Emperor Shentongjian

Chapter 441 Worshiping the Ancestors in Heaven (4)

"800 million once, 800 million twice, deal!"

He Yuntian angrily said, "Master Beauty, I will definitely find you a better one next time."

"It's enough if you have your heart."

Chi Yao also sent a voice transmission to Zhan Changfeng, "Fellow Daoist, the price is too high."

"Valuable is not considered high. If you two friends sincerely want it, I can sell it to you at a price of 250 million a catty, but I will keep one and a half catties, and the remaining one and a half catties will be your own. distribute."

"Wait a minute, let's discuss it."

"Please."

Wang Qingzi asked someone to offer the penultimate auction item, "Top-grade Bone Plastic Pills, ten pieces in total, with a starting price of 500 million!"

Bone-Moulding Pill is a good medicine for shaping spiritual bones, promoting transcendence, and a treasure that monks can't ask for.

Some of the courtyards are casual cultivators, some are family representatives, and some are members of princes and sects. There are also high-level monks who have escaped from the ordinary.

Take it for yourself, it can increase the chance of breaking through the shackles, take it for disciples and followers, you can get a few extra combat power, the scene is eager, the people in the power are quoting each other, a posture of vowing not to let go, the family background of casual cultivators Insufficient, then call friends and partners to make a joint quotation.

This chase lasted for more than half an hour, and was finally won at a price of 700 million.

The bone-shaping pill brought the atmosphere to its peak. Some people missed the bone-shaping pill, and they were looking forward to the next auction item, calling for the finale to be brought up quickly.

Zhan Changfeng did not participate in the auction of the Bone Shaping Pill, and agreed with Chi Yao on the time and place of the transaction.

"The last one!" Under Wang Qingzi's instruction, four little ghosts lifted up a heavy box.

Zhan Changfeng was slightly suspicious, and sensed the past. The restrictions, barriers, and formations on the box were layered on top of each other, completely isolating it and preventing peeping.

"What exactly is this?"

"Don't be a fool, tell us what's inside!"

When Wang Qingzi heard about this auction item for the first time, she was a little unbelievable, but this did not prevent her from dutifully introducing the finale at hand. With no thoughts, feeding on blood, moonlight, and essence, step by step, she turns into a white zombie, a black zombie, a jumping corpse, and a flying corpse."

"Flying corpses are mentally sound and capable of self-cultivation. The powerful ones are comparable to transcendence. It has been cultivated for thousands of years and can transform the drought demon. The drought demon is so strong that it can slay dragons and dry up the world. It can extradite plague gods below. For thousands of miles, among them, the powerful ones, I am afraid that the supernatural king will have to give way, and above the drought, there is Yu, who is called the devil king, and he is no less than the quasi-sage."

"The Zombie family is originally evil, and few of them can successfully cross the catastrophe and turn into a drought man. But in ancient times, there was a zombie who not only cultivated a drought man, but also became a jiao. It was famous through the ages. It was Jiangwang Demon King. , created a lineage of Zombie Race with its true spirit, and now in the box at my hand, there are some true spirits of Zombie Race!" Wang Qingzi said in a deep voice, "The starting price is 1000 million!"

The scene was deathly silent, except for a small number of people who were slandering what kind of thing the real spirit of the Zombie Race was, most people thought it was a fantasy.

"Why did the true spirit of the Zombie Race appear here?"

"It doesn't seem to work if we ask for this thing."

"That's right, Senior Wang, what effect does it have on us?"

Wang Qingzi did not answer, waiting for their bids.

"The true spirit of the Zombie Clan is actually here." Mo Ning made a paper crane and flew out of the house.

The person with the veil on his face had silver threads wrapped around his fingers, "If you take a photo, you will have to take it with your life."

The forces that have participated in the Fenghuanggou secret realm all know that the true spirits of the zombies do exist, and so do the zombies, and those zombies are hiding in this land.

Putting the true spirit of the Zombie Race in the hands of ordinary monks may cause fatal disasters, but if it is placed in the hands of some powerful forces, it may become a sharp weapon to restrict the Zombie Race.

I don't know how this Zombie True Spirit appeared in the black market auction, whether the person who auctioned it was a participant in the secret realm, or got it from a participant in the secret realm by accident.

Is it simply used for auction, or is there any purpose.

Those who knew a little about the true spirit of the Zombie Race were busy communicating with their superiors and analyzing the pros and cons. There were only a few curious people who made bids without pain.

A moment later, the atmosphere changed suddenly. There were more and more bidders, and the prices shouted became higher and higher.

Zhan Changfeng was 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.

At the beginning, the Zombie True Spirit was pierced by one of the arrows from the left and broke into four pieces. The Zombie has obtained at least two parts. The Zombie who got rid of the suppression must be looking for the remaining true spirit. His strength, this true spirit is a hot potato, and he may be killed if he cannot be restrained.

But for the Council of Elders, whether it is to grasp the newly emerging dangerous race, or to prevent certain forces from contacting the Zombie Race, this true spirit must be photographed.

There must be people from the elders meeting in the field.

After Zhan Changfeng passed the news of the Zombie Clan's True Spirit to Bai Hen, he watched the fight.

After a while, Baihen responded that the elders meeting had received the news that they would take it at all costs, and asked her to pay attention to a deacon named Xue Liao, and escort him away after the auction.

The price has already reached 9000 million, and there is still a rising trend. The atmosphere in the yard is no longer fiery, but tense. It seems that if one is inadvertently, murderous aura will overflow. Draw a knife and drink blood.

Black market masters hidden in the dark appeared one after another, intimidating everyone in the field to avoid robbery.

Some timid and sensitive monks sensed something was wrong and ran away quietly.

"One hundred and sixty million!"

The bidding finally ended, but the atmosphere became even more stagnant.

Wang Qingzi floated towards the dilapidated lobby, "Those who took pictures of the items, come in with me to pick them up."

Zhan Changfeng stepped over the broken beam on the ground and walked inside. A row of little ghosts were either carrying or holding the 27 auction items.

As soon as she entered, a little ghost presented Tiangang stone and star sand in front of her. When she put it away, she noticed that the auction items next to her were also disappearing one after another. They should have been put into storage bags. After the initial movement of the box of the clan spirit, there was no movement.

The kid guarding the box urged, "Customer, the auction is over, why don't you take the things away?"

Someone cursed secretly, "Why can't this box be put away?"

"He's the true spirit of the Zombie Clan, isn't he allowed to be a little special?"

"Damn, you brat." Trouble, the whole thing is a living 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 snapped the box was, he still had to carry the box and hang around for a long time. When the black market was about to take back the phantom array of the abandoned house, he gritted his teeth and used the escape technique to rush out of the house. He didn't dare to fly away at this time Yes, flying escape is too obvious, like a signal flare.

Even though he had carefully pasted the invisibility talisman, he jumped up quickly, but the moment he left the house, many people used special means to sense him.

His body froze, and under the moonlight, blood dripped from countless silver ribbons, like a thin blade that appeared ruthless the moment it came out of the body.

He never imagined that he would die so unexplainably by himself.

When the silver thread was about to cover the discarded box, a ball of ink smeared in the forest.

Jiang Mo used his Dao talent to evade attacks, easily dodged Yinsi, picked up the box, and suddenly felt a palpitation in his heart. The fear of being peeled off layers once again hit the depths of his soul, and the box was empty in his hand. Stolen!

is her!
(End of this chapter)