King of the Fairy City

"Hoo-hoo"

In the dim and cold room, a heavy breathing sound like an ox was heard, accompanied by the sound of dripping water.

On the walls were four faint blue ghost lights, which barely showed the outline of the room. A bookshelf and a long table were used to decorate the haunted house-like room, which was so simple that it could be called a bare house.

In the center of the room, two figures stood opposite each other. One figure was wearing a cloak, with his hands clenched. The translucent yellow long sword in his hand pierced the chest of the person in front of him. A stream of blood gushed out like a spring, but it did not splash on the figure holding the sword.

The figure whose chest was pierced had an incredible look in his eyes. His thin body trembled slightly, and he knelt down to the ground with a "thump".

Needless to say, the figure holding the sword was Ye Mo who performed the "Moon Crown Sword Art".

Although he had never practiced assassination, the path of practice was the same. He had enough strength and the "Zuowang Sutra" could conceal his breath. Although it was not a perfect concealment, it was deadly enough for the thin figure who was practicing.

After hiding himself well, Ye Mo began to accumulate mana secretly. Only after accumulating enough mana, Ye Mo launched a surprise attack. The "Ice Cloud Step", "Moon Crown Sword Art", "Destroying Divine Thunder" and "Tian Kui Hegemon Body Art" cultivated all the divine power.

"Ice Cloud Step" showed extreme speed, "Destroying Divine Thunder" broke the target's practice state and shattered the target's idea of ​​resistance, and "Moon Crown Sword Art" condensed the moon flying sword, unfolding a strange vision of a bright moon in the sky.

With all these means, things went very smoothly. In an instant, Ye Mo quietly swung his sword and pierced the chest of the thin figure in front of him.

The spiritual sense of a cultivator is extremely strong, let alone the spiritual sense of an ancestor. Even if the spiritual sense is fine, the instinct will sound the alarm, so it is difficult to kill an ancestor-level existence, let alone kill him instantly.

The thin figure is Miao Qi. Although he is not well-known in the Shiba Sect, even as an ancestor, no more than three people know him...

After entering the deep level of cultivation, Miao Qi instinctively felt the extreme danger. After forcing himself to withdraw from the cultivation, it was too late. The speed of the person in front of him was too fast.

Moreover, the sudden bright moon in the sky also caught him off guard. For a time, he was immersed in the magnificent and magical bright moon. He never expected that after a ray of moonlight fell, his chest suddenly transmitted a feeling of suffocation and increasingly clear pain.

"What a wonderful swordsmanship, what a terrible assassination technique..."

The light in Miao Qi's eyes gradually dissipated. He could not believe until his death that he was killed instantly by a strong man of the same level.

Ye Mo said nothing, and the flying sword in his hand burst out with an unstoppable magical power, instantly crushing Mu Qi's Nascent Soul.

After killing Mu Qi, Ye Mo did not forget to put Mu Qi's storage bag into the micro world, and then cast a small magic spell, condensing a cold and dark flame, burning Mu Qi's body into ashes.

Sitting cross-legged in the position where Mu Qi originally sat, Ye Mo took out Qi's storage bag, wiped off the spiritual mark on it, and began to check the things inside.

Ye Mo did not value things like money and goods too much, he valued Mu Qi's magic spells and methods.

The Merit Hall of the Nanhai Cultivation World has a lot of things, and there are also many magic spells, but Ye Mo is a cultivator after all, not a magic cultivator, and it is not easy to buy so many magic spells, so Ye Mo decided to disguise himself as a magic cultivator who cultivates the flesh to cover up the loophole that he is extremely short of magic spells.

Now that he has replaced Mu Qi as a disciple of the Shiba Sect, he must know at least some low-level, mid-level, and even high-level spells, not to mention magic skills. Otherwise, once he encounters trouble, he will be exposed.

In comparison, wealth is not so important. For Ye Mo now, a convenient and concealed identity is the most important.

Fortunately, the magic spells of the magic path and the spells of the Immortal City Alliance are not very different. It is not difficult for cultivators to condense some Yin Qi, corpse Qi, and demonic Qi. However, due to their identities, more than 90% of cultivators will not practice magic spells.

Ye Mo not only went deep into the South Demon, but also became a disciple of the Shiba Sect. Naturally, he had to come into contact with these things. He didn't think too much. He carefully read all the spell records of Mu Qi, and then began to practice silently. His appearance was also changing rapidly.

Half an hour later, Ye Mo, who had become Mu Qi, came out of the house, then turned around, lowered the brim of his cloak, and walked straight towards the core city area.

Ye Mo's purpose was to go to the core city area, firstly to investigate the situation in the Shiba Sect, and secondly to sell some of Mu Qi's original things that he could not use, and then buy some magic tools that would help conceal his identity.

When in Ye's Immortal City, Ye Mo asked people to buy a large number of Yuanjing and magic goods in the Merit Hall, such as the Magic Heart Pill given to the Yin Gui Patriarch, which was one of the top-grade magic pills.

But some things are not good to buy too much, so as not to attract the attention of the Merit Hall, so Ye Mo did not have much wealth on him, which was really a bit cold for a magic ancestor, and it was not conducive to fighting with the identity of a magic.

