Seven days later, Liang Yan left the Wenxiang Chamber of Commerce's house and walked into a remote alley on the road.
When he came out again, he was already a middle-aged man with an average build and a sallow complexion.
During the discussion at Cangnan Mountain, Liang Yan refined the Tianji Monument, which not only made the Tianji Bead more complete, but also obtained the secret to activate this rare treasure.
Now, under the cover of the Tianji Pearl, even monks in the Transformation Realm have difficulty seeing through his disguise. Only monks who have become saints can see the flaws.
Liang Yan went to the dark market, so of course he couldn't show his true face. After changing his appearance, he even concealed his aura, and then followed Li Xiran's information and walked to the dark market in the north of the city.
The city lord's palace of Guangling City is also in the north of the city. When Liang Yan came here and looked from a distance, he saw a magnificent white palace. There were hundreds of monks patrolling around the palace, all of whom were above the Juyuan Realm.
The entire city lord's palace is guarded by a hidden formation, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. Even a monk in the Tongxuan Realm would have a hard time sneaking into it unnoticed.
However, Liang Yan's trip was not to go to the city lord's palace.
He turned around at the end of the street, climbed over a broken stone wall, and disappeared.
The dark market is a hidden trading place. Its entrance is hidden under the stone wall. However, people with insufficient realm cannot discover the entrance of the passage. Only those who have cultivated to the Golden Core realm or above can open the seal of the entrance.
Enter the dark market.
Liang Yan passed through a teleportation channel and arrived in a dark underground palace in an instant.
Standing at the entrance of the palace were two monks wearing black cloaks. Their appearance and cultivation could not be clearly seen.
Liang Yan looked at it for a while, then stepped forward.
"Fellow Taoist, this is a dark market. No matter where you come from or what your identity is, don't make trouble here. Moreover, you must bear the consequences of all transactions by yourself. Do you understand?" One of the monks asked.
"Understood." Liang Yan nodded and said calmly.
"Put this on." Another gatekeeper handed over a black cloak, which was exactly the same as what they were wearing.
Liang Yan took the cloak and found that it could block other people's spiritual detection, making it impossible for others to see clearly his appearance and cultivation.
Although he had the Tianji Pearl, he still wore the cloak.
When the two monks saw this, they each took a step back to make way for Liang Yan.
The dark market has the rules of the dark market. Invitations will not be widely distributed here, and no questions will be asked about your origins. The only requirement is that your cultivation level is high enough. Only those who have reached the golden elixir level or above can participate in this exchange meeting.
Those who can break the seal of the entrance must at least have the cultivation level of the Golden Core Realm. In other words, if you can see these two gatekeepers, you have obtained the qualification to enter, and they will not have any further obstruction.
Liang Yan didn't say much. As soon as he put on his cloak, he opened the palace door and stepped inside.
The palace is splendid and magnificent, with carved beams and painted pillars.
There was a formation covering the outside just now, but once inside, I realized that the entire palace was built on a surging underground river.
There are winding corridors, golden bridges and jade stones, pavilions and pavilions above the river. Each small pavilion in the river is a separate small trade fair. There are restrictions and closures outside the pavilion, so outsiders cannot see what is going on inside.
There were monks in twos and threes walking back and forth in the corridors and the golden bridge. They were all wearing black cloaks and their faces could not be seen clearly. They were obviously monks from all walks of life who came to participate in this dark market.
In addition to these monks wearing black cloaks, there are also monks wearing red costumes scattered outside various pavilions. It seems that they should be people posted here by the city lord's palace, responsible for maintaining the order of the entire dark market.
Liang Yan's eyes swept around and finally landed on a large square in the middle of the river.
The largest number of monks gathered there, five or six hundred people. On a booth in the middle, there was a graceful female monk, who was smiling and said:
"Fellow Taoists, thank you for participating in this exchange meeting. Without further ado, here is a place for you to display your treasures. Whether you want to trade spiritual stones or exchange resources, you can come on stage and display them. If you still want to
To discuss privately, you can make an appointment alone in a nearby pavilion. There are magic circle restrictions around it to ensure that your transaction will not be overheard by anyone."
Her voice was not loud, but it spread throughout the palace. Even a monk like Liang Yan, who had just entered the door, could hear her clearly.
"This dark market is quite interesting."
