I, Panda, am super fierce!

Yang Qingze dared not refuse.

Shichahai is an island shrouded in mist all year round, and it is difficult for monks who have just come in to get directions.

But with Yang Qingze around, all this is not a problem.

For his own sake, Yang Qingze didn't dare to play any tricks, even though he could talk and walk now, the sense of danger that had been lingering in his heart told him that the people behind him still had murderous intentions towards him.

Although Shichahai is full of dangers, it doesn't mean that there is no safe place. Not far from them, there is a small market.

There is also a guard handle at the gate of Fangshi, and you need to pay a spirit stone to enter.

Yang Qingze didn't dare to ask the people behind him to pay, so he took out two spirit stones from the storage bag and handed them over.

The guards took the spirit stones, sized them up, and let them go.

"Fighting is prohibited in Fangshi, and it is a rare safe place in Shichahai." Yang Qingze walked inside, while introducing: "Passing through Fangshi, the distance will be closer."

Si Heng was noncommittal, took out a top-grade spirit stone, put it in Yi Zhou's arms, and asked him to hold it to absorb the spirit energy.

It didn't take long for Yi Zhou to enter here, and he became listless. There was too little spiritual energy here, which made him feel like a fish out of water, and it became difficult to breathe.

If it's just these things, it can be tolerated. To make matters worse, in this place where spiritual energy is lacking, there is a thick and stale smell of blood everywhere. This smell has reached its peak in the city, and one breath can make people faint.

Yi Zhou held his breath, turned his head and buried it on Si Heng's chest, holding the spirit stone in his front palms, drawing abundant spiritual energy from it.

These auras made him feel a little better, Yi Zhou hiccuped without opening his mouth, held back two tears, and wiped them on the clothes in front of him.

Si Heng put a few more spirit stones in his arms, and then set up a formation around him: "You practice first, and we will be there when you wake up."

Yi Zhou hummed, raised his back palms, hugged the pile of spirit stones with his front palms, knocked his head on Si Heng's chest, and began to practice the exercises.

The area of ​​the square market is not large, there is only one street, and after walking for a while, Si Heng saw various vendors in his field of vision.

The items bought at those stalls were very simple, only a few or two sold pills or magic weapons, and most of the stalls were bloody, with irregular pieces of meat.

Si Heng took two steps and stopped in front of a booth.

"The corpses of the early stage of Jindan, 100 yuan spirit stones each, do you want? Guaranteed to be fresh." Seeing someone stop, the stall owner raised his eyes and sold them.

He looks a bit like Yang Qingze, with gray skin and protruding cheekbones.

This is probably the sequelae of staying here, Si Heng guessed in his heart, turned his head and continued to walk forward.

Along the way, there are quite a few stalls similar to the previous one. Seeing people stop, those people will take the initiative to sell.

After walking this street, Si Heng also figured out the price of the "commodity" here - the early stage of the golden elixir requires 1000 low-grade spiritual stones, the middle stage requires [-] low-grade spiritual stones, and the later stage requires [-] and [-] low-grade spiritual stones. Below the period, the basic mountain is regarded as a gift.

How ridiculous.

After Yang Qingze entered Fangshi, his spirit was extremely tense. He didn't know how Si Heng would react when he saw these things. Would he be furious and hacked in the street, or would he pretend nothing happened?

Selfishly, Yang Qingze hopes that it is the former. The owner of this square city is the only god-transforming power in Shishahai. If he offends him, the person behind him will definitely not survive tonight.

At that time, if he is more alert, he will be able to escape in chaos.

He made a good plan, but Si Heng didn't take the move. Seeing that the market was about to go to the other side, Yang Qingze was anxious when he suddenly heard a question from behind.

"I don't see Nascent Soul cultivators here, how much are they worth?"

Yang Qingze froze when he heard this, and felt that Si Heng had pointed something out. Could it be that he wanted to kill himself and sell him?

Impossible, impossible!

Yang Qingze's heart was beating wildly, and he lowered his head and said vaguely, "Cultivators can only eat meat of a lower grade than themselves. If it is higher, they will easily explode and die if they eat it lightly."

He only talked about the dangers of taking the corpses of high-level monks at low levels, and skipped the rest, and Si Heng had no intention of continuing to ask.

Yang Qingze escaped a catastrophe, and didn't dare to think about those messy things anymore, so he quickened his pace and led people out.

The moment the two walked out of the market, a sword intent condensed into the shape of a dragon from the air, and the blue dragon flew into the market from above, and the dragon scales flew out, piercing between the eyebrows of the monks.

But within a short time, there was not a single living person in the originally bustling market.

The scales flew from different places and returned to their original positions. Canglong opened his eyes, and there seemed to be a flash of light in his eyes. He turned his head and looked for a direction to fly over.

This is a small building, which is different from other extremely simple buildings. Although this building is not too big, it has all internal organs. In the garden of the building, there are even a few rare elixir plants.

As soon as Canglong approached, he alarmed the owner of the small building.

