Chapter 990: The Great Thousand Pearls
As soon as the two of them walked out of the inn, several ferocious ghosts appeared, opening their huge mouths and biting them. Qin Nan's body shook, and his aura burst out, crushing the ghosts into pieces.
"I didn't find the auras of Wu Lun Dharma King and White-haired Brewmaster..."
Qin Nan glanced at it.
"Qin Nan, catch a hundred of these underworld brats!" Sima Kong shouted to Qin Nan.
Qin Nan turned his head and looked around, only to see a black-green little ghost among the ghosts, exuding a strong aura of underworld, flying towards him with a weird laugh.
This kid's cultivation level is at the second level of Martial Ancestor.
Qin Nan nodded, and immediately sprang out, grabbing the kid with a big hand, and then he swayed like a thunder and lightning on the street. Wherever he passed, all the ghosts in Huangquan were suppressed.
Many monks were stunned.
"My dear, his cultivation has increased dramatically again!"
Sima Kong smashed his mouth.
Although many monks in the audience were vying for the underworld imps, Qin Nan and Sima Kong were both of good cultivation, and within a short time, they managed to grab a hundred imps.
"What to do next?" Qin Nan asked curiously.
"Look at me." Thunder fire emerged from the palm of Sima Kong's hand, burning hundreds of imps instantly, and a wisp of black energy slowly floated out from inside.
"Seize the black energy!"
Sima Kong shouted, and Qin Nan immediately took action.
The moment the two of them grasped the black energy, a strange scene happened. A strange force enveloped them both, and their figures disappeared directly from the street.
"Is this an illusion?" Qin Nan stepped to the ground and glanced around.
This is an ancient street, floating in the pitch-black void. There are dimly lit shops on both sides of the street. The doors on each shop are tightly closed. There are hundreds in total.
From time to time, monks who have just entered appear on the street. Their bodies are covered with a layer of black energy, as if they are wearing black robes. Even Qin Nan's left eye can only see their general cultivation level, but cannot see through their faces. and breath.
"It's been a while, Qin Nan, let's go." Sima Kong led Qin Nan towards the front of the ancient street. He stopped at the end and looked at a Huangquan shop.
Sima Kong took a deep breath, his face became serious, and he stretched out his hand and knocked on the wooden door of the shop.
Boom!
At this moment, a terrifying bloody light burst out from the door. Sima Kong was already prepared, shouted loudly, opened an ancient umbrella, and blocked the bloody light.
Qin Nan raised his eyebrows. Although this blood light had no offensive power, it could make the monks at the eighth level of the Martial Ancestor fall into an illusion.
A hoarse voice sounded from the small shop: "There is a man standing in the middle of the road. The sun is rising in the west and a strong wind is blowing in the east. May I ask him whether he wants to go to the east, west, or... North and South?”
Qin Nan frowned, what's the problem
"He didn't go anywhere, he committed suicide." Sima Kong said calmly with the corners of his mouth curled up.
There was no hoarse voice, only a creak was heard, and the wooden door slowly opened.
"Why did you commit suicide?" Qin Nan said in a rather speechless voice.
"You don't understand this. One of the people who committed suicide was a Martial Emperor three thousand years ago. He heard that his lover died. He stood in the middle of the road holding his lover's body, not knowing what to do. Then the Martial Emperor , chose to commit suicide." Sima Kong lowered his voice and said: "Not even ordinary true disciples know this secret."
Qin Nan nodded.
The cultivation level is tested first, and the allusions are discussed later, all to determine the person's identity and whether their level is sufficient.
The wooden door was completely opened, and Qin Nan and Sima Kong entered it at the same time.
There is a large white jade table placed in the courtyard. There are eight seats at the table. Six of them are now occupied, and there are still two people missing.
"Strong Emperor Martial!"
Qin Nan was shocked.
When he scanned with his left eye just now, he discovered that the first person was a Martial Emperor. Not only that, the other five people, except for the two eighth-level Martial Ancestors, were all at the half-emperor level!
"Damn, Emperor Wu organized the game, Qin Nan and we are very lucky!" Sima Kong said with excitement in his voice.
When the two of them observed the six people, the six people also looked at the two of them.
At this glance, the atmosphere in the entire courtyard became solemn.
The man in black robes on the seat to the right of the main seat sneered and said in a hoarse voice: "Two little guys around Martial Ancestor Five or Six Insects actually sneaked in? Tell me your identities. Your identities are not qualified. Get out of here." go out."
This person is Dharma King Wu Lun.
Several of the things he was interested in at the auction were taken away, which made him feel quite unhappy today, so he just took action.
The other five people didn't say anything, as if they didn't want to waste their time.
Qin Nan's expression remained unchanged as he took out the Mingzheng Five Dragon Token.
"Mingzheng Five Dragon Order?"
The pupils of the black-robed man present shrank slightly.
They knew what the Ming Zheng Five Dragon Order meant.
The two guys in front of them possess this order, and their status is obviously at least at the level of the emperor's son.
"I wonder who your father is? Maybe I know him." At this time, the man in black robes sitting in the third seat spoke. He and the other person were only at the eighth level of the Martial Ancestor.
Their true identities are Huo Wulong and another emperor's son.
When they saw the Mingzheng Five Dragon Order, the two of them thought of the scene at the auction!
The so-called strong Martial Emperor, could it be these two guys
"I remember, did you buy something today?" King Wu Lun said coldly.
"Haha, I bet that those two little friends sitting on the seventh floor today are the two of you." Another voice laughed. His true identity is the white-haired Jiuxian!
Qin Nan and Sima Kong's expressions did not change.
When they showed the Mingzheng Five Dragon Order, they knew that their identities would be guessed, but so what
No one knows their true identities anyway.
"Stop talking nonsense, you two sit down and prepare to exchange the treasures." The mysterious Martial Emperor in the first place spoke calmly.
Everyone fell silent immediately and stopped talking.
However, King Wu Lun, White-haired Jiuxian, Huo Wulong and another disciple all stared at Qin Nan and Sima Kong.
Huo Wulong, in particular, was in an extremely unhappy mood.
He was now certain that it was these two guys at the auction today. He didn't expect that the mighty Huo Wulong would be shocked by two guys around the sixth level of Martial Ancestor.
In terms of status, these two people are at best the emperor's sons, but Huo Wulong is also the emperor's son!
"I brought it, Daqianzhu."
Emperor Wu was the first to take action, taking out a bead and placing it on the table. The bead emitted a soft white light, and the light and shadow inside seemed to be filled with countless illusions.
King Wu Lun and others suddenly took a breath of air. Emperor Wu was Emperor Wu, and his actions were extraordinary.
(End of chapter)