Listening to the old man's words, it seems that there is really a spiritual weapon that can kill the Heavenly Demon Realm.

Fang Zong didn't know if what the other party said was true or not, if it was true, it would be too terrifying, he didn't need to cultivate to be able to use it, but he was able to kill the Yuan Ying and even the cultivators of the Heavenly People, this so-called spiritual weapon was too terrifying, right?

Seeing that Fang Zong didn't believe it, the old man didn't waste too much saliva, he just smiled, and he seemed a little more vivid.

At this time, Fang Zong discovered that there were patches on the old man's neck, which were actually corpse spots, and the flesh and blood had begun to decay.

It's a bit weird that such a strange situation should appear in a living person.

It stands to reason that if the monk's body is strong enough to keep the body incorruptible, it will be like those peerless powers that Fang Zong has seen, even if it falls, it will not transform into a physical body, and it will always maintain its original appearance.

What's more, it is like a thief of a god and his people, whose physical body is like crystal, and after countless thousands of years, it has always been the same as before.

Although Fang Zong couldn't see the old man's cultivation for Qixi Festival, judging from the fact that he was able to release his divine sense, at least he was also a monk who built the foundation realm, since his cultivation was still there, how could he become what he is now?

Fang Zong forcibly held back the curiosity in his heart and asked, "Old man, since these spiritual weapons are so powerful, why did those monks who passed by just look at them and left?"

The old man said disdainfully: "What else can it be? Isn't it just too expensive?"

As he spoke, he let out another long sigh.

"These people now really don't know the preciousness of the spirit weapon, this is also refined from the powerful resentful soul collected from the soul river, each of which is a very precious treasure, but why don't they know the value of it?"

"Soul River?

Having said that, Fang Zong was still slightly shocked in his heart, just because he thought of the void that the ancestor of the Yuan Devouring Ant had broken through, an endless soul river appeared, which made Fang Zong shocked.

Soul River Channel, does it have anything to do with the Soul River that was blasted open by the predecessors of the Yuan Devouring Ant?

Fang Zong couldn't help but guess in his heart.

The old man was polite to the other party, and said with a smile: "This soul river channel is a branch of the soul river, but you can't be sure, I can only tell you that there is a very powerful resentful soul in that soul river channel, which can be refined into a dark weapon and kill people invisibly." Although the artifacts I have here are not particularly powerful, they are all very cheap, if you want, I can give you a discount......"

Originally, the old man introduced Fang Zong, but he changed his mind and began to sell the goods on the stall.

Fang Zong naturally didn't look down on these artifacts, but he still pretended to look interested and asked, "Oh, how much do these artifacts cost?"

"Hehe, naturally you won't let your little brother suffer, originally you had to use fifty years of yang life, but you can give forty-eight years. ”

"Yangshou? Can Yangshou still be traded? And what is this Yangshou?"

"Naturally, it refers to your remaining longevity, looking at the age of the little brother, but his cultivation should have reached the realm of the demon baby, let alone be able to live another thousand years, right? ”

"Look at your little brother, you have such a sufficient lifespan, less than forty or fifty years, what kind of big deal is it? Why don't you take it out and trade some powerful artifacts, just like these, killing the powerhouse of the Demon Infant Realm is just a thought. ”

"If the little brother encounters something bad, someone robs a treasure, or robs a woman, or someone offends you, just copy a few dark weapons in your hand, smash them hard, and help you solve them completely. ”

"And the artifact is so convenient, you don't need to urge it at all, if you break through to the realm of heavenly demons, what is this longevity?"

Listening to the old man's chatter and sell those dark weapons to Fang Zong, Fang Zong shook his head again and again, if he wanted to kill someone, why bother with all this effort?

It's just that he is even more curious about why this yang shou is used as the currency of trading in Skull City.

When the old man heard this, he also sighed helplessly, and said, "What can be done about this? As you said, little brother, this place is a ghost town." ”

Skeleton City was originally a city under the Skeleton Venerable under the Nether Ghost Emperor's throne, and it was in the Netherworld, so the Netherworld aura in it was very strong, even if the monks who had reached the limit stayed here, they could temporarily hold the soul body and not enter the soul river.

But even so, the body will still wither, it will rot, and in the end, only a mass of ghosts will remain.

And because Skull City is close to the Soul River Channel, you can take resentful souls from the Soul River River to refine the underworld weapon, so this place has also become a ghost town that has some contact with the outside world.

The old man also told Fang Zong that generally speaking, when the limit of monks had arrived, the soul body would be included in the soul river, waiting for the opportunity to reincarnate as a human.

However, most of the monks who have reached the age of longevity are not powerful people, and unless they have reached the level of the Yuan Infant realm, they need to be reincarnated and re-cultivated.

This is really a long way forward, and no one knows if there will be a chance to re-embark on the path of cultivation.

