Chapter 46: The Black Dipper Demon Flame
Upon hearing this, the Ning Clan Foundation Builder let out a long sigh.
The Foundation Establishment present was not surprised.
Although the size of the second-order spirit vein in Bamboo Leaf Mountain was not small, it had to simultaneously support the second-order grand formation, as well as the stores, inns, and cave dwellings of the cultivators.
Only a small area at the top of the mountain enjoys the treatment of a second-order spirit vein.
Even with the cooperation of the Spirit Gathering Formation, the daily burden of the second-order spirit vein is not small.
If one were to attack Foundation Establishment and absorb a large amount of heaven and earth spiritual qi, it would indeed affect the Second Order Formation.
This time, the auction has a dozen or two Foundation Stage people, some of whom are well known and some of whom are hiding their true identities.
If the Ning family builds a foundation here, and if it causes a weak point in the formation, the Huang family may not be able to suppress it once something goes wrong.
The tragedy caused by a Foundation Establishment Pill has happened before in the past in the Immortal Cultivation World's marketplaces.
"Many clans can afford to buy the spirit stones for the Foundation Establishment Pill. But to keep the Foundation Establishment Pill, it again costs the family's reserves and costs."
Lu Chang'an lamented in his heart.
In his previous life, he had worked hard for his family, and he knew the hardships.
"Fellow Daoist Ning, wait."
Huang Changling exchanged a few words with the heavily-armored middle-aged Foundation Establishment beside him before suddenly calling out to the three Ning family members.
"If you're worried about the road being unsafe, this 'Heavenly Guard Building' bodyguard Pang beside me can provide you with escort, but you'll have to pay a sum of spirit stones."
Huang Changling introduced.
As the organizer of the auction, the Huang family did not want the buyer of the Foundation Establishment Pill to meet an untimely end on the road, which would not be good for the reputation of the marketplace.
"But the Heavenly Defense Building in Yellow Dragon Immortal City?"
The red-faced old man from the Ning family couldn't help but be overjoyed when he looked at the heavily-armored Pang Dart Master.
Tianwei House is a famous dart protection organization in Yellow Dragon Immortal City, with a good reputation.
This organization specializes in escorting cultivators and has a deep background.
For example, the Maple Leaf Huang Family has hired Tianwei House's dartmen to organize the auction this time for safety reasons.
When the auction ended, Huang Changling simply introduced himself to the Ning family.
"Fellow Daoist Ning will pay 1,500 spirit stones, and I'll lead eight late-stage qi refining dart guards to escort you back to your family." Being able to pick up another order along the way, Mr. Pang was happy to do so, and the price he asked was fair.
"Good! I'll pay 300 spirit stones first, and I'll give the remainder back to you, Taoist Friend, when I return to my clan."
The Ning family ancestor and the middle-aged man and green-skirted woman behind him all showed joy.
With the two Foundation Establishment members joining forces, and the reputation of the Heavenly Guardian Building, it will be much safer to return to the clan.
After reaching an agreement, the three members of the Ning family flew out of the Bamboo Leaf Mountain under the escort of the "Heavenly Guard House" dart team.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh......
The auction venue, many cultivators scattered birds and beasts, taking the opportunity to leave the Bamboo Leaf Mountain.
"Changling, this auction has worked hard for you."
Behind Huang Changling, a cloth-clothed man with a vicissitude of temperament appeared, seemingly in his thirties or forties, with a few strands of Chinese hair mixed in between his hair.
The man in cloth had a cultivation level of mid-stage Foundation Establishment.
"Uncle Tan, managing the marketplace, this is my duty."
The ancient-looking Huang Changling said in a respectful tone.
The Huang family has three Foundation Establishment members, and the strongest in terms of strength and seniority is Huang Tankong, who is in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.
At this time, Huang TanKong and Huang ChangLing two big foundation building stand on the pavilion, eyeing the auction leaving the flow of people.
"In time......"
Overlooking the bustling market scene, the two Foundation Establishment cultivators had a long-lost feeling of grandeur welling up in their hearts.
At this very moment, a few miles away from Bamboo Leaf Mountain.