Liang Yan pondered for a while, then stepped directly onto the bridge and walked towards the square in the middle.
At this moment, some monks could no longer bear it any longer. A tall and thin monk with long arms and legs jumped onto the booth, raised his hands to everyone and said, "Everyone, please come and offer some advice."
As soon as he finished speaking, he took out a cloth bag from his arms and opened the mouth of the bag a thin slit.
I saw a black cloud emerging from it, and everyone present heard a buzzing sound. Many people were surprised and looked attentively.
Liang Yan had "Eight Parts of Yanyuan" with him, and with just a casual glance, he could see clearly that it was not a black cloud, but a large gathering of black flying insects.
"Scorpio!"
Someone in the audience recognized him and couldn't help but exclaimed.
"You have good eyesight, yes, this is Scorpio!"
The monk on the stage laughed and said: "The tail of the Scorpio worm is highly poisonous, which can corrode the flesh, flesh and bones of the monks. Even those who are in the Golden Core realm do not dare to attack so many Scorpio worms!
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As soon as this statement came out, everyone in the audience was whispering, and many people were already excited and began to secretly evaluate the price of this thing.
"Everyone, this opportunity is not to be missed, it will never come back! I don't want much, I only need two pieces of 'Star Bamboo' to exchange for the bag of Scorpio worms in my hand!" the tall man offered the price.
As soon as he finished speaking, there was another commotion below, and many people shook their heads, obviously a little disappointed.
You must know that although the Scorpion Insect is good, the Star Bamboo is also a very rare thing. Although many monks present are attracted by the Scorpion Insect, no one seems to be able to get the "Star Bamboo", and they are destined to miss this thing.
The tall monk on the stage saw everyone's reaction and couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.
He waited for a long time, but no one responded, so he sighed softly, put all the Scorpio insects back in his bag, and prepared to step off the stage and leave.
At this moment, someone suddenly said: "Fellow Taoist, wait a minute."
The tall monk stood firm, looked down, and stopped on one of the monks.
"Does Taoist friend have a 'Star Bamboo'?"
"No."
The monk below shook his head simply and said: "Although I don't have the 'Star Bamboo', I do have other treasures. If it is just a tool refining, the effect is similar to the 'Star Bamboo'. If fellow Taoists are interested,
You might as well go to the pavilion with me for a private chat."
"Can."
The tall man on the stage nodded, turned around, got off the booth, and entered a pavilion on the river with the monk.
There are restrictions on the outside of these pavilions, which can block the detection of spiritual consciousness. Among the monks present, although there are still many people who are interested in the "Scorpion Insect", after seeing them entering the pavilion, they can only shake their heads and give up.
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After all, the power behind this dark market is the City Lord's Palace, and no one will easily challenge the rules here.
The auction in the dark market was held normally, and monks one after another walked up to the booth, and all kinds of precious magic weapons, elixirs, heavenly materials, and earthly treasures were displayed. Some were treasures from the Golden Core Realm, and some were materials from the Tongxuan Realm.
, there were even treasures belonging to monks in the Tribulation Realm, which once pushed the auction to a climax.
During this process, Liang Yan stayed in the audience, quietly and without saying a word.
Although there were many treasures on display on the stage, most of them were not suitable to his eyes. The few that were of good grade were not in line with the techniques he had practiced, or the price of the transaction was higher than expected, so he never made a bid.
In fact, in the final analysis, the only purpose of his trip was to bring the holy energy of mountains and rivers.
It's a pity that after waiting for so long, various treasures came on stage one by one, but I still never saw what I wanted.
After half a day's work, when Liang Yan was already feeling impatient, a tall, fat man walked up to the booth.
This man was not wearing a black cloak, and he didn't seem to mind. He showed his appearance in front of everyone. He was a middle-aged man with a fat head, big ears, and a simple and honest face.
"There is something down there, I wonder if you are interested in it."
The fat man came up to the booth and said with a smile: "The dragon from the Nine Heavens rises, the mountains and rivers are separated from the pure and the turbid, the heaven and the earth are opened, and it will never fade forever!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the originally lively meeting place immediately fell silent. Most of the monks looked at each other, and few seemed to understand what he said.
After a while, someone asked in an uncertain tone: "Is this the treasure you mentioned?"
"Haha, stop it!"
