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Chapter 4338 Black Market

"Have you arrived at the entrance to the black market?"

After walking for another quarter of an hour in the dark hall, Yan Meng stopped, her shoulders suddenly shrugged, and then she burst into laughter.

Yan Meng slowly turned around, the pitiful and innocent look in her big eyes had long since disappeared, replaced by teasing, contempt and complacency.

"Sir, you are so naive and so easy to deceive! It can be said that you are the most stupid idiot among all the people I have met!"

Yan Meng laughed without any image, and kept saying taunting and belittling words about Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen frowned slightly, pretending to be confused and said: "What do you mean?"

Yan Meng sneered and did not answer Zhuo Wen's question. Instead, he stretched out his slender hands and clapped gently.

The crisp and melodious slaps resounded leisurely in the dark hall.

Whoosh whoosh!

Only three blasts of wind could be heard in the darkness deep inside the hall.

Behind Yan Meng, at some point, three men appeared.

The auras of these three people are stronger than Yan Meng, and they have reached the late stage of the Great Tribulation of Qiankun.

"Hand over all your belongings! I may consider letting you live and only destroying your cultivation." Yan Meng covered her mouth and laughed mockingly.

Under the signal from Yan Meng's eyes, the three men surrounded Zhuo Wen in a triangle formation.

"Huh? Robbery?" Zhuo Wen asked with a frown.

"You are really stupid, you didn't realize it until now?" Yan Meng continued to sarcastically say.

Zhuo Wen looked calm and said calmly: "In other words, the black market and the tickets for the divine ship you just told me about are all fake, and are they just a pretext to deceive me?"

Yan Meng was startled. She didn't expect that the young demon cultivator in front of her actually cared about the black market and the tickets to the divine ship. Isn't this guy afraid of death?

"That's not true. There is indeed a mysterious black market in Zixuan Holy City! And tickets for divine ships are occasionally circulated in the black market! I have only entered the black market once. If I hadn't been clever, I might have died there.

It’s inside!”

"A place like the black market is not something someone like me, who is at the bottom of the Great Tribulation of the Universe, can easily enter! Even a strong person in the universe may not be completely safe in a place like that."

Mentioning the black market, Yan Meng seemed to be in a nightmare, with a look of fear in her beautiful eyes.

"It turns out you have been in the black market! Very good, then I can consider saving your life first!" Zhuo Wen said calmly.

"It's ridiculous, are you looking for death? You're just a guy in the middle of the Great Tribulation, but you dare to be so arrogant!"

Yan Meng smiled. Zhuo Wen's words just now sounded so ridiculous to her.

"Hey! You kid who doesn't know the heights of heaven and earth, you'd better die!"

Among the three people surrounding Zhuo Wen, the fat man who stood in front of Zhuo Wen smiled coldly and immediately sacrificed his world.

The other two people did not dare to neglect, and they sacrificed their own worlds one after another. The breath of the terrifying catastrophe of the world rushed out like thunder, terrifying and astonishing.

An evil smile appeared at the corner of Zhuo Wen's mouth, a blood-like demonic red light flashed deep in his eyes, and ink-like demonic energy surged out of his body, instantly covering the three people around him.

"What is this? My power...my power is being weakened, my soul...ah..."

In the billowing magic mist, the voices of the three people became panicked, and then they even let out shrill screams.

The proud look on Yanmeng's face completely solidified, and she stared at the billowing magic mist with her pupils locked tightly. Those screams were like sharp needles piercing her heart, making her heart sink to the lowest point.

The screams quickly disappeared, and the demonic mist, as thick as mud, also gradually receded.

Zhuo Wen was still standing there, as if he hadn't moved at all. Beside him, three figures stood stiffly.

Yanmeng looked around and was shocked to find that these three figures were her companions.

However, the faces of these three people were dull, and their eyes were shining with a strange red light, which made Yan Meng feel strange and frightened.

Yanmeng stumbled and tried to retreat and escape.

Whoosh whoosh!

The three of them roared like wild beasts, suddenly rushed out and surrounded Yanmeng.

"I'm Yan Meng, what's wrong with you? Don't you even recognize me?"

Yanmeng fell to the ground and looked at the three pairs of red eyes with some fear.

The three companions who used to obey her orders looked so strange today.

"They are now my demon puppets, they only obey my orders!"

Zhuo Wen walked over slowly and looked down indifferently at Yan Meng who fell to the ground.

The effect of the magic dye is really amazing. Three monks in the late stage of the Great Tribulation were contaminated by the magic dye and turned into demon puppets in such a short period of time. This actually surprised Zhuo Wen.

Zhuo Wen suspected that any monk who was below the level of the universe's law would have a high success rate in contaminating his enemies into demon puppets.

Yan Meng sat down on the ground. She first glanced at the three unconscious companions surrounding her, and then at Zhuo Wen, whose eyes were cold.

She knew that this time he mentioned the hard board.

"Sir, Yan Meng is so obsessed that he has evil intentions towards you! Please forgive Yan Meng for his fault!" Yan Meng lowered his head and begged.

"No need to talk nonsense, take me to the black market! If you dare to deceive me again this time, I don't mind letting you never see the sun tomorrow." Zhuo Wen said calmly.

Yan Meng nodded repeatedly and said: "Okay, sir, don't worry, Yan Meng will definitely not play any tricks this time!"

After seeing Zhuo Wen's weird tricks, Yan Meng really didn't dare to play tricks anymore. This time she was much more honest.

As Zhuo Wen suspected, the black market was not in the old neighborhood where Yan Meng brought him.

This neighborhood is actually Yanmeng's hometown. They often bring here monks who have just arrived in Zixuan Holy City and have average strength. Then a group of people will steal money and kill people and destroy their bodies and traces when necessary.

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The black market is located in the southeast of Zixuan Holy City, where there is a huge underground area.

Of course, this underground area is hidden under the residential area. The underground area is like an underground city, with rows of buildings and a huge flow of people.

This underground city is commonly known as the black market.

The black market is actually illegal in Zixuan Holy City.

But it has never been investigated, and it is said that there is a certain saint behind it.

As for which saint she is, it is currently unknown.

The entrance to the black market is on an inconspicuous first floor. Deep in this floor, there are small teleportation arrays hidden. wavv

These teleportation arrays lead directly to the underground black market.

"Yan Meng, I really didn't expect you to dare to come to the black market! You almost died last time, didn't you learn a lesson? Let me remind you, that adult also came to the black market today, you'd better pray for good luck

Point, don’t run into him!”

At the door of the building on this floor, the tall and thin guard took the token handed over by Yan Meng. After confirming it, he returned it to Yan Meng, jokingly.

"I won't bother you with this matter!"

Yan Meng's face turned slightly pale. After receiving the token, she led Zhuo Wen and three demon puppets into the floor.


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