An arc-shaped corridor door is like the moon, with smooth lines like water. A circular corridor door is like the sun, with a clumsy shape like a mountain. The two doors stand opposite each other, like the sun and moon in the sky, and are majestic, showing the unique craftsmanship of the Sand Cave people.
Every time Gordon passed by the sun and moon corridor gate and went to the exchange shop in the restricted area, he would subconsciously raise his eyelids and look at the two stone sculptures of cavemen on the lintel.
The stone sculpture on the sun gate is of a short and stocky warrior, with angry eyes and bulging muscles. His left fist is placed across his chest, his right fist is raised above his head, and his legs are like galloping, as if he is about to leap into the sky and punch down.
"Boom!" The thunder exploded, and Gordon suddenly felt that the warrior's fist turned into a brilliant thunderbolt, fierce and unyielding, crashing down from the boundless sky. Even though Gordon's heart was as solid as a rock, he couldn't help but feel shaken.
Gordon looked away and turned to the Moon Gate, and the illusion of Lei Shu disappeared. Most of the warrior stone sculptures contained the secret martial arts of the Sand Cave Clan, but they were so powerful and powerful that they were completely unsuitable for his path.
Gordon was interested in another stone sculpture.
It was a monk from the Sand Cave Man, thin and shriveled, almost naked, with only a piece of cloth around his waist. He sat cross-legged, desolate and silent, his eyes slightly closed, as quiet as decay, as if he had been swallowed up by the dust of endless time.
His eyes touched the monk, and in an instant, all the smells, sounds, and sights disappeared from Gordon's five senses. His whole person also became empty, except for the subtle technique of breathing that enveloped him, like a drop of water, moving towards the infinite depths.
Falling everywhere, falling.
With a "pop" sound, the water droplets splashed down, creating a circle of ripples, and the sound, color, light, and scenery reappeared in the five senses.
A big river with no end or source in sight was rushing by with vast waves. Gordon seemed to be in the rapids, looking at the undulating waves in the distance, the moon gate, and the monks looming.
This is the long river of time! Although this is not the first time Gordon has experienced it, he is still dazzled and deeply shocked.
The technique of Xi Wei fluctuated, making ripples in circles, extending outwards, and finally touched the moon gate, the monk, at the other end of the river of time.
There was a loud bang, as startling as a crashing wave. The two sides met instantly and blended into each other. He was breathing, the Moon Gate was breathing, and the silent monk was breathing... The long river of time, here and there, the dead and the living in a mysterious way beyond understanding
connected together.
"Boom!" All the scenes faded away, and Gordon was still standing in front of the moon gate. His left foot had just touched the ground in just half a second.
He seemed like a world away.
These days, Gordon has been imitating the monk's posture during practice: his left palms are held together in front of his chest, his right hand is hidden behind his back, and his five fingers are stretched like a blue. With this movement, the whole person's energy and spirit will be introverted and hidden, as if sneaking into
into the vast, bottomless abyss.
This posture was named "Zangyuan pose" by Gordon.
The people of the Blood Hell Society had never noticed anything unusual about the statue, and Gordon's mental power after the mutation was particularly sensitive to such mysterious foreign objects. In order to avoid attracting the attention of the Blood Hell Society, he did not stay longer and walked through the doorway.
, go straight into the redemption area of Bloody Point.
The caves on both sides came into view, with the doors open and shelves lined with shelves: some displayed various beast essences and blood, some displayed tubes of colorful alchemy potions, and some hung weapons and equipment and strange gadgets...
In addition to these shops, there are also bars, gambling houses, restaurants and brothels and other entertainment caves. Gordon saw members of the Blood Prison Society from time to time, walking through them in twos and threes, either having fun or drinking alone. All of them
All consumption is done through bloody point transactions.
Gordon approached the last exchange shop on the left row and saw the owner of the shop leaning out of the counter, stretching his neck and waving to him vigorously.
"Five bottles of cordyceps juice, five bottles of lightning lynx blood essence, and one can of red sesame ointment." Gordon walked over and handed the blood card to the other party.
The owner of the shop was a fat old man with a rosy complexion, rosacea, and a goatee. He was so energetic that he seemed to be unable to take a break. He inserted the blood card into the obsidian card slot engraved with alchemical patterns, swiped it, and handed it back to Gordon.
He muttered: "Ghoul, you kid only exchanges for so few things at a time. You're too stingy."
Gordon smiled slightly: "Mr. Maimaiti, you are the one who is stingy, right? You don't even give discounts to old customers."
"I'm going to beat you on the head. Do you want me to pay for my own coffin? Boy, when have you exchanged more than two blood points for something?" Maimaiti stared and quickly packed up the bottles.
Cordyceps juice and lynx essence and blood can activate the source particles, and red sesame ointment applied to the whole body can enhance the toughness of the muscles and joints. However, these three items are commercially available, and together they are only worth two bloody points.
Gordon could not afford the really good treasures in the exchange shop, such as the Essence Stone, Cloud Fruit, Adenophora Blood, etc., which can directly increase the source of energy. What's more, he deliberately bought some cheap medicine in order to observe the monk statue on the Moon Gate.
So that we can come more often.
In addition, the practice of the Technique School pays attention to the refinement and purity of the source power. The medicine should only be applied externally. Taking too much internally will cause the source power to increase too much, be mixed with impurities, and make it difficult for the physical body to accurately control.
"I hope to save enough blood points to buy the Tears of the Rainbow Monster from you." Gordon took the baggage and looked at the top shelf. A gem-like teardrop was contained in a crystal box, with brilliant colors and glowing colors.
Charming light.
Those are the tears shed by the rainbow monster among the monsters. The rainbow monster only sheds tears when it feels happy, and it only sheds tears once in its life. Therefore, the tears of the rainbow monster are extremely valuable and are classified as bronze-level treasures. They have the ability to nourish the devil.
The miraculous effects of the Tree of Life.
"This is my treasure, worth 10,000 blood points, so don't dream about it, kid." Maimaiti stroked his beard, his eyes shining brightly, "I also want to leave it to my son so that he can improve.
Where’s the Devil’s Life Tree?”
"Has your son written recently?" Gordon asked quietly. The old man was Gordon's carefully chosen target. He was old, nagging, and lonely, so he would always reveal something inadvertently.
The two parties have traded several times and are familiar with each other. Gordon got a lot of information from the other party: Maimaiti's son is working for the Blood Prison Society, and he is a hostage in disguise, making a living by trading blood points here. This
There are many similar examples in the chip exchange area.
"Nonsense, of course it's a letter! I'll recite it to you.' Dad, I'm doing pretty well now, but the blue steel stabbing sword is so bad, it's cracked. I bought all the bloody spots you scratched last time.
Can you give me more healing potion...'."
"It's the same letter as last time."
"You boy, he is very busy, it is not easy to find time to write letters!"
At this time, Gordon saw a group of members of the Blood Prison Society dressed as assassins coming from the other side of the exchange area. Their faces were dusty, their eyes were filled with murderous intent, and they all had bulging animal skin bags on their shoulders.