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Xia Qitu killed the insane Xiexiu up and down, then sank into his thoughts again, rubbed his fingers on the wood carving in his sleeve, and continued to follow Su Ling through the winding back street.

The other two seemed to have no intention of talking, and the atmosphere fell into silence, only the vague noise of the street in the distance could be heard for a while.

Jin Liancheng's spirit appraisal meeting is held once a month in the largest black market in the capital.

There are many barriers in the black market, and those who hold the tickets for the spells are the guests of the Spiritual Appreciation Association, enjoying the highest etiquette of the black market, and being able to pass through unimpeded.

Su Ling took the two of them with ease to the end of the alley, entered a shop with a bare door, walked straight through the wooden shelves displaying many strange magic weapons, and walked to the backyard.

Before entering Nanfeng, Xia Qi concealed the sect master's ring with spells, and his face and waist were mostly covered by a large cloak. A black cloak is a must-have for most monks when they walk around, so it's not that unusual .

And Qingyan's concealment technique is more advanced, it directly changes one's aura and cultivation, and even the eye-catching appearance becomes ordinary in the eyes of outsiders——

The two looked no different from the thousands of monks who came to Jinlian City.

In a dark and remote corner of the backyard, there is a teleportation array that is running leisurely.

The defenders are like ghosts, their sharp eyes curled up in the darkness are like poisonous snakes, and they graze over the faces and entry spells of the people one by one, and let them enter the battle one by one after finding nothing unusual.

The exact location of the Jinlian City black market, it is said that even the native Jin Liancheng people and the monks who have been to the black market many times can't tell.

On the night when the market opened, the only way to enter the market - the teleportation circle was lit up.

The first teleportation array spread all over the city, and those who attended the meeting had to make three transfers through the teleportation array to reach the entrance of the black market.

And the layers of magic circles are tightly guarded, only entering and exiting, and when the black market is closed, the teleportation circle will open the reverse transmission path and send out the guests.

Xia Qi found that every time he passed through a teleportation formation, the number of people queuing up would increase.Everyone is wearing a skilled disguise, and they are also wise not to spy on others.

He remembered that the last time he went to Changyao Secret Realm, he was also dazed by such a magic circle, and he could see that the concealment effect was excellent.

The location of the Spiritual Appreciation Society in the black market is even more weird and hard to find. There is a magic circle at the entrance of the black market, which can directly transfer to the site of the Spiritual Appreciation Society.

The three of them had a clear purpose and went straight to the Spiritual Appreciation Society.

As soon as Xia Qi stepped out of the magic circle and entered the venue, he smelled a burst of strong incense, which was so sweet and gorgeous that it was almost gaudy, and the irritation made his nasal cavity itchy, and he couldn't help sneezing.

The girl who came to guide the way was respectful, and her smile was exactly the same as that of the other guides, like a mask on her face, leading them through the long corridor.

Stepping into the light again, one arrives at the meeting hall of the Spiritual Appreciation Society, which is high and wide and can accommodate more than a hundred people.Among them, the tables and chairs are neat, the utensils are luxurious, and the curtains are gorgeous, which is very commensurate with the incense.

In the center, there is a table set against the background of gold and green, with flowers and brocades on it. On the table, inscriptions with unknown functions are faintly shining.Judging from the degree of decoration and location, this is the core of the Lingling Society.

Xia Qi also discovered that the entire meeting hall must have been restricted to prevent the mind from wandering at will - where the naked eye cannot see, the mind cannot spy on it.

The three of them stepped on the thick blanket and sat down in an inconspicuous place.The silk and bamboo wind leisurely around the beam for three feet, and even the whispers from other places are as thin as the moaning of mosquitoes.

Xia Qi glanced at the hot tea and delicate snacks that were poured on the table, and generally didn't touch them because they thought they were unclean.

