Chapter 771 Ming Zeng’s style became an instant hit (please subscribe, please collect)

Chapter 772 Ming Zeng’s style became an instant hit (please subscribe and collect)

"Does this fellow Taoist need to buy the Corpse King Pill that is unique to the Corpse King Sect? There are everything from the second-order low-grade to the third-order high-grade, so you can be fooled."

Sun Mingzeng had just left a shop when a vulgar-looking monk came forward and tried to sell some so-called Corpse King Pills.

The Corpse King Pill is a rather special elixir. It is not refined and purified from various raw materials by the alchemist. It is cultivated from the body of second-level low-grade or above spiritual corpses, and each spiritual corpse will eventually die. Only one Corpse King Pill can be cultivated in a lifetime.

And in most cases, the Corpse King Pill is usually refined by the owner of the spiritual corpse. In rare cases, it will be exported in exchange for the required spiritual items.

The properties of the Corpse King Pill itself are the same as those of the spirit corpse itself. It is a genuine panacea that can assist monks in their practice and has no other side effects.

If there is a suitable opportunity, Sun Mingzeng would naturally not mind buying a third-level mid-to-high-grade water-attribute corpse king elixir to assist his own practice, but this kind of treasure is certainly not something that the early-stage monk with the shrinking golden elixir in front of him can give him. of.

"The Corpse King Pill is a forbidden treasure of the Corpse King Sect. Do you really have such a treasure and can you sell it? Or do you simply think that I am an outsider who can be deceived at will without any consequences?"

Sun Mingzeng's eyes widened and he scolded sternly. He was not at all polite to the monk who came to his door. He was like a bloodthirsty murderer who could kill him at any time with absolute advantage.

"This fellow Taoist, don't be angry, don't be angry, this is where the Corpse King's Gate City is located, and several Corpse King's Golden Core Stage monks are here."

The early-stage Jindan monk seemed to have been frightened enough at this moment. He backed away repeatedly and waved his hands with a look of begging for mercy on his face, fearing that he would be annihilated in the next moment.

This is not an unfounded worry. Many monks who have been wanted for many years or who practice some evil and evil techniques are cautious and nervous, and are always on the verge of collapse. It is common for them to fight over disagreements. Once they are in this state, they will completely let themselves go. , will not encounter the slightest bit of self-control at all.

"Hmph, if you continue to cheat here in the future, even if you provoke the Corpse King Sect, I will definitely tear off your head and kick it as a ball."

Sun Mingzeng's eyes turned red, and after scolding him, he left without looking back and headed straight to the deepest part of Fang City.

"There are really crazy people everywhere, and I don't know which corner they came from."

It wasn't until it was confirmed that Sun Mingzeng had disappeared into the distance that the seemingly frightened monk calmed down again and left in search of the next target.

This kind of monk who has been seeking a life in the Corpse King's Gate City all year round will naturally not give up easily because of a threat from Sun Mingsheng. As long as he is in the Gate City, his safety is basically safe.

"The world of cultivation in Northern Xinjiang is really completely different."

Half a day later, Sun Mingzeng couldn't help but lamented that reading thousands of books is not as good as traveling thousands of miles. It is conceivable that this trip to northern Xinjiang has broadened his horizons, and the immediate effect is to strengthen his Taoist heart.

Of course, in addition to some spiritual objects commonly used in evil sects and crooked ways, there are also many spiritual objects that are unique to Northern Xinjiang in Corpse King Menfang City, many of which Sun Mingzeng has seen for the first time.

Seeing the hunting spirit, Sun Mingzeng couldn't help but buy some of these spiritual objects. Although his grade was slightly inferior, it was rare and rare. If he returned to the family to cultivate it successfully in the future, it would also be a stable source of spiritual stones. Among them The meaning can be imagined.

Throughout the process of learning about the Corpse King's Menfang City parade, he naturally also subconsciously collected some recent popular events and news among the monks in Northern Xinjiang, trying to get more information from them.

Sun Mingzeng's appearance in Corpse King Menfang City did not attract any interested people's attention. After all, as one of the few large-scale cities in northern Xinjiang, there are a lot of monks coming and going every day, and the Golden Core Stage monks are not too conspicuous.

One day later, Sun Mingzeng turned into a stream of light and disappeared into the distance. This trip to the Corpse King's Menfang City came to an end. During this period, he gained quite a lot. In addition to various rare spiritual objects, the biggest The biggest gain is a complete and detailed map describing some dangerous places and spiritual veins in northern Xinjiang.

Relying on this map, the efficiency of Sun Mingzeng's follow-up actions can be greatly improved, and all actions will become more targeted.

"I wonder which Taoist friend has been following Lao Cheng? What is his intention?"

About a thousand miles away from Corpse King Menfang City, Sun Mingzeng stopped on a mountain peak without spiritual veins. His piercing eyes shot out streaks of light. He looked around, and his spiritual consciousness shot back and forth to prevent him. Just in case, just in case.

Sun Mingzeng believed that his actions in Corpse King Menfang City were not out of the ordinary, and he did not even purchase a third-level mid-grade or above spiritual object.

Even with such caution, it still attracted the attention and greed of other monks, which is really unbelievable. At the same time, he has a clearer understanding of the greed and cruelty of the cultivation world in northern Xinjiang.

Of course, he didn't have any regrets in his heart, and he even looked eager to try out the first whetstone to jump out after entering Northern Xinjiang.

"Since fellow Taoist is unwilling to show up, I will personally take action and ask fellow Taoist to show up."

Sun Mingsheng had become serious as he spoke. The flying knife gourd was constantly spinning above his head, and the flying knives contained in it might appear at any time.

Although the magic weapon of the Flying Knife Gourd is no longer able to meet the cultivation needs of the monks, relying on its numerical advantage, the task of alerting the enemy can still be easily accomplished.

"Why are you so anxious, fellow Taoist? I don't mean any harm, I just have a good thing that I need to share with you. I wonder if you are interested?"

Before Sun Mingzeng could take action, an honest-looking monk wearing a green robe had already appeared behind a blue stone.

"Fellow Taoist, following the old man in such a sneaky way, is this the so-called benefit? If you want to invite me, it needs to be based on strength. Not just any cat or dog can act at will."

Sun Mingzeng didn't trust the other party's words at all. Before he finished speaking, a water-blue light appeared and sprayed out from the palm-sized water bowl magic weapon.

The flying knife gourd that had been accumulating above his head was also not far behind. A series of sword lights shot out, and hundreds of lancets cut around the uninvited monk, seeming to tear him into pieces. .

"Fellow Taoist, why are you so impatient? Please stop, please stop."

This honest-faced monk seemed to have also not expected that Sun Mingzeng would start fighting without saying a word, and there was no trace of human feelings between each move.

Of course, it was impossible to just take a beating without fighting back. As the battle broke out, this middle-stage Jindan monk also did not fall behind at all, and struck out in all directions with a four-line treasure hammer.