A seal of immortality

Chapter 919 Fire Rock Crystal

"25." Mu Wanwan opened her eyes, a look of joy flashed in her beautiful eyes, she shouted loudly, and directly added 5 yuan of spirit stones, as if she was bound to get it.

"Wanwan, is that phantom mirage important to you?" Wang Changsheng asked via voice transmission.

"Well, my natal magic weapon not only has the function of defense, but also has the effect of illusion. Most of the materials have been collected, and only the magic mirage is missing. If my natal magic weapon is mixed with a magic mirage, the power will be even greater. On the first floor, I can maximize the power of the Heavenly Fantasy and Nightmare Dafa." Mu Wanwan nodded and replied via voice transmission.

Wang Changsheng was slightly taken aback, and then asked via voice transmission: "Do you know how to refine weapons? Why have I never heard of this from you?"

"Hee hee, you didn't ask!" Mu Wanwan said nonchalantly.

Hearing this, Wang Changsheng felt a little guilty. He didn't even know that the person next to him knew how to make weapons, so he reached out and grabbed Mu Wanwan's right hand.

Mu Wanwan smiled sweetly, and her gorgeous face suddenly became charming.

"30." A soft voice suddenly sounded.

Mu Wanwan raised her eyebrows and said in a deep voice, "40."

"45."

Wang Changsheng frowned, turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and happened to meet the eyes of a beautiful woman in a blue dress. The beautiful woman in a blue dress was Bai Qian from Yin Sha Palace.

"50." Mu Wanwan's tone was quite firm.

The beautiful woman in the blue dress frowned, and shouted in a deep voice, "60."

"65." Wang Changsheng looked at the beautiful woman in the blue dress and said indifferently.

65 spirit stones are far more than the value of phantom mirage, but it is rare for Mu Wanwan to hope that, let alone 65 spirit stones, even if it is 100 million spirit stones, Wang Changsheng will not hesitate.

A flash of anger flashed in the eyes of the beautiful woman in the blue dress. Just as she was about to continue to increase the price, her ears moved, she hesitated for a moment, and did not speak again.

"This fellow daoist offered 65 spirit stones. Is there any fellow daoist with a higher bid?" Tang Tianming asked with a smile on his face, sweeping his eyes across the crowd.

He was answered by silence, and no one bid.

Seeing this situation, Tang Tianming announced the ownership of the phantom mirage.

Wang Changsheng flew up, landed on the circular high platform, took out a blue storage bag from his arms, threw it on the table, took the phantom mirage from Tang Tianming's hand, and flew back to his seat.

As soon as he returned to his seat, he immediately handed the phantom mirage to Mu Wanwan.

A look of joy appeared on Mu Wanwan's face, and she put away the phantom mirage with joy.

In the following time, Tang Tianming took out many rare materials one after another, including refining materials, alchemy materials, and formation materials. Each of them was sold at a high price. The number of monks who bid gradually increased, and the atmosphere of the venue gradually became warmer. stand up.

Tang Tianming touched the storage bag with his palm, and a blue light flashed, and a blue wooden box the size of a palm appeared in his hand. When he opened it, there was a blue ball the size of an egg inside. Smiling slightly, he said: "I guess fellow Taoists are waiting impatiently. The following is the finale auction time of this auction. There are five finale auction items in total. The first finale auction item is the demon pill of the eighth-level Tiger Cloud Shark." One, the base price is 20 spirit stones, and each price increase should not be less than 1 yuan spirit stones."

"What? The inner alchemy of the eighth-level monster, the old man wants it, 22 spirit stones."

"I'll give you 24 spirit stones."

"No one should argue with me, I will offer 30 spirit stones."

A majestic voice suddenly sounded, and as soon as the voice fell, a yellow light flew down on the circular high platform.

After the yellow light faded away, a tall and majestic yellow-robed old man was revealed. Judging by his aura, he was clearly a mid-stage Nascent Soul cultivator.

