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Chapter 491 The Reputation of Tushan Sword Cultivator

Underground auctions were empty.

Apart from the monks from the Huaxue Palace and the Lingbao Shang Family, only the man in black robe who had just spoken stood there with a slight embarrassment and annoyance, and the surroundings were quiet.

"A bunch of rats!"

"No matter how strong the Golden Core cultivators are, what will happen if more than 40 Golden Core cultivators swarm us? We have so much wealth in front of us, but we don't want to take it. It's no wonder that we have fled here, and our path has stagnated."

He said rather sarcastically.

There was no one around to answer.

The middle-stage Jindan monk from the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce waved his hand, and the surrounding monks retreated respectfully, and in a blink of an eye, only two of them were left.

"Fellow Taoist, as usual, the underground auction location is only used once, so I'll say goodbye."

"Twenty years later, if you are interested again, you can know the location through the VIP order."

The white-bearded middle-aged Confucian scholar from the Shang family bowed his hands and left, looking as if he didn't intend to have any more contact with her, like a god of plague.

"Shopkeeper, I want to buy information."

The man in black robe said solemnly.

But I saw that the middle-aged Confucian scholar walked faster, as if he hadn't heard anything.

The man in black robe didn't say much, and threw out a sparkling token, which flew in front of the middle-aged Confucian scholar without a white beard and hovered motionless.

"Star Order?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar paused, showing fear.

This is a token given by Lingbao Chamber of Commerce to important VIPs. This person is at least outstanding in strength, wealth, or power, or both.

"What information does the guest want?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar cast a magic spell, and the formations everywhere in the underground auction rose and activated, especially the hidden formations, which were operated to the limit, trying their best to cover the inside and outside.

"As for that? He's just a golden elixir sword cultivator."

The man in black robe frowned and asked a little depressedly without talking nonsense: "Why did they leave suddenly? Logically speaking, if you don't say whether to do it or not, you won't be so scared. It's all gold." Brother Dan has experienced a lot of life and death fights since he was a child, so what does it matter if he has a reputation?"

"Fellow Taoist asked, what about it?"

The middle-aged Confucian scholar smiled bitterly.

"Nearly a hundred years ago, during the battle in Tushan Fairy City, King Jinta, Lady Qianshe, Shang Chengye, and the Eighteen Bloody Clouds riding bronze drum general Vajra Tutuo were later rumored."

"You are a late-stage cultivator of the Four Great Golden Pills."

"Good and evil, casual cultivators, cold and cold, anyone who dares to take action is now a pile of withered bones."

"Now, you are here again, and you want to go to Tushan Fairy City, which is covered by layers of formations. They should be afraid and suspicious of fishing."

"What are you doubting? I'm just looking for money."

The man in black robe frowned.

"Asking for money doesn't make sense logically."

"Of course, I believe it."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar bowed his hands.

"I left the soft persimmons of the Seven Feathers Sect and the Palace of Transformation of Blood, but I chose to gnaw at the hardest Tushan Immortal City. No one can tell that this is wrong. There must be some reasons, either personal enmity or some big forces. people."

"I'm not curious, you don't need to tell me."

In fact, some people have also made plans for the Blood Palace and the Seven Feather Sect in recent years.

However, it was too scattered internally, and before it even started, there was a fight over the division of the spoils, causing chaos.

In addition, late-stage Jindan monks can run away.

Once a large number of golden elixir monks are discovered, threatening lives, what about the mere sects?

It’s not like I haven’t run before.

How could a group of early and mid-stage monks catch up with the late-stage Jindan monks after taking a roll of all the treasures of heaven and earth and important disciples in the sect and running away for a few breaths?

The dozens of Jindan monks who attacked their mountain gate had better stay together for the rest of their lives.

Otherwise, once dispersed...

"I see."

The man in black robe was silent and said calmly: "I am the first to come to your place, and it is Meng Lang. Thank you very much, shopkeeper, for informing me."

"Serving VIPs of the Chamber of Commerce is a matter of course."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar bowed deeply.

"Give me all the information about Tushan Fairy City, from its establishment to the present."

The man in black robe threw out a bag of spirit stones and said calmly.

"This is prepared for you..."

The middle-aged Confucian scholar said respectfully.