Therefore, some cultivators are unwilling, and since they are unwilling, they become obsessions, and those who stay, even if they become ghosts of the netherworld, must continue to cultivate.

Since you can't cultivate to an extremely high level when you're alive, you use your ghost body to cultivate.

And Yang Shou is the most critical cultivation resource for Netherworld Ghosts, and one year of Yang Shou is worth ten or even a hundred years of their cultivation.

As for the old man, he is not completely dead, at least the physical body is still there, but if he can't get enough yang life, he will eventually transform into a ghost body.

Just like those figures wearing robes, they have no hope of re-entering the Yang Dao to cultivate, and can only continue to practice with ghost bodies.

Fang Zong was quite surprised when he heard this, he didn't expect that there would be such a strange thing in this cultivation world.

After being amazed, he asked again, "Is there any difference between the ghost body and the primordial god body?"

The old man also shook his head blankly: "I don't know about this old man, but the ghost body has no physical body, and it seems that it is no different from the primordial god, and besides, the ghost body can also use the many netherworld breaths of this soul river to cultivate." ”

As he spoke, the old man grinned at the other party and said, "If you want to experience the feeling of this ghost body, little brother, you can stay here and try it." ”

"Forget it, my current cultivation is still high enough!" Fang Zong smiled and waved his hand.

For him, now that the dream realm cultivation has reached the realm of heaven and man, although he has not yet become the peak existence, at least, if he wants to live for a long time, he can still do it.

The old man looked at the goods for a long time, a little impatient, and asked, "I said little brother, I told you so much, do you want to buy it?"

Fang Zong groaned and said, "I want to buy it, but I don't really want to buy it with Yangshou, I'll show you something else and see what you think." ”

"If there is something, take it out!" Originally, when the old man heard that Fang Zong was unwilling to exchange Yang Shou, his face suddenly sank, and he saw that Fang Zong wanted to exchange it for other treasures, but he wanted to see what treasures Fang Zong could take out.

Fang Zong took out a jade bottle and handed it to the old man.

When the old man saw it, his eyes widened: "Oh my God, the eighth-grade life extension pill! It can prolong your life for at least a thousand years!"

But just surprised, the look of surprise in the old man's eyes dimmed, and he shook his head and said, "If you had come fifty years earlier, it might still be useful to me, but now, this longevity pill doesn't have much effect on me." ”

The Eight Grades of Life Extension Pill was scavenged by Fang Zong from the Dan King Ouyang Hua's Dan room, although it can prolong life for thousands of years, but this pill can only work on the living.

And the old man has already died, but his body has not yet decayed to the home, but the original god has already become a ghost body, irreversible.

Fang Zong's brows furrowed, he put away the Longevity Pill, and after pondering for a moment, he took out a red fruit, which was the Blood Soul Fruit.

He didn't notice that the moment he took the Blood Soul Fruit, all the people in the entire street raised their heads suddenly, and their eyes looked straight at Fang Zong's location, even if there was a thick fog, it was completely out of the way.

"How about you look at this!"

Fang Zong threw the Blood Soul Fruit to the old man, but the old man gasped, and hurriedly reached out to catch the Blood Soul Fruit, his lifeless eyes were about to jump out of his sockets.

"It's ...... What the hell is this? What a pure soul power and yang power, they are almost in time for a hundred years of yang life!" the old man said in a lost voice.

Fang Zong blinked and asked with a smile, "Is it so precious?"

The old man's head nodded hurriedly and exclaimed: "Of course it is precious, what is precious is the soul power and vitality in it, so rich vitality, even a hundred years of Yangshou does not have such a strong vitality." ”

As he spoke, the old man's face suddenly froze, he seemed to think of something, and he opened his mouth and swallowed the Blood Soul Fruit.

After the old man took the Blood Soul Fruit, the original rotten body began to go back in time, gradually regaining the vitality of the past, as if he was about to come back to life.

It's just that the physical body only regained some flesh, and soon it dimmed again.

But the essence in the old man's eyes became stronger and stronger, and he said proudly: "It's really good, the old man has finally reached the realm of ghosts now." ”

After that, he saluted respectfully and respectfully, and said with a smile: "Thank you, little brother, in return, the artifact here will all belong to you!"

"It's disgusting, let this guy get a head start!"

Before Fang Zong could speak, a voice came from the side, Fang Zong's heart was shocked, but he found that he didn't know when he was around, for a large group of people in cloth.

Those people in the clothes were all staring at the old man fiercely, with both envy and annoyance in their eyes, as if they were very unhappy because the old man had taken the lead.

But they didn't make a move, and soon drifted back to their stalls.

At this time, Fang Zong finally saw that these clothed people were only humanoid, but they had no feet, and they had no feet at all.

"What a bunch of ghosts!" Fang Zong laughed dumbly.