God Emperor

First of all, there is a mixed bag of good and bad people in the black market, and you can get a lot of useful information.

This battle between the Ancient Suppressing Clan and the Immortal Vampire Clan will definitely alarm the entire Yuan Mansion and even Tiantai Prefecture. When the time comes, all kinds of news will definitely spread quickly in the black market.

Therefore, even if Zhang Ruochen does not go to the Pluto Sword Tomb, he can still know some of the things he wants to know.

Secondly, Zhang Ruochen went to the black market to buy a higher-level Saint Yuan Dan in preparation for breaking through to the third level of Semi-Saint.

Only with higher cultivation can he take greater initiative. Otherwise, he will always be very passive in front of the court and the undead vampires.

Once he breaks through to the third-level Half-Saint, Zhang Ruochen can deal with it calmly even if he encounters a high-level Half-Saint, and will not be forced to run for his life.

After five days of traveling, Zhang Ruochen, Da Sikong, and Er Sikong finally crossed the vast area and arrived at Yuanfu City.

While traveling during the day, Zhang Ruochen would enter the world of scrolls to practice at night, refining the divine blood and working hard to improve his cultivation.

Now, he has completely consolidated the realm of the second-level semi-saint, and has made some improvements.

At the same time, the Nine Lives Sword Technique, the True Thunder Fire Sword Technique, and the Eight Scale Changes he practiced were also steadily improving.

Among the thirty-six prefectures in Tiantai Prefecture, Yuan Prefecture can be ranked in the top ten. It is naturally an extremely prosperous place with a long history, majestic atmosphere, and many places of interest.

The streets are busy with traffic and people coming and going. There are gorgeous carriages, pulled by snow-white beasts, galloping through the middle of the street. There were also some rather ferocious-looking half-human monks, carrying soldiers on their backs and walking together, as if they had just returned from a dangerous place and brought back a lot of ores and elixirs.

It was both Da Sikong's and Er Sikong's first time in the city, so everything seemed very novel. Fortunately, Zhang Ruochen kept an eye on them so they didn't cause any unnecessary trouble.

Before entering the black market, Zhang Ruochen used the invisible and formless thirty-six transformations to change his appearance and become Lin Yue's appearance.

Due to the vigorous propaganda of the Ministry of War, the wanted album spread throughout the Yuan Dynasty. Therefore, Zhang Ruochen's appearance has long been a household name.

In the Central Territory, few people have seen Lin Yue's appearance.

If it wasn't absolutely necessary, Zhang Ruochen wouldn't want to change his appearance at all. He just wanted to live an upright and aboveboard life.

However, for ordinary people, a very simple thing is too difficult for him, and everything is so out of his control.

Compared with the prosperity and hustle and bustle of Fucheng, the black market is a bit more gloomy, giving people the feeling of murder everywhere.

There are also many pedestrians on the street. Most of these people have a certain level of strength and carry soldiers on their backs. Some of them are covered in blood. They are obviously not good people.

"Crash!"

At this moment, there was the sound of dragging chains and faint crying.

Behind the street, two rows of evil monks wearing bloody robes escorted nearly a hundred slaves into the black market. The slaves were quite gorgeously dressed in silks, satins and brocades, and they were obviously not poor people.

Among them, young and beautiful women accounted for 70%. The remaining 30% are all strong men whose cultivation has reached the Earth Extreme Realm or above. The person with the highest cultivation has even reached the Fish-Dragon Realm.

This is a group of high-level slaves, each of which can be sent to the auction house and sold for a very high price.

There are all kinds of goods in the black market, and "slaves" are one of the most important ones.

Slaves are also divided into many types, such as: coolies, poor slaves, war slaves, and female slaves.

Among them, the price of war slaves is the highest, and war slaves with fish and dragon realm cultivation can be sold for astonishing prices no matter where they are.

In addition, the extremely beautiful female slaves are also the favorite playthings of the dandy children of the big families.

When I came to the black market and saw groups of slaves, it was actually not surprising at all.

"I am an inner disciple of the Xuanjing Sect. How dare you, the evil people of the Blood Dragon Palace, arrest me. The elders of the sect will definitely not let you go."

Among the slaves, a young man said.

"Snapped!"

Next to him, among the monks of the Blood Dragon Hall, a two-meter-tall man with a scar was riding on the back of a wild elephant. He swung a whip burning with flames in his hand and hit the Xuanjing Sect disciple in the face. on the left side of his face until it was bloody and bloody.

The Xuanjing Sect disciple held his face and kept wailing, looking extremely painful.

The rest of the slaves were all trembling with fear.

The scarred man sneered: "The Xuanjing Sect has colluded with the Immortal Vampire Clan and has destroyed the sect. All your elders have probably become dead. Do you still want to wait for a group of dead people to stand up for you? Haha!"

A rather beautiful woman immediately retorted: "It is impossible for the Xuanjing Sect to collude with the Immortal Vampire Clan, absolutely impossible. You, the Blood Dragon Palace, and the Zhusheng Clan are the ones who are really colluding with each other, specifically to frame the major families and sects. , plundering cultivation resources..."

"Snapped!"

