Chapter: 6734
Zhuo Wen didn't speak, just nodded, and silently followed behind the innocent woman.
After the innocent woman took Zhuo Wen for seven or eight blocks, Zhuo Wen found that the surroundings suddenly became much quieter and deserted.
Zhuowen looked around and found that this was a dilapidated block, which was not at the same level as the blocks they had walked before.
Compared with other blocks, this block is more like a slum. The monks around are scattered, all of them have faint and weak breaths, and their cultivation bases are all below the Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth.
Zhuo Wen looked around, but frowned slightly.
His spiritual consciousness is far sharper than that of the monks in the great calamity of the universe, and even many powerful men of the universe may not be able to match it.
As soon as he entered this dilapidated neighborhood, he felt something was wrong.
In the dark of this dilapidated block, he vaguely felt a powerful aura.
It's just that these auras are concealed and restrained. If Zhuo Wen's consciousness is not very different from ordinary people, he may not be able to detect these auras that can be hidden.
"My lord, the entrance to the black market is in the hall in front!"
Seeing that Zhuo Wen's footsteps suddenly slowed down, the innocent woman turned her head to look at Zhuo Wen suspiciously, and pointed to an old and dilapidated stone temple at the end of the block.
The surface of this stone temple is covered with mottled traces of time. It should have been pure white marble, but because of years or other factors, it has been stained with dense black spots, just like the spots on the face of a dead person.
Zhuo Wen took a deep look at Yanmeng, and said expressionlessly: "Continue to lead the way!"
Yanmeng looked as usual and continued to lead the way.
Soon, the two arrived at the gate of the ancient hall at the end of the block.
The moment he stepped into the gate of the ancient hall, Zhuo Wen's eyes flashed with a strong cold light.
At that moment, he clearly felt that in the depths of the hall, there were several powerful auras full of malice.
Around the main hall, there are even more destructive waves of attacking formations. Obviously, a not weak attacking formation was deliberately arranged in this hall.
"Has the entrance to the black market arrived?"
After walking for another quarter of an hour in the dark hall, Yan Meng stopped, her fragrant shoulders suddenly shrugged, and then she burst out laughing.
Yan Meng turned around slowly, the pitiful and pure look in her big eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by joking, contempt and complacency.
"My lord, you are so innocent, you are so easy to deceive! It can be said that you are the most stupid idiot among so many people I have met!"
Yan Meng laughed without image, and kept saying words that ridiculed and belittled Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, pretending to be 'doubtful' and said: "What do you mean?"
Yan Meng sneered, did not answer Zhuo Wen's question, but stretched out her slender hands and clapped lightly.
The crisp and pleasant applause resounded leisurely in the dark hall.
Whoosh whoosh!
Only three breaking wind sounds could be heard in the darkness deep in the hall.
Behind Yanmeng, at unknown time, three men appeared.
The aura of these three people is stronger than that of Yanmeng, and they have reached the late stage of the Great Tribulation of Qiankun.
"Hand over all your belongings! I can consider letting go of your life, only destroying your cultivation." Yan Meng covered her mouth and laughed mockingly.
Under the signal of Yan Meng's eyes, the three men surrounded Zhuo Wen in the middle of a triangle.
"Huh? Robbery?" Zhuo Wen asked with a frown.
"What an idiot, didn't you realize it until now?" Yan Meng continued to sneer.
Zhuo Wen looked calm, and he said indifferently: "That is to say, the black market and the tickets for the god ship you just told me are all fake, is it a pretense to deceive me into taking the bait?"
Yanmeng was taken aback, but she didn't expect that the young Moxiu in front of her would actually care about the black market and the ticket for the divine ship. Could it be that this guy is not afraid of death?
"That's not true. There is indeed a mysterious black market in Zixuan Holy City! And the tickets for divine ships are occasionally circulated in the black market! I have only entered the black market once. If I hadn't been clever, I might have died in the black market." It's in there!"
"A place like the black market is not something that a low-level cultivation base like me can go in casually! Even someone with a strong cosmic law may not be completely safe in that kind of place."
When it comes to the black market, Yanmeng seems to be dreaming of a nightmare, with a frightened look in her beautiful eyes.
