Chapter 243: Beacon City Ghost Market

In the stone workshop, Xia Tuo didn't speak, the stone knife sweated again and again, and his whole body was chilled for a while, lest Xia Tuo suddenly shot.
In the City of Beacon, it is not just who has a hard fist that can survive, but also has to test his eyesight. This is the experience he has gained from living in the City of Beacon for many years.
Damn things, it's cheaper if you die, things that don't have eyes, don't look at people.
Shidao's eyes didn't even look at the headless son on the ground. He took out a spiritual object emitting purple light from his arms and handed it to Xia Tuo.
This is an apologetic.
"My lord, please accept it"
Xia Tuo took the purple light spiritual object and turned and left Shifang. The stone knife couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. A pair of eyes looked at the strong man around, and a sharp flash of light flashed in his eyes. Xia Tuo couldn't deal with it. Deal with these guys who came to eat meat. He can still.
Leaving Shifang and walking on the stone road in the city, Xia Tuo was playing with purple light in his hands.
This purple spar is the size of a baby's fist. It looks like a stone or not a stone, or a wood or a wood. The material is not visible. There is a black spot in it, but the purple light flashes. It is not visible, and it even isolates the spirit. The peep of knowledge.
Finally, he put the purple light artifact in the storage space and waited to take it back to the tribe for Fat Brother to take a look.
Then I wandered around in the beacon city, and came to the beacon city to be curious about the slave owners, and then to see if I could inquire about the creation of a small world.
Beacon City occupies an area of ​​hundreds of miles and is controlled by a strong casual cultivator. As for whether the strong casual cultivator is a slave owner, Xia Tuo has been walking around the city for a long time, and has not heard the slightest news about the slave owner.
Obviously, things about the slave owners are hidden in the dark, and the warriors who go to and fro in the beacon city on the bright side are not aware of the secrets.
Maybe some people are the master of the beacon on the face, but they are the slave owner secretly.
Half a day later, he heard an interesting news. There is a ghost market in Beacon City. There are many shady things from the surrounding areas and tribes of all sizes.
As the largest chaotic ancient city in the surrounding area, Warsaw City gathered warriors from all sides to barter.
The most famous is that a hundred years ago, an ancient sword appeared in the beacon city, and after this ancient sword first flowed out of the beacon ghost market, it has appeared in the ghost market eight times in a hundred years.
Almost every once in a while, the ancient sword will reappear in the ghost market, and the people who get the ancient sword die violently. Whether it is a senior minister or a well-known strong man, they are all getting it. He died later, and died miserably.
Hearing this news, Xia Tuo's first reaction was that it was a pity that Fat Brother was away, and the ghost market was Fat Brother's home.
The wide stone path was covered with stalls, and people looked at the past, and each of them exuded a fierce aura. If you want to gain a foothold in the City of Beacon, you must be ruthless than others. Who doesn't stand ruthlessly.
As he walked, Xia Tuo stopped. He noticed that there was an aura behind him two blocks away from him. Among the people passing by, the young man in leather armor did not run, but went straight to meet Xia Tuo. Come up.
At a distance of ten feet away, the young man held his fist at Xia Tuo.
"This lord, serving as a deacon in the Lower City Lord's Mansion, is ordered to give the lord a Ghost City Ghost Order!"
As he said, the young man handed a dark iron-cast diamond token up and saw Xia Tuo catch it, and then he bowed back again and quickly disappeared from the crowd.
Ghost market order.
Credentials to enter the ghost city of Beacon City.
Xia Tuo played with this ghost market order, which seemed to be cast from black iron, exuding coldness, with animal patterns on it, a grinning grinning face on the front, and a monster with three heads on the back.
The City of Beacon is indeed weird. What happened before in Shifang fell into the eyes of the City Lord's Mansion. I didn't expect that the City Lord's Mansion had such a strong control over the city.
After a long time, I came to the door.
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At night, the city of Beacon still seemed very noisy, the warriors who came and went through the city, and the stalls on the stone roads were still full of figures.
This is not a ghost city, the real ghost city is on the street near the center of the city.
At night, the streets in front of the city lord’s mansion will be blocked by ghost soldiers, and those who have obtained the ghost market order can enter the ghost market. At that time, whether to get the treasure or the stone depends on their own eyesight.
As for the warriors on the surrounding streets, this is because there is no ghost market order and cannot enter the ghost market. Therefore, they set up a stall outside in the hope that someone will come out of the ghost market and see if they can exchange something.
Outside the stone road near the ghost market, a group of ghost soldiers dressed in black and wearing grimace masks stood guard, checking the ghost market orders of the warriors.
