Longevity starts with learning

"Token..."

Finally, Chu Mu had to suppress his regret and fixed his eyes on the token.

He didn't forget that the cause of all this was because of this token.

The token was diamond-shaped and dark gold in color. The front was engraved with the words "Blood Killing" in blood-red font. At first glance, there was an indescribable bloody feeling. On the back was an ancient pavilion hidden in the clouds.

Chu Mu tentatively probed into his spiritual sense. The moment his spiritual sense touched the token, a stream of information flooded into his mind.

Chu Mu held the token in a daze. After a moment, he reacted and exhaled a breath of turbid air. Looking at the token in his hand, his eyes seemed to have a little more uncertainty.

The token is not an ordinary thing, but a token of an organization called Blood Killing Pavilion.

If that were the only thing, the token would naturally be of little use, but judging from the information left in the token, this organization called Blood Killing Pavilion recognizes the token but not the person.

That is, those who hold the Blood Killing Order can become members of the Blood Killing Pavilion, work for the Blood Killing Pavilion, and receive rewards.

This token is equivalent to a token without identity restrictions.

And judging from the information retained in the token, there is a contact point in the Fengming Mountain Black Market.

Chu Mu frowned and thought silently.

Things seem to be very clear. The original owner of this token is probably carrying out some kind of mission. He dared not carry the token with him and hid it in Room 56.

As a result, he was beaten to death by the angry Yuhuang Valley Foundation Establishment Strongman, and he happened to rent Room 56. The man in black robe must know the existence of the token, so he stared at him.

"Recognize the order but not the person... Fengming Mountain Black Market..."

While muttering softly, looking at the token again, Chu Mu's eyes seemed to have a bit more unpredictable meaning.

With this token and the phantom mask, he really has to go to the Fengming Mountain Black Market.

It's just a pity that those dozens of spell experiment papers were wasted. I don't know if I can go back to the Jade Emperor Valley Market...

While thinking, Chu Mu put away the token, took out a broken spirit, sat cross-legged, and closed his eyes to breathe.

A fight damaged his soul, but his body was not too strong. Some skin injuries, under the nourishment of magic power, were almost healed after waking up.

Next, we have to wait for the soul injury to be completely healed under the influence of the illusory long sword, and then the trip to the Fengming Mountain black market can begin.

Otherwise, Chu Mu dare not run around with the injury.

And the slow healing speed of the soul is far beyond Chu Mu's expectations.

It took half a year for the soul injury he suffered to heal.

It was another late autumn, the autumn wind was bleak, and the fallen leaves were flying.

In the cave, Chu Mu walked out slowly.

After half a year of living in the open air, and escaping from the Jade Emperor Valley in a hurry, Chu Mu has become a wild man again.

His hair is disheveled, his clothes are ragged, but his eyes are still bright and deep.

[Name: Chu Mu.]

[Skills: Basic Sword Skills (Peak) 2356/10000, Fireball (Peak) 12/10000]

[Body Forging Technique (1000/1000)]

[First Level of Fiery Technique (678/1000)]

[Medicine Refining: Dragon Snake Soup: Perfection (1300/2000) Bigu Pill: Beginner (96/100)]

[Spiritual Brilliance Value: 2003.3%]

After half a year of practicing the first level of Fiery Technique day after day, he finally crossed the halfway mark.

The progress of the basic swordsmanship training slowed down significantly with the appearance of the illusory long sword.

However, the training of the fireball technique was still fast. The fireball technique, which was only constructed with three spell inscriptions, did not have any mysterious abnormalities like the sword technique.

For him, there was no mystery about the fireball technique.

It was normal to make rapid progress.

The fireball technique, which was popularized and reached the pinnacle, was equivalent to instantaneous casting, and its power had also been greatly improved. Chu Mu calculated that the power of the fireball technique under normal casting should be about 0.5 degrees.

The power of the extreme casting could reach 0.8 degrees or even 0.9 degrees.

But blessings and disasters come with them. His mana of the first level of Qi training was ultimately a limitation. The improvement of the realm of the fireball technique also brought about an increase in mana consumption. Even though he had already stepped over half of the first level of Qi training, the increase in mana was just enough to make up for it, and it was far from being sufficient.

However, even so, Chu Mu estimated that with his ultimate fireball technique, it would not be difficult to deal with ordinary cultivators of the first or second level of Qi training.

After all, even the black-robed man at that time did not see any other magic weapons except this phantom mask.

Most cultivators use magic as a means of attack and defense.

Basically, they start from the same point, so it depends on who has a higher realm, who is more skilled in magic, and who has greater power.

"I have to buy a defensive magic..."

Chu Mu thought in his heart that when he was fighting with the black-robed man, the golden light that almost made him helpless must be some kind of defensive magic.

Although it may be because the black-robed man's cultivation is far higher than his, which makes the defensive magic indestructible, it is obvious that defensive magic is also indispensable for cultivators.

