A month later, somewhere in the northwestern Zhongtian Continent, a stretch of mountains hidden in gray haze, there was a group of buildings covered in darkness and gloom, covering an area of tens of acres, including high towers, attics, and palaces. An ellipsoid-shaped faint mana barrier enveloped all the buildings inside.
The gray and black yin air wafted gently over the building, isolating everything here from the outside world.
Within the mana barrier, people in gray costumes can be seen flying around from time to time, which is quite lively.
In a secret room at the top of a black tower with more than ten stories, an old man with a dove-faced face in a purple brocade is sitting cross-legged.
This person's face was as thin as a ghost, with two eye sockets deeply sunken in, looking as thin as a skeleton.
The old man with Dove Face was meditating, holding a piece of black spar in each hand in his arms, and from time to time a faint grey air flew out of the spar and was sucked into his mouth by the old man.
There was a sudden fluctuation in the void in the secret room, and a figure appeared out of thin air, standing two steps away in front of the old man with a dove-faced face.
"You are the old black man of the Jackdaw school?" A faint black air was enveloped in the figure, and he couldn't see his face, but he seemed to be a young man.
The old man with the dove-faced face was horrified, and was about to move. With a sharp sound, a cold and sharp object pressed against his forehead, and a slight tingling sensation came.
The old man with the dove-faced body suddenly stiffened, and he had no doubt that if he moved again, his head would be pierced immediately.
His secret room is completely enclosed, and the entire tower is also equipped with countless array restrictions, but the person in front of him can sneak in quietly, which has already explained the problem.
"Could it be a monk in the real pill realm?"
The old man with dove-faced dared not release the cultivation base of divine consciousness sensing the black figure, the thoughts in his heart turned sharply and secretly guessed, and he had to answer honestly:
"Yes, the junior is Wushen, dare to ask seniors what orders?"
"Let me ask you again. Five years ago, in the Tongyang Mountains in the southeast of the mainland, you had contact with a middle-aged monk in white clothes with scars on his face?" The black figure said faintly, although the tone was gentle, but faint. There was a suffocating air.
The old man with a face suddenly felt cold, and tried his best to retrieve the ups and downs from his mind, and finally recalled the long journey a few years ago, and said anxiously:
"The predecessors are right. The juniors had just advanced to the late stage of the crystallizing stage. They went to the Tongyang Mountains to search for medicine. They once joined a hunting group, and there is indeed such a person in the hunting group."
"Very well, how much do you know about this person?" The black figure's voice raised a few points.
"The man named himself Fan. He was a casual practitioner in the real pill realm and was also one of the leaders of the hunting group. He was very good at both his exercises and spiritual weapons. However, he was withdrawn and rarely communicated with others. The juniors only stayed in the hunting group for half a year, and then because they found the medicine they needed, they left the hunting group with excuses, and did not stay in the Tongyang Mountains afterwards, so they knew nothing more about it."
The old man with Dovemian didn't know what the black figure wanted to know, but he also knew that now he could only survive with his full cooperation, so he searched his stomach, desperately recalling that ordinary memory for him.
"Other than that, are there no more? Think about it, don't let go of any details." The black figure commanded in an unquestionable tone.
"By the way, senior, I remember... that person should be an alchemy master, and his alchemy techniques are quite clever." The old man with a face suddenly remembered something, and said in a loud voice.
"Go on." The black air around the black figure rolled slightly.
"During that hunt, the hunting group once chased a golden-eyed poisonous ape and chased it to the mouth of a valley filled with poisonous miasma. The monk surnamed Fan collected a few spiritual materials from the hunting group and refined them at will. I took a few Poison Pills and let us wear them to shield the poisonous miasma in the valley.” said the old man with Dovemian.
"Oh? Is that poisonous pill still on your body?" The voice of the black figure sounded a little excited.
"No, after killing the Golden Eyed Poisonous Ape, the man took the Poison Pill back again." The old man with a face hurriedly said.
The black figure was silent for a while, and after a while, he said lightly:
"Give me the list of the personnel in that hunting group, as well as the locations where you fought in the Tongyang Mountains, and mark them out on the map in detail."
"Yes, senior." Hearing this, the old man with a face was stunned, but he quickly agreed with joy in his heart, and took out a burnt yellow map. After thinking about it for a while, he marked a few on it. place.
After that, he took out a blank jade slip, pasted it on his forehead, pinched the tactics with one hand to release his mental power, and carefully copied the map into it, very obedient.
After a quarter of an hour, the black figure flew out of the jackdaw school tower without a sound, and fell on a cliff not far away.
The black air on the figure slowly dissipated, revealing Liu Ming's figure, but at this moment, his brows were frowned and his expression was quite depressed.
Over the past month, according to the information recorded on the jade slip, he has tracked down the whereabouts of the Thousand Illusory Humans and Demons, but the gains have been minimal.
