Chapter: 3845

Ning Qi told Bu Shaofeng and his brother and sister, and they nodded quickly.

As soon as he moved, Ning Qi disappeared in front of the two of them and came to the fairytale-like valley. This time when he saw the Holy Concubine Hantian, he directly spent 5,000 dragon-slaying crystals to exchange for the 'Sanwei Zhenyan Body' for her. For the remaining Dragon Slaying Crystals, Ning Qi kept a thousand spares and replaced them all with Azure Water.

One drop of one hundred Dragon Slayer Crystals, Ning Qi exchanged about 150 drops for irrigating the Purple Void Sacred Tree, enough for a period of time.

"Beixuan, be careful outside."

Concubine Hantian looked at Ning Qi with some concern.

"rest assured."

Ning Qi smiled, reached out to help Concubine Hantian comb her hair, and left the field of creation.

On the short journey to the city of the dead, Ning Qi encountered four waves of thieves, and each wave consisted of only four or five people. In the outside world, the Creator of the Four Tribulations has taken refuge in any force at will, so he is afraid that he will not have the resources for cultivation?

However, in places like the City of the Dead, where cultivation resources are poor, if they don't grab them, let alone cultivation, it will be difficult to ensure that the cultivation base will not regress after a long time.

Soon, the three of them arrived at the gate of the city of the dead, and there was a faint smell of decay coming from the wall made of dense white bones. There were eight monks at the gate, squatting, standing or lying down bored, when they saw the three of Ning Qi When they arrived, one of them stood up and gave Ning Qi and the other three strange looks.

"How did you get here?"

That monk was not a human monk, he had a locust-like head, and under the black robe, there were more than a dozen arms faintly visible.

He spoke the language of the human race, and his accent was a bit weird. It sounded like his mouth was leaking. If you didn't listen carefully, you wouldn't even be able to understand what this guy was saying.

"Come here."

Ning Qi laughed.

"Come here?"

The foreign cultivator glanced at Ning Qi suspiciously, then looked into the distance, muttering to himself, how could someone let them go to the city of the dead with this combination?

However, since the three of Ning Qi have arrived in front of the city of the dead, according to the unwritten rules, they have no reason to stop Ning Qi, and they don't need to register. After all, many monks are hiding here because they have offended big shots.

Many of the monks offended even the terrifying existence of the Seven Great Sects, including the Lord of the Dead City, so naturally there was no need to register their identities.

Here, as long as the fist is big enough and the relationship with the city lord is good, you can do whatever you want, and no one cares about killing people at will!

"go in."

"Thank you."

Passing through the city wall made up of bones and walking into the city of the dead, it suddenly becomes clear to the eyes. The city of the dead is very lively, which is not much more than that of Dafang City in the wilderness. In this place, apart from the Creator, there are more refining Cultivators of Qi Rank, Fighting Alchemy Realm, Immortal Life Realm, and Faxiang Realm.

Brothers and sisters like Bu Shaofeng, after entering the city of the dead, their cultivation levels are not very conspicuous. After all, among the monks walking on the streets here, there are also half-step good fortune and early stage monks in the realm of law.

"Senior, these monks are all born in the city of the dead, and most of their activities are outside the city of the dead. They can be regarded as local aborigines."

Bu Shaofeng said in a low voice.

Ning Qi nodded, and his eyes suddenly fell on a shop not far away. At this moment, the shopkeeper with the cultivation of the alchemy realm was handing a plate of bright red skulls to the customers, which contained pink and tender brains. The skull is not big, it is estimated that it looks like a child of one or two years old.

Ning Qi's eyes changed slightly, and he glanced at Bu Shaofeng, "What does that store sell?"

Bu Shaofeng glanced at the shop with a hint of disgust in his eyes, and Bu Qingshi was no exception.

"Senior, the monks here have all sorts of disgusting hobbies. The owner of this store has done a deed of conscience in order to cater to these monks. However, it is quite common for the monks here. Those brains , all of which are selected from human children aged one to two years old, the shop owner controls at least a thousand human women, and gives birth to many children for him every year..."