I have an eternal eye

Why are there so many Mengsha obelisks?

Zhang Biao was shocked.

Also, that weird Nuo noodle induction.

As far as he knew, Fang Xiangzong was not a sect with a long history. Instead, the witchcraft in the world grew stronger and absorbed the experience of monks from all walks of life, slowly forming the twelve branches.

The world he lived in was originally full of demons and evil spirits. It was precisely because of the rise of Fang Xiangzong that the human race in that world prospered.

Unfortunately, he was later destroyed by the devil.

The Fang Xiangnuo noodles he obtained were already sect master-level treasures, so why would new ones appear?

Could it be that there is a secret behind Fang Xiangzong?

Many questions made Zhang Biao deep in thought.

Of course, he didn't act rashly.

The art of entering dreams can still play a huge role in the original ancient Yuan world, but in the world, there are many people who are good at this art, and all forces have corresponding preventive techniques.

There are terrible powers in those areas. He just senses them through Mengsha and if he probes deeply, he may be attacked.

But that Nuo noodle is in the ghost market!

Without any hesitation, Zhang Biao immediately pressed the magic formula, put away the magic, and even hid the Mengsha obelisk.

There are many wonderful skills and techniques in the world. He can sense it, and maybe others can, too. Anyway, he has memorized the direction. It is best for Dragon Boat to show up less often.

Wow…

As soon as he put away his technique, there was a noise outside the courtyard.

Zhang Biao's eyes narrowed slightly, murderous intent flickering.

He had already guessed that this place might not be peaceful, but he didn't expect that before he had settled down, someone would come up to cause trouble.

Of course, he was already on guard.

Squeak~

The wooden door was opened, and a man in black lay outside.

Judging from his body shape, he should be a young man. He was wearing a black tights made of a spiritual material similar to snake skin. It was covered with fine scales and was changing color rapidly. It was the same color as the dust on the ground.

The little thief who stole the sky building?

One look at this outfit and Zhang Biao guessed his identity.

He reached out and waved, and the black mask on the other person's head flew out instantly, revealing a face full of scars, which were obviously burned by the fire, making it look ferocious and terrifying.

Being restrained by the door, the young man's eyes turned white, his eyelids trembled wildly, and he fell into some kind of illusion.

Zhang Biao narrowed his eyes slightly, turned his spiritual vision from afar to check, and then lost interest.

The young man's name was Situ Boya, and he had some background.

The other party was originally the son of a shopkeeper of Qianbao Pavilion. Due to a business error and the family fortune was taken away, he disfigured himself and ran to this ghost market to become his disciple to an old thief from Tiantian Tower. He managed to escape the disaster. .

This little guy didn't do well in the ghost market. It was because he had just arrived that he decided to come here for a break.

Snapped!

Zhang Biao snapped his fingers, and the other party immediately woke up, looked around, and opened his mouth, obviously wanting to ask for mercy.

"roll!"

Zhang Biao narrowed his eyes and said softly.

The young man turned around and ran away without saying a word.

Looking at the other party's leaving figure, Zhang Biao shook his head.

The other party has a miserable life experience, but he has no interest in helping. There are almost no good people in this devil's nest. If you look weak, he will turn around and give you a knife.

After tidying up the shop and setting up a simple defense formation, Zhang Biao put on his black robe and turned around and walked out.

This small shop is only used as a temporary cover. He carries all the important items with him. Even if someone comes to steal again, it doesn't matter.

It is already late at night, but the ghost market itself has become a ghost town. It is difficult to distinguish between yin and yang. It is shrouded in thick green fog all year round, so there is no concept of day and night.

Zhang Biao walked among them, mobilizing the five senses of his immortal body, and the noisy sounds flooded into his mind again.

"The little thief in the Tiantian Building missed his mark. It seems that this new guy is a tough one..."

"What a tough guy, that little thief doesn't even have a golden elixir. If he was deceived by Yuan Hui and his gang, he's probably a fool..."

"Brother Luo, is there any news about that matter?"

"I heard that some mysterious people came, and the shopkeepers of Qianbao Pavilion personally received them. They are probably the elders of the Five Turbid Demonic Cultivators, who are negotiating..."

"Hmph, there has been constant enmity for thousands of years. Some meetings can lead to life and death. The alliance of demons is a joke no matter how you look at it!"

"Follow the crowd. We little people like us can only follow whatever the higher-ups decide."

"Brother Wu, are you telling the truth?"

"That's natural. The powerful Ghost Dao masters need astonishing spiritual materials to refine the Supreme Avatar. They are also blocked by the Xiao Xumi Realm in the river. They have already placed an order with Qianbao Sir..."

Feeling the malicious or cold looks around him, Zhang Biao looked calm and was secretly happy in his heart.

I came to this ghost market at the right time, and I got a lot of information in a blink of an eye.

Unlike the five turbid demonic paths, the ten demonic paths are more independent and are not completely controlled by demons.

Therefore, the two sides are still negotiating.

There are also those powerful ghosts who are indeed colluding with the devil, but this news can be spread in advance.

Yu Wanjing is negotiating with Xiao Xumijie. This news may be used as an opportunity for all parties to unite.

Of course, Zhang Biao has already learned it well.

At present, his foundation is not stable and his moral character is insufficient. This news is best revealed through Xuanhuang.

Soon, the main body in Youqian City informed Chiyin Yuanjun of the matter through the Xuanhuang Order.

How to use them, these powers are far better than he can play.

After doing this, Zhang Biao concentrated on looking for the Nuo surface. Following the direction in the dream, he unknowingly came to a tall building.

