The corners of the auctioneer's maid's lips curled up.
Great, one took the bait.
Amidst the uproar in the hall, her clear voice continued: "Three square spiritual roots are worth three immortality orders, but is there anyone who continues to increase the price?"
Ying Xiu's face was livid, and a dark evil aura surged between his eyebrows, making his handsome face look a bit cold and terrifying.
He slammed his fist on the table, teacups flew everywhere, and his chest heaved heavily. His eyes were red with anger, and he lost his usual gentlemanly demeanor. He suddenly stood up and pushed out the door.
"Bang!!!" With a heavy sound, the two wooden doors of the wing were pushed to pieces.
Ying Xiu looked at the young man in white sitting in the room with a sullen expression, and said angrily: "Shen Zhiyu, if you don't want to be your Crown Prince of the Guyin Kingdom, and why you came here specifically to harm my Crown Prince, you have such a shame! "
The two personal maids beside the young man in white were not nearby. He was sitting here alone, slowly sipping cold tea.
Hearing the furious questioning voice, he slowly raised his pale gray eyes and glanced at Ying Xiu. His eyes were slightly longer, his facial features were cold, and his eyes were as cold as a winter night.
"Who are you?" His voice was just like his person, cold and inhumane.
Ying Xiu sneered: "Prince Zhongyou, Ying Xiu, what's wrong? You have forgotten this old friend of mine so quickly."
"Prince Zhongyou?" Shen Jibai's expression was distant and flat, and his tone could not be called sarcastic, but it was extremely harsh in Ying Xiu's ears.
"What kind of prince are you?"
Ying Xiu was furious and laughed angrily: "Shen Zhiyu, do you really think that this prince's temperament is made of clay? Don't think that I should respect you once you become the prince of the Ancient Yin Kingdom.
It was you who repaid kindness with hatred and almost killed me. Why do you still have the nerve to say such things now? "
Shen Jibai sipped the tea, exuding a repulsive attitude: "You are not made of clay, but made of paper."
Yingxiu didn't understand what he meant, he just thought he was trying to ridicule himself, and felt slightly confused.
Could it be that he knew about the embarrassing idea between him and Du Yicui? Do you know that his body becomes soft when it touches water?
Otherwise, why would you say that he is papery?
"Shen Zhiyu!" Ying Xiu became angry with embarrassment.
Shen Jibai's patience was worn out by him. He put down the cup, dropped his arms to the side of the seat, turned the wheel under the seat, and then changed his body to face the window and his back to Ying Xiu.
A few strands of fine forehead hair hung lonely between his dark and cold brows. He covered his lips and coughed twice. A sickly temperament came out, and he seemed a little unable to speak:
"Your voice sounds really annoying. That person will never call himself Prince in front of me. The name Zhiyu is not what you should call him. If you are rude again, I will find a way to shut you up." Mouth."
Ying Xiu originally planned to remember their childhood friendship and save some face for him, but his desolate look really made people angry.
He looked sideways at the old evil slave and ordered: "Show him his color, and remember to be cautious in your actions. After all, he is blind and lame now, so he cannot withstand your heavy hand."
The old slave doesn't care whether the prince is a prince or not. Since he is a murderer, cruelty has been engraved in his bones. Since the master has given the order, he just has to enjoy it.
Hands as pale as chicken claws slowly poked out from his sleeves. The speed seemed slow, but they reached the back of Shen Jibai's neck in an instant.
Several pale corpse worms protruded from the black nails. The corpse worms were like threads. The head split into a mouth and made a hissing sound. They were about to break through the flesh and enter to taste the blood of the immortal heir!
Shen Ji turned his head and didn't look back. A hint of impatient coldness finally flashed in his eyes. He raised his fingers like a puppeteer, and as his fingers moved dexterously, the air in the room suddenly dropped.
A figure flashed out from his left sleeve as fast as lightning. The shadow was hard to catch, and the air was filled with the cold light of autumn water.
The thin, scholar-like wrist moved up and down, and the murderous ghost's probing movements were suddenly forced to a standstill. In an instant, blood marks appeared on the old ghost's throat, wrists, and eyebrows, as if they had been cut open by three small, sharp objects.
The blood that spurted out quickly burned into bits of ice flames.
The burning blood beads flowed back towards the old ghost. In an instant, before he even had time to feel fear, a thick layer of frost formed all over his body.
In the frost, there was an extremely terrifying blue sword fire burning. This murderer, known as the strongest killer in Jidao Pavilion, was wiped out in the blink of an eye by Ying Xiu.
"Creak... creak..."
The sound of the puppet's limbs twisting.
Looking behind Shen Jihan's jade-like figure, there is a small puppet hanging in the air. The puppet is sculpted vividly, and its features and eyes actually look a bit like his Yingxiu?
The puppet is a dead thing, but it is controlled by Shen Jihan. The faint light of the spiritual roots on the chest is faintly visible, and the joints of the limbs can even clearly see the trajectory of the flickering operation of the spiritual power nodes.
