After Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao left the Gate of Hell, they did not rush back to Tianqi City, but went to the trading market at the junction of Chen Zhou and the Demon Domain.

Although this trading market does not have city walls, its scale is not inferior to some small towns in the Nine Continents of the Spirit Realm, with several streets crisscrossing it, and since the houses here are generally built with dark series materials, it looks a little eerie at first glance.

Looking at the hideous-looking demon cultivators on the street, and the bloodthirsty, or waiting for the price, or ulterior motives that came over from time to time, Ning Xin frowned, and sighed in her heart, in addition to cultivating to a high level, it is estimated that the monks who dare to come here must have a strong psychology in addition to cultivating to a high level.

"This trading market was formed freely, at first it was for monks and demon cultivators to exchange some cultivation resources, because the demon domain is rich in several high-quality refining materials and some demon plants that monks can use, so you can often see monks from other eight continents here.

Later, with the expansion of this trading market, some demon cultivators who were not accepted by the Nine Continents of the Spirit Realm and some who were driven out of the Demon Domain came to live here, and gradually this relatively pure trading market became a dangerous place where fish and dragons were mixed.

And because this is a two-way zone, there are often some dirty transactions carried out here, so you have to be careful here, if you don't pay attention, you may be calculated, and you will lose your wealth at least and lose your life at worst!"

Dongfang Ao changed and explained to Ning Xin, during which his eyes kept looking around vigilantly.

Since one of the two of them was a Venerable of the Tribulation and the other was a Mahayana sword cultivator, the eyes of those who were secretly probing them in the trading market turned around on them and then retracted.

Who can move and who can't be provoked, the monks and demon cultivators who live here only have a ruler in their hearts!

"Sister Ning Xin, the demonic energy in this air has faded, is it because the Netherworld Ghost Fire in the Hell Gate has weakened?" This trading market is located in the center of the junction between Chen Zhou and the Demon Domain, not far from the Hell Gate.

"Well, there should be a large demonic mine underneath the Gates of Hell, and the burning of the Nether Ghost Fire has accelerated the evaporation of demonic energy in the demonic mine. Ning Xin nodded, looking around with a hint of doubt in her eyes.

Dongfang Ao and Ning Xin found an inn opened by a monk and looked quite bright and walked in, everything in this place was dark in color, and it looked very depressing!

Seeing the two of them coming in, a middle-aged male cultivator in the late Mahayana stage greeted him, "I have met Venerable, are you eating or staying at the hotel?"

"Eat and stay!"

"Okay, wait a minute, I'll arrange it!"

After the middle-aged male cultivator left, Dongfang sighed proudly, "I didn't expect that the guys here are all Mahayana monks!"

"This inn is the most eye-catching in the entire trading market, and it is estimated that the boss behind it has a lot of power!" Ning Xin said lightly, her eyes shuttling back and forth in the inn, and the doubts in her eyes became more and more intense.

Seeing that the middle-aged male cultivator came over with a smile again, Ning Xin opened her mouth and asked, "Fellow Daoist, have you heard of the poisonous sore epidemic that broke out in the eastern part of Chen Zhou?"

"Of course I heard that because of this poisonous epidemic, the business of the entire trading market during this period of time was very bleak!"

"This place is so close to the east of Chenzhou, will it also be infected with the epidemic of poisonous sores?"

Dongfang Ao heard Ning Xin's question, his expression moved, and he suddenly understood why he came here, and Ning Xin had a little doubt in his eyes after coming here.

It stands to reason that this place is so close to the gate of hell, and the poisonous gas can definitely drift to this side, and the monks will definitely wear the Pure Spirit Flower here, but they have almost visited the trading market, and not a single poisoned monk has seen it, which is so wrong!

The middle-aged monk's eyes flashed, and he immediately said with a smile, "Venerable, please rest assured, the poisonous sores epidemic will not spread here!"

"Why?" Dongfang asked quietly.

"Because of the Chen Zhou Barrier, the Barrier will definitely block the spread of the poisonous sores! You two, you haven't been to the eastern part of Chen Zhou, have you?" the middle-aged monk asked nervously.