He glanced around the layout of the venue, and with a guess in his heart, he cautiously sent a message to the two of them with his spiritual sense: "Is the Lingling Society an auction magic weapon?"

The "big man" Su Ling was sitting with a big sword, it seems that he has already adapted to this status.Just as she was about to answer, her surroundings suddenly fell into darkness.

All the lights in the meeting hall were extinguished, the whispering and silk bamboo stopped together, and the central table was illuminated from top to bottom by a beam of light.

The Spirit Appraisal has begun.

Among the flowers on the stage, a woman with stunning appearance and enchanting figure suddenly appeared out of thin air.

With the gradual development of silk and bamboo, she stretched her body and presented a graceful dance on the square inch stage.Nanfeng is hot and humid all year round, and the folk customs are open. The women dress very coolly, and the dance moves show off their glamorous figures.

Xia Qi didn't know where to put his eyes, and a short dance ended.

The woman's dance ignited the atmosphere of the hall, and the cheers were loud. She gave a polite and thoughtful speech before the meeting, but Xia Qi noticed the words at the end——

"Appreciating spirits and obtaining treasures all depends on eyesight and luck. The price is finalized and will not be returned or exchanged. Lu Ji first congratulates all guests for returning with a full load—"

Xia Qi looked at the central table with great interest, it was really an auction, I don't know if it was a magic weapon or a spiritual material...

Lu Ji retreated to the side of the stage, and was about to present the first auction item.

I saw a few lines of bright lights in the inscription on the stage, which instantly outlined a teleportation array.

A woman unexpectedly appeared in the formation. She was kneeling on the ground with her head bowed. Her whole body was not restrained, but her hands and feet were limp and she couldn't get up.

The dense crowd of guests in the hall seemed to be used to it, and they had already skillfully started bidding. The price increase in units of spirit stones kept ringing out, and whispering discussions were endless.

Xia Qi's waist straightened slightly, and he actually bid on a living person?

He knew that some underground trading places would auction off slaves, and it was not uncommon for such transactions to occur in the black market, but seeing it with his own eyes still made him uncomfortable.

The bidding ended, the final price was finalized, and the woman on the stage belonged to a fat merchant.

Unexpectedly, this session was not over yet, and the venue suddenly booed at the merchants.

"Open the spirit on the spot!"

"Let everyone give you palm eyes!"

"See the boss's luck!"

The merchants who were coaxed were not annoyed, instead they laughed until their eyes sank into fat, and only their fat lips grinned.

He waved his hand at the crowd quite reassuringly, as if in agreement, he got up and walked to the stage.

Lu Ji's smile is like a cold-blooded animal. It is obviously a flattering expression, but it makes people feel cold for no reason. She reminded again: "We will not return the product after taking the spirit. Whether it is good or bad is the customer's choice. Think it through."

The merchant waved his hands brazenly, rolled up his sleeves nonchalantly, and rubbed his hands excitedly: "The old man opened this first treasure with his own hands. It will open everyone's eyes and have fun. It's worth spending a little money!"

After finishing speaking, amidst the cheers that were obviously raised in the hall, he took a piece of talisman paper presented by Lu Ji, and walked towards the woman on the stage.

Qing Yan's eyes fell on the piece of talisman paper. It was indeed a rune he had never seen before, but the inscription's twists and turns were vaguely familiar, and it came from the same source as the Lingying Mountain magic circle.

He had a bad premonition in his heart, and his face darkened.

Xia Qi noticed that the cheers around him were wave after wave, and the eyes of everyone were wild and bloodthirsty, like a hungry beast outside the iron fence thinking about blood and flesh.

He watched Shang Jia's movements closely, and finally realized that something was wrong.

The shadow cast by the merchant enveloped the thin woman. He excitedly pasted the talisman paper forward, and the woman's body was surrounded by a wall of inscriptions, and the talisman paper filled the eyes of the formation, and the inscription quickly turned blood red.

