The shuttle was also ten meters long. It was gray and black all over, like the color of black iron. Its style was also very ordinary, but Chu Mu could tell that it was not an ordinary shuttle. Its surface defensive power could at least resist the attack of a Nine-star Saint expert.
In fact, whether it was the shuttle used by Long Yunkong or the one Chu Mu got after killing Luo Zhongxu, although the color was different, many of the materials were the same. They all used silver stone, which had amazing defensive power and could resist the attack of a Nine-star Saint expert.
The shuttle was driven by Deacon Yang, and Chu Mu sat in it. It was very comfortable.
Deacon Yang drove the shuttle and did not speak. Chu Mu sat in the shuttle at ease, feeling the shuttle moving forward rapidly. He gradually calmed down and began to comprehend the skill of combining strength.
Now, he had mastered the ninth level of sword power vibration. In this aspect, he only needed to spend some time to strengthen it. Next, as long as he fully mastered the skill of combining strength, his attack power would immediately improve a lot.
Time flew. It felt like seven or eight days had passed, and the shuttle stopped.
"Put this on," Deacon Yang said. Said Deacon Yang. He took out a black mask and handed it to Chu Mu, "It can cover your face and conceal your aura fluctuation."
Chu Mu nodded and took the mask. He scanned it with his Divine Soul Power. This mask was indeed specially used to hide one's aura and cover one's face. After putting it on, even if it was someone familiar, they would not be able to recognize him.
It had to be said that the black market was very well-prepared.
Because some transactions in the black market were shameful, such as selling stolen goods. If someone knew one's face and aura and found out one's identity, it was very likely that one would be retaliated against. If one's face and aura were hidden, one would not know who the other party was.
Of course, this was actually a kind of benefit for the holder of the black market token.
It could be said that being led by a deacon and given a mask was a kind of benefit. Ordinary people who entered the black market did not have such treatment at all.
It should be known that the Black Market had been developing for a long time, and its influence was enormous. However, it had never shown itself to the world. That was because the Black Market was the Black Market, and the total amount of Black Market Orders that the Black Market had issued over countless years was less than 10,000 yuan.
Currently, there were only about 50 Black Market Tokens in the entire Bloodbath City. The Black Market Tokens in the other four cities were not far behind. However, the number of people who entered the Black Market was unknown. Only a small number of people were qualified to enjoy the VIP treatment of the Black Market.
After putting on the mask and walking out of the shuttle, Chu Mu was surrounded by desolation, and he couldn't tell where he was.
Not far away, there was a simple mud house. Deacon Yang led Chu Mu into the mud house. There were two people inside. They were both seven-star Saints.
"Deacon Yang, you've brought someone here again. Which esteemed guest is this?" The skinnier one glanced at Chu Mu. He couldn't see what Chu Mu looked like, nor could he distinguish Chu Mu's aura and cultivation, so he asked with a smile.
"That's not important." Deacon Yang said, "Open the door."
"Okay." The two people seemed to know Deacon Yang's temperament. Hearing her answer, they didn't show the slightest bit of displeasure. Immediately, they made a hand seal to open the mechanism, and a part of the ground cracked open.
"Let's go." Deacon Yang said to Chu Mu and jumped down. Chu Mu also jumped down. Immediately after, the cracked ground closed. It looked the same as before, without the slightest flaw. If someone didn't know, they definitely wouldn't know that the ground could be cracked open.
"Looks like another person who borrowed the Black Market Token." When only the two of them were left, the skinnier one laughed.
"Yes. Otherwise, Deacon Yang wouldn't have answered like that." The fatter one also laughed.
The two of them knew Deacon Yang very well. Therefore, from Deacon Yang's answer, they could tell whether the person who held the Black Market Token was the original owner or the person who borrowed it. However, there was nothing strange about it. Anyway, the Black Market only recognized the token, not the person. Talking was just a kind of pleasure for them to guard this place.
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His body continued to fall. Chu Mu calculated that it would take him a thousand meters before he landed. In other words, this black market was at least a thousand meters underground. Speaking of which, this was a huge investment. Chu Mu also believed the rumor that the black market was transformed from a sinner's cave to be true. There was an eighty to ninety percent chance that it was true.
The surroundings were spacious, and the light was dim. The sky was at least a hundred meters high.
They didn't enter the Black Market directly. As Deacon Yang walked forward, they arrived in front of a black door. Deacon Yang took out a token and someone immediately arranged a carriage for them.
Chu Mu followed and observed the whole process. Deacon Yang didn't have any intention of explaining. Chu Mu understood her attitude and naturally didn't ask.
The carriage flew past quickly. Chu Mu sat in the carriage and saw the outside world through the window. There were many stalls on both sides of the street. The stalls were either empty, or there were two or three people bargaining. These people's cultivation bases weren't low. They were at least at the Fifth Sky of the Wangu Realm. Most of them were at the Sixth Sky of the Wangu Realm, and there were many at the Seventh Sky of the Wangu Realm. As for the Eighth and Ninth Sky of the Wangu Realm, he couldn't see any of them.