The scarred man whipped out the whip again and hit the woman on the back, causing her to curl up on the ground and tremble.

"If it weren't for the fact that you still have some good looks and can be sold for a good price, the whip just now can split your body in two." The scarred man said.

Not far away, Er Sikong asked: "Uncle Master, what's going on? Why do those people bully the weak?"

On the way, Zhang Ruochen explained to Da Sikong and Er Sikong why he was proficient in Dragon Elephant Prajna Palm, and also told them some things about the golden dragon.

Er Sikong stubbornly believed that Zhang Ruochen was the descendant of Jinlong and was of the same generation as Master Indra, so he had to call Zhang Ruochen his uncle.

Zhang Ruochen stared at the group of monks in blood-stained robes. He did not want to cause trouble, so he simply explained, "This is the black market, where the weak are the prey of the strong, and there is no reason to talk."

"I will talk to them about reason."

Er Sikong was obviously very disgusted and strode to the center of the street.

Er Sikong's cultivation was extremely high, and his steps were quite mysterious, which could shrink the ground into an inch. When Zhang Ruochen stopped him, he was already standing in front of the scarred man.

Er Sikong put his hands together and said, "Amitabha!"

The scarred man was sitting on the back of a wild beast. When he saw the cloth-clothed monk blocking the way, he immediately felt a little unlucky and laughed, "What happened today? I actually saw a monk in the black market."

"Donor, you should understand the principle of equality of all beings. I think you should set them free and shouldn't treat them like this." Er Sikong's expression was quite dull and he said seriously.

The scarred man was stunned for a moment, then reacted, his eyes became quite cold, and he shouted, "Monk, are you here to cause trouble?"

"I think he is here to die."

Another monk from the Blood Dragon Hall picked up a black dragon-headed spear, jumped from the back of the wild beast, and stabbed it out, hitting Er Sikong's heart.

Er Sikong just stood up and said something fair, but he killed him so much. It can be seen that this person must be a cruel person.

"Bang!"

The Second Sikong stood still, motionless, and the sharp spear tip hit him, making a sound of metal collision.

"Indestructible body?"

The monk of the Blood Dragon Hall was shocked, and was about to retract his spear, and immediately retreated.

"Wow--"

A circle of golden Buddha light emanated from the body of the Second Sikong, containing a strong force, which shattered the spear into iron blocks.

The iron blocks flew back and hit the body of the Blood Dragon Hall monk, making dense blood holes.

With a bang, the Blood Dragon Hall monk fell to the edge of the street, and fainted because of the serious injury.

"Amitabha!"

The Second Sikong put his hands together and chanted another Buddhist name.

The monks of the Blood Dragon Hall were all terrified, and immediately rushed over, surrounded the Second Sikong, and drew out their war weapons, as if they were facing a great enemy.

On the street, many evil monks stopped and stood aside to watch.

"Someone actually dared to provoke the Blood Dragon Hall. Are they tired of living?"

"Don't underestimate that monk. He has a very strong cultivation base. Didn't you see him use his hidden power to shatter a Zhenwu treasure into pieces? It is estimated that he has a cultivation base of more than the seventh transformation of the Fish Dragon."

"No matter how powerful he is, what does it matter? The power of the Blood Dragon Hall in the black market is so huge. Going against them is undoubtedly courting death."

"Didn't you see the sedan chair of Master Blood Dragon parked over there? Master Blood Dragon is not a person who can be easily messed with. Wait and see, the monk's end must be miserable."

Among the monks of the Blood Dragon Hall, there is a sedan chair carried by sixteen people. The three-meter-high sedan body has a golden gauze curtain hanging down, like a small moving palace.

Young Master Blood Dragon came out of the sedan chair, holding a revealingly dressed charming woman in each of his left and right hands. He said in a somewhat evil voice, "Chen Xu, why are you still dragging your feet here instead of sending the newly arrived slaves to the auction site immediately?"

The scarred man was sweating profusely and was under considerable pressure. He turned around and said nervously, "Young Master, there is a monk blocking the way ahead and wants to save people."

Young Master Blood Dragon smiled sarcastically and said, "Do you still need me to teach you what to do? Get rid of that monk immediately and don't waste my time."

"Yes."? The scarred man's eyes darkened, and he circulated the holy energy and injected it into the red flame whip in his hand. The flame on the whip became even hotter and made a hissing sound.

With a flick of his wrist, the red flame whip was swung out, forming a circle of air waves that rolled towards Er Sikong's neck. The wind force on the whip was sharper than the blade.

However, before the Red Flame Whip could hit the Second Sikong, the scarred man flew out first. A foot-long claw mark appeared on his chest, and blood kept gushing out.

The power of the claw mark broke all his meridians, and his cultivation was completely destroyed.

Zhang Ruochen stood on the street, gently touching his chin with his fingers, and said: "The monk who looks very dull is not vague at all when fighting."

The Great Sikong shook his head and sighed: "He is still young and not very sensible. Don't worry, uncle, I will definitely teach him when he comes back."

Zhang Ruochen did not object to the Second Sikong's approach, but in this way, he would definitely offend the Blood Dragon Hall.

Let's see how the situation will develop next?