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"The one just now is one of the organizers of the dark market."

After bidding farewell to the nun, Weng Cheng said as he walked, "I know a lot of news, and I am usually responsible for maintaining order."

Fang Shiyi recalled it in his mind for a while, and smiled slightly: "Look at that senior's tiger's mouth to the palm, with a thick layer of calluses. Although almost all swords are practiced in the world today, there are too many magic weapons of all kinds, let alone a female cultivator. If you guessed right, it should be an elder from Yijiange."

"That's right." Weng Cheng nodded, "She told me that I can find a rogue cultivator. That rogue cultivator has been active in the northern border for hundreds of years. It is extremely mysterious. He has always lived in the northern border and crossed the sea to the northern continent. This area is more familiar than her. It was difficult to see him at first, but he has come to the dark market every few times recently, and seems to be looking for something."

After a while, a sloppily built platform appeared in front of it, with a group of people under it. Fang picked up and observed for a while before realizing that this was a crude auction.

Weng Cheng looked left and right, followed the guidance of the female swordsman, and found the person she mentioned.

It is indeed easy to recognize, all the monks in this dark market are masked and low-key, in order to keep secret, and also to avoid conflicts with their enemies, except for that man, who is wearing a navy blue robe, and his white hair is ostentatious and eye-catching , waiting impatiently behind the crowd with folded arms.

Weng Cheng was about to go up and call someone to ask for news, Fang Shiyi held her down, and blinked his left eye at her: "I'll go."

Weng Cheng hesitated for a while, and chose to trust his nephew who seemed unreliable: "Okay."

Fang Shiyi walked into the crowd, approached him calmly, slowly rubbed against him, quietly rolled up his sleeves, and listened to the auction above.

The auction items include magic weapons and elixir, but only once did a book of formations come out.

The white-haired monk's eyes lit up a little, and when he heard that the formation book was written by the current formation master, he curled his lips again, a little lost in interest, his lips moved, and muttered in a low voice: "The current formation master is a fart, There is not even an ancient book in this place..."

Fang Shiyi and Weng Cheng came too late, and the auction was drawing to a close. Seeing that there was nothing he wanted, the white-haired monk shook his head and turned to leave.

"This fellow Taoist," Fang Shiyi said, "I heard you talking to yourself just now, are you looking for an ancient book of formation?"

"Who are you?" The white-haired monk narrowed his eyes and looked at him. Although his face was handsome, there was something sinister about him, and he didn't look right.

Fang Shiyi shrugged his shoulders: "People who come here don't really want to reveal their identities. You don't need to know who I am. But I happen to have a book of ancient formations in my hand. If you are interested, I can give it to you. .”

Hearing the second half of the sentence, the white-haired monk paused, and his eyes became more suspicious and vigilant: "There is nothing to show courteousness to, either adultery or robbery. Why, what do you want from me?"

Fang Shiyi's lips moved, and his voice gathered into a line: "I heard that your Excellency knows the place where the great monster that was besieged and suppressed a hundred years ago fell."

"It turned out to be for this."

The smile on the corner of the white-haired monk's mouth was a bit inexplicable, "Yes, I know."

Fang Shiyi was overjoyed, tried to suppress his joy, and pretended to be indifferent: "Do you think that a book of ancient formations can match the detailed information about the fall of this great monster?"

The ancient books from thousands of years ago that can be found today are either in the book collection pavilions of the various sects or families scattered in various parts of Central Continent. The value of an ancient book of formation is self-evident. Array is an example.

"Naturally." The white-haired monk searched for a long time, feeling agitated in his heart, "But how do I know if you have the ancient formation book?"

"Speak over there."

The white-haired monk hesitated for a moment, nodded readily, followed Fang Shiyi to an empty corner, and set up a barrier.

In the treasury left by the Fang family, let alone a book of ancient formations, there are hundreds of them. Ben is good.

Seeing him frowning slightly, the white-haired monk was suspicious: "You are not fooling me, let me tell you first, I have searched for several ancient books before, and I know the authenticity, so don't try to lie to me with a fake book. Junior, you bear it." Sorry."

Fang Shiyi smiled without saying a word, picked out the ones that were relatively easy to understand, and handed them to the white-haired monk.

The paper thousands of years ago is different from what we see today. People who know the goods can tell the real from the fake by touching the paper. The white-haired monks are breathing a bit heavier, and they carefully open it, their eyes are full of obsession and amazement. In the end - there was only half of the book, and the remaining half was torn away by Fang Shiyi.

"This is a deposit. When you find the place where the great demon fell, the remaining half will be handed over to Your Excellency." Fang Shiyi said, "I have shown my sincerity, and I hope Your Excellency will not let me down."

The white-haired monk felt distressed on his face, touched the torn mark, stared fiercely at Fang Shiyi, and scolded: "You brat with hands and feet! You can tear up such a precious ancient book! This ancient book is so well preserved , was ruined by such an ignorant person like you, alas, my heart hurts to death..."

Fang Suyi: "..."

It seems that I really like it.

The white-haired monk finished regretting, put away the half of the book, and looked straight: "The corpse of the great demon is immortal. In the past hundred years, countless people have wanted to find the place where the great demon fell, and get the bones of the blood of the great demon. But the great demon The bones were neither in a certain deep mountain forest, nor sank into the North Sea, nor did they turn into a certain mountain in the northern border like those folk songs wrote. The human race hates it to death."

