Immortal Way Retrograde

When Jun Luo and his party arrived in the small town, they turned their heads to look at the location of Haoranzong as if feeling something.

The majestic palace collapsed in an instant, and the majestic spiritual power escaped from Haoranzong overwhelmingly.

As we all know, several giant spirit gathering arrays will be arranged under the land of each sect for the monks of the sect to practice.But now, the Spirit Gathering Formation was broken and caused aura to overflow, there are only two possibilities, either the person in charge of the formation took the initiative to remove the Spirit Gathering Formation, or the person in charge of the formation is dead.

Jun Luo had no doubt that it was the second situation. What she didn't expect was that Qin Zhuo would die so quickly. Calculating carefully, it must have been less than an hour since he disappeared.

Jun Luo shook his head, and stopped thinking about it, but looked up at the originally hazy sky.

Perhaps because the source has been removed, even the sky has become much clearer. I believe it will not take long for everything here to return to its original appearance.

"Fellow Daoists, fellow Daoists!"

When Jun Luo was watching in a daze, a familiar voice pulled her back from her thoughts.

I saw Na Luo Bugui running towards them with a look of excitement on his face, causing some roadside stall owners to look at them vaguely.

"I just know that a few fellow Taoists are dragons and phoenixes among people, and they will definitely help us destroy those things that are neither human nor ghost."

Luo Bugui glanced at it, shook his head and said, "Of course not, the price of these pills is too high, and ordinary people who wander around won't spend a lot of spirit stones to buy these, unless they have special needs."

It has to be said that each of the pills here is at the level of an auction house.

The entrance is in an alley that no one would go to even during the day, and the passage is so narrow that only one person can pass through.

Luo Bugui walked in the front, followed by Jun Luo, and then the others.

Luo Bugui waved his hand: "You are only buying a thousand miles of magic, and you don't need to buy another mask like this. The price of that talisman is not as high as that of a mask, otherwise I would have warned you a long time ago."

There is no doubt that this is the famous ghost market.

This is a long street full of feasting lights, besides the yelling of stall owners everywhere, some store owners also like to stand outside the store to attract customers.

At some point, Baili fell at the end of the line. He looked back at the stall thoughtfully, and found that the stall owner who didn't pay much attention to Jun Luo was staring at Jun Luo's back intently.

"The masks on their faces are a bit unusual..." Lingxi stroked her chin while scanning the street.

Jun Luo couldn't help asking: "Is the specification of this ghost market so high? No one cares about such a pill?"

Ordinary masks are not very useful for monks. After all, monks' spiritual sense is more useful than eyes. Even if the face is covered, monks can still distinguish through a person's unique breath.

Only a trace of hatred was gradually wiped away.

On this street, this stall owner is considered to be the most Buddhist. He leaned lazily against the wall, letting the pills on the stall be placed in a random way.On the front of each bottle of elixir, there is a corresponding note with the selling price, name and function of the elixir.

It's just that every seller here wears a mask on his face, making it completely impossible to recognize his appearance.

It's just... she can also refine this kind of elixir.

Not to mention casual cultivators, even a disciple of the sect may not be able to escape the fate of being hunted down, unless he never leaves the sect for the rest of his life. "

Jun Luo glanced at the price of the bottle, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it seems that a high-level alchemist can also do three years without opening and opening for three years...

When Jun Luo passed by a stall selling pills, he stopped in his tracks.

Compared with the half-dead Wucheng atmosphere, the ghost city is much more vibrant.

Following Luo Bugui's footsteps, the group of five turned around and walked through several dark alleys before finally finding the entrance to the ghost city.

Luo Bugui originally thought that he would be ecstatic after knowing the Haoran Sect was destroyed, but when it really came to this time, he didn't feel much joy in his heart.

"Then this mask, should we also buy one?" Lingyuan asked.

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"Have hated the place for so long, and hated the people for so long, why don't you go and see what happens to them?"

Jun Luo understood Luo Bugui's implication, the pills on this booth were not for ordinary people at all.

And the masks worn by the people here can not only cover their faces, but also cover them together with their aura.

It's a pity that after arriving here, it has become an existence that no one cares about.

On the streets of the ghost market, there are more stall owners and more customers. Some monks who plan to buy valuables wear masks, but more people don't wear masks.

Cultivators also need to cultivate their minds. If they don’t leave the sect, they may spend their whole life and it will be difficult to improve their mental state. Therefore, it is unrealistic not to leave the sect for a lifetime.

Luo Bugui nodded and said: "Of course, most of the people here are selling rare and rare treasures from the south, and they are all people of some value. That's right, it is absolutely chasing and killing from all over the world.

Luo Bugui shook his head with a wry smile, "No, it's over here, let him go away for all the past, and I can use your hands to avenge my sister."

It is really difficult for ordinary people to find their traces.

After walking for a short distance, the light suddenly appeared, as if they had traveled through a space-time tunnel, bringing them to another world.

The other party didn't want to talk to their group of 'ordinary people', and there was no need to waste money at this booth, so the group left soon.

In the blink of an eye, it was night, and it was time for Luo Bugui to return to his travel promise.

He seemed a little surprised by Baili's sudden turning around, but after a few glances, he withdrew his gaze and half-paralyzed on the first floor of the wall.

"Eighth-rank Bihui Dan, ninth-rank Baohua Yulu Pill, ninth-rank Ronghualu...alchemist?" The stall owner only glanced at Jun Luo lightly and then looked away, obviously not intending to talk to Jun Luo.

Of course, the people on the streets are not at the same level.

The stall owners were yelling, customers were lingering, and bargaining. Some people not only covered up their appearance, but also changed their voices with special magic tools, making this bustling and lively ghost market even more strange.

Those high-level instruments that were hard to see can be seen everywhere, and there are countless high-level talisman arrays and pills. It is really inconvenient to step here if you don't have any financial resources.

Because of the large number of tourists, there are occasional petty thefts.

Jun Luo once saw a short man who passed by a street stall and walked away with a magic weapon placed outside by the stall owner.