"Bold robbing cultivator--"
A stern shout rang out, followed by the fluctuation of the fight.
The powerful aura of colliding mana has reached the Foundation Stage.
"Someone is fighting outside the market!"
"Could it be that someone is robbing the Foundation Establishment Pill?"
The two Huang Clan Foundation Builders' faces sank in an unsightly manner.
Being so close to the workshop, they couldn't wait to kill and seize the treasure, simply not putting their Huang Clan in their eyes.
If you want to kill each other, you should stay away.
......
The plains are five or six miles away from the marketplace.
The three Ning family members were escorted by Tianwei House's Mr. Pang and others in a flying boat, and were rapidly evacuating the area.
Suddenly.
They captured a powerful Fury Yin Wind.
In the distant sky, gloomy clouds rolled over.
An evil, long-haired man with black cloud light stepped on his feet and stopped a flying boat driven by a Foundation Establishment Stage.
"Leave the Cold Moon Blade and the Blood Spirit Pill, and Mister Liang will spare you from death!"
An ice-cold voice with an undoubted tone.
"Bold robber cultivator! Dare to intercept my Royal Beast Zhou Family?"
On the flying boat, a middle-aged scribe of the Foundation Establishment Stage, feeling the fierce demonic might that came upon him, couldn't help but let out a stern cry.
It was none other than the Zhou Family's Foundation Establishment, Zhou Jingxuan.
"Uncle Jing Xuan, this person is Liang Shaotian!"
The yellow-skirted girl at the seventh level of Qi Refining behind him exclaimed in shock.
The long-haired man was dressed in a cloud patterned black robe, his face was slightly pale, his sword eyebrows were straight, his nose was like a hanging gall, and his long, sharp black eyes were like deep, cold pools.
When she touched the other's black pupils, Zhou Qingxuan's mind shook and she almost collapsed.
"A mere Imperial Beast Zhou Family, you don't know what's good for you!"
Liang Shaotian's black hair fluttered as his figure blurred.
In the next instant, two or three black wind shadows simultaneously attacked the middle-aged scribe.
Boom! Puh-puh!
Several large black wind blades, accompanied by the chirping sound of electric arcs, violently impacted in front of the middle-aged scribe.
"Qingxuan be careful!"
The middle-aged scribe was furious and offered up a black ink stone that swelled up to several zhang in size, with a dark haze that made it look like a miniature mountain peak.
However, under the ravages of several clusters of black astral winds and electric arcs, this top-grade artifact only lasted for a couple of breaths before its spiritual light dimmed and shrunk.
"Not good!"
The middle-aged scribe retreated sharply, condensed a layer of mana shield, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which landed on the black ink stone, the latter's aura climbed by a cut, and it barely survived the first round of attack.
In the foundation stage of the exchange of strong wind impact.
Zhou Qingxuan's delicate body flipped in the sky, the talisman light shield on her body was broken several times, and she was able to avoid the exchange of blows.
"Nearby Foundation Establishment seniors, we are the Royal Beast Zhou Family, please come to our aid!"
Zhou Qingxuan, whose face was pale and anxious, hurriedly called out for help.
"The Zhou Clan has actually been attacked!"
"It's Liang Shaotian the devil!" Several Foundation Establishment Stage who left the workshop were shocked.
In the divine sense scan, Zhou Jingxuan of the Zhou Family was severely injured and spitting out blood, about to perish at any moment.
"The target is not us! Quickly retreat-"
Tianwei House's Bodyguard Pang's face was flabbergasted.
"Yes, yes, go!"
The Ning Clan's Foundation Establishment Ancestor couldn't wait.
The Foundation Establishment Pills they were carrying were already hot potatoes, so how would they dare to cause trouble.
The nearby Foundation Establishment Ancestors would not be able to avoid it.
They were afraid that Liang Shaotian would kill Zhou Jingxuan and then go after them.
"There was a loud bang.
The middle-aged scribe Zhou Jingxuan fell from mid-air and fell to his knees, dying.
"Elder Liang, my uncle has offended a lot, please be magnanimous. We are willing to offer the Cold Moon Blade and the Blood Spirit Pill."