"It turns out that you have been in the black market! Very good, then I can consider saving your life first!" Zhuo Wen said lightly. JrNovels.com
After the innocent woman took Zhuo Wen for seven or eight blocks, Zhuo Wen found that the surroundings suddenly became much quieter and deserted.
Zhuowen looked around and found that this was a dilapidated block, which was not at the same level as the blocks they had walked before.
Compared with other blocks, this block is more like a slum. The monks around are scattered, all of them have faint and weak breaths, and their cultivation bases are all below the Great Calamity of Heaven and Earth.
Zhuo Wen looked around, but frowned slightly.
His spiritual consciousness is far sharper than that of the monks in the great calamity of the universe, and even many powerful men of the universe may not be able to match it.
As soon as he entered this dilapidated neighborhood, he felt something was wrong.
In the dark of this dilapidated block, he vaguely felt a powerful aura.
It's just that these auras are concealed and restrained. If Zhuo Wen's consciousness is not very different from ordinary people, he may not be able to detect these auras that can be hidden.
"My lord, the entrance to the black market is in the hall in front!"
Seeing that Zhuo Wen's footsteps suddenly slowed down, the innocent woman turned her head to look at Zhuo Wen suspiciously, and pointed to an old and dilapidated stone temple at the end of the block.
The surface of this stone temple is covered with mottled traces of time. It should have been pure white marble, but because of years or other factors, it has been stained with dense black spots, just like the spots on the face of a dead person.
Zhuo Wen took a deep look at Yanmeng, and said expressionlessly: "Continue to lead the way!"
Yanmeng looked as usual and continued to lead the way.
Soon, the two arrived at the gate of the ancient hall at the end of the block.
The moment he stepped into the gate of the ancient hall, Zhuo Wen's eyes flashed with a strong cold light.
At that moment, he clearly felt that in the depths of the hall, there were several powerful auras full of malice.
Around the main hall, there are even more destructive waves of attacking formations. Obviously, a not weak attacking formation was deliberately arranged in this hall.
"Has the entrance to the black market arrived?"
After walking for another quarter of an hour in the dark hall, Yan Meng stopped, her fragrant shoulders suddenly shrugged, and then she burst out laughing.
Yan Meng turned around slowly, the pitiful and pure look in her big eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by joking, contempt and complacency.
"My lord, you are so innocent, you are so easy to deceive! It can be said that you are the most stupid idiot among so many people I have met!"
Yan Meng laughed without image, and kept saying words that ridiculed and belittled Zhuo Wen.
Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, pretending to be 'doubtful' and said: "What do you mean?"
Yan Meng sneered, did not answer Zhuo Wen's question, but stretched out her slender hands and clapped lightly.
The crisp and pleasant applause resounded leisurely in the dark hall.
Whoosh whoosh!
Only three breaking wind sounds could be heard in the darkness deep in the hall.
Behind Yanmeng, at unknown time, three men appeared.
The aura of these three people is stronger than that of Yanmeng, and they have reached the late stage of the Great Tribulation of Qiankun.
"Hand over all your belongings! I can consider letting go of your life, only destroying your cultivation." Yan Meng covered her mouth and laughed mockingly.
Under the signal of Yan Meng's eyes, the three men surrounded Zhuo Wen in the middle of a triangle.
"Huh? Robbery?" Zhuo Wen asked with a frown.
"What an idiot, didn't you realize it until now?" Yan Meng continued to sneer.
Zhuo Wen looked calm, and he said indifferently: "That is to say, the black market and the tickets for the god ship you just told me are all fake, is it a pretense to deceive me into taking the bait?"
Yanmeng was taken aback, but she didn't expect that the young Moxiu in front of her would actually care about the black market and the ticket for the divine ship. Could it be that this guy is not afraid of death?
"That's not true. There is indeed a mysterious black market in Zixuan Holy City! And the tickets for divine ships are occasionally circulated in the black market! I have only entered the black market once. If I hadn't been clever, I might have died in the black market." It's in there!"
"A place like the black market is not something that a low-level cultivation base like me can go in casually! Even someone with a strong cosmic law may not be completely safe in that kind of place."
When it comes to the black market, Yanmeng seems to be dreaming of a nightmare, with a frightened look in her beautiful eyes.
"It turns out that you have been in the black market! Very good, then I can consider saving your life first!" Zhuo Wen said lightly. JrNovels.com
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