"tomb?"
Hearing Chen Luo's request, Chang Song was stunned for a moment.
He had thought of many requests, but this was the first time he had heard of 'finding a grave'.
"What are you looking for a grave for?"
"Of course it's cultivation."
Chen Luo didn't think of hiding it. The most important thing was that he would have to deal with these people later. Instead of hiding it, he might as well tell them something to prevent them from making random guesses. Anyway, if he told others about picking up brains, no one would believe it.
"Could it be that your life weapon is a corpse weapon?"
There was a flash of vigilance in the old man's eyes.
The so-called corpse weapon is an evil treasure made from human bones and souls. This kind of magic weapon is cheap and can quickly improve a person's strength. The price is that the person who sacrifices the corpse weapon will go crazy. The bones and blood used for forging are mixed with the resentment of the cultivator before his death. When it grows to a certain extent, it will backfire on the cultivator.
This kind of practice is expressly prohibited by Guixu Sea.
Even in their Hundred Demons Mountain, few people dared to sacrifice and refine this kind of magic weapon. After all, this was a proven dead end.
"Of course not, my life magic weapon is a pure yang magic weapon."
Chen Luo opened his palm, and the golden lion's yang fire appeared in his palm, dispelling the doubts in the hearts of these people. During this period of time, Chen Luo and Xu Yun had inquired about a lot of things about Guixu Sea and knew the taboos here.
"That"
"There are too many questions. I'm here to discuss cooperation."
Chen Luo interrupted the other party's nonsense and spoke directly.
"I see."
The old man nodded, took out a round magic weapon from his arms, and began to contact several leaders of Baiyao Mountain.
Naturally, they came here for a purpose.
He spread rumors outside just to build momentum. This was also a task given to him by several leaders of Bai Yao Mountain, which involved the secrets of their Bai Yao Mountain.
“We can cooperate.”
After a moment, the old man put away the magic weapon.
"I don't know the name of the deputy mountain master yet."
"Blood of hatred."
Chen Luo borrowed the name of the Blood Demon. When going out, he would always keep a hand in everything. This was a habit that Chen Luo had developed over the years. Although Guixu Sea was an area dominated by artifacts, nothing was absolute. If he met a true immortal who specialized in the art of cursing, he might be defeated here.
"We will help the mountain master find out about the tomb, but we also have some things that require your cooperation."
After the cooperation was reached, the old man's attitude suddenly became much better.
He sat down and introduced the people in the coffin shop to Chen Luo. Don't be fooled by the fact that they all look like purple-skinned people now. In fact, this is their means of hiding. Although Baiyao Mountain also practices the "Artifact Dao", the Artifact Dao they practice is different from that of Yunmeng. Most of the materials they use to refine their life instruments exist independently, and only a small part overlaps with Yunmeng.
This is the real reason why the Hundred Demons Mountain has not been destroyed after so many years of siege. Resource control is useless to them!
"No problem, as long as you help me find the grave."
"I wonder what kind of tomb the mountain master is looking for?"
"The tomb of the strong! The stronger the better, even a young genius who died young is fine."
The two of them carefully checked the details and ended the conversation only after making sure there were no omissions.
"When you have news about the great tomb, use this flame to contact me."
Chen Luo stretched out his right hand and deposited a golden flame unique to the golden lion on the old man's stone slab. He didn't have the Guixu clan's refining plate in his hand, so he could only use this method to communicate.
"good."
The old man nodded.
Seeing this, Chen Luo did not stay any longer and got up and left the coffin shop.
"Mountain Master, are we really going to help him find a grave?"
After Chen Luo left, the subordinate on the left couldn't help but ask. In his opinion, Chen Luo came for no apparent reason, and there were suspicious points all over his body. It would be too risky to rashly cooperate with such a person.
"Look! Why not look?"
The old man said affirmatively.
"Finding a few tombs can get a powerful person's help. Where can I find such a good deal?"
Although I don't know what special hobbies this person has, judging from the requirements he has put forward so far, there should be no conflict between the two parties. In this case, then let's cooperate well. As long as the work can be done, the process is not that important.
"But."
"No buts."
The old man interrupted his subordinate. He never regretted the decisions he made, and this was the principle he had been following for so many years.
"As long as we can seize this batch of resources from the Cloud Alliance, we can train more powerful people and get rid of the current predicament."
Seeing that the old man had made up his mind, the others stopped talking.
The lives of these people were originally saved by the old man.
After leaving the coffin shop, Chen Luo went to the Yun League again. After confirming that the leader of the Yun League was still in the Ziqi Pavilion, he completely gave up this route.
The lights in Ziqi Pavilion were bright.
"It doesn't look like a puppet from Baiyao Mountain."
On the stone platform made of pure black crystal, a half-burnt corpse was placed. An old man from the Guixu tribe with purple-black skin was carefully examining the corpse on the platform with a spirit tool disk.