Xia Tuo saw the few people in front of him. The ghost market order he took was not the same as the one in his hand. Every warrior holding the ghost market order would get a grimace mask and a generous cloak.
Different ghost market orders have different grimace masks. He has seen three kinds of grimace masks.
The breath of the warrior with the white grimace is an ordinary Celestial Realm warrior, and even an Open Mountain Realm warrior.
With the red grimace mask, the strength of the person who gets it is a person who is not weak in the Celestial Vessel Realm, who has opened up at least 20 Celestial Veins.
The black grimace mask is worn by the martial artist of the peak of the sky vein.
When it was Xia Tuo's turn, he took out the ghost market order given to him by Tiantian Youth, and the ghost soldiers who checked the ghost market order gave him a purple grimace mask.
The ghost market order is divided into several levels, the lowest level is the ghost order, and the warriors who get the ghost order are also the most, that is, the warrior wearing a white grimace mask.
Above the wandering soul is the night travel god, and the ordinary Tianmai realm warrior wearing a red face ghost mask.
Above the night travel is the day travel god, wearing a black face mask.
The highest level is the purple grimace mask in Xia Tuo's hand, and it is also the highest level of ghost decree, which represents the strength of the gods.
This is the rule set by the people behind the ghost market in order to distinguish the strength of the fighters participating in the ghost market.
The people behind the ghost market call the ghost city a ghost. There are ghosts, ghost soldiers, ghost generals, judges, impermanence, and so on. These are the people behind the ghost market and the ghost master.
Entering the ghost city, Xia Tuo always felt that the void above the center of the city was covered with a faint black fog, which cut off the sprinkling of the moon, and made the street a little more gloomy.
The ghost market is different from the outside scene. Today, there are no stalls on the whole street. The figures wearing large cloaks and grimace masks hurriedly headed towards the city lord’s mansion.
Outside the city lord’s mansion, the witch talisman flickered, forming a path gleaming with silver light.
"Ghost mythical creature, it turned out to be a ghost mythical creature. The ghost master opened the ghost mythical creature. It is impossible that a treasure will appear this time."
"Come on, the ghost mythical creature hasn't appeared in five or six years, this time maybe there really is a treasure."
One by one, figures passed by Xia Tuo's side, and a faint voice reached his ears, with excitement in his tone.
Beacon City Ghost Mythical Mythical Realm is a small cave in the sky. It was changed into a bargaining place by the ghost master. However, this bargaining mystery does not appear frequently. The most recent appearance was six years ago.
At that time, three heavy treasures appeared in the ghost, cursing the ancient sword, the witch seal, and the heart of the fire spirit.
Cursing the ancient sword is the ancient sword that has appeared eight times in a hundred years. Everyone who received the ancient sword died of unfavorable life, so it was named Cursing the ancient sword.
The witch seal is the essence of the witch talisman that a powerful witch has learned throughout his life. Don’t look at Qiao’er’s simple promotion to the witch, in fact, in the wild land, the power of the witch and above is very rare.
The witch seal of the witch statue ten years ago was obtained by Luo Shuibo and inherited by a wizard in his clan. Now it has become a real witch statue.
As for the heart of the fire spirit, the rhyme of the Tao of Fire is manifested, and you can get the Tao of Fire that can quickly comprehend.
Six years ago, the person who got the heart of the fire spirit was a strong casual cultivator. He had already cultivated to the gods hidden realm. Unfortunately, soon after he got the heart of the fire spirit, he was killed by the elders from the eastern fire spirit's uncle, and the heart of the fire spirit Take away.
Although the treasure is good, if you want to survive, you really have to weigh yourself and do what you can.
Following the crowd, Xia Tuo entered the ghost mythical creature, which was a small cave in the secret realm. The mountains were undulating, and everyone appeared directly in a valley after entering.
The secret realm cave sky is very dark, and there is a copper fire platform around the valley, burning raging fire, illuminating the valley, and the beating flames illuminate the shadows, like ghosts intertwined.
In the deepest part of the valley is a tall stone platform. Under the stone platform stands ten ghost soldiers wearing black armor and ghost masks, each with the strength of the peak of the sky vein.
On the stone platform, there stood a little man with a ghostly smiling face, the judge of the ghost city.
Xia Tuo entered the ghost mythical creature, and the purple grimace mask on his face scared many people.
As he moved forward, the figure standing in front of him was about to explode with a violent temper, but as soon as he saw the appearance of the mask, it wilted and gave way.
Ghost Venerable, this is the top powerhouse among ghosts.
In Xia Tuo's view, the ghost mythical creature is more like an auction, with rows of stone chairs under the high platform. He casually sat on a stone chair in front, waiting for the opening of the ghost market auction.