After riding the horse-drawn carriage for about an hour, it entered a completely black palace before stopping.
"This is the center of the Black Market. It's called the Black Temple." Deacon Yang said. Chu Mu nodded, but he was a little speechless. Black Temple, black shop, this name is really ridiculous.
Walking into the Black Temple, Chu Mu didn't see the same stalls outside. Instead, he saw many shops. Each shop looked extraordinary.
It was obvious that it wasn't easy to own a shop in the Black Temple. This was also the treatment of the Black Market Token.
Because the stalls outside the Black Temple could be attacked at any time. If one wasn't strong enough, they would be killed and robbed. The transactions inside the Black Temple were protected.
But under normal circumstances, it wasn't easy to enter the Black Temple. One had to check one's wealth. Without a certain amount of wealth, one wouldn't be qualified to enter the Black Temple. Other than that, one had to have the Black Market Token.
With the Black Market Token, Chu Mu was led by the deacon, which naturally saved him a lot of trouble.
At this time, Chu Mu saw a group of cultivators in black armor with long swords at their waists striding past. A gust of wind blew. There were ten people in total. Chu Mu knew from the aura of the leader that he was an Eight-star Saint. The other nine were Seven-star Saints.
The leader glanced at Chu Mu and Deacon Yang. When he saw Deacon Yang, he nodded slightly as a greeting.
These people's eyes were cold, as if there were no emotional fluctuations. They were like machines, and their bodies were surrounded by cold murderous intent, which was tempered by countless life-and-death battles.
They were the guards of the Black Temple. Whoever dared to make trouble in the Black Temple would be waiting for the swords of the Black Temple guards.
Here, even the people of the five City Lord Mansions couldn't do anything because this was the Black Temple of the Black Market. It had its own rules.
Deacon Yang also nodded to the guard captain.
At this time, another person entered the Black Temple. It was also a woman, but she was leading two masked people.
"Yang Liu, I didn't expect to see you again." As soon as the woman entered the Black Temple, her eyes first glanced at the guards of the Black Temple. When she saw Deacon Yang, her eyes suddenly lit up. She immediately strode over and appeared in front of Deacon Yang. She seemed to be friendly, and her eyes flashed. She glanced at Chu Mu's face as if she wanted to see through Chu Mu.
"Song Ling, I don't have time to talk to you. Get out of the way," Yang Liu said coldly.
"Don't be like this. After all, we are senior and junior sisters. We haven't seen each other for a few years. We should catch up." Song Ling laughed coquettishly. Her tone seemed to be very friendly, but Chu Mu could see that there had probably been some conflict between Song Ling and Deacon Yang.
Moreover, it seemed that Deacon Yang had suffered under Song Ling's hands.
However, this had nothing to do with him, as long as it didn't interfere with his transaction.
"Yang Liu, this is the person you brought, right?" Song Ling's gaze landed on Chu Mu. "I wonder who you brought this time? Is it the same as the last time, a mid-level Saint with no status? "
Yangliu's face sank. Last time, a few years ago, she had brought someone to the Black Temple. That person's cultivation base was at the peak of the Fifth Celestial Layer, and the Black Market Token was lent to him for temporary use. But when he came to the Black Temple, he was only able to trade some ordinary things. Things that could be sold in a stall outside the Black Temple were very cheap.
One had to know that the transactions in the Black Temple were usually for relatively valuable treasures.
Fine, if it was cheap, then so be it. It didn't matter if others didn't know. The problem was that Song Ling had brought someone to the Black Temple, and the two of them happened to be in the same shop. In the end, Song Ling found out and laughed at them.
Speaking of which, Yang Liu and Song Ling could be considered sisters from the same sect. However, due to some reasons, the two of them had a conflict in the past. At that time, Yang Liu had the upper hand, and Song Ling was at a disadvantage. After that, Song Ling hated Yang Liu.
Unexpectedly, they both became deacons of the Black Market. The Black Market had a rule that people in the Black Market were not allowed to kill each other. Therefore, Song Ling attacked Yang Liu in various ways to take revenge on her. Entering the Black Temple was also a method compared to the value of the person she brought.
Until now, Yang Liu had been attacked by Song Ling three times. Naturally, she was very unhappy and wanted to take revenge. Unfortunately, she didn't find the right opportunity to do so.
"Song Ling, the grudges between us have been over for so many years. It should be enough." Yang Liu said, her voice filled with anger. "Moreover, what happened back then was not my fault. The result was not something I could have predicted."
"I have already let go of what happened back then. Now, I just want to reminisce about the past with my junior sister." Song Ling was unmoved. She was still smiling. It was obvious that she wasn't going to let it go.
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