Yuanming played with the undead spirit seed in his hand. This place was really a treasure. Just talking about the undead spirit seed in his hand, he could just put it in the past and let him exchange it for a city.

Scarcity is precious, and this kind of spiritual seed is hard to come by.

Yuanming was a little curious about the leader of this place. If this place was really an underground city of sin, who would have established the rules here?

At this time, Yuanming unknowingly walked to a tall building, which was visually the height of the silver-white building before Bocheng.

After entering the gate, there were many goods on the counter in the lobby, all of which were low-end items that could be bought in the upper city. Yuanming had no interest in staying at all. He took Mo Fan and Tang Yue to the second floor in an old-fashioned elevator. The second floor sold various demonic bodies, such as the teeth of a one-eyed demon wolf and the eyes of a giant-eyed ape rat...

No interest.

Continue to move upwards, the things on the first ten layers are nothing more than that in Yuanming's opinion. Although he found some special things, he didn't care much about them.

On the eleventh floor, Yuanming stayed in front of a great sword. The sword was pitch black all over, and from time to time, a hot breath hit him.

Seeing Yuanming staying in front of the great sword, a slightly obese middle-aged man walked over with his bloated body.

He glanced at Tang Yue's jade legs with a smile on his face. He realized that these three people must be rich masters at first sight. He hurriedly left another old man next to him who was not buying, and said: "The scales of the Black Flame Troll were smelted and forged. They were extremely sharp, with iron as sharp as mud, and were embedded with the essence of the Black Flame Troll, containing the power of the fire. The sword was slashed out, and the flame effect was equivalent to a breath of the warrior-level black Flame Troll. Of course, if the fire magician could be activated, the power could be stronger."

"What's the price of this sword?"

"We only accept barter, it depends on what you are willing to exchange for." The middle-aged fat man smiled slightly. Things on the first ten floors can be purchased with money, but the things behind need to be bartered.

Yuanming pondered for a moment. The most important thing in his hand was the spirit. So he extracted a war-level spirit from the undead space, emitted a slight golden light in his hand, and said softly: "Is it enough?"

The middle-aged fat man was stunned for a while when he saw the spirit that appeared quietly on Yuanming's hand. He couldn't figure out how anyone could carry the spirit with him without the need for the undead vessel. He wouldn't have carried it with him after the hunt was hunted a while ago, so even if there was no undead vessel, it still existed, but the quality was definitely not good.

They had not received the spirit that was about to dissipate before, but the middle-aged fat man did not ask directly, but said respectfully: "This should be the spirit of the bone spur wolf. I don't know when you hunted it. We demons should have no bone spur wolf. I wonder where the few were hunting it."

This middle-aged fat man was very respectful. He was also a magician, so he naturally knew that only those strong men could hunt to the level of a warrior.

Yuanming didn't say much, and unconsciously took out the two general-level spirits from the undead space, took out a undead vessel to store them, threw them to the troll flame sword strode in front of him, and said softly: "I understand what you mean, don't worry, these spirits are of good quality."

The middle-aged fat man took the undead vessel, opened it steadily and looked at the appearance. It was a fine product, and it must be a fine product. Although he didn't know how this young man could preserve it. With more than ten years of experience, he would not have misidentified it. At the same time, he thought that the young man in front of him might have killed three war-level demons, and he couldn't help but sweat. There was no need to say much about this person's strength.

In addition, this can store at least three undead vessels, gray-white magic power! Oh my God, I almost ignored this detail. Undead mage, is the young man in front of me a undead mage?

"I understand, the distinguished guest is generous, and buying the Troll Flame Sword with three spirits is enough." The fat man's voice could obviously feel that it was lower than before. Such a magician is not something he, a small beginner mage, can neglect.

Yuanming took off the troll flame sword. This sword belonged to the fire mage. He was not sold to him. He turned around and threw it to Mo Fan and said, "I'm giving this sword to you!"

The Troll Flame Sword is just right for Mo Fan who has a burst flame, otherwise Yuanming would not have chosen it among the many treasures.

After Mo Fan took the sword, he was stunned for a moment, and then he suddenly laughed. The benefits of this thing to him were self-evident. He took a deep look at Yuanming's back as he turned around.

From the various things he got along with Mo Fan, Yuanming felt that although Mo Fan could not get up early without any profit, it was undeniable that he was also a brother who was kind and loyal. In addition, he was the guardian of the Qinglong vessel, so he was even more stingy with Mo Fan.

After the middle-aged fat man put away the undead vessel, he followed Yuanming with a gentle smile on his face. At first glance, he looked like the professional smile he often practiced. It seemed that he regarded himself as a young master of the aristocratic family.

Yuanming glanced at the middle-aged fat man, nodded slightly and said, "No need to follow, we like quiet."

The middle-aged fat man's eyes lit up and he said more humbly: "My name is Xiaosan. I don't know if your name is for the magician of that organization?"

"I don't belong to any family. As for the name, I don't think you need to know it." Yuanming glanced at the mistress indifferently. Although he didn't have any disgust with this person after contacting him, Yuanming couldn't say he liked it, so there was no need to get to know him.

However, the mistress didn't mind Yuanming's attitude at all. The world of the magician is respected, and Yuanming is a bit arrogant, but it is normal. The mistress bowed slightly beside Yuanming and said, "Customer, our Zhao family in the Demon City has always wanted to hire a necromancer. If you can join our family, I can convey any requirements to our head."

"It's okay to join your aristocratic family. I don't want to be restrained, but it's okay to cooperate." Yuanming naturally wouldn't say anything. The reason why he used his spirit to exchange the Troll Fire Sword was that he had some thoughts. He didn't expect that the mistress would take the bait so soon.

"Cooperate? It's okay. I wonder how you are planning to cooperate? We can provide you with a large amount of raw materials for refining tools." In the eyes of the mistress, what the undead mage lacks the most should be raw materials.

I heard that the failure rate of refining undead vessels is extremely high, and this kind of money-burning exercise cannot be borne by an ordinary person.

Yuanming glanced at the mistress and said, "I don't lack raw materials. As for how to cooperate, I haven't thought about it yet. Today I'm just here to check it out and buy a few things I like."

Hearing Yuanming's words, a look of disappointment flashed in Li Fu's eyes. Yuanming was not short of raw materials and had not even thought about the way to cooperate. I'm afraid it was just perfunctory.

Yuanming walked straight away. It was difficult for various treasures along the way to attract Yuanming's attention. He continued to move up and reached the top floor. The top floor was obviously more cautious. There was basically a man wearing a robe standing in front of each item.
Chapter completed!