The woman trapped in the battle screamed, her facial features were distorted in pain, and her fingers were stained with blood in her dying struggle. She couldn't ask for death.

The screams that gradually became inhuman added to the joy of everyone in the hall, and the surroundings became more noisy.

In just a few breaths, the inscription disappeared, the talisman paper peeled off, and a blood-stained crystal halo rolled into the merchant's hand.

He put the pads casually, showing dissatisfaction on his face: "It's only 50 years, it's just a mistake."

Xia Qi suddenly opened his eyes wide, and the blood in his body became extremely cold——

This is... stripping the demon pill on the spot!

Only then did he understand that the so-called Spirit Gathering was a cruel and absurd entertainment for evil cultivators to guess the cultivation level of the demon cultivators on the stage by their eyes, and then participate in the auction to peel off the demon cores by themselves.

In the eyes of these people, all non-other races can become bargaining commodities on the stage, and can be humiliated and deprived of their lives at will.

He thought of the creatures massacred in Lingying Mountain a hundred years ago, and those demon cultivators brothers in Xiaoshan. The scene in front of him made his fists tighten, and he felt that the cultivators around him were no longer considered human beings.

The merchant by the stage casually threw the demon pill to the boy, glanced at the weak demon cultivator in the formation, and said hesitantly: "It's unlucky to take it home and die at home, but the appearance is not bad..."

Lu Ji hurriedly stepped forward, and said thoughtfully: "Guests, don't worry, according to the old rules...they will be sent to the backyard room, and the guests will leave tomorrow, and we will take care of the rest."

The merchant narrowed his eyes and smiled, obviously very satisfied with this transaction.

As soon as Xia Qi gritted his back teeth, Su Ling pressed his shoulders heavily and imprisoned him back on the seat as soon as he exerted his strength.

Su Ling's solemn voice warned in a low voice beside his ear: "Xia Qi, you saved one person, but you can't take away all the demon cultivators of the Jianling Society, don't act rashly!"

Xia Qi took a restrained breath, stopped looking at Shang Jia and Lu Ji, and asked with his spiritual sense: "What's going on with this Spiritual Appreciation Society? Where did the demon cultivator get it?"

He finally understood that the thick incense in the meeting hall was to cover up the smell of blood.

There was a churn in his stomach, Xia Qi remembered something, and hurriedly looked at Qing Yan, only to see that the other party was quietly watching the movement on the stage, with a sad and happy expression on his face.

At this moment, he deeply regrets letting Qing Yan come with him. Recently, he rested with Qing Yan. He sleeps very lightly. He always finds that Qing Yan wakes up in the middle of meditation. It must be disturbed by the sporadic images that appear in the sea of ​​consciousness.The other party has never told him about this matter, but it is not a good picture to disturb Qingyan.

Seeing such a cruel scene now... He couldn't help but shake Qingyan's hand under the table.

Sure enough, the always warm palm was a little cold.

Qing Yan didn't look at him, thinking that he was afraid, she squeezed his hand comfortingly, and then slowly clenched it, as if to coax him not to be afraid.

Su Ling looked at the auction stage, with a calm expression on his face: "A hundred years ago, Xu Shen took over the Shifang Pavilion and began to spoil the spirit beasts and demon cultivators in Nanfeng, stripping away the demon cores as contract beasts. Since five years ago , he meddled into the black market in Nanfeng, started the trade of demon pills and spirit stones, intending to collect demon pills from the people and refine demon beasts. ... Evil cultivators from all over Yunzhang who are thirsty for spirit stones began to capture them and bring them to Jinlian City... The reputation of the Spiritual Appreciation Society is gradually growing."

Xia Qi frowned.

Xu Shen died, but the disaster left behind was like a poison that had penetrated into Nan Feng's bone marrow, and had already dragged Nan Feng into an endless loop.

