When he saw this, Immortal Wang's brows furrowed. He walked into a shop.
The shop was not big and the shelves were filled with all kinds of magic tools, from low level to high level magic tools. The shopkeeper was a middle aged man with a clean face and a cultivation of qi refining stage eleven.
"Martial Uncle, what do you want to buy? Do you want me to introduce it to you? "The middle aged man said with a smile.
"I don't want to buy anything. I want to ask you something. Is the Yin Ghost Cave really going to close?" Wang Changsheng shook his head and asked directly.
"I heard a lot of people say that it is going to close. It seems that a few Ghost Kings and Zombie Kings have appeared. According to the past, it will take a year and a half before it opens again." The middle aged man replied truthfully.
Hearing this, Wang Changsheng nodded and walked out with a bit of disappointment.
The spiritual herbs he had picked could at most be exchanged for two thousand contribution points. It was only enough to exchange for a level two poisonous spider. The Yin Ghost Cave would only open in a year and a half. He could not guarantee that the Septic Blood Technique would not act up in this year and a half. He needed to obtain a large amount of contribution points in a short period of time.
"It seems that I can only participate in the Tianmo Conference." Wang Changsheng secretly thought to himself.
After using the transportation formation to return to the hexagonal pavilion, Wang Changsheng went to the Ten Thousand Corpses Peak and used five thousand spirit stones to buy five bronze armored corpses.
After that, Wang Changsheng went to the Duty Hall and bought a high level corpse bag and changed his residence.
As soon as he opened the courtyard door, Han Li immediately came forward and respectfully said, "Disciple greets Master."
"I have changed my residence. Dig out all the Condensed Fireworks and tidy them up. I will bring you to the new residence." Wang Changsheng nodded and instructed.
"Disciple obeys." Han Li did not have the slightest doubt and readily agreed.
Very quickly, Han Li dug out all the Condensed Fireworks.
Wang Changsheng released the green disc and carried Han Li to the horizon.
A quarter of an hour later, Wang Changsheng arrived in the air above a several hundred zhang tall mountain.
After looking around, Wang Changsheng controlled the green disc to land in a courtyard halfway up the mountain.
This courtyard was about five to six acres in size. In addition to an exquisite pavilion that was about fifty to sixty feet high, there were five to six stone houses.
"Pick a room and stay in it. Plant these Spirit Herbs and take good care of them. Don't run around if there's nothing important. Oh right, this bottle of Qi Nourishing Pills is for you. While you're taking care of the Spirit Herbs, don't forget to cultivate. Don't let others say that my disciple is a disappointment." Wang Changsheng gave a few instructions, then handed the bottle of Qi Nourishing Pills and a dozen or so Spirit Herbs to Han Li.
"Yes, Master. Disciple will definitely take good care of these elixirs and not disappoint Master," Han Li nodded and said gratefully.
The attic had two floors and a basement. It was fully furnished.
After closing the door, Wang Changsheng activated the restrictive spell of the cave and walked into the basement.
The basement was fifty to sixty feet in size. The ceiling was inlaid with some moonstones, illuminating the stone room.
Wang Changsheng took off the corpse bag from his waist, threw it forward, and hit a spell on it. Suddenly, a thick black fog mixed with gusts of cold wind rushed out of the bag. In the blink of an eye, it occupied more than half of the stone room.
After the black fog dissipated, five zombies in bronze armor with closed eyes and shriveled faces appeared in front of Wang Changsheng.
Wang Changsheng took out a purple gourd and poured the black liquid inside into a wooden basin. Then, he cut his arm and dripped a lot of blood into the wooden basin.
With Wang Changsheng's chanting, the black liquid in the wooden basin spun quickly.
Not long after, Wang Changsheng stopped chanting and hit a few spells on the black liquid in the wooden basin.
The black liquid suddenly flew out of the wooden basin and floated in the air. After rolling for a while, it condensed into five mysterious black marks.
"Go," Wang Changsheng pointed at the five bronze-armored corpses. The five black marks floating in the air flew towards the five corpses and accurately sank into the heads of the five zombies.
After Wang Changsheng fed the five bronze-armored corpses some blood, he put them back into the corpse bag.
Speaking of which, the Heavenly Corpse Great Art in Wang Changsheng's hands recorded many kinds of corpse refining techniques. Among them, the "Heavenly Corpse" was the most powerful. Unfortunately, it was impossible to refine a zombie without at least a year and a half. He could only give up what was near and seek what was far away, going to the Ten Thousand Corpses Peak to buy a Bronze Armored Corpse.
Wang Changsheng took out the jade slip that recorded the control of zombies and checked it.
Early the next morning, Wang Changsheng went out of the courtyard and flew to the Sky Capital Peak on his magic tool.
Not long after, Wang Changsheng arrived at a tall black mountain peak.
The Sky Capital Peak was six to seven thousand feet high. From halfway up the mountain, he could see layers of faint black fog.
The mountain was covered with large and small pavilions and courtyards. At the top of the mountain was a wide platform that was more than ten acres in size. It was paved with grey-white stones, clean and tidy.
On the platform were twenty black stone rings that were a thousand feet in size.
In front of the platform was a thirty feet high, grand hall. On the left was a row of simple black buildings, and on the right was a row of simple stone houses.
At this time, dozens of Underworld Corpse Sect disciples were gathered on the platform. All of them were Foundation Establishment Cultivators. Among these people, the lowest cultivation was Foundation Establishment Middle Stage, and the highest was Foundation Establishment Peak Stage.
It seemed that many people were willing to participate in the Heavenly Demon Conference under the stimulation of ten thousand contribution points.
Wang Changsheng found a place to sit cross-legged and closed his eyes to rest.
After a while, a dignified voice sounded in Wang Changsheng's ears, "Little fellows who are participating in the selection, come here and draw lots. You will fight by drawing lots."
As soon as the voice fell, Wang Changsheng opened his eyes and stood up.
A black-robed old man with a withered face stood on one of the battle rings. In front of him was a black bamboo tube with dozens of bamboo sticks inside. The dozens of disciples who were participating in the selection lined up and drew a bamboo stick one by one.
Seeing this, Wang Changsheng also joined the line.
Not long after, Wang Changsheng arrived in front of the old man in the black robe. He drew a bamboo stick from the black bamboo tube with the word "three" written on it, which represented the third ring.
"You will fight in the ring according to the number you draw. You can forfeit. Let me remind you, no matter whether you have grudges or not, you are still brothers of the same sect. Don't overdo it and don't kill. Violators will be punished severely." At the end of his words, the old man in the black robe's eyes flashed fiercely.
"Yes, Martial Uncle," the disciples said in unison with a chill in their hearts.
After that, everyone walked to the ring they had drawn.
Wang Changsheng's opponent was a tall and thin middle-aged man with a Foundation Establishment Middle Stage cultivation.
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