Mortals cultivate immortality, I have a Chaos Tower

The light of the teleportation talisman gradually dissipated, and Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi suddenly felt dizzy, and then found themselves in a completely unfamiliar place.

There is no moonlight here, and a thin layer of fog surrounds the surroundings, making the entire environment appear mysterious and hazy.

They were standing on a narrow street. The surrounding buildings were of ancient and unique style. The roofs were curved and the walls were covered with ivy and moss, giving people a sense of time gone by.

On both sides of the street, ancient lanterns swayed with a faint light, providing a faint illumination of this mysterious world.

Pedestrians on the street wear a variety of costumes, some wearing weird hats, and some wearing mottled cloaks. Their faces are looming in the mist, as if they are travelers from another time and space.

But without exception, these people either cover their faces with thin veils, or only their eyes are exposed, making it impossible to recognize the true faces of these people.

When these people walk, their steps are light and they make almost no sound, giving people the illusion of walking on the clouds.

Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi looked around alertly and noticed that there were some people setting up stalls on the street.

Various strange items are displayed on these stalls: there are herbs with strange aromas, various strange weapons, and even some strange creatures squirming in cages.

The stall owners’ eyes were cunning and profound, as if they could read the thoughts of everyone who passed by.

Lin Fan whispered to Ximen Zhi: "This should be the legendary ghost market."

There was a hint of curiosity and wariness in his voice.

Ximen Zhi nodded, his eyes full of curiosity, but at the same time he was alert.

They walked slowly along the street, and from time to time they heard the strange cries of stall owners and the whispered conversations of pedestrians. ,

There is an indescribable aroma permeating the air, making people feel both confused and exhilarated.

Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi walked slowly along the streets of the ghost market. From time to time, their eyes were attracted by the various strange objects placed on both sides of the street.

Under the night sky of the ghost market, lanterns swayed and emitted a faint light, illuminating this mysterious and strange street.

A complex and strange scene unfolded before their eyes.

Various medicinal materials and treasures are placed on various stalls, each of which exudes a unique atmosphere.

Lin Fan's eyes were first attracted by some rare medicinal materials, which were extremely valuable to cultivators.

The nine-turn Ganoderma lucidum has a faint luster, the purple ginseng exudes a burst of fragrance, the ice soul flower is cold, the dragon marrow stone shines with a charming light, and the star sand seems to condense the brightest stars in the night sky.

And these are precious materials that are essential for refining the demon-transforming elixir.

Lin Fan looked at these medicinal materials and couldn't help but feel excited.

He knew that if he could obtain these materials, it would be of great help to his cultivation.

In the dim streets of the ghost market, Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi were like two explorers, immersed in this world full of miracles.

The stalls on both sides of the street are filled with various treasures and magical artifacts, each of which exudes a unique atmosphere and light.

These magical instruments not only have different shapes, but also have various functions. They seem to be rare treasures in the world of cultivation.

Lin Fan's eyes shone with excitement and curiosity, and he carefully observed every magical weapon.

Next to each magic weapon, there are instructions related to the magic weapon.

Some treasures are engraved with complex patterns on their surfaces, which seem to contain powerful attack power;

Some magic weapons are surrounded by a faint halo, which is obviously used to enhance defense;

Some even have the magical ability to become invisible or confuse enemies.

Lin Fan couldn't help but be shocked by the profoundness and endless mysteries of the world of cultivation.

The spiritual stones in his hand were enough to purchase these precious items, and the desire to buy in his heart surged like a tide.

Whenever his eyes fall on a special magic weapon, he will carefully study its use and value, and constantly weigh whether to buy it.

At the same time, Ximen Zhi was also deeply attracted by everything in front of him. He sometimes consulted Lin Fan about the uses and values ​​of some treasures and magic weapons, and sometimes he meditated on himself, appearing both curious and cautious.

The two constantly exchanged opinions in this mysterious market, trying to find treasures that would be helpful to their cultivation.

Just when Lin Fan was about to make a large purchase, he suddenly heard a conversation between two passers-by.

The two men were dressed in ordinary clothes, but their auras during their conversation were extraordinary. They were obviously both cultivators with a certain level of cultivation.

The content of their conversation attracted Lin Fan's attention.

In the misty night of the ghost market, Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi were still patrolling various stalls, looking for treasures that could be useful to them.

At this time, a crisp female voice broke the tranquility of the night: "Wow, there are rare treasures here, let's buy some!" The voice was full of excitement and expectation.

Immediately afterwards, a middle-aged man's rich voice responded: "The things here are all fake! If you want to buy the real ones, you have to go to the auction house!" There was a hint of contempt and confidence in the voice.

The woman was obviously surprised by this: "Why do you see it?" Her tone revealed curiosity and confusion.

The middle-aged man said with a disdainful smile: "If nothing else, let's just say that the dragon marrow stone contains the essence of the dragon clan. People like them are not qualified to get it!"

His eyes showed contempt for the vendors and pride in his knowledge.

When Lin Fan and Ximen Zhi heard these words, they couldn't help but stop and looked at each other, with a hint of curiosity in their eyes.

They were a little surprised by the middle-aged man's remarks, and at the same time they were thinking about whether it was true or false.

At this time, the man setting up the stall also heard what the middle-aged man said.

He wanted to get angry, but when he saw the middle-aged man, he seemed to realize that the other person was not an easy person, so he had to suppress his anger.

His eyes were full of hostility and anger. If eyes could kill, this middle-aged man would probably have died thousands of times.

Lin Fan was no stranger to this kind of scene. Such disputes were not uncommon in transactions in the world of cultivation.

He turned to Ximen Zhi and whispered: "Let's follow them and see where the auction house they mentioned is!"