This is a blood river buried underground, flowing from south to north, and is a hundred feet wide.
On the blood-red river, the waves surged and hit the underground stone walls, making a roaring sound, like a copper bell piercing the stone, with a sonorous and frightening sound.
The female demon was standing on the blood-red river at this moment, wrapped in blood, and endless blood was flowing into her body.
"There is actually a river of blood flowing at the bottom of Qianhua Ancient City. Could it be that the blood of all the dead people in Nantai Prefecture was collected underground and merged into this blood river?"
It was dark underground, but the darkness could not cover Feng Feiyun's eyes.
This place is hundreds of meters deep underground in Qianhua Ancient City. There is a passage from the ancient city to here. If the female demon hadn't led the way, Feng Feiyun would never have guessed that there was such a scene underground.
Like the underworld in hell.
"The female devil does not eat people, but she is more terrifying than eating people."
Feng Feiyun waited beside the blood river underground for two days, but the succubus still had no intention of walking out of the blood river. She was devouring blood and she didn't know when she would wake up.
"If you don't leave now, you'd be a fool!"
Feng Feiyun walked along the passage towards the ground, and saw the sky again in about half an hour. The exit of the passage was a gloomy post house, with dozens of coffins placed in various directions in the post house.
Through the Phoenix Sky Eye, one can see that the coffin is densely covered with masses of miserable green Qi of Weeping Li, and wrapped in the Qi of Weeping Li are corpses with hideous faces.
Even in broad daylight, it was still chilly in the post house, and there was a thick layer of snow on the coffin.
"Whoa, whoa!"
The person guarding the posthouse was an old man with gray hair and a body as withered as wood. He was sweeping the floor with a broom.
Two days ago, when Feng Feiyun and the female demon came, the old man stood there sweeping the floor. He was still sweeping the floor now. He couldn't stop even if there wasn't a single leaf on the ground.
"Such a powerful zombie, it must be a third-transformation zombie." Feng Feiyun's spiritual sense found that there was no trace of life force in the old man's body, and there was only a corpse aura.
Feng Feiyun walked past him cautiously, and he breathed a sigh of relief until he walked out of this old post house. The aura of the zombie evil in the third corpse transformation was so huge that it could crush a person's soul.
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In the past few days, countless monks have gathered in Qianhua Ancient City, some for the ancient altar in Banta Mountain, and some for the upcoming battle at the Holy Lake. For a time, this ancient city surrounded by corpse evil became very lively and bustling with traffic.
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"Crash!"
Feng Feiyun wore the black iron armor of the Shenwu Army's Thousand Commander, with the iron covering covering half of his face. He led a yak that was taller than an elephant, and walked in the middle of the street in a majestic manner.
Hanging on his waist is a black iron sword, which weighs seven hundred and eighty kilograms. He is really worthy of a fierce general.
"Go away, go away, stay away from me, be careful I'll chop you with my sword." Feng Feiyun pretended to be an official, puffed out his chest, and yelled at a monk who was blocking the way. The other party saw that he was wearing the uniform of the Shenwu Army.
Armor was really frightened and quickly moved aside.
"Silver Hook Shop!"
Feng Feiyun stopped outside Yingoufang in Qianhua Ancient City, put his hands on his hips, raised his head, and read the three words on the plaque.
As long as there are people, there will definitely be no shortage of Yingou family's property; as long as there is a city, there will definitely be Yingoufang.
Where in the world has the most spiritual treasures? Not the Divine Jin Emperor's Palace, nor the Vientiane Tower, nor the Ten Senluo Palaces, but Yingoufang.
Feng Feiyun has reached the state of Divine Foundation Dzogchen. If he wants to quickly improve his cultivation, he can only rely on spiritual grass and spiritual stones. As long as he has money, both of these things can be bought at Yingoufang.
A Millennium Spiritual Grass can open ten life points; a True Brilliance Spirit Stone can open one life point.
"Pop!"
Feng Feiyun walked to the gate of Yingoufang, patted the gate with the sword in his hand, shouted at the top of his voice, "Is there anyone alive?"
"As long as we can afford the price, we will sell them alive." A somewhat stout middle-aged man walked out.
This middle-aged man was about forty years old, wearing a brocade robe, with a smile on his face, and a bright light shining in his squinted eyes, like a fox that had just emerged from a hole in the ground.
"You actually sell people alive here?" Feng Feiyun said.
"Sell. If you want to buy slaves, these are divided into three grades. If you want to buy women, there are three grades here. If anyone is willing to pay, we will also sell the dead ones. There is no business that we do not do in Yingoufang." The middle-aged man said with a smile.
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Feng Feiyun was naturally a smart man and said with a smile: "Is there anyone in this world who buys dead people?"
"Of course there are, and there are a lot of them," the middle-aged man said.
"The dead person you are talking about must be the corpse evil!" Feng Feiyun said.
The middle-aged man smiled knowingly and nodded slightly.
There are only two types of people who buy zombies, one is the corpse chaser, and the other is the students of the Vientiane Tower.
The corpse exorcists buy corpses, naturally they are used to sacrifice the corpse slaves.
The students of Vientiane Tower buy Zhixie naturally in exchange for more points.
"The Yingou family's business is really big. No wonder they are called the richest family in the world." Feng Feiyun sighed and asked, "Are you the head of Yingou Fang?"
"Reporting to Master Qianfu, my name is Dongfang Yiye, and he just arrived at Qianhua Ancient City yesterday." Dongfang Yiye's eyes narrowed into slits when he smiled, but the brilliance in his eyes was like two dazzling waxing moons.