Zhou Qingxuan supported her uncle, thinking of certain rumors about Liang Shaotian, she was respectful and begged for mercy.
"Qingxuan, how can you turn to this kind of...... oooh!"
Zhou Jingxuan was halfway through his sentence when Zhou Qingxuan covered his mouth.
She took off one of Zhou Jingxuan's storage pouches, and with a lift of her vegan hand, she floated in front of Liang Shaotian.
"It's too late to beg for mercy now!"
Liang Shaotian took the storage bag, and with a sweep of his divine sense, he coldly glanced at Zhou Jingxuan, who was seriously injured and weak.
"Elder Liang, you are a generation of demonic giants, your lordship is generous."
Zhou Qingxuan's face fell two lines of tears, I see pity.
"Losing an arm."
Liang Shaotian's face was indifferent, standing with his hands behind his back.
Puffing!
Without waiting for his uncle's consent, Zhou Qingxuan took out a snowy silver blade and chopped off one of Zhou Jingxuan's arms.
"Ah......"
The middle-aged scribe fainted.
"Elder Liang, are you satisfied?"
Blood splattered on the delicate jade-like face of the young girl, a touch of demonic charm in her innocence.
"Little girl, not bad!"
Liang Shaotian nodded and cast an appreciative gaze.
With his hands behind his back, he stepped on the black cloud light and was about to leave.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
At this time, two Foundation Establishment Stage auras arrived from the Bamboo Leaf Mountain Market.
"Bold evil cultivator! Dare to loot near the workshop market."
Two Foundation Establishment Stage, Huang Tankong and Huang Changling, broke through the air and rushed over.
When other cultivators were attacked, they didn't necessarily make a move, but the Imperial Beast Zhou Family was a force that the Huang Family wanted to flatter.
They were a bit late.
Liang Shaotian's strength exceeded expectations and ended the battle easily.
This made the two of them who rushed over feel a little regret.
"Looking for death! How dare you meddle in Mister Liang's idle matters."
Liang Shaotian's black pupils condensed as he glanced at Huang Tankong, who was in the middle stage of Foundation Establishment, and frowned slightly.
He took a deep breath and his palm slowly unfolded.
Poof!
A cold and twisted black demonic flame jumped up in his palm, emitting a dangerous aura that shocked the gods and ghosts.
"That's......"
The hearts of the two foundations of the Huang family jumped, feeling a deadly threat.
"Black Dipper Demon Flame!"
Huang Tankong lost his voice in horror.
"Great Green Cultivation Realm, one of the top ten true fire demonic flames!"
The nearby concerned Foundation Establishment Stages couldn't help but be creeped out.
"Changling, run!"
Huang Tankong shouted in panic and performed his Transportation Technique, fleeing towards the marketplace at a rapid pace.
Whoosh!
The raging Huang Clan's two major foundation builders withdrew to Bamboo Leaf Mountain in a sorry state.
Immediately open the second-order defense array.
"Hmph!"
Liang Shaotian became more and more arrogant, holding the Black Dipper Demon Flame in his hand, he chased after Bamboo Leaf Mountain's grand formation.
Standing proudly in front of the marketplace, the devilish aura of dark clouds rolled over.
It pressurized the cultivators in the whole market and they couldn't catch their breath.
"Uncle Tan, can the formation block it?"
"If the Black Dipper Demon Flame has the kind of power of the legend......"
Huang Tan Kong's voice was low and his face was grave.
Liang Shaotian stood tall and scanned the many cultivators in the workshop.
No one dared to look directly at them, and they all bowed their heads.
During this time, he saw Lu Changan.
Lu Chang'an glanced at him, his face expressionless.
He even wanted to laugh in his heart when he glanced at the demonic flame.
The entire marketplace was silent for a long time.
Liang Shaotian suddenly put away the magic flame, hands behind his back, stepping on the black cloud light, long hair fluttering, flying towards the distant sky.
"Elder Yan, today, for your sake, Mister Liang will not blood-wash this Bamboo Leaf Mountain Market!"
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