Taoist Fang Xian

Chapter 72 Barter
After he flew to the mountain where he stood side by side with Taoist Tiger, he didn't stop at all.

After all, this is the past.

Even Taoist Feihe's body was burned away by him, and his soul was enslaved by Taoist Tiger to become a ghost.

There is absolutely no chance of turning over.

across this mountain.

Then Fang Xin came to the back of this mountain forest.

Looking into the distance.

All I could see was under the high mountain on the opposite side, in the green grassland, one Taoist priest after another was circling in it.

Some sat next to the boulder, some sat on the grass, and some found a hidden place in a corner.

They are no longer constrained by each other. They wear Taoist robes uniformly in the Taoist palace, and there are all kinds of weird clothes.

It's quite normal to show your breasts and show your breasts, with ghosts and gods painted on your face.

What's even more bizarre is that it directly turned into a beast shape.

Scorpions, centipedes, big toads, snakes, rats and ants, all five poisons~
Look at the way they spread the cloth in front of them.

Suddenly, here is a small neighborhood where barter is used, a small market.

Then look towards the opposite valley.

I saw that in the tall valley, at this moment, countless yellow scarf warriors, ghost soldiers, five battalions of rampant soldiers had built tall buildings one after another.

On every tall building, there are black cloths hanging one after another.

Ghosts or zombies are painted on it.

There are gossip and various symbols of weapons.

Impressively.

This is a collective camp built by Sanshan Palace in this mirage.

Especially above this valley, the green will-o'-the-wisp and the gloomy clouds.

It couldn't be more stylish.

Looking carefully into the valley, I can only see that the deeper part of the valley, where the green grass seems to be dense, seems to be slowly becoming deeper at this moment.

If he is not mistaken.

The place that seems to be getting darker seems to be flying ants one after another, and locusts are gnawing on the grass and trees.

This is practiced here by Gu cultivators.

I'm afraid it won't be long before the place where the green trees are sinking will turn into the gloomy Sanshan Palace, full of dust everywhere.

This is not over yet.

On the other side of the valley is a saline-alkali land like wasteland.

Usually there is a little water source.

But at the moment.

The seemingly barren saline-alkali land not only has no water source, but instead has layers of black air, emerging from the ground to the outside.

"Gulu Gulu Gulu~"

Occasionally, a claw was stretched out in the ground.

Then it sank into the ground again.

Between the ups and downs, it seems that there are countless corpses fighting below.

One after another, the black coffins were covered by the bright red robes, presenting a gossip orientation.

Suddenly, this place has become an extraordinary place for raising corpses.

Deeper has been shrouded in clouds.

I don't know which fellow practitioner from the Dao Palace is doing something weird inside.

And it's not over yet.

See with spiritual sense.

In an instant, he could sense the empty and uninhabited land at the foot of the high mountain on the opposite side, and it seemed that there were one after another thoughts gathering in it.

Look at the wooden sign hanging under the big tree.

Look at the bones buried under the loess, and the clothes that sank in the water.

Impressively.

That seemingly mediocre place at the foot of the high mountain was regarded by some monk as a place where his own soldiers and horses camped.

Although it looks ordinary at the moment.

But if soldiers and horses are really summoned, then there will be layers of ghosts and gods appearing at the foot of the mountain, and then flying sand and rocks.

This beautiful, fairyland-like pure land on earth was almost transformed into a branch of Sanshan Palace in just a few days.

have to say.

This style of practice is really imprinted in his bones.

With this appearance, no one would dare to believe it, even if he pretended to be famous and upright.

Accustomed to the way of doing things in the Taoist Palace, Fang Xin didn't say anything, after all, he himself is not a good person.

Falling breeze.

Fang Xin walked along the ready-made path, step by step, towards the strange looking square city where many people gathered.

The whole city was extremely quiet.

After all, those who can come here are basically Taoists of the warlock level.

Buy it if you buy it, and pull it down if you don’t buy it.

It seems to be a bit orderly.

While wandering around in this square city, he saw a lot of good things.

It's like the old man with a bamboo hat sitting under the big rock as tall as a person in the front.

A red cloth was spread in front of the white-haired old man, and on the red cloth were three or five round eggs with strange patterns.

Look at the way the inspiration bursts out here.

It was probably the egg of some strange beast.

At this moment, several Taoists with big snakes around their waists and parrots on their shoulders were bargaining with him in front of him, and it seemed that they all wanted to domesticate one.

After all, this strange beast is not easy to raise.

If you want to raise a beast as your own bodyguard, you have to cultivate it carefully from the eggshell.

If you want to cultivate adult beasts, you can only practice special spells.

so.

This strange beast egg, which is shining with colorful light, is the most favored by Taoists.

Although Fang Xin also wanted to tame an extraordinary beast, he knew what it meant to be polite.

After all, it is still in this mirage, where there is enough time to devote to domesticating strange animals.

When will he complete his practice.

When he no longer has to be afraid of others threatening him and killing him.

Feed as many as you want.

Thinking of this, he turned his head resolutely and walked into the large-looking market stall in the distance.

Follow him around inside.

He also looked at most of the things in it.

Generally speaking, many Taoists are entering the mirage, and they want to exchange the gains they have gained during this period for something.

Both good and bad.

That's purely a matter of personal perspective.

And in such an environment, Fang Xin's eyes suddenly lit up:
"There really is such a thing."

"Sure enough, there are many talents in the Dao Palace!"

He looked where his eyes could see.

All I saw was a stand of a big red toad placed in the middle of the lake.

Among the large lotus leaves floating on the water, there were five corpses of strange beasts that seemed to be only three to five feet long.

Looking at the shrunken body of the strange beast, and the extremely condensed blood, it was impressively refined by the Taoist.

Although it looks like only three or five feet.

But its real body size must be at least three to five feet in size, otherwise it would not be able to condense such a bloodline with extraordinary power.

See here.

Fang Xin walked up quickly, and then asked the big toad:
"Fellow Daoist, I don't know what to exchange for the body of this strange beast?"

(End of this chapter)