"Eight million once, eight million twice, deal!"
He Yuntian angrily said, "Master Beauty, I will definitely find you a better one next time."
"As long as you have the will, that's enough."
Chi Yao also sent a message to Zhan Changfeng, "Fellow Taoist, the price is too high."
"It's not valuable if it's valuable. If you two fellow Taoists sincerely want it, I can sell it to you for two and a half million yuan per catty, but I have to keep one and a half catties, and you can keep the remaining one and a half catties. The two of them will allocate themselves."
"Wait a moment, let's discuss it."
"Please."
Wang Qingzi asked someone to bring the penultimate auction item, "Ten top-quality bone shaping pills in total, starting price is five million!"
Bone Shaping Pill is a good medicine for shaping spiritual bones and ascending to the world, a treasure that monks can only dream of.
There are some casual cultivators in the courtyard, some are family representatives, some are members of the nobility, and there are also high-level monks who have transcended the realm of life and death. To them, these ten bone shaping pills are no less than thunder.
Taking it for yourself can increase the chance of breaking through the shackles. Taking it for your disciples and followers can give you more extraordinary combat power. The scene became heated, people in the influence repeated their quotations, and they looked like they would never let go. The family wealth of the casual cultivators If it's not enough, I'll call my friends and colleagues to make a joint offer.
The chase lasted for more than half an hour, and was finally won for 27 million.
The Bone Shaping Pill brought the atmosphere to a peak. Some people missed the Bone Shaping Pill and were even more looking forward to the next auction item, shouting to get the final item soon.
Zhan Changfeng did not participate in the bidding for the Bone Shaping Pill, and he and Chi Yao agreed on the time and place of the transaction midway.
"The last thing!" Under Wang Qingzi's instructions, four imps carried up a heavy box.
Zhan Changfeng was a little doubtful and sensed it. There were layers of forbidden barrier formations on the box, completely isolating it from prying eyes.
"What exactly is this?"
"Stop being so pretentious and tell us what's inside!"
Wang Qingzi herself was a little in disbelief when she first heard about this auction item, but this did not prevent her from dutifully introducing the finale item at hand, "Legend has it that in ancient times, there was a corpse, which gathered the grievances of the world and the earth, or was resurrected by the vitality of living beings. Without thoughts, he feeds on the essence of the Blood Moon Flower, turning into white zombies, black zombies, leaping corpses, and flying corpses step by step."
"The Flying Corpse is spiritually sound and capable of self-cultivation. It is so powerful that it can be compared to otherworldly beings. It has been cultivating for thousands of years and can transform into drought demons. The drought demons are so strong that they can slay dragons and dry up the world. They can extradite the god of plague. Wherever they pass, rivers dry up and the earth splits into red earth for thousands of miles." , among them, the powerful ones, I’m afraid the Divine Power True Lord will have to give way a little bit, and above the Han Demon, there is?诏?OUhuaipu??acy?跷跱鰱记ゲ诲囟婳!
"The Zombie clan is originally evil, and few can successfully overcome the calamity and transform into a Drought Demon. However, in ancient times, there was a Zombie who not only cultivated into a Drought Demon, but also became a?? ?跎瀭basket polyps? Yunxiang媪榇conglu┳退宦觯?Zhongxuanyi straight and 駧squid Wo Yongzheng?Faded and lingering chaff paper┳逭媪椋薖铖鄄鄄狠曰曰?Collapse?鍌鹋raise鏏? Sulfur? Ying
The scene was deathly silent. Except for a small number of people who were muttering about what the true spirit of the Zombie tribe was, most people thought it was a fantasy.
"How come the true spirit of the Zombie tribe appears here?"
"It seems it's useless even if we ask for it."
"Yes, Senior Wang, what effect does it have on us?"
Wang Qingzi didn't answer and waited for their bid.
"The true spirit of the Zombie clan is actually here." Jiang Mo formed a paper crane and flew out of the house.
The man wearing a gauze wrapped his fingers with silver thread, "If you take the picture, you will be killed."