The little man holds a toothpick-sized sword in his hand, which looks a bit cute.
But the blue and cold sword fire lingering between the blades is not cute at all.
Ying Xiu's eyes widened, his scalp was numb, and a bone-deep chill rushed up his back: "What... what is this?"
The evil ghosts coming out of Jidao Pavilion have the terrifying strength to transcend the tribulation realm.
But just in the blink of an eye, it was wiped away like dust by the wind.
As Shen Jibai's fingertips moved lightly, ten luminous and invisible threads intertwined with each other. The little doll's arms hung down as if the strength of the joints had been removed, and it was put into his arms with its head tilted.
Shen Jibai arched his back slightly and suppressed two low coughs. His eyebrows slightly furrowed as if in pain. His long black hair hung down on his thin cheeks, giving him a pale and sharp edge.
He held the small doll in his arms, his light gray eyes full of indifference: "I'm really sorry, I'm a blind and lame guy, it's easy to kill you."
Ying Xiu's fingers were cold and his body was trembling slightly: "You...you dare-"
call out--
A sharp roar cut through the light and shadow. As soon as Ying Xiu finished speaking, his left arm was penetrated by a thin line as thin as a hair, and a spiritual node between his arms was crushed by silver wire.
Ying Xiu felt pain in her heart, covering her arms and looking at him in horror.
Shen Jibai said lightly: "Don't you dare? What do you think I'm afraid of?"
Ying Xiu was breathing heavily, and his eyes were like fire.
Shen Jibai said softly: "The merits that Queen Houtu asked for for you are not easy to come by. It's fine if you don't cherish them. You also made a private spiritual contract with the evil ghost in Jidao Pavilion to let him go free. If you let Queen If I know this, I will definitely regret creating you."
create?
Hearing this word, Ying Xiu frowned and snorted coldly: "I am the prince of Zhongyou, in charge of one hundred thousand ghost soldiers in Zhongyou. I have formed a spiritual contract with Belido, and he has been used by me, with the power of my blood. How can he be considered free if he is suppressed and disciplined?”
"Ha." Shen Jibai's smile was a little contemptuous, but also had some subtle pity.
He flicked the small sword in the hand of the puppet with his fingertips, and said: "This sword is called Chaos Shen, and it is specially designed to kill demons and ghosts stained with blood and cause and effect. If he hadn't found them along the way and fed up the evil cause of human blood, this sword would have cut out all the evil spirits." The sword fire will not be so powerful."
"This is impossible! With my prince holding the spiritual contract, it is impossible for him to..."
Shen Jibai's eyes narrowed, sharp as a knife: "With your thin Zhongyou bloodline, the spiritual contract formed is as brittle as paper. You can't even keep your Xu Seal, and you still want to try to suppress the hungry ghost Pelido?"
"Yingxiu?" He smiled coldly: "Empress Houtu gave you the surname Ying, and Yingzi is hidden in her sleeves. She respects nature and protects life, but you act without any scruples! Disrespect life! You are self-willed! Release hungry ghosts privately, causing harm to the world. Innocent people are being eaten, Yingxiu, I think you, the Prince of Zhongyou, are almost done."
Ying Xiu said angrily: "It's not your turn to question whether I can become the Crown Prince of Zhongyou or not!"
"You are really unrepentant." Shen Jibai seemed to feel a little tired, and said in a surprising way: "The real prince of Zhongyou, the sword hidden in a hundred miles! Just lie down below, you are just a clown."
Ying Xiu laughed angrily, really feeling that he was extremely ridiculous: "Do you think I will believe your nonsense?"
Shen Jibai said: "Everyone in the You Emperor's family has the Purple You Xuan blood in their body, which can make thousands of ghosts come to court, and the heroes and spirits will respect each other! Yingxiu, do you think you have such a thing?"
Ying Xiu's face was suffocated, and his heart seemed to be penetrated by something cold for a moment, and there was a faint chill down his spine.
He was right. He had practiced the art of the secret sword for two hundred years and had been trying to awaken the purple blood, but the bloodline that symbolized the Zhongyou Emperor's family had never been found.
Is it possible that he really has a brother who inherited the power of purple blood?
Purple blood symbolizes the noble bloodline of Emperor You, and only one person in the Emperor's family will inherit it.
Ying Xiu was in a state of confusion and managed to calm down: "What's so strange about this? Although I am my mother's son, I am not a pure-blooded Zhongyou after all. Half of my body is still filled with heavenly blood. The bloodline of the Xi Sword Sect is a bit thinner and has not yet awakened, so there is nothing strange about it!"
He calmed down and clenched his fists: "You said that the corpse is that of Prince Zhongyou. Who in the world would believe it? Who among the people in Zhongyou would recognize him?! If he was really my brother, how could he die in such an unknown way? Not white.”
"What a lot of nonsense." Shen Jibai said indifferently: "When I open the coffin and conduct an autopsy, everything will become clear."
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In the underground darkroom, a total of 1,500 blind boxes were arranged neatly in front of Balian's eyes.