After some hospitality, under the respectful gazes of everyone in the Lingbao Chamber of Commerce, a man in black robe left here through the teleportation array of the underground auction and arrived more than a thousand kilometers away.

Hide your figure and fly in the sky.

"These monks who fled Beiyuan are too cowardly to be of any use."

"It is no longer feasible to clear the land of the Three Kingdoms by one person." The man in black robe said silently in his heart: "Although I can defeat and kill many late-stage Jindan monks working together, but in the opponent's formation, there is not much hope of killing them. , it’s better to wait for someone from the sect to come..."

The flight of light accelerated a little again, passing through the mountains, forests and sky.

"In the sect, what sect?"

In my heart, a voice suddenly appeared.

The voice was young and crisp, like a boy of sixteen or seventeen years old, or a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties, reverberating in his heart, stirring up many ripples.

"Who?!"

The man in black robe was horrified, his whole body lit up with black light, black feathers sprouted from his cheeks, and he shouted sternly.

He has no habit of talking when no one is around!

All of this was what he was thinking. It was simply appalling that someone could directly invade his soul and find out what he was thinking.

The soul is scanning and running wildly in the sea of ​​consciousness.

Finally, in the corner of the sea of ​​consciousness, an extremely subtle blue-gold sword energy was found, carrying a soul-destroying aura.

"Pretend to be a ghost!"

The man in black robe shouted coldly, and the sea of ​​consciousness surged down like a tide, smashing the subtle sword energy here into pieces and disappearing.

His consciousness spread out in all directions, but found nothing.

Not far away, the air became transparent and hazy, and the figure of a young man with an ordinary face appeared.

Obviously the person is here.

However, his spiritual consciousness scanned it and clearly told him that this was just a ball of air with nothing in it. This was true even after repeated scanning.

His heart sank.

"Lord of Tushan City? Lingbao Chamber of Commerce!"

The man in black robe said coldly.

He was guarded just after leaving the house, which made his trust in Lingbao Chamber of Commerce drop to the freezing point, and he felt that he had been betrayed.

The Lingbao Chamber of Commerce here and Tushan Fairy City have colluded together to form a close alliance of interests.

"You mean sect?"

"Since I have been practicing Taoism, the only sect I have offended is the Six Paths Sect."

Jiang Ding looked at the person in front of him and said slowly: "You are stronger than Taoist Tian Kuang, with the purity of your magic power and the concentration of your spiritual consciousness. Are you a direct descendant of the Six Paths Sect? Is your surname Yin or something?"

To judge a monk's strength at the same level, spiritual consciousness and mana are two very accurate coordinates.

"I met a Taoist friend in Xiaheishan."

The man in black robe forced a smile on his face and bowed his hands.

"black?"

"That is the Dao Hei clan of the Six Dao Sect. He is a direct descendant. Fellow Daoist comes from a famous family."

Jiang Ding recalled the memories of Taoist Tiankuang and others, nodded slightly, and asked curiously: "Taoist Yin gave up? Why did they send you guys?"

"This is the territory of the beast."

Heishan's face looked a little ugly, but he recovered and explained: "Yin, before, she was overbearing and took it by force. Later, she found a better place. This place was won by me, the beast."

He was polite and cooperative, without any of the madness and bloodiness of the legendary direct descendant of the Demonic Sect.

"I see."

"It seems that among the Six Paths Sect, the Heavenly Way is the strongest one, while the Animal Way is weaker."

Jiang Ding was thoughtful.

"Fellow Taoist Tushan."

"It was my fault before. I am willing to compensate with half of my net worth. Please forgive me."

Heishan said sincerely: "Although I speak lightly, I am also a direct descendant of the Hei clan of the animal world. I have the mark left by the ancestor of Nascent Soul on my body. Once I die, I can automatically track the surrounding enemies and possess them."

"It's really not worth taking this risk for a villain like me."

His words were humble and contained a tactful warning, and his posture was kept to the lowest level.

Then, his mana surged and tightened, and he stared at the person in front of him.

"No,"

"You are worth it."

Jiang Ding smiled slightly: "I'm very interested in what's in your soul. How about letting me go and check it out? The reward is to keep your body intact."

"Are you excited?"

"court death!"

The smile on the black-robed man's face faded, revealing a cruel look.

He threw out a black-feathered magic weapon, and the aura of the high-grade magic weapon spread all over the place, slashing down with a shrill roar.

(End of this chapter)