"Token..."
In the end, Chu Mu could not suppress the regret in his heart and fixed his gaze on the token.
He has not forgotten that the cause of all this is because of this token.
The token is rhombus-shaped and dark gold in color. On the front is inscribed the word "bloody killing" in blood red. At first glance, there is an indescribable feeling of blood. On the back is an ancient pavilion hidden in the clouds.
Chu Mu tentatively probed into his consciousness. The moment his consciousness came into contact with the token, a stream of information poured into his mind.
Chu Mu held the token in a daze. After a moment, he realized what he was doing. He exhaled a breath and looked at the token in his hand, his eyes seemed to be a little more uncertain.
The token is not a mortal object, but a token of an organization called the Blood Killing Pavilion.
If it were just that, the token would naturally be of little use, but judging from the information retained in the token, this organization called the Blood Killing Pavilion was acknowledging its orders but not its people.
That is, those who hold the Blood Killing Order can become members of the Blood Killing Pavilion, work for the Blood Killing Pavilion, and receive rewards.
This token is equivalent to a token with no identity restrictions.
Judging from the information retained in the token, there is a contact point in the black market of Fengming Mountain.
Chu Mu frowned and thought silently.
Things seemed to be very clear. The original owner of the token was probably performing some kind of mission and did not dare to carry the token with him, so he hid it in Room 56.
As a result, he was beaten to death by the furious Jade Emperor Valley Foundation Builder, and he happened to rent Room No. 56. The man in black robe must have known about the existence of the token, so he targeted him.
"Following orders and not recognizing people...the black market in Fengming Mountain..."
While muttering softly, Chu Mu looked at the token again, and there seemed to be something more unpredictable in his eyes.
With this token and the Phantom God Mask, he really had to take a trip to the Fengming Mountain black market.
It’s just a pity that those dozens of spell experiment rolls are gone, and I don’t know if I can go back to Jade Emperor Gufang City again...
While thinking, Chu Mu put away the token, took out a broken spirit, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes and vomited.
After a fight, his soul was damaged, but his body did not suffer too much. Some skin injuries, nourished by mana, were already healed as soon as he woke up.
Next, we have to wait for the wounds of the soul to be completely healed under the influence of the illusory sword, and then the trip to the black market in Fengming Mountain can begin.
Otherwise, Chu Mu would not dare to run around if he was injured.
The healing speed of this soul was far beyond Chu Mu's expectations.
It took half a year for the wounds to his soul to heal.
It is late autumn again, the autumn wind is bleak and the fallen leaves are flying.
In the cave, Chu Mu slowly walked out.
After living in the open air for half a year, coupled with the fact that when he escaped from the Jade Emperor Valley, he left in a hurry and didn't even bring a single piece of clothing with him. Now, Chu Mu has turned into a savage again.
His hair was disheveled and his clothes were ragged, but those eyes were still bright and deep.
[Name: Chu Mu. 】
[Skills: Basic Sword Technique (The Peak) 2356/10000, Fireball Technique (The Peak) 12/10000]
[Body Strengthening Technique (1000/1000)]
[Fire Fighting Level 1 (678/1000)]
[Refining Medicine: Dragon Snake Soup: Perfection (1300/2000) Bigu Pill: Beginner and First Practice (96/100)]
[Spiritual radiance value: 2003.3%]
For half a year in the Spring and Autumn Period, day after day, I practiced hard at the level of Fierce Fire, and finally passed the halfway point.
With the appearance of the illusory long sword, the progress of basic swordsmanship training has obviously slowed down a lot.
On the other hand, the practice of fireball technique still maintained a high speed. The fireball technique was constructed with only three spell inscriptions, and there was no mysterious abnormality like the sword technique.
This fireball technique has long been no longer confusing to him.
The entry is very fast, which is normal.
Now that it has become more popular, the ultimate fireball technique is already equivalent to instantaneous casting, and its power has also been greatly improved. Chu Mu calculated that the power of the fireball technique under normal casting conditions should be about 0.5 degrees.
Extreme spell casting can probably reach 0.8 degrees or even 0.9 degrees of power.
But it's a blessing and a misfortune that his mana at the first level of Qi training is ultimately a limitation. The improvement in the level of fireball technique also brings about an increase in the consumption of mana. Even though he has reached half of the level of Qi training now, The increase in mana is just enough to make up for it, and it is far from being generous.
But even so, Chu Mu estimated that with his peak fireball technique, it would definitely not be difficult to deal with ordinary first- and second-level qi cultivators.
After all, even the man in black robe didn't see any other magic weapon except this phantom god mask.
Most immortal cultivators use spells as a means of attack and defense.
It's basically the same starting point, so it depends on who is in a higher realm, whose spells are more proficient and more powerful.
"I still need to buy a defensive spell..."
Chu Mu thought in his mind that the golden light that almost made him helpless when he was fighting with the black-robed man must be some kind of defensive spell.
Although it may be that the black-robed man's cultivation level is much higher than his own, which makes the defensive spells indestructible, but obviously, it can also be seen that defensive spells are also indispensable for immortal cultivators.
