Chapter 225 Fangxing

Chapter 225 Fangxing

Walking around, Tu Shanjun did not show up.

However, as long as there is magical support, even if you are in the flag, you can know the outside world well.

Although I always feel that the main soul is myself, in fact the main soul is just an extension of the soul flag, just like the limbs and palms of a person.

The soul flag is a magic weapon, and the main soul is the strength of the golden elixir in its early stage.

After absorbing the golden elixir monks from the Rakshasa Void Clan, since the soul flag body did not improve the strength of the main soul, Tu Shanjun actually also benefited, and his strength was no longer as strong as the first one.

Jindan Zhenren's strength is enough to cover up the soul flag.

Unless there are monks who are much higher than him, there is no way to intercept his transmission.

"clang!"

Ding Xie, who was talking to Tu Shanjun, was awakened by the sound of knocking.

When his eyes touched, it turned out to be a foundation-building monk setting up a stall.

The four corners of the iron cage are affixed with talismans.

The yellow talisman is outlined with cinnabar and flutters in the wind, like a swaying willow leaf. If it sticks to it, it will be blown away by the breeze at any time.

It's just that little bit, but it's as solid as a rock. Even strong winds can't take off the yellow talisman.

"Fellow Taoist, do you need some good hooking materials?"

The speaker put down the gong in his hand, and a smile appeared on his originally tense face.

Ding Xie glanced around, and pairs of faint eyes appeared in the stacked four-corner iron cages. Most of them were advanced spirits, of all types, and they were all huddled in the iron cages with scars.

He shivered under that man's blow.

Ding Xie pointed to the iron cage placed in front: "How much does this moon fox cost?"

"With the friendly eyes of the Taoist, this moon fox is about to build a foundation. It was the poor Taoist who spent so much effort to catch it."

"If fellow Taoist sincerely want it, five spiritual stones."

"Top grade?"

"Of course it's top grade." The Taoist said with a smile.

He also saw that Ding Xie's cultivation was profound, so he said hello.

Ding Xie had already calculated the conversion in his mind when he thought of it. Five high-grade spiritual stones, according to the exchange rate, would cost about 2,945 low-grade spiritual stones. However, the exchange rate fluctuates, and maybe it has already reached three. Thousands of dollars.

Spend three thousand spiritual stones to buy a moon fox that can practice Qi Dzogchen.

Expensive.

"Does this fellow Taoist want this Moon Fox?" While Ding Xie was thinking about it, a foundation-building monk walked past him.

Ding Xie shook his head, cupped his hands and walked away. Tushanjun also said it was too expensive, so he gave up the idea.

As soon as he left, the price had been negotiated at the stall behind him. The stall owner took out the moon fox, and the buyer easily peeled off the skin and drew blood. The technique was simple and neat. In just a moment, all the materials were placed properly, and then he got into the crowd.

Everyone around him has long been accustomed to this.

Before it could pass, a crowd gathered in front of them, and the shouts were rising.

Ding Xie stopped and looked inside.

In front of the monk in regular clothes were different types of magic weapon rings, each with a price tag. He thought they were magic weapons, but after taking a closer look, he discovered that they were 'spiritual control rings'.

The Spirit Taming Ring, also known as the Beast Taming Ring, is the unique magical weapon of the Spirit Taming Sect.

The moment you take it out, you will know where the opponent is coming from.

When walking around the world, disciples of great sects more or less carry this kind of object that can be distinguished at a glance, which can save countless conflicts.

No wonder so many monks gathered here.

No one can refuse to raise a favorite spiritual pet, just like no monk can refuse a flying sword.

Ding Xie squeezed out from the crowd and snapped up one.

However, it can only forcefully lock and restrain the spirits in the Qi training stage.

Don't worry about those at the foundation level. They were trained by the Yuling Sect from childhood. They grew up together with the monks. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are brothers in the same sect.

Once a spirit develops intelligence on its own and successfully transforms into a spirit, it will be too difficult to domesticate it.

The demon cultivators do not fight independently. If they join a large sect like Mo Palace, they will become fellow monks. If they want to kill, draw blood and refine marrow, they have to consider whether they can withstand the wrath of Mo Palace.

