With the source fire in his body, Xiang Yang was quite interested in Wan Yanyang, who might have a spiritual fire, but seeing that there were many people, he was unwilling to join in the fun, so he came directly to this Dunhe City.

He has been wandering outside for a year, although he can receive some battle information from time to time by peeping at the sky, but it is all information that the three major sects have made public to the Northern Divine State, and there is nothing real in it at all.

Now that he has come to the vicinity of Dunhe City, he naturally will not miss this opportunity.

He was also lucky, and before he even entered the door, he got an extremely important piece of information.

The Supreme of the Eight Desolations has actually issued an order, and the four major divine states will come to help!

"Do you think the power of the blood sacrifice is not enough?"

Xiang Yang lowered his head and walked forward slowly, a chill passing through his eyes.

No matter how high-sounding the plan of the three holy deities is, and how great the purpose is, it is also an indisputable fact that in the past 10,000 years, the barbarism has buried the lives of countless fellow monks.

That's not one or two, but thousands, millions, millions!

Is it worth the sacrifice for a seemingly great goal?

And in the hearts of those three Holy Venerables, what did they think of the Shenzhou monks?

Cannon fodder that can be sacrificed at will?

An insignificant ant who doesn't need a little compassion at all?

Or is it a sacrifice necessary to accomplish the goal?

Xiang Yang is not a savior, and he can't pretend to be a hypocritical saint, but he still can't have a good impression of them, so he doesn't have the slightest pressure to attack the Sanqing Supreme.

The so-called shoot when it's time to make a move, so why look ahead and look backwards?

In the crowd, he strolled forward, this Dun and the city are huge, and can not use the magic weapon of flying, he entered the city early in the morning, his feet are already fast, but he walked for half a day, and at noon he only walked a small half of the distance.

I found a wine shop at random and sat down, and sure enough, there was also a storyteller here, who was foaming at the mouth and talking about the chaotic war.

Now that Xiang Yang's matter has long been forgotten, the protagonist is naturally the Eight Desolations Supreme.

Xiang Yang ordered some wine and food, listened to it with relish, and after an hour, he threw down a low-level vitality stone and went out.

This time, he didn't go directly, but next to the restaurant, he found a flying car pulled by the Yunxia Beast, paid three low-level vitality stones, and sat comfortably on it.

Dun and Cheng and Pan City are not the same level of existence, and the beasts that are popular in Pan City are naturally not qualified to be used here.

The Yunxia Beast is a strange beast cultivated by the Xianyin Society, with bright fur like the sunset, and its thick hooves are as white as snow, and it looks like stepping on four white clouds, which is why it has won the title of Yunxia Beast.

This kind of strange beast can step on the air, although the flight is not high, but the victory is fast and steady, it is the best substitute for the beast, the fairy sound will also be extremely intimate in its head and tail of the mane are embellished with secret color bells, along the way the fairy sound curling, very beautiful.

This Dun and the city are very well planned, this kind of flying car has a special passage, and the pedestrian separates the way, the speed is extremely fast, he walked for a long time before walking a small half, and the result is that with this cloud beast, it is less than an hour to the ground.

The one who drove the beast was a monk in the god transformation period, and when he arrived at the ground, he turned around and politely helped him out of the car, not disliking his dirty outfit at all.

"There are talents in this fairy sound club... It's a good business. ”

Along the way, Xiang Yang chatted with the coachman for a few words, and then he realized that in this Dunhe City, if you want to talk about force, it is naturally the first in the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, the second in the Tianhu Immortal Sect, and the Immortal Yin will accompany the last seat.

But when it comes to business, Dun and the city, sixty percent out of ten are all owned by the Xianyin Society, not to mention the basic monopoly of the Yunxia Beast, wine shops, silver villages, auction houses, medical halls... As long as you can think of it, the fairy sound will almost every step in.

Even the Ten Thousand Sword Pavilion, it was only because it was really unique in refining weapons that it opened a Ten Thousand Treasure Pavilion, at least in this industry, the Immortal Yin Society was firmly suppressed and became the leader.

Tianhu Immortal Sect is a little miserable, it is the poorest of the three major sects, fortunately they still have a lot of industries outside Dunhe City, and it is also blessed by the ancestors, tens of thousands of years ago, they actually found a superb Yuan Qi stone vein in their own mountain gate, which has always occupied the position of the three major overlord sects, and has not been thrown away by the other two.

Hearing the words of the best Yuanqi stone vein, Xiang Yang's heart jumped at that time, the Yuanqi stone vein is common, but it is different with the word superlative.

You must know that only in the veins of the best Yuan Qi Stones, it is possible to appear Immortal Stones, which are treasures that do not belong to this realm, and even help him repair the use of instant killing.

"It's a pity that I'm a 'dead man' now... Otherwise, I really want to go to the treasure house of the Tianhu Immortal Sect... At that time, Yuhai Zhenjun agreed!

Xiang Yang sighed while moving forward, out of the post road dedicated to the Yunxia Beast, and not long before he saw a bustling crowd, behind that crowd, there was a building with thousands of weather, layer upon layer, and the highest point was already towering into the sky.

"That's Wanbao Pavilion, isn't it? This is the bazaar? Well, it's all in tatters!"

Xiang Yang squeezed into the crowd, his spiritual sense swept from time to time, under Tianyan, none of the things in the stalls next to him could escape his eyes.

It's a pity that this loose cultivation stall is basically full of worthless things, even if some of them are treasures for ordinary monks, but with his eyes, how can they be eye-catching?

It was still early, but it was just the beginning of the day, and it was said that the treasure appraisal meeting would not be held until the end of the day, and there were still three hours.

He walked forward like a leisurely stroll, there were many stalls, there were nearly a thousand, although there were no good things, but it was not bad to relieve the boredom in his spare time.

He's been wandering off the beaten track for a year, and he really needs to relax.

Just wandering leisurely, occasionally stopping to bargain with the stall owner.

Speaking of which, he lived to be in his twenties, and he had never been to such a lively place, and the novelty was even more exciting than finding a treasure.

Heaven and earth... There are a bunch of them in the clones of Qiankun Ding!

But this feeling is the first time in my life!

He just walked around so casually, and he didn't care whether he suffered a loss or took advantage, whether the thing was useful or not, anyway, he would take what felt fresh.

But bargaining is still necessary, there is Tianyan, he can judge the true value of the item almost instantly, and every time he makes a counteroffer, he is speechless, which makes him a little more happy!

After walking around for more than an hour, a low-level Sumeru ring in his hand was almost full, and this stall was only half of the shop.

After a few more steps, he suddenly stopped...

That stall seems to be a little interesting!