Ling Lin stood at the door, looking at a huge plaque above his head. On the purple-red plaque, three golden characters were dazzling, exuding a strong aura of wealth.
Qianbao Pavilion is a very famous store in the Dark Territory, selling various elixirs, spells, equipment and even some strange things, including various maps.
"I hope there is a bigger map here." Ling Lin murmured. Since leaving the restaurant, Ling Lin has been looking for a map that is large enough in the dark area. However, after visiting various stores, the largest one only includes dark areas.
There are several dynasties nearby. However, this is too small for Ling Lin, because he has not seen any trace of the Dali Dynasty here.
"My lord, do you need to see something? The first floor of Qianbao Pavilion sells various elixirs, the second floor is magical arts, the third floor is equipment, and the fourth floor is some other things." Ling Lin just walked into Qianbao Pavilion.
, a waiter came over.
"I want a map. Do you have a larger map here?" Ling Lin asked.
"Yes, the map in Qianbao Pavilion is definitely the largest and most detailed in the Dark Territory." The waiter said proudly. Then, he made a gesture of invitation to Ling Lin: "Maps and other things are in the fourth place.
Floor, sir, please come with me."
"Sir, these are all maps. There must be something you want among them." The waiter pointed to the surrounding counters, which were filled with folded maps. After that, he slowly withdrew.
"A lot." Unlike the other three floors, there are many things sold on the fourth floor. The map is only a part of it, but this part makes Ling Lin feel dazzled. Looking at the maps around him, Ling Lin
I secretly estimate that there must be no fewer than tens of thousands of them.
"Perhaps there is one among them." Ling Lin's eyes gradually showed a trace of passion. He stepped forward and walked quickly towards one of them.
Compared with the other three floors, the fourth floor of Qianbao Pavilion looked extremely deserted. There were almost no people in the area where Ling Lin was at this time.
"Is there a map leading to the Dali Dynasty here?" Ling Lin's eyes scanned the many maps one by one.
"Dali Dynasty?" After hearing Ling Lin's words, a middle-aged man who was dozing off suddenly opened his eyes and murmured in confusion. Then, he slowly shook his head, "I have the Silver Moon Dynasty here, and one day
There are maps of the Yun Dynasty, the Ningdi Dynasty... dozens of dynasties. But I have never heard of the Dali Dynasty."
"No?" Ling Lin's expression remained unchanged. After half a day, he visited one store after another and received all these replies. At this time, he felt a little numb. Besides, this store sells goods on the fourth floor of Qianbao Pavilion.
There are still quite a few maps.
"If it doesn't exist here, it may not exist in other places." Ling Lin turned around and walked towards another place.
"Dali Dynasty?" In another place, an old man shook his head, "I have lived for so many years and have traveled to many places, but I have never heard of this Dali Dynasty."
"Dali Dynasty?"
"No."
"No."
"..."
After a while, Ling Lin's face became increasingly uglier. Among the nearly 10,000 maps, none of them were what he needed, and the monks selling the maps had never even heard of the Dali Dynasty.
"How am I going to go back?!" Ling Lin looked gloomy and secretly clenched his fists. The aura on his body began to become a little chaotic, and gradually a trace of terrifying coercion swept out of his body.
Ever since he broke through to the second level of "The Art of Immortal Killing", the ferocious aura in Ling Lin's body has long been restrained under normal circumstances, and ordinary people can barely notice it at all. At this time, when his mind was in confusion, the ferocious aura that had been restrained and
The tyrannical pressure swept across the entire fourth floor of Qianbao Pavilion like a violent storm.
The most numerous monks in the Dark Domain are the monks in the Purple Mansion Realm. At this time, almost all the monks in the Qianbao Pavilion are in the Purple Mansion Realm, and there are even a few unlucky Xiantian Realm monks among them. On the fourth floor, many monks
Facing the sudden coercion, his heart suddenly trembled, and the strong evil aura contained in it made his face pale, and his mind was almost lost in an instant.
"puff."
A Xiantian monk's face was pale, and there was a trace of deep despair in his eyes. Then, he finally couldn't hold on anymore, spitting out a large mouthful of blood, and fell to the ground. He fainted due to the heavy trauma in his mind.
"It's such a strong and sinister aura. Could it be that the Blood Slayer is here? No, the Blood Slayer probably doesn't have such a strong pressure yet."
Below, a monk suddenly raised his head, looked in the direction of the fourth floor, and said in horror, and you must know that there are powerful monks in the Cave Void Realm in Qianbao Pavilion, and almost no one dares to cause trouble in it. At this time, this
Although the coercion is strong, it obviously has not reached the cave virtual realm.
"Could he be seeking death? Which lunatic is he?!" someone cursed angrily.
The coercion gradually spread, not only sweeping the fourth floor, but also the monks on the lower floors gradually felt it. Feeling this powerful pressure and the thick evil aura, the monks in Qianbao Pavilion suddenly became a little confused.
Many people even began to gradually leave Qianbao Pavilion in order to avoid this pressure.
With a strong and fierce pressure permeating the air, the monks on the lower three levels were okay. Except for some particularly weak monks, the rest could leave quickly even if they felt they couldn't bear it anymore. But the monks on the fourth level were able to leave quickly.
It was as if they were in the center of a violent storm, with their hearts trembling but unable to move at all. They could only resist the pressure, and many people had a trace of blood spilling from the corners of their mouths.
"Huh?" At this moment, in a room in Qianbao Pavilion, a fat old man with a somewhat out-of-shape figure suddenly frowned. Then, he suddenly stood up, and his gaze seemed to penetrate several spaces and looked directly at
Xiang Linglin's position. Immediately he shook his head and suddenly disappeared from the room.
In the fourth floor, Ling Lin stood quietly, and a wave of tyrannical pressure continued to sweep out from his body to the surroundings. The thick and sinister aura contained in the pressure made many monks suffer.
Some of the monks closest to Ling Lin were basically selling maps. At this time, their hearts were trembling, and their eyes looking at Ling Lin were full of bitterness, and some even showed a hint of despair. Who would have thought that this would be the case?
The young man who came to buy the map turned out to be a life-threatening king of hell. In just a moment, their minds were exhausted to an extremely serious level, and they could hardly withstand the pressure.
At this moment, an old man with a ruddy complexion and a round body suddenly appeared next to Ling Lin.
As soon as the old man appeared, the monks around him who were on the verge of despair were shocked. The despair in their eyes instantly dissipated and turned into a deep feeling of joy.
Shaking his head, the old man waved his sleeves, and the tyrannical pressure and thick evil aura around him suddenly dissipated. Then, he waved his hands to the monks around him and said, "For today's matter, Qianbao Pavilion will give everyone
A satisfactory answer, everyone, please go to rest first."
As he said that, several monks who looked like waiters walked out quickly from behind the old man, and left the fourth floor with some monks who were unconscious and seriously injured.
After a while, only the old man and Ling Lin were left on the huge fourth floor.
"Little friend, you haven't woken up yet." The old man shouted softly. This voice seemed to carry a strange power that could calm people's hearts.