Longevity starts with learning

Chapter 160
"Token..."

In the end, Chu Mu couldn't suppress the regret in his heart, and fixed his eyes on the token.

He did not forget that the cause of all this was because of this token.

The token is diamond-shaped, dark gold in color, with the word Xuesha engraved on the front, and the font is blood red. At first glance, there is an indescribable sense of blood. On the back is an inscribed ancient pavilion hidden in the clouds.

Chu Mu probed into his consciousness tentatively, and the moment his consciousness touched the token, a wave of information flooded into his mind.

Chu Mu was holding the token in a daze. After a while, he realized that he let out a foul breath, looking at the token in his hand, his eyes seemed a little more uncertain.

The token is not an ordinary thing, but a token of an organization called Blood Killing Pavilion.

If that's all, the token is naturally not very useful, but judging from the information stored in the token, this organization called Blood Killing Pavilion recognizes orders but does not recognize people.

That is to say, those who hold the Blood Killing Order can become members of the Blood Killing Pavilion, work for the Blood Killing Pavilion, and receive rewards.

This token is equivalent to a token without identity restrictions.

As far as the information stored in the token is concerned, there is a contact point in the Fengming Mountain black market.

Chu Mu frowned, thinking silently.

Things seemed to be very clear. The original owner of the token was probably performing some kind of mission, so he didn't dare to carry the token with him, so he hid in room 56.

In the end, he was shot to death by the furious Jade Emperor Valley Foundation Builder, and he just rented room 56. The man in black must have known about the existence of the token, so he had his eye on him.

"Recognize orders but not people... Fengming Mountain black market..."

While whispering, looking at the token again, Chu Mu's eyes seemed to be a little more elusive.

With this token, and the phantom god mask, he really had to go to the Fengming Mountain black market.

It's just a pity that those dozens of spell experiment papers are gone, and I don't know if I can go back to Yuhuanggufang City...

While thinking, Chu Mu put away the token, took out a Broken Spirit, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and breathed out.

In a fight, the soul was damaged, but the body was not too strong. Some skin injuries, under the nourishment of mana, woke up, and they were almost healed.

Next, the trip to the black market in Fengming Mountain can only begin after the spiritual injury has completely healed under the influence of the illusory long knife.

If not, Chu Mu would not dare to run around if he was injured.

But the slow speed of healing above the soul was far beyond Chu Mu's expectations.

It took half a year of spring and autumn before he could barely recover from the injuries he suffered.

Another year of late autumn, the autumn wind is bleak, and the fallen leaves are flying.

In the cave, Chu Mu walked out slowly.

Half a year of living in the wind, eating and sleeping in the open, and when he escaped from the Jade Emperor Valley, he left in a hurry without any clothes. Until now, Chu Mu has become a savage again.

With disheveled hair and ragged clothes, only those eyes are still bright and deep.

[Name: Chu Mu. 】

[Skills: Basic Sword Art (Peak) 2356/10000, Fireball (Peak) 12/10000]

[Forging Body Art (1000/1000)]

[Fire Destruction Level (678/1000)]

[Refining medicine: Dragon Snake Soup: Perfect Fire (1300/2000) Bigu Pill: Beginner and Practice (96/100)]

【Spirit value: 2003.3%】

After half a year of Spring and Autumn, the day after day of practicing the raging fire, finally crossed more than half.

With the appearance of that illusory long knife, the progress of the basic sword technique slowed down significantly.

On the other hand, the practice of fireball technique still maintains a high speed. The fireball technique with only three spell inscriptions on the left and right does not have mysterious abnormalities like the knife technique.

For him, this fireball technique has long since left him with no confusion.

The speed of entry seems to be normal.

Now that it has become popular, the pinnacle of fireball is already equivalent to instant casting, and its power has also been greatly improved. Chu Mu calculated that under normal casting conditions, the power of fireball should be about [-] degrees.

It is estimated that the ultimate casting can reach the power of [-] degrees, or even [-] degrees.

But luck and misfortune, his mana at the first level of qi training is ultimately a limitation, and the improvement of the fireball technique brings about an increase in the consumption of mana. Even though the cultivation level of the first level of qi training has reached more than half, the increase in mana is just enough to make up for it, and it is far from enough.

But even so, Chu Mu reckoned that with his pinnacle fireball technique, it would definitely not be difficult to deal with ordinary qi-training first- and second-level immortal cultivators.

After all, even the black-robed man at the time didn't see any other magical artifacts other than the phantom god mask.

The vast majority of immortals use spells as a means of attack and defense.

Basically, the starting point is the same, so it depends on whose realm is higher, whose spells are more proficient and powerful.

"I have to buy a defensive spell..."

Chu Mu pondered in his heart that the golden glow that almost made him helpless when he fought with the black-robed man back then must be some kind of defensive spell.

Although it may be because the black-robed man's cultivation level is much higher than his own, which led to the indestructibility of defensive spells, but obviously, it can also be seen that defensive spells are also indispensable for immortal cultivators.

