Chapter 47: Layout of the Mingwang Jue, magic weapon fragments!
As soon as the Blood Spirit Fruit entered the mouth, it instantly turned into a surging blood mist that wrapped around the body.

Feeling his body constantly changing, Mo Jiao couldn't help but move his spiritual consciousness into the body of Madam Zhu in front of him.

With a wave of his sleeves, a magic compass appeared in his hand.

Spiritual power was poured into the compass, which instantly emitted a dazzling white light.

In an instant, a spirit gathering formation was set up around the Ink Dragon, which could absorb the spiritual power in the entire island and help the Ink Dragon's bloodline transform rapidly.

The last bloodline evolution took a full ten years.

I don't think it will take that long this time.

After all, the black dragon is already a level six monster at this time, and has eaten the blood spirit fruit cultivated with this blood-line dragon.

Mo Jiao speculated that this bloodline evolution was far less than the last time.

After Madam Zhu set up the formation, she turned and left the valley.

"Zi Ling, is there any trace of the Ming Wang Jue that the master asked you to find?"

Madam Zhu looked at Zi Ling and asked.

The Ming Wang Jue is a physical training method that is the basis of the Brahma True Demon Art. In the future, Han Li will be able to cross the border and kill the enemies.

This technique has made great contributions.

Zi Ling shook her head slightly: "Da Jin is too far away from here. I sent ten people over there, but there is still no news!"

Madam Zhu nodded and said, "Send some more people over there. If they can bring back the Ming Wang Jue, they will be rewarded with Foundation Establishment Pills!"

Compared with the Ming Wang Jue, the value of the Foundation Establishment Pill is just average.

However, the chances of these people finding the Ming Wang Jue are very slim. Yin Mo did this more to find out the news about the Ming Wang Jue.

"Yes! Madam Zhu!"

Zi Ling bowed to Madam Zhu, then turned and left Baiyu Island.

Outside Yongcheng.

Yin Mo was riding on a turquoise top-level flying magic boat, and next to him was Chen Qiaoqian, who was wearing a blue dress.

"Brother Yin, don't tickle me!"

"No, don't you see that I am holding your hand?"

……

Han Li sat behind the two of them, supporting his chin with one hand while watching them flirt with each other.

His eyes were full of helplessness.

Thanks to the extremely fast speed of the flying boat, Han Li stood up quickly.

Looking at the Tainan Mountain in the distance shrouded in mountain fog, his eyes were full of joy.

There is a formation in Tainan Valley, but it is only to prevent mortals from accidentally entering it. It has no effect on the spiritual consciousness of cultivators.

As we stepped into the valley, the surrounding mountain fog quickly dissipated.

Suddenly a scream came from below.

"Look, what a big bird!"

Suddenly, a male cultivator in the foggy valley suddenly cried out.

Yin Mo and others looked up and saw a pitch-black shadow appear behind them.

Then I saw a strange two-headed bird the size of a calf, flapping its wings.

This bird looks like an eagle but is not an eagle. It is covered with gray feathers and its wingspan is several feet wide. It has a pair of sickle-like sharp claws under its body. On its neck are two bald, ferocious bird heads with four small eyes that glow green.

"This is the Yan family's double-headed duck!"

Yin Mo glanced at Han Li and smiled faintly, "It is a spiritual bird raised by the Yan family of Gu Yu Mountain, the first immortal cultivation family in Yue Kingdom."

"The Yan family?"

"Could there be a powerful cultivator in the Foundation Establishment Stage here?"

During the time at the Lu family, Han Li also learned about the existence of the immortal cultivation family.

In his opinion, to be able to become the number one immortal cultivation family, they should have powerful cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Yin Mo smiled slightly, glanced at the man and woman on the back of the double-headed duck, and nodded slightly.

"Not only is there a Foundation Establishment cultivator, but there is also an old ancestor in the Core Formation stage."

Hearing the name of the Jindan stage ancestor, Han Li couldn't help but frown slightly and looked at the two people on the back of the two-headed duck vigilantly.

He looked at Yin Mo and whispered, "Since the Yan family sent these two people, won't there be two fewer places for the Ascension Conference?" "The Yan family has an ambiguous relationship with the Yanyue Sect, so they will only go to the Yanyue Sect to participate in the Ascension Conference!"

"Besides, with my special spiritual roots and my peak Qi training level, I don't need to participate in the ring competition!"

At the same time, the flying boat under his feet was slowly falling.

This immediately surprised a group of casual cultivators.

"Look, it's actually a flying boat magic weapon!"

"I wonder which immortal family's descendant is riding a flying boat!"

……

The fog slowly dissipated.

A dark market appeared in front of Yin Mo.

On both sides of the bluestone street are stalls of all sizes.

Behind the stalls are shops selling various spiritual items.

There were no valuable items in the Tainan Club.

Only that piece of transparent magic weapon fragment was of some use to Yin Mo.

Cover it on the small green bottle, and when you enter the sect to absorb moonlight in the future, it will not emit emerald green spiritual mist.

Attracting the attention of others.

Yin Mo led Chen Qiaoqian and Han Li directly to a huge square.

A rough scan revealed that there were nearly two thousand cultivators in the entire square.

The room is full of stalls.

"This is the intermediate-level magical weapon, the Cloud Fire Gourd. It can spit out blazing flames when activated!"

"I got these hundred-year-old iron wire snake scales by chance. They are enough to forge a high-level magic weapon!"

……

Listening to the hawking sounds, Han Li looked left and right, appearing very curious.

Yin Mo's spiritual sense surged, exploring the entire square.

Soon, a familiar voice came from a distance.

"No, I don't want this thing of yours. Exchange it with something else."

"This is the fragment of a magic weapon. This material alone is more than enough to exchange for your bowl!"

Listening to the fierce quarrel coming from afar, a hint of joy flashed in Yin Mo's eyes, and he turned and walked away.

In front of the stall stood a man in his twenties. He had dark skin, big hands and feet, and looked like a farmer, but his cultivation was not low, having reached the tenth level of Qi training.

The stall owner was wearing green clothes with leaf-shaped patterns embroidered on them. He was a descendant of the Ye family, a family of immortal cultivators called Yeling.

On the stall, there was a yellow bowl with strange patterns, which was a mid-level magical weapon.

On the other side, there is a translucent cloth object.

On the stall between the two men, there was a yellow bowl with strange patterns and a small piece of translucent cloth-like object.

Although the rag is wrinkled and uneven around the edges, it is actually a real fragment of a magic weapon.

Even Yin Mo, who now has a spiritual consciousness comparable to that of a mid-stage foundation building cultivator, cannot penetrate this transparent cloth.

"This magic weapon fragment is very magical. Any object covered by it will become invisible, and not a single bit of spiritual power will leak out!"

The black man had a cold face and shouted to the stall owner: "It should be more than enough to exchange for this mid-level magic weapon!"

The stall owner showed disdain, shook his head, stared at the stall owner, and said: "If I want to be invisible, I can just buy a talisman. What's the use of such a small piece of cloth?"

At this point, the stall owner stretched out his right hand and shouted, "No matter how much you talk, I can't use it!"

"If you want it, bring thirty low-level spirit stones!"

When the black-faced man heard this, he clenched his fists.

But he was reluctant to spend thirty low-level spirit stones.

"I want this piece of magic weapon!"

At this moment, Yin Mo slowly walked forward, shook his wrist, and placed twenty low-level spirit stones on the stall.

"Twenty pieces. If you are willing to trade, take the spirit stones!"

(End of this chapter)