"Who did I say! So it's Wu Yazi, you old pervert, and the concubine's bid is 35." A soft voice sounded immediately, it was Bai Qian from Yin Sha Palace.

"Wu Yazi!" Wang Changsheng frowned. If he remembered correctly, Huang Pingping escaped from Huang Shengmen because she didn't want to be a concubine for a Nascent Soul monk named Wu Ya. I don't know if it was the person in front of her.

"Mrs. Nie, as a couple, there is no need to compete with the old man for this eighth-level demon pill!" Wu Yazi said with a frown.

"Hehe, the eighth-level demon pill is not Chinese cabbage, and the eighth-level demon beast is extremely difficult to hunt. Even in a place with rich resources like the Song Dynasty, the eighth-level demon pill is rare. I just need an eighth-level demon pill." For the sake of our husband and wife, fellow Taoist Wuya, how about giving this eighth-level water attribute demon pill to my concubine?" Bai Qian said with a coquettish smile, with her plump body up and down. Ups and downs, daydreaming.

"Hmph, the auction is for the highest bidder, and the old man will offer 40 spirit stones."

Wu Yazi is already at the peak of the mid-stage Nascent Soul. If he can refine this eighth-level demon pill into a pill, it will take less than a hundred years. He has a great chance of advancing to the late stage. Dan gave up to Bai Qian.

Bai Qian practiced water-attribute skills. If she refined this eighth-level water-attribute demon pill into a pill, she would have a high chance of advancing to the later stage. The world walks sideways.

"45." Nie Ming said coldly.

"50." Wu Yazi pondered for a while, gritted his teeth and said, it was related to his advanced Nascent Soul stage, and he could not give it to the other party.

Nie Ming frowned, pondered for a moment, and shouted, "55 spirit stones."

"70." Wu Yazi's attitude was very firm.

Nie Ming's face darkened, his ears moved, but he didn't speak in the end.

The price of 70 spirit stones far exceeded the price of the eighth-level demon pill. Although some people wanted to bid, but considering that Wu Yazi was only a casual cultivator and had a peak cultivation in the middle stage of Yuanying, he didn't ask.

Wu Yazi successfully bid for this eighth-level demon pill at a price of 70 spirit stones. After paying off the spirit stones, he put away the eighth-level demon pill with joy and returned to his seat.

Tang Tianming put on a pair of golden gloves, and took out a red jade box from the storage bag with two talisman seals on the surface. He took off the talisman seals, opened the lid, and took out a fist-sized red spar from it.

There is a layer of red fire on the surface of the red spar, and as soon as it is taken out of the jade box, the temperature in the venue rises rapidly.

"A piece of fire rock crystal, a top-grade fire-attribute material, with a base price of 30 spirit stones, and each price increase should not be less than [-]." Tang Tianming said loudly, holding the red spar in both hands.

"50 spirit stones." Wang Changsheng's eyes lit up, and he shouted without thinking.

"55."

"60."

Although Wang Changsheng raised the price, several monks still bid.

"70." Wang Changsheng pondered for a moment, then shouted loudly, it was about Huashen, Wang Changsheng couldn't give up Huoyan Crystal to other people.

Hearing the asking price of 70 spirit stones, the venue was silent.

"The old man gave out 80 spirit stones." An old man in red robes stood up and said in a deep voice, holding a red flood dragon walking stick.

"90." Wang Changsheng's tone was very flat.

Let alone the red-robed old man at the peak of the mid-Yuanying period, even if it was Nie Ming in the late Yuanying period, Wang Changsheng would not give him this piece of fire rock crystal.

"100 million." Nie Ming shouted, his expression extremely indifferent.

Wang Changsheng frowned, pondered for a moment, and shouted, "110 million spirit stones."

There was a sneer at the corner of Nie Ming's mouth, and he didn't speak again.

The red-robed old man frowned, pondered for a moment, and sat back in his seat.

In the end, this fire rock crystal fell into the hands of Wang Changsheng at a high price of 110 million spirit stones.

(End of this chapter)