Li Changqing seemed to have deliberately let Wang An experience here alone, but he only helped Wang An find an inn to live. After paying the spirit stone for half a year, he left without saying anything.

After settled down, Wang An walked out of the inn gate for the first time.

The Magic Night City is ancient, vicissitudes and spacious. Five or six carriages can be walked side by side on each street. The street is covered with a kind of green steel, moss, floors, and ruts unique to the world of cultivation, which swore the silent years here.

There are many shops on both sides of the street, making talismans, elixirs, and refining weapons, all available.

Occasionally, these shops will see mortals, but they are very rare; there are not many monks coming and going on the streets, and most of them are monks with foundation-building and golden elixir cultivation.

Everyone was in a hurry, with a look of alertness, and a powerful evil aura appeared on their bodies.

"Fellow Taoist, where is the Alchemist Association?" At this time, Wang An walked into a store selling pills and suddenly grabbed the other party while the clerk was free and asked.

"Alchemist Association? You are new to you, don't know this? It's at the end of the street, don't bother me." The clerk is also a foundation-building monk, about 20 years old, staring at Wang An impatiently.

"Thank you, fellow Taoist!" Although the other party's attitude was not good, Wang An still squeezed out a smile and thanked him.

The three major associations of the Dan Talisman Formation also have points here. The three major associations do not participate in the fight, so they have a smooth life here, but there are very few people who are willing to come here.

Looking at the somewhat dilapidated and sparsely populated hall in front of him, Wang An thought he had gone to the wrong place.

An old man in his early fifties was drowsy on a counter.

"Dudu... Is this the Alchemist Association here?" Wang An knocked on the table with a hesitant look on his face.

"What little guy is doing? This is the Alchemist Association!" As if Wang An disturbed him, the old man glared at Wang An and asked.

"I need some information about the Magic Night City..." Wang An didn't say nonsense, and after a palm, a token of a senior alchemist appeared on the table.

"This... this is... haha, it turns out that fellow Taoist is his own person, so it's easy to say." When this man saw this token certified by the Alchemist Association, he was shocked when he saw Wang An's age.

In the end, Wang An got a lot of records about the core of the Demon Night City as he wished.

...

There is a huge trading hall in Magic Night City, which is very lively every day.

Transactions, mission releases, teaming...

The foundation-building monks here basically form a team to gather two or three people to leave the city, but Wang Anyi is bold and goes out of the city alone.

This time, Wang An went to the place where he went to the Magic Mist Jungle. In the information obtained by the Alchemist Association, he recorded that this place was an ancient battlefield. Various magic weapons fragments and rare elixirs would appear when entering the site.

At the same time, there is a rich yin energy in the mountains and forests, and a strange gray fog. It is said that the fog in the depths can easily make monks lose themselves, get confused, and finally lose themselves under the sharp claws of monsters.

I can't stand the temptations of a large number of monsters, spiritual resources, and ancient ruins here. Countless monks come to Taobao every day.

Monsters appear here, and they are basically third-level monsters, so many foundation-building monks will come here to hunt monsters in exchange for spirit stones.

"Little guy, where are you going? Hand over the spirit stones on your body, otherwise you will be sent to the West."

When Wang An was about to reach the Demon Fog Jungle, two mid-stage foundation-building monks in their early thirties stopped him. The two of them were full of murderous aura and held a Pu sword with a flashing light in their hands.

"Haha, what if I don't?" Wang An looked at the two of them and a chuckled.

"Brother, I'm not mistaken. This little guy is actually laughing and dealing with it?" The younger monk suddenly spoke.

"Hmph, since that's the case, then go and die!" Another evil-looking man with a very short eyebrows. He attacked Wang An after a disagreement.

"Haha, you deserve to be unlucky today!"

Just as the other party's spiritual light transformed into overlapping sword shadows and enveloped him, Wang An finally moved.

"The sunset in the long river!"

Wang An whispered, and his hands quickly formed mysterious magic tricks.

The vast desert is crisscrossing and winding rivers, and the sunset rolling in the dim sky.

A mysterious scroll suddenly appeared in front of the other side, and a strange Taoist rhyme was flowing.

"Brother, what is this?"

The moment the two people on the opposite side saw Wang An take action, a powerful sense of crisis suddenly emerged in their hearts, and the young man murmured with an uneasy look on his face.

"Boom!"

It was said that it was soon, and then it was late, and the scroll rolled, directly covering the big swords that shone everywhere in the cold light, covering the two fierce men.

Under the surprised expression of the two, the spirit sword retreated with one blow, and they fell directly into the strange scroll. A strange Taoist rhyme was formed leisurely. The dull sunset and the boundless desert seemed to have arrived in a desert world in the blink of an eye.

Seeing their eyes suddenly appear dull, Wang An was delighted, pointed his fingers and turned a flying sword, and the sword energy spread across the sky. His two heads suddenly flew out, and blood spilled all over the sky.