This person's cultivation level is extraordinary. He has cultivated "Longhu Zhengqi" to an extremely high level. Even the Phoenix Sky Eye cannot see through his true cultivation level.
Dongfang, whose surname is complex, seems to be a strong man sent by the Yingou family, who wants to make a fortune in this chaotic Sansheng County.
The current situation in Sansheng County is so complicated. Evil sects and corpse exorcists have appeared one after another. It is impossible for the Yingou family to send an ordinary person.
A mediocre person cannot control the situation, let alone make money in troubled times.
"Master Dongfang is so polite, I'm just a small martial artist." Feng Feiyun became cautious.
"Anyone who comes to Yingoufang to spend money, even if he is just a beggar, is an uncle." Dongfang Yiye still stared at Feng Feiyun and smiled, his eyes seemed to be able to see through Feng Feiyun's armor.
"No wonder Yingoufang is as rich as the country!" Feng Feiyun said.
"Who calls us businessmen? Businessmen who can make money are those who can treat their customers as their bosses." Dongfang Yiye said with a smile.
"But in the end, people discovered that the real master is you." Feng Feiyun also smiled.
After a long silence, both of them laughed.
Dongfang Yiyue invited Feng Feiyun into Yingoufang one night. The inside was more open and decorated with splendor, just like an ancient palace.
Yingoufang is really surprisingly big. There are stairs extending upwards. I don’t know how many floors there are in total.
"I wonder what you want to buy, Master Qianfu?" Dongfang Yiye asked.
Dongfang Yiye stopped and looked at Feng Feiyun again, and his vicious eyes became even brighter.
"Is there no thousand-year-old spiritual grass in Yingoufang?" Feng Feiyun frowned.
"There is nothing that cannot be bought in Yingoufang. The key is whether you can afford it." Dongfang Yiye chuckled, "You are not a captain of the Shenwu Army at all."
He said with a firm tone.
This person's eyes are really vicious and terrifying.
"Hehe!" Feng Feiyun smiled noncommittally.
"It doesn't matter whether you are a commander of the Shenwu Army or not. What's important is that there are now three thousand-year-old grasses in Yingoufang, two white cranes and one three-green mother flower. Each one costs five million gold coins. As long as
If Master Qianfu can afford it, I will sell it to Master Qianfu." Dongfang Yiye said with a smile.
Five million gold coins buy a thousand-year-old spiritual grass. Although the price is a bit expensive, if it is really "White Crane Ling" and "Sanqing Musi Flower", it is still worth the money.
Both of these are rare spiritual herbs, which are about two levels more powerful than ordinary thousand-year-old spiritual herbs.
Feng Feiyun also had 16 million gold coins worth of gold notes on him, which was enough to buy these three spiritual herbs.
Three feet long black jade boxes were held up by three pretty girls in pink gauze. The jade boxes were placed in a golden spiritual spring, which could keep the spiritual energy of the spiritual herbs in the jade boxes from being lost.
Feng Feiyun inspected the spiritual herbs in the three black jade boxes, and then put them into the world spirit stones.
Thousand-year-old spiritual grass is really ridiculously expensive. One thousand-year-old spiritual grass can buy a small or medium-sized sect of cultivating immortals.
Although it cost 15 million gold coins, Feng Feiyun felt that it was worth it. With these three thousand-year-old spiritual grass, he could open thirty life points again in a short time, and his cultivation level could be greatly improved.
cut.
The Battle of the Holy Lake is about to begin, and the elite disciples of the Vientiane Tower and the princes of the evil sect will once again face off at their peak. Before that, the higher the cultivation level can be improved, the better.
"I have another piece of news here that may be of great interest to Lord Qian Fu." Dongfang Yiye counted the gold notes in his hand again and again. After confirming that they were correct, he put them into his sleeves. A flash of green light flashed through his clothes.
Disappeared in the sleeves.
"What news?" Feng Feiyun asked.
"This news will cost you one million gold coins." Dongfang Yiye paused, then smiled and said, "I can guarantee that this news is worth the price."
Feng Feiyun stared blankly at the middle-aged man in front of him. This guy doesn't know how many gold coins I have in total, right? First, there were only three spiritual grasses, worth exactly 15 million gold coins. Now there is another news, the value
One million gold coins.
It was about to squeeze all the money out of Feng Feiyun, and he just squeezed it out.
How can there be such a coincidence in the world?
Feng Feiyun stared at him for a long time, and finally gritted his teeth, took out the last huge gold note, and handed it into his hand.
Dongfang Yiye took the million gold ticket with a smile, quickly collected it, and then said slowly: "Princess Luofu is looking for the invincible strong man of the Divine Foundation to prepare for the sacred monument in the near future.
.Anyone who is favored by her will be rewarded with five spiritual grasses. Only Princess Luofu in the world can be so generous."
"Five spiritual grasses! Where is Princess Luofu?" Feng Feiyun was indeed tempted. Five spiritual grasses could already make any monk in the divine Dzogchen realm go crazy.
Not to mention five spiritual grasses, even one spiritual grass is extremely rare.
"Qianmei Manor in the northern suburbs of Qianhua Ancient City. As far as I know, the Evil Sect's genius Jun and several Corpse Cave descendants from Northern Xinjiang will be there tonight."
"Many students from the Wanxiang Pagoda have also rushed away, but the result can be expected. They will definitely be suppressed by the evil sect's genius. Those five spiritual grasses either fell into the hands of the evil sect or the descendants of the Corpse Cave. Princess Luofu
Even if you are dissatisfied, you can't break your promise, so you can only offer five spiritual grasses to others. Alas! It seems that the Vientiane Tower has really declined."