Thinking in his heart, Chu Mu had walked out of the cave and his soul had recovered. Naturally, there was no need to stay in Yuzhu Mountain any longer.
A trip to the black market in Fengming Mountain is also on the agenda.
Running in the mountains, not jumping between the treetops, although I have not learned any body skills, but with my inhuman physical fitness and control of my body's strength, I am not weaker than any conventional body skills. .
Chu Mu was already familiar with the surrounding terrain. He was galloping through the mountains, and the direction he was heading towards seemed to be Fengming Mountain hundreds of miles away.
A few hundred miles is nothing to any immortal cultivator. The body nourished by spiritual energy is already otherworldly. It is easy to travel four to five hundred miles a day.
If you can travel thousands of miles a day without sleeping, it is not impossible for a cultivator.
After driving day and night, Fengming Mountain, which he had been thinking about for more than half a year, appeared in Chu Mu's field of vision.
Chu Mu took out the card that Wang Mazi had given him. At this moment, he seemed to be in Fengming Mountain. A small arrow also appeared on the card, which seemed to guide the direction.
Looking at the card, Chu Mu pondered for a moment, looked up at the sky, and checked the camouflage of the Phantom God mask, and then followed the guidance of the arrow on the card and walked towards Fengming Mountain.
As soon as I stepped into Fengming Mountain, the long-lost feeling of peeping came to my mind.
Chu Mu pursed his lips and looked around casually, but found nothing unusual.
But obviously, he was being targeted.
Outside the square market, it is a place of disorder. Outside the black market, it must be complete disorder and chaos.
Chu Mu had no doubt.
At the moment, he could only hope that the camouflage of the Phantom God Mask could frighten the cultivators who were peeping in the dark.
Under the disguise of the Phantom God Mask, his cultivation and aura are all restrained. Who knows whether he is a first-level Qi practitioner or a strong foundation-builder?
Everyone wants to do this unprofitable business of killing people and seizing treasures, but they have to be absolutely sure. A young man with a dazed head will not survive long, let alone in this mixed place of the black market.
Chu Mu was very indifferent, at least on the surface, it seemed as relaxed as taking a walk in his own backyard. He even directly used the "spiritual blessing" to make this disguise more bluffing with the help of the spiritual charm.
As he thought, the intimidation brought by the unknown still frightened the peepers, and the secret peeping quickly dissipated.
Step by step, there are secret peeks again and again. To Chu Mu, it is like crossing back and forth in front of the gate of hell again and again.
My back is already soaked, and the surface is still calm, but the waves are already surging in my heart.
Although he had been mentally prepared before coming, he really wanted to experience being secretly spied on again and again...
fear!
There is only fear.
It was obvious that if he didn't have the Mask of the Illusion God and he came here with the mentality of giving it a try, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter Fengming Mountain and would be easily killed.
Even if there is this phantom god mask, it is just pretending to be mysterious to bluff people. It is like a paper tiger. It looks like a bluff, but in fact... it can be broken with just one poke!
boom!
Boom boom boom!
Continuous roars sounded, not far from Chu Mu's side, and the screams of begging for mercy could be heard clearly.
"Let me go, I'll give you all the spiritual stones!"
"Spare me, spare me!"
Chu Mu glanced at it, only to see a head rolling down, blood suddenly appearing, and a murderous man collecting good trophies, then flying into the sky and disappearing from his sight.
And in my ears, the roar from this fighting style seems to be a bit continuous.
It seems to be everywhere?
Chu Mu tried his best to calm himself down and walked slowly along the direction of the arrow.
After about a quarter of an hour, Chu Mu stopped.
"arrive……"
The arrow points to a mountain peak, a straight cliff soaring into the sky.
Just when Chu Mu arrived, he saw with his own eyes several immortal cultivators wearing black robes and covering their faces with cloth scarves walking out of the cliff one after another.
In the mountains behind him, one could still faintly hear the roars coming from the battles. It seemed that the roars had never stopped since he entered the mountains until now.
"Hand it over!"
"Don't think I can't recognize you!"
"Don't run!"
Right before our eyes, a sudden change occurred.
I saw an immortal cultivator who was the first to walk out of the cliff. After coming out, he flew into the sky, and the two immortal cultivators who came out immediately after him roared angrily and flew away with their weapons in the air.
The scene of a chase and an escape suddenly unfolded before his eyes.
The other immortal cultivators who came out later were obviously used to it. Some took the opportunity to follow him, while others were indifferent and left alone.
However, several glances fell on Chu Mu.
Chu Mu glanced at him and pretended to be calm, his expression as usual. Under the "spiritual blessing", there was also an indescribable depth in his eyes that was quite intimidating.
Under the disguise of the Phantom God mask, it is obviously difficult to see anything unusual.
In a few steps, under the gaze of several eyes, Chu Mu walked towards the rock wall calmly and slowly, and his figure slowly sank into the rock wall with the pace...
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(End of chapter)
