Gao Wu: Returning from the Tomb of Gods, I am invincible!

"Li Mu, what are you doing here?"

"I'm back now, you can go."

"Anyway, I'm fine. I just wanted to go shopping with you."

Qu Xiao grinned.

Although he tried his best to show a harmless smile.

But his sinister face, even when he smiles, is still terrifying.

The pedestrians on both sides of this direct provocation couldn't help but retreat a little.

At this moment, the three of them have entered a trading street.

The sky was already getting dark.

But there were dim lights lit on both sides of the street.

It's not very bright, but it's enough for a warrior to see everything clearly.

There are no shops on both sides of the street, just small vendors.

And most of the things on display are materials from exotic animals.

Among them, senior high school students are the mainstream.

This is already the largest "trading street" in the southwest city.

But even so, most of the items were of no use to Li Mu.

The mainstream backbone of Hailong City is military commanders.

The Martial King above the general also has some scale.

This is the trading street that only King Wu is qualified to enter.

But what Li Mu came into contact with.

Everything he needs at this moment is at least level ten.

But unfortunately, it’s something above level ten.

No matter where it is, it is rarely circulated, and almost all of it has a price but no market.

Li Mu walked casually.

His eyes swept over each vendor without a care in the world.

It seems that I just came here to stroll around and take a look.

But Fathead Fish and Qu Xiao followed him.

A muscular man two meters tall.

The aura of keeping strangers away is directly filled.

The other one is almost two meters long.

Although he didn't look that fierce, his figure, which was slightly larger than Qu Xiao's, was still quite oppressive even though he looked harmless.

The two of them followed each other, one to the left and the other to the right.

Just like two door gods.

How can ordinary people dare to approach.

Even people on the street couldn't help but give way.

It feels like a bully patrolling the streets.

Many people don't know these two.

But some well-informed people already know Qu Xiao's identity.

After all, that was what Chu Ningtao said himself.

Disciple of King Ming.

And now, this Qu Xiao is also together with Li Mu.

This makes some people wonder.

After all, these two can be said to represent a martial god respectively.

"Mr. Can, why do you think these two guys got mixed up together?"

The same is in the southwest urban area.

In a restaurant.

Murong Beidou stood with his hands behind his hands, looking out at the dark night scene outside by the window.

An old man with white beard and hair stood silently behind him.

Murong Beidou.

This young master of the Murong family.

I don't know when I quietly entered Hailong City again.

The old man spoke slowly:

"The one in our family has nothing to do with the gods, but he is a close acquaintance with His Highness Prince Ming..."

"At this time, young master, it is not appropriate to cause trouble."

Murong Beidou frowned slightly, looking a little ugly:

"No, I have to figure this out!"

"Old Silkworm, mobilize manpower."

Murong Can was suddenly startled: "Master, calm down..."

"I can be calm about other things, but not this!"

Murong Beidou slowly turned his gaze.

Its gaze.

His eyes are about to split, as if he wants to choose someone to devour.

……

"There's nothing good. Did you come here just to go shopping?"

Qu Xiao looked at Li Mu suspiciously.

He followed Li Mu because he felt that this boy must have great luck, and if he followed him, he would get some benefits.

The trip to Nine Islands illustrates this point.

Li Mu didn't gain anything, but that doesn't mean Qu Xiao didn't gain anything.

But now, Li Mu is wandering around here casually.

This made Qu Xiao very puzzled.

He felt that Li Mu's move had deep meaning.

But it’s hard to tell.

Li Mu glanced at Qu Xiao but did not respond.

Soon.

Li Mu suddenly quickened his pace a little.

Soon, we stopped in front of a stall.

The stall owner is a rough-skinned man who looks about four or five years old.

When he saw Li Mu, he was slightly startled.

Even though his eyes were slightly bright.

This is a celebrity! And being a celebrity means having money!

Under the nervous gaze of the stall owner.

Li Mu squatted down directly in front of his stall.

A thick black cloth with many things on it.

They are all exotic animal materials and the like.

Scales, teeth, bones, and so on.

Most are level seven.

The strength of this stall owner is only level eight, and his own strength is not outstanding among the same level.

Li Mu reached out and tapped Hei Hui's head.

Heihui shook his head, and his eyes slowly moved around the stall.

This time, come here.

What Li Mu mainly wants is black trouble.

There is something here that can make him stronger.

Because of something.

Li Mu's thoughts on the black disaster also couldn't help but change.

At least, Black Disaster is firmly and absolutely on his side.

Black Disaster becomes stronger, in fact, it increases its own strength.

As for the risk of losing control.

Maybe it does.

However, there is no such thing as sitting back and enjoying the success without any risks in this world.

Many things also involve risks.

So far, at least Li Mu has confidence in Black Disaster.

Its nascent consciousness has gradually become stable.

Dependence on oneself has penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

And the potential consciousness in his body.

When Black Disaster and Poseidon collided, they didn't take the opportunity to recover.

Obviously, the level of sleep of that consciousness is very deep.

At least in the short term, there is no risk of the black disaster getting out of control.

Moreover, Li Mu's backhand that retains his divine eyes still exists.

It is necessary to cultivate black disaster at present.

Even if it's just to guard against the influence of those guys.

That is also necessary.

Some losses are enough once.

Li Mu didn't want to become someone else's tool anymore.

Or not a "person".

Qu Xiao and Fathead Fish followed closely behind Li Mu.

Follow it.

As soon as these two behemoths arrived, they instantly cast two huge black shadows.

The stall owner's expression suddenly became a little stiff.

Of course, warriors are not just judged by their body shape.

These two guys are not just scary in size.

The smell is equally terrifying.

Even if it's not revealed intentionally.

But just a hint of it is enough to be frightening.

Such an aura coupled with an already oppressive body shape.

No wonder the stall owner was a little scared.

For a while, this stall also attracted a lot of attention.

But Li Mu didn't care about others.

Soon, Heihuo's eyes locked onto something.

Li Mu followed his gaze.

A piece of white bone.

Mangled bones.

It is not complete, some are similar to arm bones, some are like human bones, but they are obviously larger.

However, there is no special aura on this residual bone.

Even if you use mental power to perceive it, there is nothing special about it.

Of course, Li Mu would not feel that Hei Hui had admitted his mistake.

This can only show that what Black Disaster requires is far more mysterious than mental power.

"How to sell?"

Li Mu casually grabbed the broken bone.

He didn't hide his purpose at all.

This is not necessary.

The level is different.

What Li Mu cares about is no longer the petty profits in front of him.