to time. This is the body of ghosts. If you can look closely, you can see that although these ghosts seem to wander, they sit cross legged and sit in the void, just like monks. If you count them carefully, I'm afraid there are dozens.

These ghosts sat quietly, as if they had been sitting for thousands of years, and time could not leave traces on them.

As the surrounding strong Yin Qi seemed to be absorbed into these ghosts, the majestic energy gradually diffused. Suddenly, one of the sitting middle-aged ghosts suddenly opened his eyes, and a pair of gray eyes suddenly became divine, which instantly formed a sharp contrast with other ghosts around.

The ghosts around also opened their eyes, and the whole space seemed to be shaken by the power he carried all over, as if shaking.

Later, the ghost's head was slightly raised, knelt on one knee towards the empty gray fog, and said in a deep voice: "Ling Xueming paid a visit to Jiuyou's father and welcomed Jiuyou's Dharma."

In the gray fog, a thick old voice suddenly came out: "Ling Xueming, two people in the northwest of the Apocalypse are disrespectful to me. You send someone to kill them."

With the voice of Jiuyou's ancestor falling, Yin Qi surged in the gray sky. Later, the images of Song Fei and Jun wanshuang clearly appeared in the air.

Ling Xueming said in a deep voice, "I don't know what kind of accomplishments these two have?"

"Lingjing." Jiuyou's father shouted in a deep voice. After saying these two words, the image in the air gradually dispersed, and his voice became silent.

"Take the Dharma order and send it to the old ancestor." Ling Xueming shouted to the sky. Later, his legs straightened, the whole man stood upright in the air, slowly turned his body, and shouted to the endless void: "where is the blood heaven of the nether ghost!"

In the void full of strong Yin Qi, suddenly came out of a shadow like phantom body, a big man up to two meters slowly condensed from the Yin Qi, knelt on one knee to Ling Xueming and said, "ghost will blood heaven, meet adults."

Ling Xueming bounced his hands, and a miserable white breath flew into Xuetian's body. Then he said in a deep voice: "I have put the influence of the two people into your mind. Go to the apocalypse and kill the two people."

"Respect the law." Xuetian said respectfully.

"I'll give you a soul summoning flag, which can be regarded as a reward for you to complete the task." said Ling Xueming, with a black breath, and then a small black flag shot into the blood sky.

"Thank you, sir." Xuetian caught the soul calling flag and looked more and more respectful.

Ling Xueming nodded silently. Later, his hands stretched out in front of his chest, and then pushed away to the left and right sides. The whole space in front of him was torn apart by Ling Xueming, and then said in a deep voice: "I have opened the channel for you. Go, as a mysterious place, don't let me down."

"Yes." Xuetian bowed his head and replied respectfully, and then his body turned into a fog, blowing into the plane channel like a black wind.

After Ling Xueming finished all this, he lifted his legs up, maintained the sitting posture again, became like dozens of cultivation companions around him, and his body became drifting.

When the dark wind blew, there was a cold breath again, as if nothing had happened just now. Of course, for these practitioners, what happened just now is only an episode and is not worth mentioning.

Song Fei stood on the fire spirit sword with full joy in his heart. The harvest in this month is absolutely rich. Not to mention a lot of materials from Xue Zeming, Song Fei was full of excitement just because he learned the art of refining utensils from Huanhua beads.

With that broken sword, he sold 200000 spirit stones. Although Song Fei knew that this thing was rare and expensive. If it was more, it would not be worth money, but the so-called more could not go anywhere.

There must be many refiners who want to buy it. Besides, this refining technique definitely attracts many refiners.

Tool refiners, they are all local tyrants. They have rich wealth and earn their money. Song Fei has no psychological burden at all.

And Song Fei vaguely felt that if Liuyun Pavilion hadn't intervened this time, the auction price might be higher.

It seems that the next time I want to auction, I need to do more publicity activities. After a few days, I will sell one of my cold iron flying sword 200000 spirit stone. The price is definitely worth looking forward to.

Of course, the key is to protect yourself. The next time you enter Lifeng City, you must not see people with your true face. In case you are watched by a highly trained tool refiner and catch yourself asking about the method of refining tools, it will really be stealing chicken instead of rice.

Of course, we can't take out too much for the next transaction. We can take out two or three at most and let them compete. We'll hide away and make a lot of money.