Wang An did not change his face, so he went up for a while to grop, and then put away two storage bags. Then he bounced his fingers and a flame fell on the corpse, leaving only two piles of ashes in the spot.

When Wang An left, he turned around and looked at the vast woods behind him, with a strange smile in his eyes.

"Oh no, I've been discovered!"

"This... this is really a fierce man. It seemed like an illusion just now!"

"When did such a fierce man come to the foundation building, killing the same level is like slaughtering a dog!"

"Forget it, don't follow the other party anymore. The other party is obviously demonstrating to us."

After leaving, Wang An disappeared in the forest, at least more than ten foundation-building monks were hidden in the place they just looked at, as if they were following him.

With Wang An's spiritual sense that he is more perfect than the Golden Pill, and with the Hundred Herbs and Thousand Flowers Art that has huge advantages in communicating plants, these people have long been discovered by Wang An.

This time, using Thunder to deal with the two young men, it was actually a warning to these people.

...

The magic mist jungle has finally arrived!

At first glance, the ancient trees and sky were filled with spiritual energy and white mist, and there seemed to be no danger on the outside.

A black turtle crawling on one shoulder, tall and average-looking monk in a green robe suddenly appeared in the magic fog jungle. This person was Wang An!

"Xiao Jin, please help me see if there are treasures here?" Wang An stood outside the demon fog jungle, and sent a voice to Xiao Jin with a thought.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Jin turned over and rushed into the forest, and Wang An followed him into the woods.

As soon as he entered the demon fog jungle, Wang An's face changed slightly. He suddenly realized that the spiritual energy here seemed very rich, and it was very spotty. It seemed to have yin energy inside, and it seemed to have demonic energy.

"There seems to be something particularly mysterious here, and I can't see through this place at all." Xiao Jin flew back suddenly and sent a message to Wang An in a little discouraged manner.

As we gradually deepened, we finally met other monks. When the monks here met, they all looked alert and walked away very quickly.

Gradually, Wang An felt that walking in the mysterious magic fog jungle seemed to have a hint of anxiety. There was indeed a mysterious aura in the fog, which made you very likely to have hallucinations.

"Go ahead, there's something good in front!"

At this time, Xiao Jin, who had been lying on Wang An's shoulder, suddenly urged Wang An.

After walking for more than a hundred meters, Wang An moved the Hundred Herbs and Thousand Flowers Art, and a hint of joy suddenly appeared in his eyes.

"Tsk tsk, there is actually a green frost grass that is five hundred years old here." Wang An moved and appeared directly next to several shrubs the next moment.

I saw a plant as big as a three-grass under the shrub, like a bamboo-like plant. Each leaf had a faint white mist, and there was a powerful spiritual energy lingering on the green grass.

At first glance, the green grass grows vigorously and powerfully, and the breath of time is flowing.

Green Frost Grass is a high-level spiritual medicine, which is very rare outside. It can refine a pill called Changqing Dan. This pill is very helpful for cultivators to overcome the inner demon tribulation.

As far as Wang An knows, in the Valley of Medicine King, there are only about ten green frost grasses that are more than 500 years old, and they are very precious.

Before Wang An could take action, Xiao Jin flashed and flew directly to the green frost grass.

It was almost time to go, and at this moment, a green light suddenly appeared in the air, and the demonic wind was coming in full force.

"Shit..."

I saw a green snake all over the body, the thickness of his thumb, suddenly appeared next to the green frosty grass, and opened his mouth and sprayed a mouthful of green mist at Xiao Jin.

Xiao Jin seemed to be ready for it, and her figure blurred and disappeared the next moment.

The green mist floated in the air, and a fishy smell came to your nose. The shrubs around them withered in an instant when they encountered the fog.

"This... this is the Green Ghost Python, a third-level spirit beast!" Wang An's face was moved when he saw circling in front of the green frost grass, constantly swallowing and spitting out snake letters, staring at his monster at all times.

The Green Ghost Python has a very fast speed and has a developed poison gland. Like the venom sprayed by this adult green ghost snake, it can greatly reduce the magic weapon and spiritual energy of the Golden Pill monk at a glance. If there is no poison-avoiding treasure, as long as it is stained with its venom, it will undoubtedly die.

"Hehe, this little guy came at the right time."

Wang An thought of it, and a smug smile suddenly appeared on his originally serious face.

The next moment, he raised his arm and a dark golden bracelet appeared in the air.

As he muttered something in his mouth, his hand hit the ring of thousands of beasts, and the ring of thousands of beasts dripped, and runes around him flashed, and a strange aura gradually flowed in all directions.

Just as Wang An sacrificed the ring of Ten Thousand Beasts, a look of surprise appeared in the eyes of the green ghost python opposite him.

"go!"
Chapter completed!