Xie Huan left the box, wrapped himself in a cloak that concealed his identity, and sneaked towards the box.
Although the consciousness of ordinary monks is suppressed, it is still better to be careful.
A black-robed monk walked out of the box, also wrapped himself tightly and walked downstairs.
Ordinary items can be delivered by the maid, but for such a huge amount, the monk will definitely deliver it personally.
Xie Huan followed carefully, and at the turning point, he quietly floated up, entered the range where his consciousness could detect, and immediately released his consciousness.
As soon as he touched the monk, he immediately sensed that the other person's realm was actually a fake elixir.
"who?!"
The black-robed monk suddenly became aware.
Although the fake elixir cannot release spiritual consciousness, others can still clearly sense it when they probe it.
The black-robed monk turned back to the intersection in an instant, only to see a shadow flying into the distance.
Anger burst out from his eyes, and he was about to chase after him. He suddenly stopped and muttered to himself in a convulsion, "No! Release your spiritual consciousness and form a pill?"
His eyes were full of surprise and uncertainty, and he watched the phantom disappear in front of him, his face extremely ugly. After a moment of thought, he turned around and rushed to the backstage to deliver, and quickened his pace.
Xie Huan's figure slowly reappeared, looking at the disappearing figure of the black-robed monk, and at the same time looking at the box, his eyes flickering.
The black-robed monk just now exclaimed. He forgot to modify his voice, but it turned out to be very familiar. It was Mr. Fan!
We really can't meet each other anywhere in the world.
I can actually meet you here.
Xie Huan hesitated, whether Mr. Fan was here, would there be other acquaintances, such as Wei Daying? Haishan?
He looked towards the box, his eyes flashing.
Is it worth buying Xiao Ping at such a high price?
Mr. Fan does not seem to be a sentimental person. He spent a huge sum of money to buy Xiao Ping. Is it just love, or does he have an ulterior motive?
After all, this amount of money is not a small amount for Mr. Fan.
Not long after, Mr. Fan came back with Xiao Ping and others.
Xie Huan moved to a hidden place aside and watched quietly.
Mr. Fan knocked on the door, and a beautiful maid opened the door. After everyone entered, the door was closed again.
The situation in the box was not detected, but Xie Huan felt that the matter must not be simple.
With Mr. Fan's strength and outsider status, it is impossible to receive box treatment. There must be a bigger master inside.
Xie Huan returned to his box.
Shang Tao was relieved to see him back, and his heart completely relaxed, and he hurriedly said: "8.6 million have been taken."
He wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, his hands shaking a little.
The price of the magic weapon is not expensive at eight million, but the soul shell is special. It can only resist and enhance the soul power, and its resistance to ordinary attacks is very weak.
Therefore, for most monks, it is of little use, but for those who need it, it is a priceless treasure.
Xie Huan took a look and found that the main bidder was the ghost-masked monk.
As the price approached 10 million, the sound gradually disappeared.
Xie Huan said without thinking, "Ten million."
Sure enough... Shang Tao wiped the cold sweat from his face, the master of Fengyu Youye is rich and willful.
"Eleven million."
The ghost-masked monk made a low voice.
It feels like a rubbing in people's ears, which is extremely uncomfortable.
Several monks around him had already sat far away.
"Twelve million."
Xie Huan followed calmly.
"Thirteen million."
"Fourteen million."
The price kept increasing in units of millions, and neither of them seemed to care. They did not hesitate every time the price was increased, and their voices were as smooth as ever, without any tremors.
Soon it was increased to 20 million.
It was the price quoted by the ghost mask monk.
There was no sound in the whole place, and the silence could be heard.
Xie Huan frowned and continued: "Twenty-one million."
After quoting the price, he heard Shang Tao's heart twitch violently.
"Twenty-two million."
The ghost-faced monk still followed unhurriedly.
"Heh, interesting."
Xie Huan stared at the ghost-masked monk, suddenly smiled, and stopped quoting.
Long Jianxin's nervous hands were covered in cold sweat, but he couldn't suppress the ecstasy in his heart.
The price of this magic weapon has at least doubled, and his performance will explode.
Long Jianxin calmed down and shouted calmly: "Twenty-two million once, twenty-two million twice, twenty-two million three times, deal done!"
When the price came down, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the venue suddenly became lively and buzzing with discussion.
Long Jianxin was even more happy: "Congratulations to this fellow Taoist, the price of 22 million may be the highest in the audience!"
The ghost-masked monk stood up, walked directly to the auction center, took out a storage bag, and threw it to Long Jianxin: "Check it."
Long Jian's mind was slightly touched, and he handed it to the maid on the side with a smile, and said politely and flatteringly: "Fellow Taoist, you can go to the backstage to deliver."
"No need, you can just count them on site. I also want the dragon-marked fruit."
The ghost-masked monk said angrily.
Long Jian's heart skipped a beat and he said with a smile: "This fruit still needs to be auctioned."
"This is not a real dragon-marked fruit, but a snake-scale fruit. The real dragon-marked fruit has no scales on it, but nine purple lights."
The ghost mask monk said calmly.
Long Jianxin's expression changed drastically, he suppressed his anger and sneered: "You need to talk nonsense, the origin of this fruit is extremely legitimate and cannot be false at all."
"If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself whether it is a dragon pattern or a snake scale."
The ghost-masked monk pointed at the spiritual fruit on the tray.