It seems that it was wise not to exchange this magic bead at the beginning. The light refiner gave itself back several times. It seems that this magic bead is really not simple. See if there is any other value in the future and press it more.

The magic pearl who turned into a villain stood on Song Fei's shoulder and shouted in the face of the breeze: "listening to the wind is sad, listening to the rain is missing

Sitting on the hillside that has climbed countless times

Let the breeze caress my cheek

With an unspeakable affection

Close your eyes, it seems that the years have stopped passing

The breeze walked the way we had walked

That's what we miss. "

As soon as Song Fei heard this, he suffered from the Wenqing disease of the illusion pearl again. He groaned without disease and immediately interrupted, "I said, what else can you do except refining tools."

"Refining tools? That's just a small skill at the end." as if it was because she had just recited a poem, Huan Huazhu was in a surprisingly good mood. She said, "strange pornographic skills are as great as me. If it weren't for magic skills, I wouldn't disdain them."

After hearing this, Song Fei moved in his heart and immediately asked, "what else can you do?"

"My greatest thing is talent and learning, and my proudest thing is to study heaven and man. Especially my literary attainments can be understood by vulgar people such as Feier."

"You cow." Song Fei said silently. Now the magic pearl is his cash cow. He really needs to provide it well and can't offend easily. Then he asked, "if my strength is higher and provides you with a more scorching flame, can I refine a better magic weapon?"

Huanhua Zhu gave Song Fei a humanized look and sneered, "No."

"Why?"

"The more powerful flame melts me directly. How do you think I can refine the weapon? Unless I take the lead in upgrading so that the flame can not affect me, I can refine it naturally. However," Huanhua zhudun said, "if I have been practicing for a long time, the consumed spirit stone is not more cost-effective than buying another one."

"Consume so many spirit stones?" Song Fei frowned.

"Naturally so." Huanhua bead said, "refining a magic weapon can't be completed in a moment. The higher the level of magic weapon, the more time it takes. For example, refining a spirit tool takes me five days. In this process, I will continue to consume the spirit stone. Five days of continuous consumption of the spirit stone is enough to buy a spirit tool again. Therefore, don't try to get something for nothing."

Alas, it seems that I still have to refine it myself. I thought I could make it a coolie after I had the illusion pearl. It seems that the ideal is too full and the reality is too backbone.

After flying for a long time, a touch of black appeared in Song Fei's vision. As the distance approached, more and more dark colors appeared. In front of him, it was the area where he had separated from the little monk.

Song Fei began to press the sword light and fell towards a hill with an arc track. There was the place where the little monk closed down. After a month, it must be that the little monk has consolidated his state and left the customs.

Song Fei is thinking about the so-called secret place. Although he says that the secret place is very dangerous and may be destroyed as soon as he goes in, Song Fei is not worried. He has enough points to exchange for invincible talisman. If he has such a card, he doesn't dare to go in, there's no need to take risks in the future.

The little monk is standing on a small hill. He is still the same as before. He has a bald head, gray cloth clothes, a string of Buddha beads and a pair of straw sandals. There is nothing else.

The little monk was right at the beginning. Buddhist people really don't want people to rob. They are too poor.

Even if they have some Buddhist props such as Buddha beads, it is useless for non Buddhist practitioners to take them.

Seeing Song Fei's sword light coming down, monk Yizhen told Song Fei a Buddhist doctrine from a distance. His young voice was full of Lao Cheng and said with a smile: "benefactor, you're all right."

"At a young age, you are infected by your master's old age. It's too lifeless. Children should be simple." Song Fei's body fell next to the little monk and joked by touching the little monk's bare head.

Yizhen smiled: "Yizhen envies the carefree childhood people. Unfortunately, if Yizhen is really carefree, he may soon be swallowed by monsters."

"Didn't you say that your Buddha's body doesn't have much effect on monsters? Why do monsters want to devour your body?" Song Fei was a little strange.

"Cough." I was really embarrassed. "I always return some uncivilized monsters. They like to eat meat."

"I see. Well, let's go to the secret place and see what the treasure is." song Feidao.

When it comes to the secret place, the little monk's face is slightly red, and his look is even more embarrassing.

The little monk's expression didn't escape Song Fei's eyes. He hurriedly asked, "what's the matter? There was an accident?"

"The little monk thought that no one had found this secret place except my master. However, just ten days ago, thirty-three monks appeared one after another and entered the secret place." Yizhen replied.