Ascension Through Generations

At this moment, the abnormality happening here has attracted the greedy and malicious eyes of many nearby.

Sudden,

A hoarse voice came to Zhao Sheng's ear: "Hey, it turns out to be a 'fishing' stall! Tsk, tsk, you got into trouble when you first came here. I don't know whether to call you unlucky or lucky."

Zhao Sheng looked around and saw that it was a one-armed black-faced man at the stall next to him who spoke.

"Fellow Taoist, what do you mean by this?" Zhao Sheng asked.

The one-armed man looked at Zhao Sheng and sent a message: "The rules of the ghost market are that anyone who intentionally harms others will die, and everything on the stall will belong to others.

If you don't want to do it, let me do it. After it's done, half of the stuff will be mine. "

After hearing this, Zhao Sheng immediately understood, but he was deliberately surprised and said: "According to fellow Taoists, if someone deliberately kills the stall owner but says that the other person is a fishing stall, wouldn't it mean that he has taken advantage of the ghost market?"

After hearing this, the one-armed man smiled coldly and said disdainfully: "How can it be so easy to exploit the loopholes in the ghost market? Who knows that there is a god three feet above your head!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped talking, as if he was a little taboo.

Zhao Sheng's heart moved and he asked: "Could it be that this ghost market was actually opened by a god? I wonder which god it is?"

"Shut up! I didn't say anything just now, so don't ask any more questions. Otherwise, you will be killed!"

The one-armed man spoke harshly for a while. He raised his head and looked around, with a hint of panic suddenly appearing on his face.

After saying that, he raised his hand, and a black light shot out like a meteor, instantly piercing the skull of the stall owner who was screaming on the ground.

Killed with one blow, cleanly!

"Hey, this person is actually a foundation-building monk. The ghost market is indeed not simple." Zhao Sheng's eyes moved slightly, and he was secretly surprised.

"I want this piece of loose dirt crystal. As for the Altar God Mask, you should keep it yourself. It is also a low-grade spiritual weapon, so I will give you an advantage."

The one-armed man got an advantage and behaved well.

Zhao Sheng, however, didn't take the low-grade spiritual weapon seriously. He just took the mask into his hand with a thought, and then put it into the Nakong Seal at will.

The one-armed man's face changed slightly when he saw this: "Hey, it turns out you are also a fellow in the Foundation Establishment Realm. I was disrespectful just now, disrespectful!"

That being said, he had no intention of returning the things.

Zhao Sheng didn't care about this thing, but suddenly said with a disappointed look on his face: "I heard that there are many treasures in the ghost market, but when I saw it today, I was disappointed. It's just a bunch of tattered things that are not worthy of the market. It’s a shame that people outside are boasting so much.”

When the one-armed man heard this, his eyes flashed and he said with a smile: "It seems that fellow Taoist wants to find some real treasure. Anyway, you have really found the right person today. If you have the guts, come with me."

As soon as the man finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the end of the street, not even paying attention to the stall in front of him.

Zhao Sheng stretched out his hand and saw Dabai jump up, gently fall on his shoulder and lie down, and then followed him in big strides.

The two of them walked along the ghost market street, and soon came to the end of the street. There was no stall here, and there was only a circular black stone high platform. A huge willow tree as big as a mountain was carved on the outer wall of the stone platform, and the branches under the willow tree hung down. There are countless strange and strange images of monsters and monsters.

Beside the black stone platform, a strange "person" squatted half sitting and half leaning.

The man was tall and ugly, with scars all over his body, and his skin was black and wrinkled, like an evil ghost walking out of hell.

There was a dark spear stuck in his chest, and the spear blade protruded from his back.

"Stop the visitor, command!"

"The journey to the gods will take place at dawn, and there will be no need to worry about people or ghosts!"

The one-armed man hurriedly stepped forward and said the pass code, and then explained to Zhao Sheng in a low voice: "This ghost Shura is very fierce. I remember half a year ago, a ruthless man who had achieved great success in foundation building relied on his advanced cultivation and wanted to I tried to force my way in, but was shot to death by Ghost Shura, so I must abide by the rules when entering the ghost market."

Zhao Sheng nodded, thinking that the people behind the ghost market could actually turn a ghost Chi Shura into a living corpse, and dare to use it as a watchdog.

This move is tantamount to openly slapping Tian Taoism in the face. The owner of the ghost market is really bold and of course very "interesting".

Then, the two successfully climbed onto the Black Stone Platform.

In an instant, a black light exploded on the table, and the two people suddenly disappeared.

There was another round of spinning, and in the blink of an eye, Zhao Sheng appeared in a strange place with dim vision and black fog.

The ground in this place was dark brown, with a soft and sticky texture. It seemed to be made of some kind of flesh and blood, or it might be in the body of a huge creature.