Next, a lot of figures came in one after another, each found a place to sit down, but Xia Tuo's stone chairs around the front and back were not seated.
In addition, the warriors who entered the ghost mythical creatures, ordinary ghost maskers, fell far behind and did not dare to step forward. This is the experience passed down from the previous ghost mythical openings, accumulated with countless blood bones.
Ghost mythical creatures are open, life and death have fate and wealth in the sky, the treasures exchanged from ghost mythical creatures cannot be regarded as their own, only if they go out alive can they be regarded as their own.
For example, a certain warrior exchanged for a spiritual crystal. At this time, the fight began. The one who paid for it may have died early, and it is not certain who got the spiritual crystal in the end.
The ghost market does not prevent anyone from killing. After the treasure is easily released, they have already been rewarded, so whoever belongs to the treasure depends on the ability.
Hearing this rule, Xia Tuo felt that the ghost market was very good at handling things.
Because he has no money.
So get resources with fist, which is very good and powerful.
Half an hour later, the ghost is no longer in the martial artist, the dwarf judge standing on the stone platform, the ghost smile mask exudes coldness.
"Everyone, welcome to the ghost mythical creature, I am the ghost mythical judge, and I will host this bartering meeting on the order of the ghost master."
The judge's voice was a little hoarse, spreading around, making people feel cold all over.
With the purple mask on his face, the outside world naturally couldn't see the change in expression. Xia Tuo looked at the stone platform, and he became more and more interested in the City of Beacon.
The little man on the stage is a strong man in the gods.
Such a person is enough to open up an uncle in the outside world, but he is willing to be anonymous in this dark and gloomy land. Is it a distortion of the heart?
Or is it neurotic?
Or is there something wrong?
"The first treasure, curses the ancient sword."
Then a black light flashed in the judge's hand, and a rusty and mottled ancient sword about three feet long appeared in the eyes of everyone, and there was a vicissitudes of life and simplicity overflowing far away.
Wow!
The moment Cursed Ancient Sword appeared, the entire field suddenly became messy.
This sword really appeared again.
The ninth time!
It has only been six years since the last time it appeared. The person who got this ancient sword last time was the Supreme Elder Luo Hongfeng of the superior Luojia tribe.
At this moment, everyone is very concerned about the safety of Elder Luo Tai.
The ghost judge didn't cover it, and opened his mouth to curse the ancient sword, telling everyone generously that this sword has already killed eight masters, and whoever is not afraid of death will come and continue.
Xia Tuo looked at the ancient sword, about three feet long, with a broad blade and an octagonal sword shape. Under the rust traces, there were faintly visible vertical and horizontal uneven beast patterns.
The hilt of the sword is a dragon button, and the handle body presents a dragon pattern.
The ancient sword exudes an ancient charm, and it is hard to tell that it has killed eight masters.
Xiaojianjian is very fierce.
"Five hundred spirit crystals."
At this time, a ghost with a purple mask sitting in the front row of the stone chair made a sound.
Of course, five hundred spirit crystals are too low for the ancient sword. When the ancient sword first appeared, it was raised to fifty thousand spirit crystals by the ghosts.
It is a pity that the value of the ancient sword has continued to decline with every master bite, and it is now simply below the casting fee.
After his voice fell, the entire field was silent, and no one said more, even the other three purple ghost face ghosts were silent.
Everyone congratulated silently, the ninth master of ancient swords stepped on the road to death.
Under the gaze of everyone, the purple-faced ghost venerable had a swelling aura on his body, and he only suppressed it after a few breaths. He was originally holding the attitude of trying it out, but he didn't expect that no one would counter-offer.
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"The curse of the ancient sword belongs to the ghost master."
Seeing no one bid again, the judge shook his head slightly, but a sword was sold nine times, and it was okay to squeeze out five hundred spirit crystals.
Speaking of the judge, he threw the ancient sword towards the Purple-faced Ghost Venerable, but the next moment, a spirit crystal appeared in the purple-faced Ghost Venerable's hand, which flew horizontally in the air and collided with the ancient sword.
Then the spirit crystal collapsed, the ancient sword fell downward, and the sword tip plunged into the ground.
In the next moment, a river of spiritual light appeared on the purple-faced ghost sovereign, and five hundred spiritual crystals flew onto the stone platform. He didn't want the ancient sword, but the spiritual crystal did not dare not pay.
ps changed twice today. I coded 8,000 words. I really didn’t move. I suffered from severe insomnia in the last two days. In addition to the hot weather, I was completely confused today, feeling dizzy and vomiting.
No more tonight, take a break.
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