"Are all the monsters that Yulou is going to auction tonight here?"
"Yes guest."
"Unboxing."
Seeing how eager he was, the maid who was guiding Balian couldn't help but pursed her lips and smiled. Without showing off, she handed a thick spiritual deed directly to Balian, then raised her hand to untie the talisman and open the box.
With the spiritual contract in hand, he is not afraid of the riots of these terrible monsters.
The talismans on the blind boxes fell off one after another, and the four boxes spread out, revealing all kinds of monsters.
The monsters that can enter the Yulou auction are basically great monsters that have lived for thousands of years. They are all hunted by Celestial Master-level monster hunters who risk their lives and go deep into the land of death, sacrificing the blood of countless companions. .
These 1,500 monsters are all very powerful. The lowest monster has at least the cultivation level of Tuohai Realm, and the strongest one has even reached the Spirit-bearing Realm.
If you can tame all the abilities, these 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones will not be wasted.
But the demon tribe has always been unruly and disobedient to discipline. It is not difficult to kill one or two and engrave them with force. With more than a thousand demons in hand, it is really a hot potato.
Thinking of this, the maid couldn't help but shake her head, feeling that this guest was really a bit stupid.
Bailian ignored the maid's regretful gaze. He took two steps forward with a slightly cold expression: "Didn't I hear that a snow-white spirit deer will be auctioned tonight? Why don't you see it here?"
The maid was startled and secretly thought that this person's target tonight was the same weird deer as Han Wangsun?
Seeing that she suddenly lost her words, Balian walked forward expressionlessly and came to a wolf demon with eyes filled with coldness. The wolf demon had good cultivation and had already transformed into a human being, only retaining The animal ears and the wolf tail.
His lips and teeth were scarlet, and he looked like a ferocious man who drank blood from his hair. The most eye-catching thing was that he was holding a pair of azure antlers tightly in his hands.
"This guest, this matter is indeed caused by something I, Yulou, did improperly. I will report it to Master Mingfang later and he will make up for it.
That deer has no luck in life and has no chance to meet the guest. If the guest needs it, my Yulou will spend a lot of money to hire a demon hunter at the level of a heavenly master to find another spiritual deer for the guest. "
Seeing Bai Lian's strange expression, the maid hurriedly leaned forward to apologize and said with a smile.
But before she could get close, a cold hand came out like electricity and strangled her neck fiercely.
The suffocating feeling of death suddenly surged to the top of his head, and the vision in front of him suddenly became distorted and dim.
The maid's feet struggled off the ground, the air was taken away instantly, and her neck bones seemed to be broken in his hands the next moment.
Since she can become Yu Lou's maid, her cultivation level will naturally not be too low, but she still can't get rid of the control of this cold hand.
"I ask you again, where is that deer?" Her vision was unclear, and she could only hear Balian's calm voice.
The maid's body convulsed and trembled due to the tremendous pain, the veins in her neck protruded, and she huffed twice with difficulty.
The fingers on her neck seemed to loosen slightly, and a mouthful of cold air poured into her mouth. She burst into tears and hurriedly said: "That spirit deer... was eaten... it was eaten!"
Balian's palms suddenly loosened, and under the mask, his clear black pupils were filled with a strange blood color. He turned to look at the wolf demon, his eyes like a ghost seeking its soul at night.
Under such direct gaze, the wolf demon's hair stood on end. The antlers in his hand fell to the ground with a bang, and he said horrifiedly: "I don't have any! It's not for me to eat!"
The maid stroked her neck, coughed violently, and said, "It's the shop owner. The ancient corpse in the purple gold coffin showed signs of corpse transformation. In order to suppress the corpse aura, the shop owner fed the spirit deer to the ancient corpse. .”
After a long while, Balian slowly turned half of his face, his eyes full of darkness and coldness: "What a dark city, what a Yulou."
The thick book of spiritual deeds in his hand was suddenly thrown up by Bai Lian, and the scattered pages spread out like falling snow. Amidst the clatter, each spiritual deed burned to the ground without fire.
The contract that bound these monsters was invisibly broken.
The maid's face was distorted and frightened: "You are crazy!"
The two guards outside the dark room heard the noise and rushed in immediately. Before they could draw their swords, the monsters who had lost the restraints of their spiritual contracts were like wild beasts that had broken free from their cages, roaring and rushing towards them.
The guards never thought that the guest who spent 10,000 top-quality spiritual stones would take the initiative to release these vicious monsters the moment he obtained the spiritual contract. In an instant, he was bitten clean to the bone by the angry monsters.
The monsters, who had been hungry for many days, finished eating the two of them and then pounced on the maid.
The maid screamed in fear, but Balian ignored it and stepped forward.
The ferocious monsters were so hungry that their eyes were red, and they wished they could kill each other. But when Bai Lian slowly walked over, they seemed to have seen a dangerous lion. They put away their claws in a tacit understanding and separated obediently. Get out of the way.
Balian casually pulled out a sword from the two corpses on the ground, and slowly disappeared into the corridor with his back against the light.