The person seemed to be extremely cautious, and every time he stayed, or touched people, he would wipe out all traces cleanly.
After Liu Ming finally inquired this time, he found the old man Dovemian who had had direct contact with him, but he did not expect that he still hadn't been able to track him accurately.
"However, it is a small gain to know that Qianhuaren Demon is good at alchemy. If you can get the pill made by this person, it will be even better." Liu Ming sighed and muttered to himself .
Netherworld Soul-seeking can rely on some sporadic auras to perceive the body's approximate location within a certain range, even if the mana remaining in the refined pill is enough to cast it.
He was able to kill several evil repairs in a row in just two years, and he also relied on this magical tracking secret technique.
After a period of uncertainty on Liu Ming's face, he flipped over with one hand, a white light flashed in his palm, and the jade given by the old man with the dove-faced face appeared in his hand.
Speaking of which, the old man with a face is quite acquainted. Not only did he list the personnel of the hunting group five years ago, but he also knew the general identities and origins of these people.
However, most of the personnel were vague in their names, and they could only be called by the surname.
For hunting groups formed by casual cultivators, it is usually monks who gather together by accident. They form long-term or short-term organizations for the same purpose. They usually enter some dangerous areas to hunt monsters and search for relics. The task of collecting spiritual materials and grass.
Because it is very free to go and stay, the members are quite complicated, they are wary of each other, and they usually do not disclose their real names.
According to Liu Ming's judgment, most of the people in the list are people who cannot be traced, but the leader of the hunting group, in addition to the monk surnamed Fan with the alias of Thousand Huanren Demon, also ordered a real pill monk with the surname Zuo.
Regarding this person, the old man with a face is fairly detailed:
"Zuo Gongquan, in the Tongyang Mountains, the head of a small school, the main raiser of the hunting group..."
"It's good if you have a name and a surname. Since this person is the leader of the hunting group with the Thousand Fantasy Human Demon, he should know more about it than the old man with a face." After thinking about it, Liu Ming raised his sleeves and went down. Sacrificing Daiyue Yuzhou, after floating and falling on it, Feizhou turned into a red shadow and galloped towards the distance.
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The Tongyang Mountain Range is a medium-sized mountain range close to the southeast of the Zhongtian Continent. It stretches from west to east for tens of thousands of miles. The mountains are mostly copper-iron ore veins, hence the name.
In this mountain range, the heavens and the earth are full of vitality. Monsters and beasts appear frequently, and there are also a lot of spirit grasses. Many monks often come here to hunt. Among them, there are many high-ranking monks in the crystal phase and even the real pill realm. In addition, there are also some Small martial arts take root here.
There is a flat col on the east of the mountain range, and more than a hundred buildings of different heights are arranged here, forming a small square market.
It was noon at this moment, and the crowds in the square were like a river, noisy and very lively.
In the conspicuous position of the central square of Fangshi, there is a three-story magnificent wooden attic. A huge black and shiny plaque hangs on the door. The three large gold lacquer characters of "Jubaolou" are just written on it, under the direct sunlight. , Shining, exceptionally eye-catching.
The space in the attic is also quite open. Rows of counters are neatly displayed in it. The tops are filled with medicines, talisman, spirit grass, monster materials, etc. from time to time. People come in and out of the shop from time to time. .
The business is so prosperous, the shopkeeper and the guys in the shop are naturally all smiles, and they greet the business in the shop more vigorously.
After the old shopkeeper in the middle of the year had a few conversations with a client who asked questions, he involuntarily glanced at the stairs leading to the second floor.
Speaking of which, in this market, the slightly larger shops are supported by forces behind them.
Just now, the real master behind Jubaolou, Zuo Gongquan, the head of Biyanmen who rarely came to the shop, brought a middle-aged monk in a blue shirt to the second floor.
When the owner visits the store, the people below will naturally have to be more attentive and strive to leave a good impression.
At the same time, in the private room on the second floor of the attic, an old man wearing a leather robe sat on the main seat with broad shoulders and a tall stature. Even if he was sitting, he exuded a breath of majesty. .
Sitting across from him was a middle-aged man in a blue shirt with a sallow face and a sickly appearance. Only a pair of eyes were bright, giving people a feeling that should not be underestimated.
"Ye Daoyou turned out to be a cultivator of the Sky Shadow Demon Sect. Zuo Mou is really disrespectful." Zuo Gongquan looked at a black token in his hand. Three ancient words were printed on the token, and he immediately turned the token with a serious expression. It was handed back to the man in the green shirt, and he arched his hands at the same time.
Although Biyanmen is somewhat famous in the Tongyang Mountain Range, it is at best a third-rate sect, which is incomparable with the Ten Thousand Years sect like the Sky Shadow Demon Sect.
In the eyes of the old man, the man in the blue shirt on the opposite side has a chaotic and hazy aura. With his mid-level true pill, he can't actually see how the other party is really cultivated. Naturally, he looks more at the other party in his heart.