The surrounding area was obscured by fog and could not see the boundary. As soon as the spiritual consciousness was released, it was swallowed up by the black fog, and the range was less than one foot away.

However, this is enough.

Zhao Sheng narrowed his eyes slightly and looked around, only to see the shadows of people around him. He could vaguely see black figures sitting on chairs made of countless bones.

Squeak!

Dabai seemed to be extremely frightened. As soon as he entered this place, he screamed crazily and trembled all over.

When Zhao Sheng saw this, he immediately put it into his spirit beast bag.

"What is this place?"

"Hey, fellow Taoist, don't worry, this is a real ghost market, and the outside is just a guise, used to fool those fools who don't know what to do."

Hearing this, Zhao Sheng nodded knowingly.

Only then did he notice that his current appearance was no different from the others. His face was blurry and his figure became hazy, like a ghost.

The so-called ghost market is a place where living people and ghosts trade.

This situation is just right. This weird and gloomy atmosphere came immediately.

"Fellow Taoist, may I ask what you call me?" Zhao Sheng found a bone chair and sat down, while casually asking the one-armed man sitting next to him.

"It's easy to say, just call me Old Poison Arm. No one in the ghost market will tell you your real name, just give me a code name."

"In that case, I have seen a one-armed Taoist friend in Hell."

After saying that, Zhao Sheng asked again: "My friend, I wonder when the ghost market will start?"

"Just wait patiently!" the one-armed man said casually.

Zhao Sheng stopped speaking and just waited quietly.

Like this, nearly half an hour passed, and people came in one after another and sat on the bone chair.

After a while, no one came in anymore.

In the dim environment, a figure suddenly stood up and said in a calm tone: "It's almost time. Since no one is here, let's start the ghost market trading."

After this person's voice passed through the black fog, it sounded a little blurry, but it was barely audible.

The man looked around, paused, and waved his hand.

There was a bang, and a pale white thigh bone suddenly fell to the ground.

"The leg bones of the Thousand-Year Tiger are extremely precious. They can be used to refine beast-suppressing staffs and tiger spirit puppets, and can also be used as the main material for bone flags. If refined properly, it can be a medium-grade spiritual weapon at the very least."

He displayed the tiger bone. It was eight feet long and had a thick thigh. The bone was as crystal clear as jade and exuded a charming light. The texture was heavy and hard. There was a faint coercion emanating from the bone, as if facing someone. A terrifying advanced creature.

To put it bluntly, this thigh bone was taken from a golden elixir level tiger demon.

"Hey! I heard that the Tiger King Temple in Beiling County was torn down. Was this tiger bone dug out from the Tiger King statue? If so, I want it." Another sharp voice sounded, although he looked down upon it. Despite her appearance, she could tell it was a female voice, and her voice was obviously hoarse, but it gave people a special sense of charm.

"Fellow Taoist saw it accurately. Yes, this thing came out of Hujun Temple." The man immediately answered.

"Hehe, the old lady is missing something for the house, and this tiger bone is just right. What do you want to replace it with?"

"No way! Is there anyone in Diancang Province who dares to dig up the temple of the Tiger King? It's really about wealth rather than life! You have to look at the owner to kill the tiger! If the Emperor of Beixuan is furious, the ghost road will suffer again." The one-armed man muttered in a low voice.

There was a low noise in the scene. It seemed that this treasure was very attractive and very difficult.

Several people passed the message, and after a while, the tiger bone finally fell into the hands of the person who called herself the old woman.

"The Tiandao Sect's True Pill Condensation Technique, and a foundation-building corpse with three spiritual roots."

As soon as he finished speaking, a figure stood up among the shadowy figures and said coldly: "Fellow Taoist, can you and I take a step to speak."

The person who spoke nodded, then the two of them turned a few steps and disappeared into the black mist.

The two left, but the transaction did not stop. After a moment of silence, another person spoke.

"If you are looking for secrets, treasures or elixirs to extend your life, you can trade them for items of equal value."

Soon, someone responded: "Five hundred years of ghost-faced peach can extend your life by three years. The price is that you will never see a trace of sunlight after taking it, and it will easily turn into a ghost after death."

"Fellow Taoist, please take a step to speak!"

"Fellow Taoist, can you..."

"Fellow……"

As soon as the man finished speaking, many people in the crowd stood up and shouted urgently.

The appearance of Ghost Face Peach immediately set off a wave of climax, and everyone competed for it. The price became higher and higher every time, and the treasures sold became more and more precious.

After a full two-quarters of an hour, someone actually took out a low-grade magical weapon, the Flying Spirit Bracelet, just in exchange for this ghost-faced peach.

When the dust settled on this transaction, the atmosphere in the ghost market suddenly fell into a low ebb.

No matter what kind of treasures people come up with later, they always feel that it is a little less interesting than Ghost Face Peach and makes people uninterested.