An indistinct smile flashed across his eyes as he spoke, and he slowly said: "Before he died, he hid his child, and before he fell to the ground, he broke through the void and hid his body in another void , Only at sunset, when the setting sun in the north shines on that place, can you see something unusual. It's not far from here, just go west for more than two hundred miles."

It turned out to be the case.

No wonder it has been so long, countless monks have dug almost three feet into the ground, searched every inch of the ground, but have not found the remains of the big monster.

At the end of his life, he desperately sealed his own child, escaped from the siege, and still had the strength to tear apart the space—the power of the big monster made Fang Shiyi a little scared.

There may still be two big monsters in the world. If the fight between the human race and the monster race surprised those two, now that the world of cultivating immortals is withered, who will stop them?

A son of a big demon can catch people off guard, let alone a more powerful demon king.

"I can take you there, but before you go in, you'd better leave a suicide note."

"Huh?" Fang Shiyi raised his eyes in doubt.

"Because you are not the first one to find out information and ask me about it, nor the first one to want to go in." The mocking smile on the corner of the white-haired monk's mouth became more obvious, "So many people are jealous of the remains of the great monster, It's a pity that I didn't come out after I went in. Tsk tsk tsk, this is a good thing, you have to take it with your life, don't you think?"

Fang Shiyi thought it's no wonder you didn't go in, and he didn't feel annoyed by his bright "you are going to die" eyes, so he nodded casually: "Then let's go now."

Weng Cheng has been paying attention to this side, seeing the two of them coming out, he hurried over: "Did you ask?"

"Ah."

The white-haired monk glanced at them, not surprised that Fang Shiyi had a companion.

Weng Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, relaxed his tense spirit, and nodded kindly to the white-haired monk.The three left the dark market together.The exit is still between the three cold trees and several boulders, it is no different from the entry.

The only difference is that there is a person in white clothes standing on the cold tree branch, and a big white hairy ball lying beside the treetop. Hearing the sound, he turns his head and reveals a familiar handsome face.

Fang Shiyi and Weng Cheng froze at the same time.

"...Why are you here?" Fang Shiyi held back his anger for a while, and asked with a dark face.

Holding the sword in his arms, Meng Mingchao said lightly, "Because I have a premonition that senior brother will abandon me again."

Fang Suyi: "..."

The white-haired friar looked at this and then that, happily watching the excitement.

"Even if senior brother is not willing, I will follow you," Meng Mingchao looked down at him, stubbornly said, "You can't get rid of me."

The white-haired monk shook his head: "Oh, young man..."

Weng Cheng coughed twice.

Seeing that Weng Cheng's eyes had something deep in them, Fang Shiyi's face was on fire—how decent is it for the uncle who watched him grow up to see the younger brother he raised as a teaser for him!

He sighed helplessly: "Didn't I just prepare to send you a message to let you come here, and I didn't intend to leave you behind. Fellow Daoist, please lead the way."

Hearing Fang Shiyi said that he didn't mean to abandon himself, Meng Mingchao's expression became better, he picked up Eggy, and flew west with Fang Shiyi.

The sky is cloudy, and it seems that there will be a heavy rain at any time.

Fang Shiyi glanced at the condensed city in the distance. At this time, Xiao Minghe should be patrolling, and Qi Chu is leading people to arrange a large teleportation formation.

So many people are trapped in dire straits, anxious as if there is no way out.

When the antidote is refined, the front line will be loosened.

Fang Shiyi firmly believed that Wen Xiu would be able to bring order out of the chaos and put an end to all these sufferings.

When they arrived at the place that the white-haired monk said, a bolt of lightning happened to strike, and amidst the rumbling thunder, heavy rain poured down.The white-haired monk led the three of them for a walk around the beach, and vaguely recognized the place: "This is it. I need a fairy sword to split the space. Are you skilled enough?"

Fang Shiyi nodded and hesitated for a moment: "It's better for the uncle to stay outside and take care of it. I will go in with my junior brother." Since Weng Cheng didn't hear the conversation between him and the white-haired monk, he said without changing his face, " It's not dangerous inside, we'll come out when we get something."

Weng Cheng: "Where are you coaxing ghosts?"

The white-haired monk saw what Fang Suyi meant, and slowly cooperated with him: "This fellow Taoist had better stay outside, otherwise those who go in may not be able to find a way out."

Weng Cheng frowned, wanting Fang Shiyi to stay outside, but knowing Fang Shiyi's temper, that was impossible.

She was not at ease letting Meng Mingchao stay outside.

After struggling for a few times, Fang Shiyi patted her on the shoulder amusedly: "Don't worry, the matter is of great importance, and my nephew will never disappoint you, huh?"

As he spoke, he handed the remaining half of the book to the white-haired monk, and threw Eggy and the bird hidden in his sleeve to Weng Cheng, who was stared at by Mingming several times.

Meeting Fang Shiyi's smiling eyes, Weng Cheng hesitated for a moment, annoyed: "I'm worried about your safety! If anything happens, don't be brave, come out quickly."

Fang Shiyi nodded, pulled out Wangshu, and slashed at the place the white-haired monk said.

There was a crisp "crash", and Fang Shiyi heard something broken.There was no wind or rain in the area split by the sword, as if sucked into another world.

He exhaled lightly, looked at Meng Mingchao, hesitated for a moment, and took his hand.

It's cold and cold, and it hasn't been warmed up for many years.

Meng Ming froze, held it back with greater strength, raised his foot and walked in with Fang Shiyi.