Wherever there are people, there will be a black market.

If the existence of the Wushi money house was to formulate a set of trading rules for the entire Kunlun world. Then the existence of the black market was undoubtedly breaking that rule.

Of course, in some aspects, the black market is making up for some of the shortcomings of Wushi money shops and building a more complete trading market.

Because there are some things that can only be purchased on the black market, such as: human lives, prohibited weapons from the Ministry of War, and elixirs that were monopolized by medieval families, etc.

The black market headquarters of Tiantaizhou is an ancient city, known as the capital of evil, and is the darkest place in the entire Tiantaizhou.

Tiantai Prefecture, thirty-six prefectures and 1,296 counties, has the headquarters of most of the evil forces, and is also located here.

Although this evil city has endured countless wars and was attacked many times, it has not been destroyed, but has become more prosperous.

"Ga!"

A sound of carvings cut through the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a violent sound of wind broke out, and the golden-winged thunder eagle pulled the blood-soul chariot and descended from the sky and drove straight into the black market.

The golden-winged thunder eagle was filled with dazzling golden light. The aura radiated from the air was like an ancient divine beast. It was walking on the wide streets, shocking all the evil monks to dodge and retreat.

"What a powerful beast, I don't know who is in the chariot?"

"That is the Blood Soul Chariot of the Blood God Sect. Only giants in the Holy Realm are qualified to ride. They must be a big man who is on the black market."

...

Everyone was talking about it, and they were all guessing the identity of the owner of the Blood Soul Chariot.

The Blood Soul Chariot walked to the gate of Yipintang of the Black Market before stopping. Then, Zhang Ruochen walked out of it.

Murong Yue learned about Zhang Ruochen's arrival in advance and had been waiting outside the gate.

In addition, two monks, one white and one black, stood behind Murong Yue.

The white-skinned monk was as white as jade, very fat, and had a Buddha-like smile on his face at any time.

The dark-skinned monk looked particularly thin, like a piece of black charcoal, in sharp contrast with the white-skinned monk.

The two of them were the disciples of Master Indra, Da Sikong and Er Sikong.

In recent times, they have been following Murong Yue to enter the world to practice, but they have not caused much trouble.

Seeing Zhang Ruochen walking down from the Blood Soul Chariot, Murong Yue immediately met him and smiled and said, "Congratulations to Mr. Gu, becoming the new son of the Blood God Cult."

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "Is there any news about the thing I want?"

Murong Yue looked around and said, "This place is not the place to say, please follow me, my son."

Zhang Ruochen nodded, followed Murong Yue into the black market Yipin Hall, and came to an independent courtyard.

In the courtyard, a large guardian array started to move, condensed into an invisible light shield, wrapping the entire courtyard inside.

"Greetings to the Crown Prince."

Murong Yue knelt on one knee and saluted Zhang Ruochen, looking very respectful.

Zhang Ruochen nodded and signaled Murong Yue to get up.

Murong Yue stood up, looking heroic and capable, and said, "Your Highness the Crown Prince asked his subordinates to find the holy-level elephant soul, and his subordinates have found some news."

Zhang Ruochen showed joy and asked, "Where is it?"

Murong Yue said: "Just tonight, at the auction of the Moon Worshiping Demon Sect, there will be an elephant soul with a green armored camel elephant."

The Moon-Worshiping Demon Cult also has a large industry in the black market. Generally speaking, the Demon Cult auctions are very heavyweight, and the treasures sold at the auction are also top-notch.

Holy Yuan Dan, Holy Source, Holy Arts and Secret Books... may all appear on the auction table.

Zhang Ruochen is bound to win the elephant soul of the green armored camel elephant, so he naturally wants to attend to tonight's auction.

Zhang Ruochen took out a small can of divine blood, which was a thousand drops, and handed it to Murong Yue, and asked her to exchange it for a holy stone.

After all, at the auction, all the holy stones were used for transactions, so Zhang Ruochen naturally had to prepare a large sum in advance.

Even Murong Yue was shocked when he got a thousand drops of divine blood. Because the amount of divine blood was too large, and it was exchanged into a holy stone, which was enough to compare with the entire wealth of a saint.

Murong Yue's state of mind was far from ordinary people, and soon received shocked greeting and led a thousand drops of blood gods and retreated.

Da Sikong came to Zhang Ruochen, folded his hands together, and looked smiling, and said, "Uncle Master, I have accumulated some treasures over the years, and sold them all, and replaced them with holy stones. There is no place to spend them. Otherwise, you will bring me with you tonight's auction?"

"Since you are practicing in the world, it is a good thing to go and see the world together," said Zhang Ruochen.

"I'm going too." Ersikongdao.

The big disc face of Da Sikong suddenly sank, and he scolded: "Second Junior Brother, what are you doing? You are just a poor man and can't even take out a holy stone. Go to the auction, wouldn't you cause trouble for the uncle?"

Er Sikong was indeed dull, but he was quite persistent and said, "Since it's a practice, why can't I go?"