However, monsters, monsters, and monsters are often looked down upon by others even if they achieve great things.

Mountain spirits and ghosts are often violent and cannibalistic, so fights between the two sides are not uncommon.

This has been the case since time immemorial.

A large sect like Mo Palace only has this one in the entire Xiaohuang Realm. Its protection is limited and cannot compare with the prosperity of human cultivation.

For example, Master Chiyun of Dongyuan City is a traditional monk. It is not a tradition such as classic techniques, but a tradition of concepts, adhering to the philosophy of others.

"Why?"

Ding Xie suddenly looked over and saw the stall owner sitting cross-legged in the corner, wearing a hood and closing his eyes to practice martial arts. There were more than a dozen dark jars placed in front of him.

The lingering evil aura made Ding Xie quite concerned.

Squatting on the ground without any image, the spirit officer's Dharma Eyes were moving, and the evil aura became more abundant.

"Fellow Taoist, are you interested?" The stall owner who was sitting cross-legged opened his eyes and there was a hint of doubt in his voice.

His jar contained captured ghosts and monsters, all of which were covered with demon-suppressing and demon-suppressing charms.

The handsome man in front of him had an authentic Taoist aura, so he shouldn't be interested in these heretics.

Of course, it wasn't Ding Xie who was interested, it was Tu Shanjun in the soul flag.

"Fellow Taoist, you are polite." Ding Xie cupped his hands and asked, "In the jar?"

"It's a ghost."

"This green altar contains a basic foundation-building Dao Lao ghost. I captured it in Zhangxi. The wind and rain were howling. I heard the whistling and humming before I discovered this troublesome ghost."

"There are ghosts in the black altar, practicing Qi to perfection."

"..."

There are more than a dozen kinds of ghosts and monsters with different cultivation levels.

The strongest one is Dao Lao, who is in the early stage of foundation building.

Tu Shanjun is also very good at researching ghosts. Daolao is a living corpse. Unlike zombies, this thing has a ghost.

"What's the price?" Ding Xie waved proudly.

"Which one is this fellow Taoist asking about?"

"all!"

After the words fell, the hooded monk was stunned. Could it be that he had been taken advantage of?

It doesn't look like it.

In terms of cultivation, the handsome Taoist in front of him was infinitely more advanced than him. He should not be a fool, nor was he joking.

…

The value of ghosts is inferior to that of spirits, and the power of the ghost blood talisman is also greatly reduced. It would be easier to refine a heretical method of conquering ghosts.

Xuanmen Zongzong mostly kills ghosts and collects materials, and a body of flesh, blood, essence and blood is of some use.

Most of the materials for refining weapons are taken from powerful ghosts and monsters, such as non-transformable bones, internal organs, bile,...

Ghosts can accumulate strength faster by eating people, and human monks can also peel off ghosts' skin and cramps to make decoctions and pills.

The hooded monk has been setting up the stall for half a month and is about to sell two of them. As long as you are willing, you can catch this thing by yourself. Unless it is urgently needed, no one will spend a lot of money to buy the whole one. Most of them buy the ingredients from the medicine shop.

Unexpectedly, I was shot today.

I didn't care too much, I just roughly estimated the price and packaged it for Ding Xie.

That is to say, the sword is more expensive and costs 7,000 low-grade spiritual stones, and the others are not expensive.

However, Tu Shanjun is very wealthy and doesn't care about these things at all.

To Tu Shanjun, spiritual stones are just money and have no special meaning.

It can be converted into strength, and some premium will not hurt.

As Ding Xie bought all the jars, the hooded monk laughed twice, packed up his clothes and left.

After all, the goods that have been backlogged for a long time are sold, how can it not be joyful?

…

On the way, he drained the jar and threw all the ghosts into the soul banner.

Ding Xie's own strength has reached the pinnacle of foundation building, and no one peeps into his true or false status, except for the golden elixir monks. However, how can the golden elixir monks in Wanfa Sect's market have the time to care about a foundation building monk? go.

What's more, there is also Tu Shanjun in the golden elixir realm among the soul flags.

The soul flag absorbed a dozen ghosts and monsters, adding a bit of evil energy.

Want to advance is still far away.

When asked about it, these ghosts have nothing to offer.