"No, we're from the south!" Dongfang Ao said without the slightest pause, although the eastern part of Chen Zhou was closest to the Demon Domain, the junction between Chen Zhou and the Demon Domain could also be reached from the north or south of Chen Zhou.

"That's good, that's good!" the middle-aged monk seemed relieved.

"Why, Daoist friend asked like that, are you afraid that we will spread the poisonous sores epidemic here?" Ning Xin asked lightly, her expression fluctuated a little, could the person who put the white crystal in the crack be in this trading market?

"Don't hide it, I do have this kind of worry, I heard that many monks in the eastern part of Chen Zhou have died because of this!" The middle-aged monk seemed a little embarrassed.

"We look like we're infected with poisonous sores?" Ning Xin raised an eyebrow.

"Doesn't His Holiness know that when a monk is infected with a poisonous sore, the epidemic usually does not occur immediately, but will only attack after a while!"

"There is such a thing!" Dongfang Ao glanced at Ning Xin, knowing that she wanted to find out about this matter, and then his expression changed, and he said urgently, "Oh no, Sister Ning Xin, didn't we meet a few monks from the eastern part of Chen Zhou when we were in the south?

A faint smile appeared on the corner of Ning Xin's mouth, fleeting, and she looked at Dongfang Ao with a straight face, "Don't talk nonsense, it's just that we've been on the same road for a few days, and we won't be infected with our cultivation." ”

"Venerable, I have to tell you about this, this epidemic of poisonous sores has nothing to do with the level of cultivation!"

"Even so, after so long, we haven't had anything, it means that we are not infected, put our hearts back in our stomachs!" Ning Xin soothed Dongfang Ao, who looked a little anxious.

"Your Holiness can't think so, I heard that there was a monk who was infected with a poisonous sore epidemic for several months before it flare-up, and died in less than half a day!" said the middle-aged male cultivator with some fear.

"Sister Ning Xin, will we do that?" asked Dongfang Ao a little panicked.

"No!" Ning Xin frowned and said in a deep voice, her tone mixed with a thick sense of uncertainty.

"Venerable, I have a way to find out if you are infected with poisonous sores!"

"What way?" Dongfang Ao asked excitedly, his eyes quickly meeting Ning Xin's.

"There's a very skilled ghost veteran in the market, you just have to ask him on the street, he's very famous with us, he's sure to find out if you're infected with poisonous sores, but... The middle-aged male cultivator looked a little embarrassed.

"But what, what are you going to say?" Dongfang Ao hurriedly asked.

"The ghost old-timer has a strange temper, and ordinary people seek medical treatment, but he generally doesn't know how to diagnose and treat. ”

"Don't you know them? You can help us say good things, rest assured, after the deed is done, your benefits will be indispensable!"

"Then I'll give it a try, but I can't guarantee the outcome!"

"Good!"

After seeing the middle-aged male cultivator leave briskly, a sneer appeared on the corners of Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao's mouths.

"Good acting!"

"What a man is unseemly!"

The two spoke at the same time, then looked at each other and smiled.

In the next two days, the middle-aged male cultivator told them with a difficult face that the ghost veteran had been developing a new medicine for the past few days, and no one had been seen, and they needed to wait.

After a few more days, Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao seemed to be a little impatient, and began to inquire about the people called Ghost Old Man all over the trading market.

"What are you looking for the ghost elder?" In a shop that sold pills, the proprietress looked back and forth at Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao.

"I heard that the ghost old man is a good doctor, we want to see him!" Dongfang said proudly.

"The ghost old man lives in a haunted house on the innermost street in the trading market, you will find out when you ask!"

"Haunted house?" "This ghost old man lives in a haunted house, but it also matches!

Looking at the courtyard in front of them, which was completely dark, and even if the door was closed, it could not stop the cold air from spreading, Ning Xin and Dongfang Ao's faces were a little serious.

"This house is really a haunted house!" Dongfang said proudly.

"Let's go, go back to the inn!"