"You have some reason. As a senior brother, can't you control me anymore?"

Da Sikong rolled up his sleeves, revealing two thick white arms, and was about to teach Er Sikong a lesson.

Zhang Ruochen immediately stopped him and said, "Since Er Sikong wants to go to the auction hall to see the world, let's go together."

"Since the uncle has already said that, you can go, damn it. You don't have a holy stone anyway, and you can't buy anything."

Dasikong held his hands, looking contented.

Zhang Ruochen saw everything in his eyes and just smiled secretly in his heart.

Two months ago, Da Sikong and Er Sikong had been practicing in the deep mountains and forests and rarely had contact with the outside world.

In just over two months, Da Sikong has completely integrated into this world, drinking and eating meat, doing things smoothly, and having some cleverness.

People like him who have strong adaptability will not suffer any losses wherever they go.

The Er Sikong and Da Sikong were completely opposite. They were still quite old-fashioned, stubborn, and dull. They ate vegetarian food and chanted Buddha's name without any change.

Of course, people like Er Sikong have the Buddha's heart as solid as a rock, and no inner demon can affect him.

Murong Yue was very efficient in doing things, and soon exchanged all 1,000 drops of divine blood into 12,000 holy stones.

The value of a drop of Blood God can be exchanged for about ten to twenty holy stones depending on the grade.

The divine blood obtained by Zhang Ruochen in the underworld can only be considered ordinary quality. One drop can be exchanged for twelve holy stones, which is quite good.

Zhang Ruochen put all 12,000 holy stones into the space ring, and then took out another hundred drops of divine blood and handed it to Murong Yue.

Murong Yue took the divine blood, was quite puzzled, and asked, "The prince still wants to continue to exchange for the holy stone?"

Zhang Ruochen shook his head and said, "I will give these divine blood to you."

Murong Yue showed a look of surprise on her face, and she was about to refuse.

One hundred drops of divine blood are too expensive.

However, before she could speak, Zhang Ruochen said again: "I know that with your identity, there is no shortage of cultivation resources. However, if you refine divine blood, your cultivation will improve faster and your physique will be stronger. I hope you can cultivate the extreme Yin body to the greatest success as soon as possible."

Murong Yue did not refuse any more, and put away a hundred drops of divine blood, bowed and said, "I will definitely not let down the expectations of His Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhang Ruochen looked at the red clouds in the sky with his hands behind his back and said, "Mingzong has been established, I need some powerful talents. If so, you can cultivate the Extreme Yin body to great success, you will definitely be a palace master of Mingzong in the future."

"Mingzong was the sect founded by His Highness the Crown Prince?"

Zhang Ruochen nodded and said, "That's right."

There was joy in Murong Yue's eyes.

Since His Royal Highness decided to create his own sect, it means that he is determined to rebuild the Central Empire of Shengming.

As an old subordinate of the Central Empire of the Holy Ming Dynasty, how could he not be happy?

Murong Yue was a little excited and said, "As long as His Highness the Crown Prince issues a Crown Prince's edict and announces the news of your return, he will definitely be able to respond with one call. Most of the former subordinates will come to surrender. It won't take long for the power of Mingzong to be comparable to the current Mingtang."

Zhang Ruochen shook his head, not as optimistic as Murong Yue, and said, "Who would believe that the Prince of the Holy Ming, eight hundred years ago, was still alive? Even if the Prince of the Holy Ming really returned, who would be willing to obey the orders of those saint realms giants who dominated one area? Now is not the time to issue the prince's edict, and we have to wait a little longer."

Since His Royal Highness the Crown Prince had his own ideas, Murong Yue naturally stopped talking.

Zhang Ruochen asked: "I asked you to help find Ling Feiyu's whereabouts. Is there any news?"

"I sent all the monks from the Yipin Hall of the Black Market of Yuanfu to search for all the thirty-six counties, but did not find Ling Feiyu at all. It is said that the Demon Cult sent out more people, but still nothing was found. Everyone suspected that Ling Feiyu had already fallen after the battle of the ancient clan in the prison." Murong Yuehui reported.

"Has the corpse not been found?" Zhang Ruochen said.

"No."

Immediately afterwards, Murong Yue said: "The attacks launched by an existence like the Qingtian Blood Emperor can destroy everything in the world. How can there be corpses?"

Zhang Ruochen sighed a long time, feeling a little sad.

No matter what, Ling Feiyu and he are both teachers and friends, and taught him a lot of knowledge about swordsmanship.

Ling Feiyu is definitely a wonderful woman who can be compared with the talented woman in the Holy Book. Her extraordinary talent has made her dominate an era.

However, facing an emperor like the Qingtian Blood Emperor, he eventually died and left nothing behind.

"No matter how outstanding a person is, he will die. The life of the Sword Saint is so fragile." Zhang Ruochen was quite depressed and could not feel a trace of joy.

As the sun sets, the sky gradually becomes dark.
Chapter completed!