The forces that have participated in the Fenghuang Valley Secret Realm all know that the true spirits of the Zombies do exist, and the Zombies also exist, and those Zombies are hiding in this land.
If the true spirit of the Zombie clan is placed in the hands of ordinary monks, it may lead to death, but if it is placed in the hands of some powerful forces, it may become a weapon to restrain the Zombie clan.
I don’t know how this true spirit of the Zombie clan appeared in the black market auction. The person who auctioned it was a participant in the secret realm, or he got it from a participant in the secret realm by chance.
Is it simply for auction, or does it have some purpose?
People who knew a little bit about the true spirits of the Zombie tribe were busy communicating with the superiors and analyzing the pros and cons. Only a few curious people made bids without hesitation.
A moment later, the atmosphere suddenly changed, with more and more bidders shouting higher and higher prices.
Zhan Changfeng remained unmoved, and it was useless to take photos of some of the Zombie Clan's true spirits. If she wanted to use this to restrain the Zombie Clan, she would be powerless with her current strength.
When the Zombie tribe's true spirit was shot through by one of Zuo Zhu's arrows, it broke into four pieces. The Zombie tribe had already obtained at least two parts. The Zombie tribe that had escaped from suppression must be looking for the remaining true spirits, and they did not suppress any of the Zombie tribe's souls. With such strength, this true spirit is a hot potato, and he may be killed if it cannot be restrained.
But for the Council of Elders, whether it is to control a newly emerged dangerous race or to prevent certain forces from contacting the Zombies, this true spirit must be photographed.
There must be people from the Elders Council present.
After Zhan Changfeng passed the news about the Zombie clan's true spirit to Bai Hen, he watched the battle.
After a while, Bai Hen responded. The Council of Elders had received the news and would capture it at all costs. She asked her to pay attention to a deacon named Xue Liao and escort him away after the auction.
The price has reached 90 million, and it is still continuing to rise. The atmosphere in the yard is no longer fiery, but tense, as if murderous intent will overflow and a knife will be drawn to drink blood.
Black market masters hiding in the dark appeared one after another, frightening everyone in the field to avoid robbery.
Some timid and sensitive monks sensed something was wrong and escaped quietly.
"One hundred and twenty million!"
The bidding finally ended, but the atmosphere became even more stagnant.
Wang Qingzi floated towards the dilapidated lobby, "Those who took photos of the items, come in with me to get them."
Zhan Changfeng stepped over the broken beam lying on the ground and walked inside. There was a row of little ghosts carrying or holding the twenty-seven auction items.
As soon as she entered, a kid offered Tiangang Stone and Star Sand to her. When she put them away, she noticed that the auction items next to them also disappeared one after another. They must have been put into storage bags. Only the one with a stiff face was After the initial movement of the clan spirit's box, there was no movement.
The kid guarding the box urged, "Guest, the auction is over, why don't you take the things away?"
Someone cursed secretly, "Why can't you put this box away?"
"I am a true spirit of the Zombie clan, shouldn't I be allowed to be a little special?"
"Damn, you little brat." If you are in trouble, you will be a target.
Zhan Changfeng left the abandoned house and hid in the forest. He felt that there were indeed many people hidden in the forest.
No matter how unhappy the person who took the box was, he still had to pick up the box. After wandering around for a long time, when the black market was about to take back the abandoned house, he gritted his teeth and used his escape technique to rush out of the house. He did not dare to fly in the air at this time. Yes, flying escape is too obvious, like a signal flare.
Even though he carefully attached the invisibility charm and jumped quickly, the moment he left the house, he was still sensed by many people using special means.
His figure froze. Under the moonlight, countless silver threads brought up blood drops, like a thin blade showing ruthlessness at the moment it penetrated the body.
He would never have thought that he, an extraordinary person, would die in such an unclear way.
Just as the silver thread was about to cover the box that had been thrown away, a ball of ink spread out in the forest.
Jiang Mo used his Taoist talent to evade attacks and easily dodged the silver thread. He picked up the box. Suddenly, his heart palpitated. The fear that was peeled off layer by layer once again penetrated the depths of his soul. His hand was empty, and the box Being robbed!
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