Fortunately, there was no need to worry about Yuanjing, so Ye Mo carried a lot of Yuanjing on him, so he did not have to worry about not having enough.

Relying on Mu Qi's identity, Ye Mo passed through the defense lines very smoothly, and finally came to the sect market of the Shiba Sect. Only then did Ye Mo slowly breathe a sigh of relief.

This Shiba Sect is a terrifying demon sect that is comparable to the three sects of the Immortal City Alliance and the three major families. There is no telling how many Yuanying ancestors there are in the sect. God knows if there will be a demon venerable guarding somewhere.

Because of this, Ye Mo did not dare to go to the Shiba Sect where alchemy, instruments, and skills are stored. If he encounters a venerable, Ye Mo will be left here.

If you want to conceal your identity and buy a large number of demon instruments, the market is the best choice. Maybe it is not as rich as the Shiba Sect, but as long as the requirements are not too harsh, you can always find the instruments you want.

Entering the Demon Market, Ye Mo found that the Demon Market was quite different from what he imagined. In his opinion, the Shiba Sect is a demon sect after all, and these demon disciples should be numb like corpses, with a cold face, and the whole market should be like a ghost domain.

However, when he really stepped into the Demon Market, Ye Mo realized that he took it for granted.

The various demon disciples had different expressions, but not all of them were gloomy. The smiles on the faces of some demon disciples in shops and pavilions were brighter than those of many immortal city monks that Ye Mo had seen.

In short, it was a scene of a red dust market, not much different from the market in Shiba City. The only difference was that the demon and corpse qi here were more dense, and corpse demons were wandering all over the streets.

After a casual glance, Ye Mo's expression became even weirder.

Among the many shops and pavilions, Ye Mo suddenly found a few familiar words - gambling houses, brothels.

At this moment, Ye Mo's expression was as weird as it could be, especially when he heard these demon disciples and female disciples, who said "Senior Brother, come in and play a few rounds" when they opened their mouths, and "Senior Brother, I haven't seen you for a long time, and the sisters miss you so much."

Of course, there are many demon disciples who have Taoist partners with them. When they heard the demon female disciple in the brothel say this, they immediately started fighting with the unlucky demon disciple.

Shaking his head, Ye Mo no longer paid attention to this kind of thing, and looked for a suitable store to buy and sell magic tools along the way.

Although the Shiba Sect is a demon sect comparable to several giants in the Immortal City Alliance, and there are many Yuanying ancestors, it is not yet to the point where there are Yuanying everywhere. Most of the disciples in this market are in the Jindan and foundation-building stages. When Ye Mo, a Yuanying, walked on the street, many demon disciples automatically made way.

"Demon Saint Pavilion, there is this force in the information. It seems to be one of the top ten disciple forces in the Shiba Sect, and it has a huge background."

When he came to a magnificent building with carved beams and painted rafters, Ye Mo was shocked, and looked at the plaque on the vast gate with a bit of surprise in his eyes.

The Shiba Sect is a sect, and the strength and power of the ten disciples are far from comparable to those of the Xiancheng Wars, even the Ji and Hu families.

Although the Ji and Hu families also have backers, they grew up in the North Sea Xiuxian World after all. The resources and contacts they get are definitely not as good as the ten disciples of the Shiba Sect, and they are far behind.

Moreover, the strength of the leader himself is also a huge gap. According to records, the ten disciples of the Shiba Sect are all at the peak of the Nascent Soul stage, and are qualified to impact the level of the God Transformation, which is much stronger than Ye Mo, Ji Rushang and others.

"This junior brother looks unfamiliar, do you rarely come to the market?"

Ye Mo was wandering around the first floor of the Demon Saint Pavilion, and a middle-aged man wearing a black gown with a three-legged crow pattern came up to him and said.

While speaking, the middle-aged man looked at the young man in front of him with a puzzled look - at least he looked younger than him.

The memory of a cultivator is extremely terrifying. He can remember deeply after seeing him once. However, he can't find any impression of this young man in his memory. When he saw Ye Mo's ordinary face, he suddenly realized that it was not because his memory was bad, but because the man in front of him was too ordinary, so he had no impression of him.

"Well, resell some unused things and buy some handy magic tools."

Ye Mo imitated Miao Qi's voice and nodded slightly, learning Miao Qi's dullness to the fullest.

Huai Zhun knew people and saw Miao Qi's character at a glance. He didn't say anything more. He led Ye Mo upstairs and asked Ye Mo's name: "Junior brother, please come this way. My name is Huai Zhun, and I don't know your name yet."

"Miao Qi."

The two of them went upstairs casually.

The first, second, and third floors of the Demon Saint Pavilion are public floors that anyone can enter. The fourth and fifth floors are floors that only Jindan stage demon cultivators can enter. The sixth floor can only be entered by Yuanying ancestors.

Although there is only one floor, at a glance, the sixth floor is still more deserted than any of the floors below.

"Let's do it here. Please take out the money and magic tools. We will count them in front of you. You can rest assured. My Demon Saint Pavilion still has this credibility."

Huai Zhun brought Ye Mo to a long table, ignoring the other female disciples behind the counter, and said with a relaxed and casual look on his face.