Everyone stretched their necks, widened their eyes, and talked incessantly: "It seems to be really snake scales", "Those lines are a bit subtle, they really don't look like dragons, but like snakes", "In such a big auction, there can't be any fakes, right? "...
Long Jianxin shouted in a deep voice: "Fellow Taoist, don't talk nonsense and disrupt the meeting. It's too naive to judge the truth and lies based on your words. If you can't produce more solid evidence, don't blame me for being rude!"
"You want evidence? I'll show it to you now."
The ghost-masked monk chuckled lightly, then came to the dragon-marked fruit, stretched out his hand and gently grabbed it, and a flowing cloud surged over the fruit, and there seemed to be the sound of a dragon roaring inside.
His eyes flashed, he opened his mouth wide, put the fruit into his mouth, and swallowed it.
"Gulu" sound.
There was a deathly silence in the whole place.
Xie Huan: "..."
Although he saw that there was something wrong with the ghost-masked monk, he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.
He still wants to take pictures of this fruit...
"Hey, it doesn't taste good."
The ghost-masked monk showed a strange smile.
When everyone was stunned and Long Jianxin didn't react, he grabbed the soul shell next to him in a flash and rushed out of the auction in a flash.
Long Jianxin reacted instantly and saw that he was being robbed. He roared angrily: "Stay!"
A cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes, he opened his mouth suddenly, and spit out a sound wave that pierced the air.
The lower abdomen collapsed, and a cloud of turbid air was spit out, quickly hovering in the air, turning into a phantom of a blue dragon.
The whole venue was shaken, and the loud "buzz" sound was like a dragon's roar, piercing the eardrums.
The figure of the ghost-masked monk stagnated in the air, turned around, opened his mouth and let out a sharp roar, like the howls of countless innocent souls in despair.
This eerie and brittle sound was like a sickle, instantly cutting through the dragon's roar.
The green dragon phantom was also divided into two.
Only a "buzz-" sound was heard, Long Jianxin's dragon roar suddenly choked in his throat, and the other party's sound waves hit his internal organs directly, causing blood to surge for a moment, and a mouthful of blood spurted out "Wow".
"Ghost Curse?"
Xie Huan watched quietly in the box, his pupils shrinking slightly.
He had seen this curse in Yan Wuji's jade slips, and just scanned it briefly.
At this moment, countless rays of golden light suddenly appeared in mid-air, intertwining into a large net, wrapping the ghost-masked monk layer by layer.
The ghost-masked monk opened his mouth and spat out a ball of black blood, which quickly condensed into a giant scythe in the air, with bloody runes flashing on it.
With a "Zheng" sound, the giant scythe waved lightly, and all the golden net layers were cut off.
But by the second level, the dragnet had arrived and the gap was quickly filled.
As soon as the ghost-masked monk sheathed his scythe, his body suddenly exploded into a ball of blood mist, turning into countless ghosts that screamed miserably and rushed in all directions.
"The method of disintegrating ghosts?"
The confusion in Xie Huan's eyes became even stronger.
This seems to be also a technique of the Xuanyin Sect.
But the evil cultivators in this world are all about souls, blood, curses, etc., and they never deviate from their origins.
It is a bit arbitrary to directly conclude that this person is a disciple of the Xuanyin Sect.
And this strength, even if it is not as good as Yan Wuji, is not too far behind.
The venue suddenly became chaotic, and everyone fled outside in panic.
Those ghosts mixed in the crowd and rushed outside the venue. From time to time, they would open their mouths wide and bite the monk whole, swallowing the blood and flesh.
"Everyone, stay where you are!
"Otherwise, I will kill you without mercy!"
A powerful and mighty voice came, shaking everyone's heart.
The alchemy monk!
I saw several figures of monks appearing in the void, and they chased them out in a flash.
Shang Tao was stunned.
It wasn't until Xie Huan rushed out that he realized what he was doing and hurriedly shouted: "Fellow Daoist Pei!"
But there is no trace of Xie Huan anywhere.
The exhibition suddenly became chaotic, and a large number of monks leaked out like water.
After Xie Huan left the box, he rushed directly to the top of the Cancer Building and used his Eye of Insight.
Among the large number of ghosts, only one is the real body.
This kind of escape technique was displayed on Bobo Island and was almost impeccable.
Although the ghost itself is suppressed by the island and the power of escape techniques is greatly reduced, for ordinary monks, without divine consciousness, it is impossible to capture the true body.
Even for monks who form pills, the range of their spiritual consciousness is too small and it is difficult to identify them.
Unless you are like Xie Huan, who has extremely powerful eye skills.
His pupils flashed and he saw the body of the ghost entering a monk's body. He was about to follow him when suddenly his mind moved and he looked at a certain direction in the building and said lightly: "Come out."
There was no movement in that place.
Xie Huan smiled softly: "If you don't come out, I'll leave."
Only then did a slight fluctuation appear in the place, and a beautiful woman with a shocked face slowly walked out. She stared at Xie Huan with a pair of phoenix eyes, full of disbelief, and said in a daze: "Can you release your spiritual consciousness?"
"Can't you do it too?"
Xie Huan looked at the other party, and with a flash of blue silver light, he understood some basic information about the other party: Eighty-four, sixty-two, eighty-six... Oh no... He was in the late stage of foundation building, and his soul power was powerful.
(End of chapter)