This half corpse was exactly the golden lion that exploded last night. The explosion of the golden lion did not destroy all of his body. A part of it was preserved by the black cloth. The half corpse that the purple-black old man studied was the part preserved by the black cloth.
"The method used outside?"
The leader of the Yun Alliance frowned. Although their Guixu tribe lived in a remote corner, it did not mean that they did not understand the outside world.
Now the Ten Thousand Races region in the east is in chaos, and a sect is destroyed almost every day. Some time ago, the spies he had planted outside sent back news that the Blood Demon was dead. For this reason, the leader of the Cloud Alliance made a special trip and confirmed the sudden death of the Blood God Son and the Blood Slave before he confirmed the news.
Afterwards, he hurried back to Ziqi Pavilion.
The purpose is to intercept the "chance to immortality" hidden by the blood demon. The leader of the Cloud Alliance got this news from a master, whose strength is unfathomable. Even in his prime, he still felt powerless when facing that senior.
He even suspected that the man was a true immortal.
Only a true immortal could give him such great pressure.
“Not really”
The purple-black-skinned old man shook his head.
He also saw the scene of the fight between the leader of the Yun Alliance and the Golden Lion last night. The spirituality displayed by the Golden Lion at that time was something that even the Guixu tribe could not achieve, let alone those people outside.
"Then you can study it slowly. I still have some things to deal with here."
The leader of the Cloud Alliance stood up. He didn't care about the refining technology of the Golden Lion. He came here just to confirm one thing. As long as the Golden Lion was not from outside, the situation was still under control. In the Guixu Sea, he was not afraid of any enemy.
"Can you help me find this person? I'm curious about how he made this kind of puppet."
The black and purple old man stopped what he was doing and made a request to the leader of the Yun Alliance.
He had already examined the half-dead body on the stone platform. The refining technology inside was very crude. At least in the eyes of the black and purple old man, this refining technology was very crude. In terms of refining technology, the Guixu clan can be said to be unique and far stronger than the immortal cultivators outside.
This is the inherent advantage brought by the Dao of artifacts.
The old man Hei Zi was also a master in puppet refining. In the Yun League, many people would come to him when they were refining their own magical instruments. He was the inventor of the miscellaneous puppets on the market. In the judgment of the old man Hei Zi, if a puppet wanted to have complete spirituality, it had to be made with the most sophisticated refining techniques. The more sophisticated the technique, the higher the spirituality of the puppet.
But the half-charred corpse on the stage clearly did not meet this description.
How can such a crude refining method carry the spirituality of the golden lion? This question is like a dead end, making the black and purple old man more and more confused the more he studies it. What he wants to do most now is to meet this "master of refining" and personally ask questions related to "spirituality".
"You can try, but there are no guarantees."
The leader of the Yun Alliance paused for a moment, listened to the words of the purple-black old man, then walked back to his original position and took down the half-body on the stone platform.
Bang!
With a crisp sound, a piece of debris was broken off by him.
The leader of the Cloud Alliance held the fragment in his hand, rubbed it lightly with two fingers, and a piece of black dust slipped from his fingertips. At this moment, the silver bracelet on his hand suddenly lit up, and the golden lion flame that he had absorbed in the previous battle flowed back in the opposite direction.
After these flames flew out of the bracelet, they quickly transformed into a burning butterfly.
"Trace!"
The leader of the Yun Alliance tapped lightly with his index finger.
The flaming butterfly circled and quickly flapped its wings before flying toward the window.
"Huh? You're still in the city."
The leader of the Cloud Alliance was a little surprised. He had been waiting in the Purple Qi Pavilion for several days, but the man behind the scenes refused to show up. Even if he was testing him, he only sent a puppet.
He thought that after destroying the golden lion yesterday, the person behind him would be scared away.
I didn’t expect this person to be so bold and still stay in the city.
"I'll go and take a look."
The leader of the Cloud Alliance opened the window, looked at the flaming butterfly flying out in front of him, and quickly followed it. If the other party was too far away, he would definitely not go over. But now that the distance is so close, the leader of the Cloud Alliance feels it is necessary to go over and take a look.
"Remember to catch them alive."
Seeing this, the purple-black old man quickly gave a warning.
He was afraid that his leader would not be able to control his strength and beat this "master of weapon refinement" to death. All the weapons on the leader of the Yun Alliance were made by him personally, and he knew the strength of this leader better than anyone else.
The leader of the Yun Alliance waved his hand from a distance, responding to the request made by the black and purple old man.
The fire butterfly was very fast, and under the perception of the golden flame, it quickly locked onto a location in the city.
An old coffin shop.
The fire butterfly fell from the sky and landed on the plaque of the coffin shop. The fire butterfly's thin legs stepped on the wood, burning a circle of black marks (End of this chapter)
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