The ships docked, and several big cities could be seen in the distance.

The entire island is covered with dark clouds and the bottom is dark, just like the gray sky when the sun sets in the evening.

From time to time, a thunderstorm flashed.

The white and miserable light shone brightly and frightened the earth.

The city below looks extremely gloomy.

Dozens of large cargo ships appeared next to them.

The cargo ship sails are flying in the wind, and the magic circle is drawn with cinnabar on it, and the red magic light is shaking.

On the shore is a dock with crowds of people, and countless coolies wearing black short-ditched moves cargo.

Coolie puts the goods on a carriage or takes them on a boat.

The black sacked boat was carrying a full ship of cargo and headed towards the island.

"This is the cargo ship of the Chamber of Commerce. This is from Yanbo Pavilion, Lingbo Tower..."

Mr. Tao Zhu answered.

Hurry!

When he got off the boat, the smoke ghost suddenly looked at Lu Qian coldly, and then turned into blue smoke and disappeared.

Lu Qian wanted to stop him, but he ran too fast.

The talisman sword also disembarked.

The boatman shouted and disappeared into the smoke.

Only Mr. Tao Zhu and Lu Qian were left behind.

"Fellow Yulong Taoist, I am not familiar with the place. Why don't you go to my place? It's right in the Hei Shui City ahead."

Mr. Tao Zhu pointed to the city ahead and said.

There are towering cities ahead, dozens of rivers passing through them.

There are vague figures entering and leaving the tall city gate.

"Okay!" Lu Qian agreed.

"Do you want to take a boat? Just one or two broken gold or other flowers and grass, medicine, pills and animal bones are fine."

At this time, a black-sailed boat came, with a white-haired ship wearing a hat and dark skin on the ship.

"Hey, you old boy, lion, have a big mouth, and you have a medicine pill and animal bones."

Mr. Tao Zhu jumped onto the boat and threw out a piece of broken gold.

For practitioners, gold and silver are not very valuable.

Some strange places, even mountains of gold, can’t be pulled for a hundred years.

“It’s done!”

The boatman stretched out his bamboo pole and the water waves rippled.

The deeper you go, the more complex the water network becomes.

There are also some black-sailed boats next to them carrying Taoist men of different clothes.

The Hei Shui City is vivid in my mind in the distance, and above the city, there are bursts of black smoke.

The water under the boat was still very clear, and the closer it was to the inside, the more turbid the water became.

The gray-black water floats with all kinds of domestic waste.

There are also ragged people picking up trash by the water.

There is a dark green water grass growing on the shore, about half a person tall.

"Bold! This is what I saw!"

"Beast, I don't even ask about my name in Youlang Hall, so I dare to compete with us for something."

"Fellow Taoists, don't talk nonsense, go there together!"

At this time, noise sounded hundreds of feet away on the shore.

Looking along the blood light, I saw blood light everywhere and gusts of wind.

The dark ghosts fought with the blue-eyed ghost wolf, the Taoist who released the ghost flames, and the strong man who controlled the ghost wolf with the soul bell in his hand.

More than a dozen people fought around one person.

The man in the middle was wearing a black Taoist robe, his eyes were closed, his face turned pale, and he was not breathing. He seemed to have been dead for a long time.

"It should be the lost Taoist priest of the Shenshen. If he uses soul-suming techniques in time, he will be saved, but it will not work now."

Mr. Tao Zhu looked like he was watching the show.

This old man looks like a businessman. After all, he is also a Taoist priest in the late stage of Qi training, so he still has this vision.

"So that's it." Lu Qian suddenly realized.

These two groups of people found a bargain and probably accidentally discovered this corpse of care for the gods, so they had a conflict.

boom!

There was a loud noise in the sky.

A black and red blood cloud flew from a distance, and there was a blood demon with green face and fangs hidden in it.

"Haha, the little guy who Shouxin said, wouldn't he just kill someone? Is it necessary to chase me for thousands of miles?"

"The devil is killed!"

Behind him was a pure white ice divine light, and a clear voice came from the light.

The people below suddenly felt the evil spirits rushing to their faces, and the murderous intent shone straight into their eyebrows.

He turned out to be a Taoist priest who nourished the spirit and condensed the evil spirit.

"There are actually a fighting battle everywhere in this Vientiane Island." Lu Qian said in surprise.

When it comes to the number and quality of a single force, the Tongyou Temple, which is the overlord within a radius of thousands of miles, is definitely better than that.

Overall, there are probably more experts on Vientiane Island to nourish the spirit.

After all, monks gathered from north to south to connect to the sky.

However, the casual cultivators are still much worse than the big sect.

There is no systematic exercise, no inheritance genealogy of the same lineage of fellow practitioners; the power of casual cultivators combines interests, and the centripetal force is much worse than that of the sect.

"Yes, the one here is the masters, and the one who is the one who is the one who is dead is also the masters. However, we should rarely deal with them when we are free cultivators."

The ship sailed into the city.

This Hei Shui City is truly worthy of its name.

A dense network of dark water forms the city roads.

The stone foundations on both sides are very high and covered with turquoise moss.

There are several layers of wooden attics on the foundation, with a dirty atmosphere and a mottled facade.

Of course, it is not all waterways. Some streets paved with bluestone look very clean.

Mr. Tao Zhu told him that this is the residence of the major forces and that ordinary people are not allowed to enter.

Vientiane Island is divided into three levels.

The lowest position is mortals, who do the hardest and most tiring work; then there are casual cultivators in groups of three or three.

The upper level is the Tangkoufang City, composed of casual cultivators and the power of the monk family.

Have your own territory, resources, caves, etc.

Lu Qian noticed a long queue in the street next to him.

Most of them are mortals in black and dark skin.

The front part of the team was a Qing case, with a few bloody tools on it.

An old Taoist with a gloomy gray robe sat on a chair.

"Selling water or selling parts." The old Taoist said to the short-bearded man in front of him as if his eyes were closed.

"Selling water, buying water..." The short-bearded man rubbed his hands, a little cramped.

The old Taoist suddenly picked up a knife and cut a wound on the man's wrist.

Blood flowed like a turbulent, filling the white jade bowl.

"Next!"

The man's face quickly pale, and then the old Taoist used a spell to wipe it off, and the wound quickly disappeared, throwing the man a ingot of gold.

"Sir, I want to sell my waist." said a young man in his twenties.
To be continued...