The fat man laughed and said with a smile: "As long as you know it in your heart, you don't need to say it out loud. I only trade this thing with people who are destined to do it. If you are interested, you can come to the pavilion with me to talk about it."
After saying these words, the fat man turned around and flew towards a pavilion on the river without looking back, regardless of whether everyone present understood.
Under the booth, everyone was silent for a moment. Some people sneered at this, thinking that the fat monk was making a fool of himself, but some people got their thoughts on it and flew towards the small pavilion regardless of whether they understood what the other person said.
Liang Yan pondered for a moment, a flash of light flashed in his eyes, he also performed the magic formula, and flew out of the pavilion.
When he walked into the pavilion, he found that the space inside was not small. Dozens of monks had already come in, and the fat monk was sitting behind a stone table, looking at everyone with a smile.
Although this person is friendly and smiling, as a monk, no one likes to be looked at by others, especially in this environment.
Among the many monks who came in, one had an impatient temper and shouted: "Your Excellency, stop being mysterious. What treasures are there? You might as well take them out and have a look!"
"Haha, you are impatient!"
The fat man smiled and sighed: "What a pity, I don't want to sell this treasure to you. I'd better ask my Taoist friends to go out and rest!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he raised his hand and pointed. Before the man could react, all the meridians in his body were sealed, and he flew outward, falling into the water with a "pop!"
Everyone present could not help but feel a little frightened when they saw this scene. Although this fat man looked smiling on the surface, his cultivation was not bad at all!
You know, the monks who can enter this dark market must at least be in the Golden Core realm, and the fat man just moved his fingers and knocked him out of the pavilion!
Although there were no injuries, it was clear from the disparity in strength between the two sides that the fat man in front of him at least had a level of cultivation in the Tongxuan realm.
"Haha, there is one less fly, it's a lot quieter now."
The fat man patted his belly and said with a smile: "I forgot to introduce myself. My surname is Wang. You can just call me Fatty Wang!"
He said this casually, but no one present would take it seriously. One of them stepped forward, raised his hands and said: "Fellow Daoist Wang, the poem you recited outside just now has a hidden mystery. If I guessed correctly, could it be that he is...
The 'Holy Qi of Mountains and Rivers' that lists the seven innate Qi of creation?"
As soon as he said this, everyone present's eyes fell on the fat man. Even Liang Yan was no exception. He narrowed his eyes and looked at this man quietly.
After a moment of silence, the fat man suddenly grinned, nodded and said: "Fellow Taoist is right, I do have a bottle of holy energy of mountains and rivers in my hand!"
As soon as he said this, many people in the pavilion immediately exclaimed.
"It's really the holy spirit of mountains and rivers!"
"One of the seven innate Qi of creation, I didn't expect that I would be destined to meet it!"
"Fellow Daoist Wang, where is the holy energy of mountains and rivers? Take it out for us to see first?"
There was a lot of discussion in the pavilion, and those who spoke were all monks with impatient personalities, or those who had been practicing in the sect for many years and had little experience.
Those who often participated in auctions and had a calm personality did not speak immediately at this time. Instead, they secretly sent messages to the fat man to see what he wanted to exchange.
Liang Yan had been watching with a cold eye and did not immediately get involved.
"This person is not simple."
Liang Yan secretly thought to himself. Although the other person did not wear a black cloak, he had just used the "Bodhi Mirror" in "Eight Parts of Evolution" to observe secretly for a while, but he could not see through this person's level of cultivation.
If he doesn't have a secret treasure or skill that hides his cultivation, then his cultivation is extremely advanced.
Liang Yan always acted cautiously. When facing such a secretive monk, even if he might have the holy energy of mountains and rivers in his hands, he would not rush up to contact him.
Instead of stepping forward, he took a few steps back and fell behind the crowd.
At this time, I heard the fat man chuckle and say: "Fellow Taoists, please be patient. Wang said before that I will only sell this treasure to those who are destined. If you are not destined to Wang, you will be able to reach heaven."
I won’t change the treasure either!”
After hearing this, all the monks in the pavilion looked at each other in shock. Some couldn't help but ask:
"What is a destined person?"
"hehe."
The fat man chuckled, reached out from his sleeve and took out a palm-sized stone and placed it on the table.
"The person who can make my stone shine is Wang's destined person!"
Thanks to: Heihei Big Orange for the 3,000-point reward!