An old man with white beard and hair swept out of the building, stepped on the void, and the coercion of a high-ranking monk was fully released: "Who?!"

Usually, those who don't have long-sighted people are overwhelmed by this momentum, and half of their lives have already been removed.

But today's opponent was different, looking at the sharp-edged blue dragon in the air, the old man felt a sense of fear.

He shouted again: "He Fangxiao, a junior, doesn't dare to show his face?"

Before the words were finished, Canglong swooped forward with an indomitable momentum. The old man was already prepared and sent a palm in front of him.

His palm is very special, it looks like dead wood, with ravines and ravines in the palm, and some bruises in the ravines.

With every move he made, the original normal palm began to grow bigger, and it didn't stop until it became half his height, and slammed it at Canglong.

This is his famous skill, and he believes that no one can match it.

But this time there was an accident, the moment the palm touched Canglong, he was repelled by a strong force, the spell failed, and the palm became normal size, and the matter was twisted and hanging on the ground, apparently broken.

Seeing that he was not Canglong's opponent, the owner of the small building stopped pestering him. He threw out the magic weapon to explode himself, and at the same time, he was about to flee.

Canglong sensed his intention, flicked the dragon's tail, and sent him flying back.

The power of the blue dragon transformed from pure sword intent is naturally extraordinary, just this one, the old man's vitality was severely injured, and he lay on the ground and vomited blood continuously.

And Canglong obviously didn't intend to let him go. Before he could do anything else, the giant dragon in the sky swooped down again, with its mouth wide open, it easily crushed the man's head on the ground, and slapped the man away with another slap. The primordial spirit that people want to escape.

After confirming that there was no living person here, Canglong returned the same way, walked outside Fangshi, opened his mouth again, and spewed out a stream of flames from his mouth.

The flames fell below, and within a few breaths, the entire city was turned into a sea of ​​flames.

Yang Qingze led the way cautiously, and suddenly felt that the killing intent from behind had eased a bit. He resisted the desire to turn around and investigate, thinking that if this continues, when he brings people to the entrance of the Western Continent, will the people behind him be spare his life.

After getting rid of that place, the fury in Si Heng's heart eased a little. He looked down at Xiaotuanzi who was meditating in his arms, with a smile on his lips.

In order to survive, Yang Qingze did not intentionally delay time, and took Si Heng to take various safe shortcuts. By the evening of the third day, the two had already arrived at the junction of the Western Continent and Shichahai.

Unlike the city wall of the righteous way, there is only a translucent barrier between the evil way and here.

Yang Qingze turned sideways and said to Si Heng: "As long as you input enough magic energy into it, you can pass through here. Senior, you are practicing the righteous way. You can ask the magic cultivator here to open the barrier for you, as long as you give me money." Enough is enough."

Afraid that Si Heng would be suspicious, he added: "The demon cultivators here are all expelled. They are not high enough to compete with others, so they often do this kind of business for others to make a living."

"I see." Si Heng nodded slightly at him: "You have worked hard on this journey."

"No hard work, no hard work, for senior..." Yang Qingze was halfway through his heartfelt confession, but he couldn't speak anymore. Two sword qi pierced through his eyebrows, and the other pierced his dantian to destroy Yuanying.

When he fell to the ground, Yang Qingze still had a flattering smile on his face, and this smile froze on his face, becoming the biggest irony to him.

Si Heng didn't take a second look at the fallen man, he thought about Yang Qingze's proposal against the barrier in front of him.

Ask Mo Dao to open the enchantment on his behalf, so that's all right?

I'm afraid not.

If it was really that simple, how could all the spies who sneaked in before have no news.

……

At the junction of Shichahai and the Western Continent, there lived a group of outcast monks.

This group of monks has a low level of cultivation, and they all survive in groups. They only occasionally go to the not-too-distant Fangshi to exchange for some corpses below Jindan for cultivation.

But even if these people's cultivation base is low, no one in Shichahai would dare to find fault with them.

A long time ago, some monks ignored them and slaughtered all of them relying on their cultivation.

But on the second day, another group of people appeared outside the barrier. They were still low-level and still doing nothing.

At that time, someone passed by curiously and happened to see the scene of their cultivation.

Surrounded by them, a person was tortured by various methods, and died in the cruel torture. His soul was extracted and practiced into a magic weapon, so that he would never be reborn forever.

The face of the corpse was not damaged. When he fell, the passerby could see his appearance clearly—it was the monk who killed the previous wave of people by relying on his cultivation.

After this incident got out, no one dared to think of this group of people again.

The people in Shichahai didn't say anything, but they knew in their hearts that this group of people probably came to guard the gate from the Demonic Dao.

As for who the guardian is, it is also obvious.

As a veteran who has lived here for hundreds of years, Yang Qingze is naturally aware of these things. From the moment Si Heng asked him about the entrance to the Western Continent, he could vaguely guess that the other party should be a spy sent by a decent family.

So he led the way as promised, and "kindly" told Si Heng how to get in.

For nothing more than to kill someone with a borrowed knife.