There are fifty first-order super-grade talismans in the soul sac, and thirty bottles of first-order super-grade elixir, according to the normal price in this realm, it should be worth three thousand two hundred and fifty lower-grade soul stones, but He Miaomiao was not surprised when he heard what the shopkeeper said.

As early as on the way, she found that the low-level monks of Jiuyou had a kind of fear and reverence for the high-level who penetrated into the soul, and it was rare for Xiaocai to be so heartless.

The strictness of each realm here is better than that of Dao cultivation, even if it is a soul stage, the early stage must be called a senior in the middle stage.

In the Qinglang or Canglan realm, the lower level will have a sense of awe for the high level, but if it is just a strange senior, or a high level who comes to shop in their own store, they can treat each other with courtesy, not so humble.

He Miaomiao felt that this was related to the distribution of the secluded capital and the characteristics of soul cultivation.

The monks here are all souls who have come out of the Netherworld. No father, no mother, no relatives and no friends, born old and young, no longevity limit, but always just a lonely soul.

There is no family, sect and other power distribution, naturally there is no relatives and ancestors to support the backing, so for the existence that is higher than oneself, you can only be respectful and humble, so as not to provoke the other party and cause the disaster of killing souls.

In addition, the city of Youdu is already divided according to cultivation, so that the same great realm can be gathered together, and when the high-level comes to the low-level territory, it will only gradually weaken the soul power.

In this way, there will be no high-level soul cultivators, guarding the low-level for a long time, and giving them backing.

It is a low-level monk who is doing business, and when he encounters a high-level door, he can only consider himself unlucky, and he does not dare to earn the soul stone of a high-level monk at all.

The Dream Soul Grass collected by He Miaomiao and the Dark Fish hunted by He Miaomiao are the most common things in the Nine Shadows, which are only worth hundreds, at most a thousand.

But no matter how gentle her tone was and how kind she looked, the shops along the way didn't dare to give too low, and if she sold the last batch, she already had a total of five thousand soul stones in hand.

In the last few transactions, she realized that something was wrong and tried to forcibly return the soul stone, only to find that the people were trembling with fright and becoming more and more transparent, which startled her.

The shopkeeper saw that she hadn't spoken for a long time, and thought that her offer was too high, so he hurriedly bent down and lowered his head to beg for mercy: "Seniors are angry! It's a small fool, these things are even small to honor seniors! Don't want soul stones! Don't want a piece!"

"Get up, it doesn't have to be this way. He Miaomiao took out a thousand soul stones and handed them to the shopkeeper, seeing that he was even more trembling, he didn't have the heart to inquire about the news.

Walking out of the small shop with the soul bag, she felt the breath of the shopkeeper behind her, and finally stabilized a little.

He Miaomiao was full of helplessness, this kind of oppression of low-level monks was not in line with her nature, but she did not follow the customs of the locals, and she was afraid of attracting unnecessary speculation.

"It's really embarrassing to take advantage of the hidden capital..."

Secretly complaining a few words, He Miaomiao quickly left the market, and was about to directly bypass the Netherworld Pool to continue on her way, but she heard the bustle around her, and many monks rushed towards the shore of the Netherworld.

A male cultivator in the early stage of Soul Determination, who was walking alone, saw that He Miaomiao was in the same realm as himself, and warmly greeted him.

"Daoyou! I didn't expect such a coincidence to be able to meet the same level here! Could it be that Daoyou has just advanced and is ready to go to the shade?"

The male cultivator looks like he is about thirty, his facial features are very delicate, and he looks a little shy at first glance, but he is a familiar nag.

He Miaomiao's eyes lit up, and her heart came just in time!

"Yes, could it be that Daoyou is also going to the shadows?"

"Exactly!" the male cultivator nodded again and again, pointing to the Netherworld Pool, "Why don't you go and see the pregnant soul first, and then go on the road together?"

He Miaomiao only recently learned that the name of the soul cultivator here depends on himself, and he has a name but no surname, and only when he reaches a high level will he have his own surname.

This six-fingered Taoist friend, translucent hands, happen to have six fingers.

"My name is Zixuan. ”

'He Miaomiao' obviously contains a surname, and Zixuan can also be used as a name, although it sounds a little more attentive than Xiaocai and Six Fingers, but it is not too surprising.

"Zixuan Daoyou, fortunately, we will be lucky! Then let's go to the Netherworld Pool first!" Six Fingers looked like he was in his early thirties, and he talked endlessly, making He Miaomiao come up with a lot of information.

"Six-fingered Daoist, it's rare to meet a pregnant soul, let's go faster. He Miaomiao saw that everyone was as eager as if they were catching up with a large-scale auction, and she knew that the pregnant soul was here, which must be a big event, and it was not always available.

Sure enough, Six Fingers quickened his pace and replied to her at the same time:

"Yes, yes, yes, the soul breath in the light of the pregnant soul is pure, we have to choose a good position to stand! I don't know how many new souls have come to the world this time, if it is like last time, the netherworld city will be more and more crowded!"

Only then did He Miaomiao know that it turned out that the pregnant soul was a new soul born in the Netherworld Pool! She heard that the light of the pregnant soul was pure, and her steps were a little faster.

"We're going to leave anyway, we're going to the shade, and it's irrelevant whether the underworld is crowded or not. ”

Six-fingered hehe smiled and replied, and when he talked about the shade, his face was full of expectation: "It is rumored that the scope of the shade is very large, and a city has caught up with more than a dozen netherworlds! There are also mountains, rivers, and high-level soul beasts, it is simply a holy place for cultivation!"

Hearing the word 'rumors' with six fingers, He Miaomiao was completely relieved. It seems that the soul cultivator of the Netherworld doesn't know the true situation of the shadow at all, so it is even more strange that she doesn't know anything!

The two of them chatted and walked to the edge of the netherworld, leaning against the waters that emitted dazzling white light, and the whole person was bathed in soft white light.

He Miaomiao only felt that the soul breath entered the body little by little, making the soul feel comfortable with a full meal, as if the long-dried meridians met the aura.

In addition to her and the six fingers, there are more than ten early stage of soul determination here, and after everyone politely nods to each other, they are all immersed in the baptism of the light of the pregnant soul, feeling the rare pure soul breath.

There are a large number of soul refining periods behind him, and he doesn't dare to get too close, otherwise his soul power is insufficient, and he is easy to be washed away.

The edge of the Netherworld Pool was almost full of soul cultivators, but no soul made the slightest sound.

It wasn't until there was a loud noise in front of them, and one by one, almost completely transparent souls, fluttering out of the water, looking around with confused eyes, that the soul cultivators made a stumbling discussion.

He Miaomiao was wondering why many souls dissipated in the air as soon as they came out of the water, and the six fingers began to comment endlessly:

"Tut-tut, this time the new souls are not very qualified! Look at it, many of them can't withstand the light of the pregnant soul! I look at this hundred... Sixty-nine? In the end, there will be more than fifty left! Zixuan Daoyou, what do you think?"

He Miaomiao nodded matter-of-factly: "Well, I think so!"

More than 100 souls were suspended above the pond water, baptized in the light of the pregnant soul, and in the end, as expected by the six fingers, the fifty-two souls became condensed and became a layer of soul refining.