The dark tall buildings were hung with lanterns. Under the dim light, people in black robes came and went, making it very lively.

Jinglou?

Zhang Biao was a little surprised, he didn't expect to be in this place.

Yuan Hui introduced before that this is the place where stolen goods are sold in Suitian Tower. Could it be that Nuo noodles were stolen from somewhere?

After taking a casual look, Zhang Biao immediately entered it.

The appearance of this scenic building is very strange, and it is integrated with the secrets of the cave. From the outside, it looks like a crumbling and dangerous building, but when you enter it, it appears to be extremely huge.

It's a bit like a supermarket in a previous life, but it's made up of grottoes, with suspended stone stairs leading to a higher level.

Will-o'-the-wisps flickered, and there were shadowy figures among them.

Buying and selling here obviously has its own rules.

Although Zhang Biao had no one to lead him, he quickly figured out what to do after listening to the people around him talking.

Each cave in the Jinglou has its own characteristics, ranging from spiritual materials to magic weapons, from living people to dead souls.

For those of lower quality, the purchasing method is a bit like gambling. They are mixed together in a box, allowing you to wait and see from a distance, and then bid the highest price.

As for what you can buy, it all depends on luck.

As for the good things, they are naturally auctioned directly. Each level of the cave has its own auction house. The auctions are held all year round and almost never stop.

This novel method can obviously sell all the stolen goods at a good price. Although Zhang Biao was interested, he didn't bother to wander around any longer. He followed Nuo Mian's induction and came to the second floor of the cave.

When he came to a grotto, Zhang Biao stopped and turned to look.

This is also a sundry auction house, filled with boxes, dimly lit, and green lanterns on both sides emitting trance magic, blocking the monks from exploring.

Different from the deserted grotto I had seen before, this place was extremely lively. There were many people in black robes standing inside and outside, all focused on staring at the boxes in the grotto.

They are also communicating with each other.

Zhang Biao listened attentively and knew the reason.

This is a piece of stolen property that just arrived at Piotian Tower. Although the news has been concealed, there is no airtight wall in the world. Its origin has long been known to these old fritters.

The unlucky guy is his old acquaintance: Xiang Liu!

Since the world structure changed, Xiang Liu's fate is not much better than Xuan Huang's.

They were originally a group of masters, like a pack of wolf bandits, traveling through various worlds to plunder, and there were many evil and even demonic masters among them.

For example, the psychic ghost master was once a member of Xiangliu.

The world has changed drastically, and these masters have also left one after another to concentrate on helping their own forces and planning.

Xiang Liu's strength was greatly reduced, and he still had some ambitions at first, but several actions were sabotaged. Like Xuan Huang, he chose to shrink his power and hide in secret.

As they were weak, they were naturally targeted.

These things were stolen from the Five Yin Dharma King, one of the Nine Dharma Kings, by the masters of the Heaven Stealing Tower. They made a plan to lure people away and almost emptied the entire treasure house.

All the better things are at the auction above.

Everything here is full of debris, which attracts many old ghosts to gamble.

The person guarding the stall was an old man in black, with messy hair, a faint red light flashing in his pupils, and a pale face, like an evil ghost.

"Everyone is watching!"

He said something in a hoarse voice, then opened the door and moved quickly. Just waiting for the spiritual energy inside to escape, he quickly closed it and placed it on the stone platform with a bang.

"Everyone, please bid..."

The old man snorted and said no more.

"Five pounds of dark copper."

"Eight pounds."

A few of them made quick bids, while the rest remained silent.

They gambled based on the spiritual energy that just escaped. Although it was obscured by illusions and blurry, they could roughly distinguish what it was.

There is no need to get angry at each other and give up immediately if you feel it is inappropriate.

This kind of atmosphere can also save a lot of trouble.

Finally, it was the turn of the box containing Nuo noodles.

The old man exposed a crack as usual.

But this time, something unexpected happened.

"Roar!"

As soon as the box was opened, a large amount of black mist spewed out, turned into a ferocious face, and let out a shrill roar.

"court death!"

The old man's eyes were slightly angry, and his withered claws thrust forward like shadows, then quickly retracted them.

The face of the black mist lost its vitality, as if its soul had been sucked out and gradually dissipated.

Soul-seeking hand?

Zhang Biao narrowed his eyes slightly and became vigilant.

He had received the Sea Clan Princess's inheritance of Tiantian Tower from Zheng Nichang and knew this technique.

When you first start practicing, you can steal things from other people's arms silently, but as you get deeper into practice, you can steal people's souls and souls, and even steal things through storage instruments.

"Why…"

Seeing that the black mist ghost face had its soul taken away, the men in black sighed immediately and couldn't help but say: "The remnant soul of the golden elixir monk, Mr. Luo, you have taken all the good things, and how much do you ask us to bid."

"Do you want love?"

The old man smiled grimly.

His behavior was obviously harmful to the public and enriched private interests, but no one dared to say anything nonsense in the territory of Suitianlou.

"Three pounds of dark copper."

"Five pounds."

"Ten pounds!"

Although those people complained, their bids were unambiguous. After all, there was a remnant soul of a golden elixir monk inside, and there might be a portable magic weapon.

"Twenty pounds."

Zhang Biao suddenly spoke and doubled the price.

The Nuo noodles in the box were of great significance to him. An accident might happen, so he could only be more arrogant.

"Where did this idiot come from?"

"It's not like that..."

Sure enough, it immediately attracted the attention of several people.

Zhang Biao didn't bother to pay attention, and took out the copper, took the box, and left quickly.

Behind him, several men in black also winked at each other and followed closely.

And all this was seen by Situ Boya, the young man he let go before...