Half an hour later, Zhao Sheng had seen enough, so he stood up, looked around, and said loudly: "I would like to ask for a few statues of the Wutong God, and they must have been worshiped with incense for at least three hundred years. The number is not set upper limit.

In addition, I also need four spiritual animals: bat, toad, hedgehog, and snake. The higher the spirituality and grade, the better.

As long as I can come up with something I'm satisfied with, whether it's in exchange for a skill elixir or a spiritual stone weapon. I also promise to satisfy you all. "

Zhao Sheng spoke so loudly that everyone couldn't help but look sideways.

The surrounding black mist shook slightly, and many people stood up one after another.

"Your Excellency, you are speaking too loudly. Could it be that if I want a gold-condensing elixir, you can get it?"

The Gold Condensing Pill is a third-level elixir monopolized by the Tiandao Sect. Its function is similar to that of the Gold Condensing Pill. They are both elixirs that assist in breaking through the Golden Pill realm.

"If you can come up with a thousand-year-old five-power statue, it's just a golden elixir, I'll replace it!"

As soon as these words came out, the surrounding atmosphere suddenly agitated, the black mist rolled violently, and at least half of the black figures stood up.

"This fellow Taoist. Although the Sa family does not have a Wutong statue, they do have a second-level clam. I wonder if I can exchange it for a gold-condensing pill?"

Before Zhao Sheng could respond, someone next to him immediately refuted: "What you think is beautiful, this is a third-level treasure elixir, how can a little clam compare with it.

This fellow Taoist has a god-killing flying knife in his hand. After being refined, it can kill people ten miles away. In terms of grade, it is at least a top-grade spiritual weapon..."

Zhao Sheng shook his head and politely declined: "Although the spiritual weapon is good, it is not what I want."

At this time, someone else shouted: "I know where there is something that fellow Taoist needs. Fellow Taoist only needs to wait patiently for ten days and a half, and the treasure will definitely be delivered to your door. I just don't know if you can wait for it?"

Zhao Sheng said loudly: "The ghost market is here, and I will come here often in the future. And what I want is not immediate.

I can't afford to wait for half a month, even if it takes several years or more. If you fellow Taoists are interested, just go and get what you want. Anyway, I will not let you down. "

"The Wutong God is an evil and wild god. It has been strictly prohibited by the Tiandao Sect for thousands of years and has been cracked down and destroyed many times. The Wutong Temple is rare in rural villages. The statues that fellow Taoists want are difficult to find.

From what I heard from my Taoist friend just now, I'm afraid I have to follow the Shinto way. I have a secret book called "The Great Way of Dust Mountain Sutra". I can cultivate supernatural powers during my lifetime. And once I have achieved great success in cultivation, I will have a chance to become a mountain god after my death and enjoy the bliss of freedom. Fellow Taoists can consider it. "

"Humph, the Shinto methods are demanding and the price is too high. Instead, they are not as free as our Mother Earth Cult. Our religion has the "Great Freedom Immortal Technique". There is no need to eat fast and recite the gods, and there is no need to accumulate merit. All you need to do is recite the name of the Earth Mother God. , the level of cultivation will rise rapidly, and it will be a hundred times stronger than other Shinto techniques."

"I have a second-level high-grade spiritual snake that has lived for nearly six hundred years. Its spirituality is nothing to say. I want to change it to a fire-attributed golden elixir technique. Can fellow Taoist people give it to me?"

Zhao Sheng smiled slightly and said: "It's easy. I have a copy of "The Art of Lifting Fire in the White Sun" here. This skill is the secret secret skill of the Wu family in Diancang province. It should meet your requirements."

"Great! I'll change, I'll change!"

After a while, everyone saw with their own eyes that a transaction was successfully completed, and both parties were very satisfied.

Seeing this scene, everyone's last suspicion was finally dissipated, and their hearts were very hot.

It's a pity that they couldn't come up with anything that moved Zhao Sheng's heart at the moment, so they could only watch with eager eyes.

"I have a thousand-year-old hedgehog statue, and I need to discuss it in detail with my Taoist friend alone." At this time, a voice message suddenly came to Zhao Sheng's ear.

"Okay!" Zhao Sheng glanced around and agreed readily.

After saying that, someone stood up, turned around and walked into the depths of the black mist, and Zhao Sheng followed silently.

The rules of the ghost market are strange. Once the buyer and seller agree to the transaction, no one else can stop it.

As soon as Zhao Sheng took ten steps, the others turned into shadows, and the surrounding fog also began to thicken, cutting off sounds and images.

After walking about ten feet away, they were surrounded by thick black fog and silence.

The man stood still, and Zhao Sheng also stopped and looked at him. Although he couldn't see his face or figure clearly, he could roughly tell his height, up to his chest.