Author: The younger brother of the true brother

Li Mo felt that the black market was definitely not as simple as it seemed.

Even the two hundred miles centered on the Molten Town are likely to be the ruins of the Heart Beast Sect, and what the black market represents is unknown.

Whoosh swish swish swish...

Just as Li Mo thought, several monks rushed by overhead.

The monk drove the magic weapon that looked like the limbs of a wild beast and went to the heart beast black market, but after approaching a certain range, he still walked.

Li Mo did not rush to get closer and stood at a high place to observe the details of the black market.

He found that the order of the heart beast black market was more chaotic than the molten town, so the monks entering and leaving were very cautious, almost all wearing long robes to cover up their exposed appearance.

At the same time, the degree of deformity of the monk's body is far beyond imagination.

Some monks were no longer able to maintain their human form and walked on the deserted plains in a very weird posture.

Li Mo shook his head, switched to the newcomer's skin, and put on a wide Taoist robe.

He waited until the sky was dark before he left for the black market of the heart beast.

The monks deliberately distanced each other. From the half-covered corpses of the soil, it can be seen that there are definitely many things in killing people and catching treasures.

Li Mo was mentally prepared.

According to the memories that have been poured out from the Book of Creation, even in the ancient world of immortal cultivation, the living environment of casual cultivators is as cruel as it is.

Li Mo arrived at the black market calmly. The black fog was extremely deep and completely isolated inside. Occasionally, monks kept coming in and out.

He hesitated for a while, then lowered his head and stepped into the range of the black fog.

I just felt the sky spinning, my eyes were shrouded in darkness, and everything around me became silent, as if I had come to a small world hidden in the abyss.

Li Mo's five senses gradually recovered, and the endless mockery came from his head.

"Isn't even such a shallow method to instill spiritual power into my eyes?"

"Adap to it quickly and don't become a remains on the roadside."

"Ha ha ha ha……"

The sounds were heard one after another, and Li Mo didn't need to remind him that he had already instilled spiritual power into his eyes, but he was a little uncomfortable with the corrosion of haze and smog spiritual power.

"Junior!"

"Today I'm going to do you a favor, remember to repay my kindness in the future."

The thick fog dissipates and things in the black market become brighter.

Li Mo looked up at his head and saw hundreds of nonsense heads hanging on the entrance and exit of the black market.

The heads were penetrated through the temples by iron chains, and they had cultivated at least to complete the spiritual root transformation of the five internal organs, otherwise they would not be able to survive without the body for a long time.

Li Mo ignored these heads.

Looking around, he found that the Heart Beast Black Market was a street that was endless. There was no difference between day and night, and it was filled with blood and greed.

There are two rows of shops scattered on the street, and there are a large number of stalls on the roadside.

Li Mo looked at the monks who came to Chang, but although their mouths were open and closed, they could not hear the sound.

Obviously, the Black Market of Heart Beast is deliberately weakening the monk's five senses and ensuring that the identity of others will not be easily exposed.

Under the action of magic circles, the streets turn into markets suitable for underground trading. I don’t know how many dirty things happen openly or secretly.

The maintainer of the black market is at least a monk who is in the right form (Golden Pill).

Li Mo did not master eye skills, his perspective was very limited, and he was blurred a hundred meters away.

Even so, he still noticed the madness of the scattered cultivators in the black market, and the spells he mastered were obviously related to the Molt Town.

If we say that the transformation of the body by the melting town spell evolved based on the compatibility between alien spiritual energy and spells.

No matter what your body becomes, it will not hurt the foundation.

The black market cultivator completely showed the extremes to the fullest.

They will not consider the foundation, and even if their bodies are difficult to carry out transformation, they will not hesitate as long as they are in short-term interests.

"Ho huh huh huh."

A casual cultivator passed by, and a mandrille's head was transplanted from his neck. The interface was tangled with countless silk threads, and he could also notice that blood was constantly oozing out of it.

If Han Cai saw this, he would shake his head even if he had such a rough operation.

Li Mo glanced at the monk with two heads.

He noticed that the mandrill head seemed to be responsible for practice, and the remaining consciousness was swallowing and spitting out specific alien aura.

The monks stuffed some food into the mandrill's head from time to time, which shows that the human and beast's heads do not share the same set of internal organs.

It may also be convenient for stripping in the future.

Li Mo's scalp was numb when he saw it.

Only immortality can a monk ruin his body in this way. If the mandrill's head loses control, the other party will immediately die.

Such casual cultivators are everywhere in the black market.

Some monks placed their heart directly outside the body and hung it openly around their waists, and the connected blood vessels appeared crystalline.

After the heartbeat stopped, the monk set out to replace it with a new heart.

He completely treated his heart as a consumable, so as to delay the outbreak of the death disease and provide his body with a short and faint vitality.

Li Mo was about to find a shop selling corpses of monsters, but he heard his head on the way and began to show his presence.

"Junior, the inn is on the left hand 300 meters ahead, Yibao Pavilion is on the right hand 750 meters ahead, and the Magic Hall is on the right hand..."

The long-bearded head smiled and after introducing the black market with an eloquent introduction, he then shook proudly: "I remember you, junior."

"If you are interested, I will give me a vertebrae as a thank you gift in the future. I will not pick my vertebrae in the horny period."

"Don't listen to him, give me the spine. I can tell you the romantic past during my lifetime, hahahaha."

"There are only my head left. What kind of romantic past is it? Are you shameless?!"

If you don’t have to be tied up by iron chains, you will inevitably fight.

Li Mo shook his head and was about to leave the entrance and exit when a figure stopped beside him.

The other party was wrapped in a Taoist robe, and he could only hear from the voice that it was a female cultivator: "Don't pay attention to the ghost head. They owe a lot of debts to the black market, and their organs have been mortgaged."

"I ask for the spine just to one day get the parts of my body out of the way of hanging doors for thousands of years."

After she finished speaking, she disappeared into the black market.

It caused a burst of insult to the ghost's head, and even spitted pus and blood on the back of the female cultivator with her already rotten tongue.

Li Mo glanced at the female cultivator and smelled an inexplicable fishy smell in his nose.

He followed closely behind and stayed away from the entrance and exit. No wonder Gionee was so afraid of the black market. This ghost place was full of temptation, as if he could buy all resources with spirit stones.

But at the same time, the black market of the Heart Beast also has hidden dangers, and if you are not careful, you will be swallowed up.

It was not until Li Mo approached the black market of the Heart Beast that he realized why he was in debt, because there were various signs emitting fluorescent light hanging in front of many shops.

[Receive the original heart, judge the price of the vitality contained, starting from twenty medium-grade spirit stones]

[To give birth to the hands and feet, provide bone-renewing pill, and also collect complete quality of the hands and feet, five medium-grade spirit stones are raised]

[Recruiting a doctor in a clinic, proficient in universal skills, paying for money is negotiable, and spiritual gifts start from ten years.]

………

"Why does it feel like the black market and the molten town are completely contrary to each other?"
Chapter completed!