Thinking in his heart, Chu Mu has already walked out of the cave, and his soul has recovered, so there is naturally no need to stay in Yuzhu Mountain.

The trip to the black market in Fengming Mountain is also on the agenda.

Running in the mountains is not moving between the treetops. Although he has not learned any body skills, but with his inhuman physical fitness and control of body strength, it seems that he is not weaker than any secular body skills.

Chu Mu had long been familiar with the surrounding terrain, and he was running fast in the mountains, and the direction he was heading seemed to be the Fengming Mountain hundreds of miles away.

A few hundred miles is nothing to any cultivator. A body nourished by spiritual energy and mana is already extraordinary and refined. Traveling four to five hundred miles a day is also easy.

It is not impossible for a cultivator to travel thousands of miles without sleeping or resting.

After traveling day and night, Fengming Mountain, which he had been thinking about for more than half a year, had already appeared in Chu Mu's vision.

Chu Mu took out the card that Wang Mazi had given him back then. At this moment, he seemed to be in Fengming Mountain, and a small arrow appeared on the card, which seemed to be pointing the direction.

Staring at the card, Chu Mu pondered for a moment, looked up at the sky, and checked the disguise of the phantom mask, then followed the arrow on the card and walked towards Fengming Mountain.

As soon as he stepped into Fengming Mountain, the long-lost feeling of peeping came to his heart.

Chu Mu pursed his lips, and looked around casually, but found nothing unusual.

But obviously, he was being targeted.

Outside the square market, there is a place of disorder, and outside the black market, it must be a complete disorder and chaos.

Chu Mu had no doubts.

Right now, he can only hope that the disguise of the phantom god mask can deter the immortal cultivators who are peeping in the dark.

Under the disguise of the phantom god mask, his cultivation base and aura are restrained. Who knows if he is a first-level qi practitioner or a strong foundation builder?
Everyone wants to kill and seize treasures without money, but it must be done with absolute certainty. If you are stunned, you won't live long, let alone in this black market where fish and dragons are mixed.

Chu Mu is very indifferent, at least on the surface, it is as easy as walking in his own backyard. He even directly used the "spiritual blessing" to make this disguise even more bluffing with the help of the spiritual charm.

As he thought, the deterrence brought by the unknown still bluffed the peepers, and the peeping in secret soon dissipated.

Step by step, it is peeping in the dark again and again. For Chu Mu, it is like crossing back and forth in front of the gate of hell again and again.

The back is already soaked, the surface is still indifferent, but the heart is already full of waves.

Even though he was mentally prepared before coming here, he really felt like he was being spied on again and again...

fear!

Only fear.

Obviously, if he didn't have this phantom god mask, and he ran over with the mentality of trying his best, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter Fengming Mountain, and he would be killed easily.

Even with this phantom god mask, it's just pretending to be mysterious and bluffing people. It's like a paper tiger. It looks like a bluffing person, but in fact... it will be broken with one poke!
boom!
Boom boom boom!
A series of roars sounded, not far from Chu Mu's side, and the shrill begging for mercy could be heard clearly.

"Let me go, I'll give you all the Lingshi!"

"Forgive me, spare me!"

Chu Mu glanced at it, but saw a head rolling down, bloody and bloody, the murderous man collected the spoils, then flew into the sky and disappeared from his sight.

And in the ear, the roar of this fighting method seems to be endless.

It seems that it can be seen everywhere?

Chu Mu calmed himself down as much as possible, and walked slowly along the direction of the arrow.

It took about a quarter of an hour before Chu Mu stopped.

"arrive……"

What the arrow points to is a mountain peak, a straight cliff that soars to the sky.

When Chu Mu arrived, he saw with his own eyes several immortal cultivators in black robes and cloth scarves walking out of the cliff one after another.

In the mountain behind him, he could faintly hear the roar of battles. It seemed that the roar had never stopped since he entered the mountain.

"Hand over it!"

"Don't think I can't recognize you!"

"Don't run!"

Right in front of your eyes, a sudden change occurred.

I saw the first immortal cultivator who walked out of the cliff, soaring into the sky after he came out, and the two immortal cultivators who came out next, shouted angrily, and also flew into the air with their imperial weapons, chasing and killing them.

The scene of chasing and fleeing suddenly unfolded right in front of his eyes.

And the other immortal cultivators who came out after that were obviously used to it, some took the opportunity to follow and left, and some were indifferent and left alone.

However, several successive gazes also fell on Chu Mu.

Chu Mu glanced at it, pretended to be calm, and looked as usual, under the "blessing of spiritual brilliance", there was a bit of indescribable depth in his eyes that was extremely bluffing.

Under the disguise of the phantom god mask, it is obviously difficult to see the abnormality.

Within a few steps, under the gaze of several eyes, Chu Mu walked towards the rock wall calmly, and his figure also followed the steps, and slowly sank into the rock wall...

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(End of this chapter)