Chapter 1173： Purple Lights

At the last wine table, Tang Zhen was the only one who was still drinking.

Although the night was deep, the level of excitement was not diminished, and laughter continued.

For Indigenous people who do not worry about death and livelihoods tomorrow, time does not restrict their behavior.

I was so sleepy and tired that I would go home and rest, or just find a place to lie down.

After waking up, you can continue to be happy.

Carrying a jug of fine wine and walking along the long street, Tang Zhen came to the edge of Ziguang Market.

There are many simple and mysterious giant statues, as well as many incomplete buildings, which look old and run-down.

But here is not deserted, you can see the figure of the monk from time to time, living in the ruins near the Ziguang Market for a long time.

After practicing, waiting, the days are a little more relaxed.

True practitioners are indeed so laid back, not as exhausted as mortals.

In fact, practitioners also have struggling goals, but it is more difficult and lengthy, and the more anxious the more difficult to achieve.

Tang Zhen walked around, and not many monks cared. They just continued to practice with their eyes closed, completely immersed in their own world.

This is another characteristic of the Ziguang Market. Although the number of monks is extremely large, they do not provoke each other.

If necessary, you can go to a special trading place, which is a market shared by monks and mortals.

Do n’t think that you can bully others, it ’s just a newcomer ’s idea, but any monk who has lived here for a long time will definitely not have this idea.

In fact, the vast majority of practitioners are very low-key and forbearing. Those who are arrogant and arrogant can hardly survive in the practice world.

There is a big tree in front and a stone platform under the tree, which is currently not occupied by anyone.

Tang Zhen walked straight over and sat down slowly.

In front of the mountain gate of the Promise Sect, Tang Zhen fought against four indigenous gods. Although he did not succeed in killing them, he still robbed a large number of gods.

But the purity of this god's origin is really unsatisfactory, and it must be purified before it can be absorbed.

Sure enough, it was still the gods who killed the Loucheng world to get rich loot, and the indigenous gods could not be compared.

The five elements of Qiankun have now been put together and are being handed over to the blacksmith for extraction.

Up to now, Tang Zhen has collected seven original treasures, and the harvest is far greater than expected.

Perhaps the only regret is that the quality of these source spirit treasures is too low to add up to a fine product.

In fact, everything cannot be rushed, as long as there is gain.

In this silence, a sudden sound of music sounded, elegant and melodious.

Soon there were many female monks, dancing in the air with the music, graceful dresses fluttering.

Obviously this place of practice is not really dead.

Tang Zhen smiled and watched, this scene of many female monks dancing in the air was indeed very rare.

However, he soon discovered that this was actually a method of spiritual practice. Those who danced and changed in the air actually implied certain special laws.

Even the melodious music sounds are part of this practice.

Tang Zhen has long heard about similar practices.

In some planes, practitioners will recite the spells to be performed in a manner similar to singing.

There are even corresponding dance steps, either majestic and strong, or charming and enchanting.

When these monks are fighting, the scene can be said to be very spectacular. You can see the dancing and singing of the two warring parties, releasing various attacks.

If you don't consider the killing effect, it can be regarded as a gorgeous sound and light song performance, so that the spectators have a pleasing feeling.

Every battle between monks attracts countless onlookers and appreciates watching from afar.

The monks in front of them should practice similar exercises, otherwise they would not sing and dance in public.

This song and dance in the air lasted for several hours and did not end until near dawn.

Some monks see from the beginning to the end, while others block their perception and can ignore them.

During this period, Tang Zhen always focused on the Ziguang Market, trying to figure out what kind of place it was.

According to the sisters, monks who entered the Ziguang Market can get anything they want.

If you are an ordinary monk, you can get the items you want, which is actually not surprising.

But if gods enter this place and can get what they want, then the nature will become completely different.

Because of the existence of the divine origin, the deity can imitate any item, except things like the spiritual treasure.

If a **** enters it and gets the item he wants, then what will be there besides the original source treasure?

The real problem is that the appearance of the gods in the Ziguang Ruins is just a rumor.

At least until now, Tang Zhen did not feel the existence of the gods, so he could not determine whether the rumor was true or false.

If it were elsewhere, Tang Zhen would have ignored such rumors, because the authenticity was really minimal.

But now it is in the spiritual realm, in front of the reputation of Ziguangxu, Tang Zhen really does not directly deny the confidence.

So he decided to observe slowly and even enter into it in person to prove that the rumor is true or not?

Unconsciously, a new day arrived.

The residents of Ziguang Market are constantly appearing. They do n’t care about the practitioners around, they just collect wild fruits and vegetables by themselves.

From time to time, Aboriginal people will also talk to practitioners because they are already familiar with each other.

If you were n’t at Ziguang Market, you would never be able to see such a scene, but the local aborigines were all used to it.

"So you are here, how was your night?"

A clear voice came from the ear, and the sisters who operated the pub happened to pass by Tang Zhen.

There is also the quirky little girl who is now holding a pet like a puppy and running continuously among the flowers.

It was the younger sister who had a faint smile on her face.

"It's okay, comfortable and comfortable, and you can see wonderful singing and dancing performances."

Tang Zhen stretched a lazy waist and said with a faint smile.

"Your luck is good. They don't dance and sing every day. I have only seen it a dozen times so far."

Tang Zhen nodded and looked at the basket they were carrying, which was covered with a layer of green grass.

"What do you want to do when you get up so early?"

The younger sister pointed to the jug next to [Baidu novel www.tomtxt.com] and smiled and replied: "Every morning, a grass grows in the grass of Ziguang Market.

This fruit is crunchy and sweet, and it is the main material for making fine wine, and the picking time is only one hour, otherwise the fruit will disappear.

So every morning, I will come to Ziguang Market with my sister to pick berries for winemaking. "

After a brief explanation, the sisters said goodbye to Tang Zhen and walked slowly towards the Ziguang Market in front.

Tang Zhen smiled and watched the sisters leave, but soon showed an unexpected expression.

Because I don't know when to start, the faint purple light has diffused above the grassland in front.