"Xu Shen is really crazy. After this time, Nanfeng's vitality is about to die. It seems that he is still collecting demon pills from the Jianling Society, and only the people behind the scenes are left... Xu Shen must have started collecting demon pills five years ago. , is the idea of ​​the people behind the scenes."

Qing Yan heard the words and said: "Xu Shen's conspiracy is now clear. From the beginning of the attack on Lingying Mountain, he has been ambitious. The purpose is to occupy Yunzhang. Nanfeng has naturally become a place that can be easily discarded. It is not a pity to destroy it. The Shifang Pavilion is even more unscrupulous after learning the method of refining and controlling demons. Extracting demon pills and refining magic circles are all preparations for using monsters to eradicate various sects."

Xia Qi mocked: "But I don't want to make a wedding dress for the people behind the scenes, and play myself to death. Now the people behind the scenes still need demon pills, are they still making monsters? For example... demon seeds?"

If the demon seeds can be infected, then the efficiency of producing troops is simply greater than the control of the heart demon illusion.

Within a few breaths of the conversation, the woman had already been taken down.

The teleportation inscription was shining again, and a demon cultivator was sent up again.

Xia Qi's eyes sank, and his hands were already on Lianguang.

But being held back by Su Ling again, she shook her head: "It's useless, I saved them. When they were caught, they were hit with spells that specifically target demon cultivators, and they have already lived for a short time. This hall has concentrated many forces of Jin Liancheng." , muddy the water and add unnecessary trouble.”

These words made Xia Qi feel a little uncomfortable, he will be alive soon, there is still hope.

He didn't give up this time, but just moved away from Su Ling's hand calmly, his eyes were cold and calm.

"Many forces in Jinlian City? It's just a nest of snakes and rats. The current pavilion master of Shifang Pavilion died under my sword, and his bones are still fresh. Wouldn't it be good to send some old subordinates to accompany him?"

Su Ling was a little helpless, she knew that someone who could become the head of the Demon Hunter's sect was naturally not a good person, and she was surprised that Xia Qi killed that evil cultivator without blinking...

After all, Xia Qi is no longer the person who needs to support someone. He is strong, and he still has a firm determination in his bones.

She persuaded in a calm tone: "Xiao Qi, it was Xu Shen who came to your site before, and this is Jin Liancheng..."

"So what?" Xia Qi lifted his lips without smiling.Su Ling suddenly understood that Xia Qi was not targeting her, but as the head of Xiaoshan sect, he was expressing his position, "The purpose of Xiaoshan's trip is very clear, there is no need to sit down and talk with any forces in Nanfeng, and there is no need to be courteous before going to war."

Xia Qi never thought that he would have a disagreement with Su Ling, or stand in a different position at this juncture.

However, in the previous sect talks, the three masters have already expressed their attitude that they must eliminate the people behind the scenes as soon as possible. After all, the speed of creating demons is too fast, Yunzhang has limited monks, and the enchantment of Lingying Mountain can't wait.

Nanfeng's fragmented forces are not even the minions of the people behind the scenes, and the Jianling Society is a breakthrough to find the people behind the scenes.Now that the three most powerful sects of Yunzhang gathered together, and found out that these beasts had done inhumane things, there was no reason to be timid.

It's just the difference between early and late.

But Su Ling may be used to lurking, looking forward and backward, being cautious, always looking for a more relaxed way to deal with it, and not wanting to fall out with various forces so quickly.

If there was no fear of human life, Xia Qi might have endured it and weighed Su Ling's suggestion, but now the knife is hanging over the heads of several innocent lives...

He wants to save the demon cultivators of the Spirit Appreciation Society.

He also wants to kill these beasts who play with human life.

The gleaming and sharp sword energy split the rocks and cracked the mountain, and the platform and the inscription were smashed into ruins in an instant.

At the same time, Xia Qi heard the sound of the barrier breaking above his head. It was the barrier that shielded his consciousness was split, and his consciousness swung away——

The Qing banquet has been shot together!