Thinking in his heart, Chu Mu has walked out of the cave, and his soul has recovered. Naturally, there is no need to stay in Yuzhu Mountain anymore.

A trip to the black market in Fengming Mountain is also on the agenda.

Running in the mountains, not jumping among the treetops, although I have not learned any body skills, but with my inhuman physical fitness and control of my body's strength, I am not weaker than any conventional body skills. .

Chu Mu was already familiar with the surrounding terrain. He was running through the mountains, and the direction he was heading towards seemed to be Fengming Mountain hundreds of miles away.

A few hundred miles is nothing to any immortal cultivator. The body nourished by spiritual energy is already otherworldly. It is easy to travel four to five hundred miles a day.

If you can travel thousands of miles a day without sleeping, it is not impossible for a cultivator.

After driving day and night, Fengming Mountain, which he had been thinking about for more than half a year, appeared in Chu Mu's field of vision.

Chu Mu took out the card that Wang Mazi had given him. At this moment, he seemed to be in Fengming Mountain. A small arrow also appeared on the card, which seemed to guide the direction.

Looking at the card, Chu Mu pondered for a moment, looked up at the sky, and checked the disguise of the Phantom God mask, and then followed the guidance of the arrow on the card and walked towards Fengming Mountain.

As soon as I stepped into Fengming Mountain, the long-lost feeling of peeping came to my mind.

Chu Mu pursed his lips and looked around casually, but found nothing unusual.

But obviously, he was being targeted.

Outside the square market, it is a place of disorder. Outside the black market, it must be complete disorder and chaos.

Chu Mu had no doubt.

At the moment, he could only hope that the camouflage of the Phantom God Mask could frighten the cultivators who were peeping in the dark.

Under the disguise of the Phantom God Mask, his cultivation and aura are all restrained. Who knows whether he is a first-level Qi practitioner or a strong foundation-builder?

Everyone wants to do this unprofitable business of killing people and seizing treasures, but they have to be absolutely sure. A young man with a dazed head will not survive long, let alone in this mixed place of the black market.

Chu Mu was very indifferent, at least on the surface, it seemed as relaxed as taking a walk in his own backyard. He even directly used the "spiritual blessing" to make this disguise more bluffing with the help of the spiritual charm.

As he thought, the intimidation brought by the unknown still frightened the peepers, and the secret peeping quickly dissipated.

Step by step, there are secret peeks again and again. To Chu Mu, it is like crossing back and forth in front of the gate of hell again and again.

My back is already soaked, and the surface is still calm, but the waves are already surging in my heart.

Although he had been mentally prepared before coming, he really wanted to experience being secretly spied on again and again...

fear!

There is only fear.

It was obvious that if he didn't have the Mask of the Illusionary God and he came here with the mentality of giving it a try, he probably wouldn't even be able to enter Fengming Mountain and would be easily killed.

Even if there is this phantom god mask, it is just pretending to be mysterious to bluff people. It is like a paper tiger. It looks like a bluff, but in fact... it can be broken with just one poke!

boom!

Boom boom boom!

Continuous roars sounded, not far from Chu Mu's side, and the screams of begging for mercy could be heard clearly.

"Let me go, I'll give you all the spiritual stones!"

"Spare me, spare me!"

Chu Mu glanced at it, only to see a head rolling down, blood suddenly appearing, and a murderous man collecting good trophies, then flying into the sky and disappearing from his sight.

And in my ears, the roar from this fighting style seems to be a bit continuous.

It seems like it can be seen everywhere?

Chu Mu tried his best to calm himself down and walked slowly along the direction of the arrow.

After about a quarter of an hour, Chu Mu stopped.

"arrive……"

The arrow points to a mountain peak, a straight cliff soaring into the sky.

Just when Chu Mu arrived, he saw with his own eyes several immortal cultivators wearing black robes and covering their faces with cloth scarves walking out of the cliff one after another.

In the mountains behind him, one could still faintly hear the roars coming from the battles. It seemed that the roars had never stopped since he entered the mountains until now.

"Hand it over!"

"Don't think I can't recognize you!"

"Don't run!"

Right before our eyes, a sudden change occurred.

I saw an immortal cultivator who was the first to walk out of the cliff. After coming out, he flew into the sky, and the two immortal cultivators who came out immediately after him roared angrily and flew away with their weapons in the air.

The scene of a chase and an escape suddenly unfolded before his eyes.

The other immortal cultivators who came out later were obviously used to it. Some took the opportunity to follow him, while others were indifferent and left alone.

However, several glances fell on Chu Mu.

Chu Mu glanced at him and pretended to be calm, his expression as usual. Under the "spiritual blessing", there was also an indescribable depth in his eyes that was extremely bluffing.

Under the disguise of the Phantom God mask, it is obviously difficult to see anything unusual.

In a few steps, under the gazes of several eyes, Chu Mu also walked towards the rock wall calmly, and his figure slowly sank into the rock wall with the pace...

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