Tu Shanjun pondered slightly: "Is it because the monks wiped out the spiritual intelligence in advance?"

"Therefore, Wenpo cannot extract the magic they know."

There should be some influence in this regard, but we need to look at it again.

However, after obtaining the legacy of the Rakshasa Void Clan, Tu Shanjun no longer trusts and relies on Wenpo. Others' techniques are not the best. Although being lazy saves a lot of hard work, it is not suitable for him.

The right way is to use it as a reference to perfect your own techniques.

On the contrary, you can accept the various arts of cultivating immortals to improve your own auxiliary cultivation method.

The message fell into Ding Xie's ears.

The last time I met Master Chiyun, Tushanjun was very uncomfortable with his scrutiny. At that time, he was even more guilty, fearing that he would be found guilty.

In the final analysis, the lack of strength is coupled with the lack of confidence.

"Most demon sects are in places like this. For example, the Skeleton Golden Pill I encountered last time was born in the Corpse Demon Sect. There is a huge Yinshan tomb mountain range that serves as a place to raise corpses. There are many ghosts and monsters born there."

"..."

Upon hearing that it was a demon sect, Tushanjun suddenly felt that there was no hope.

The large sect is extremely powerful, and there are dozens of golden elixir monks in the sect, and there may even be the immortal Nascent Soul Ancestor, who broke into other people's mountain gates only after he got tired of living.

"Ghosts and monsters have their own territory like wild beasts. Don't they have a huge power like Mo Palace?"

Tu Shanjun's reminder seemed to remind Ding Xie of something.

"It really does!"

"There is a netherworld in the south of the small wilderness. Most of the ghosts and monsters go there to seek shelter from the old ghosts."

"Famous?"

"Of course Netherland is famous."

Tu Shanjun didn't say much.

All demons know that they won’t be bullied if they stick together, and the same goes for ghosts.

Speaking of group gatherings, Tushanjun thought of his fellow villagers again.

After so many years, I don’t know how the fellow villager who ran away is doing.

Are you still alive?

After walking for another two hours, I visited all the stalls in Dongfang.

I originally thought that there were some rare materials or treasures that I could miss, but after walking around for a while, Tushanjun couldn't help but be disappointed.

There are no such things of unknown origin, they are all clearly marked.

After telling Ding Xie this idea, Ding Xie burst out laughing: "Brother Tu Shan, those who can become monks are not fools. Even if there are loopholes to be found, they will not appear in such a large market."

"Moreover, Guxian Tower itself takes over the task of appraisal."

"Ancient Immortal?"

"That's right, Ancient Immortal."

"What a big tone, you actually call me 'ancient immortal'?"

Tu Shanjun felt that the poster was too loud.

The more he practiced, the more difficulties he found. Tushanjun even doubted whether there were immortals in the world.

Among the classics I have read, I have never seen anyone ascending to immortality.

Jindan is already so worried. In the future, he will face thunder tribulation, human tribulation, inner demon tribulation, three disasters and dangers, and five declines of heaven and man...

To mortals, monks are immortals and legends.

However, for monks, immortals are even more legendary among legends.

To this day, Tu Shanjun still doesn’t know the realm after Nascent Soul, because he has never heard of such a number one person in Xiaohuang Realm.

The gap between each realm is too huge.

Crossing a large realm is a qualitative change, which basically eliminates the thought of ordinary monks crossing realms to kill enemies.

"Guxian Tower has a good reputation and has many semicolons. Regardless of whether it's good or evil, it's all about selling face. It's mysterious."

"There is a semicolon in Beifang."

Ding Xie didn't seem to realize anything, and easily told Tu Shanjun what he knew.

People have millions of disturbing thoughts, and Tushanjun is no exception. Fortunately, as a Jindan monk, he has a solid state of mind, will identification, and a turn of magic to eliminate all the influences.

Tu Shanjun did not ask Ding Xie about this matter. Besides Wanfa Sect, there was also Shang Sect. Ding Xie had never left Xiaohuang Territory, so how could he possibly know.

Sometimes it is useless to know too much.

Or think about how to fill up the Soul Flag with thousands of souls and become a well-deserved Ten Thousand Soul Flag.