Chapter 166 The Rampant Space Fair
A series of exciting bidding sounds sounded, and even though everyone present wore black robes to hide their aura, the atmosphere was still extremely fiery.
The price of the auction rose rapidly in the smiling eyes of the Baoshan old man. Everyone knew that the value of a broken picture was not high, but everyone was full of expectations, thinking that they had a chance to find the Pure Lotus Demon Fire, and then have invincible fighting spirit. Mainland China, therefore, has launched bidding competitions one after another.
But ten minutes later, the level of the residual picture was raised to the eighth-grade elixir containing five eight-color elixirs.
"A nine-color pill beast."
A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and everyone frowned. This price has exceeded the limit in their hearts.
But Xiao Yan's eyes lit up, and with his outstanding soul realm, he sensed a familiar smell from the person who made the offer - it was the soul-destroying breath of the master of the Soul Palace.
Hun Mie Sheng was also aware of Xiao Yan's existence, but he didn't want to cause trouble. He just wanted to end the auction as soon as possible, and then track it based on the soul mark left on the pill beast, and report to the Hun clan.
I didn't find him, but he actually paid for it honestly and didn't take it by force... Xiao Yan raised the corner of his mouth slightly, and just when he was about to speak, he heard another person say jokingly: "Two!"
Xiao Yan looked over, and the man immediately noticed it and nodded to Xiao Yan. He was clearly a strong man from the ancient tribe.
The ancient races all know where the Pure Lotus Demon Fire is, and even know when the Pure Lotus Demon Fire will erupt. There is no need for any residual map. However, the ancient race and the soul race know the secret of this residual map, so they will naturally fight for it. .
A trace of ruthlessness flashed in Hun Mie Sheng's eyes. This ancient fighting saint was only four stars, but his real strength was five stars. With the Void Swallowing Flame's Zi Huo, he might be able to kill him instantly with one move.
But if he fails to kill him instantly and saves his breath, it will be troublesome. The ancient clan and the soul clan will definitely start fighting again and the conflict will escalate.
Thinking that Emperor Hun Tian ordered the Hun clan to temporarily curb their sharpness and prepare to unite with other ancient races to destroy the ancient clan, Hun Miesheng could only temporarily restrain the fierce glare in his eyes and said in a deep voice: "Two nine-color Dan Lei Dan beasts, plus five more The eighth-grade elixir of the Eight-Colored Danlei."
"Oh, when did the Soul Clan become so poor?" The Ancient Clan's Fighting Saint mocked, and then continued to quote: "Three pill beasts!"
There was a sudden burst of discussion in the hall, and everyone guessed that these two people were from the Ancient Clan and the Soul Clan respectively. Maybe they had collected some residual pictures, so they were so interested.
But the old man from Baoshan who presided over the auction could no longer laugh, and his forehead was sweating slightly.
These two people are both true fighting saints!
Old Man Baoshan is just an eighth-level and nine-star fighting master. If these two fighting saints fight, the aftermath will kill him, let alone those in the hall who are not as good as him in cultivation!
If these two leaders are involved, major changes will inevitably occur in the space trade fair, and the reputation accumulated over the years will be completely ruined!
Old Man Baoshan has asked the fighting saints in the sect for help, but the three forces that jointly organized the space trade fair can't deal with any of the two, so they can only let Old Man Baoshan continue to maintain the auction.
Old Man Baoshan immediately said: "Among the three alchemy beasts, is there anyone with a higher bid? If not..."
"Four!" Hun Miesheng stared at the old man Baoshan, his voice cold, making him feel like he was falling into an endless abyss.
"Five!" The ancient fighting saint immediately followed.
Hun Mie Sheng exuded a dangerous aura all over his body. He wanted to grab the residual map and leave, but the Hun Palace was suddenly destroyed for some unknown reason. He couldn't cause trouble now.
Taking a deep breath, Hun Miesheng's eyes lit up, and he suddenly thought of a way. Then he slowly stretched out his palm, and a black flame burst out from his palm.
As soon as the flame appeared, the space where the trade fair was located immediately became unstable, and the energy contained in it was gathered by the strange devouring force emitted by the black flame.
The Ancient Fighting Saint's face hardened, and he was about to crush the space jade slip to ask for help, but Hun Miesheng took the black flame back into his body and said in a deep voice:
"This is the second-ranked Void Swallowing Fire. It has extremely terrifying devouring power. Although this is just a fire, Lord Void Swallowing Fire is a peak expert of the Nine-Star Fighting Saint. Even if it is just a fire, Fire is also more powerful than the Pure Lotus Demon Fire."
"And the Void Swallowing Flame swallows nothing. It is easy to cultivate. As long as there is a part of the original power, a new sub-fire can be cultivated again."
"I am willing to part with part of my origin to purchase the remaining image of the Pure Lotus Demon Fire."
Everyone was in an uproar again, never expecting that the Void Swallowing Flame, which ranked second on the Alien Fire List, would appear.
That terrifying devouring power is to obtain a wisp of fire, and the difficulty of breaking through the Fighting Saint will inevitably be greatly reduced!
Compared with the residual pictures related to the Pure Lotus Demon Fire, the Nihility-Devouring Flame Zihuo is naturally more attractive. Even if it is a Zihuo, with the investment of resources in its cultivation, it may not be impossible to cultivate it into a real Nihility-Devouring Flame!
Feeling the fiery gazes of many people, Hun Mie Sheng just snorted coldly, making these Douzuns, whose minds were about to be affected by greed, lower their heads and not dare to look at him directly.
"I will give you a ninth-grade treasure pill!"
Before Old Man Baoshan could make a decision, the ancient fighting saint immediately interrupted with a shout, causing another uproar.
That's a ninth-grade elixir! How have these people who have never seen the world ever encountered such a scene?
Old Man Baoshan was hesitant. After wiping the sweat from his face, he said: "I can't tell the exact value. Please wait a moment while I ask the owner of the residual picture."
"As far as I know, the Soul Palace has a secret method for people to improve their strength. As for the consequences... I can only say that I understand it."
An indistinct voice came, and Hun Miesheng's expression changed immediately, and then he looked fiercely. He couldn't find the owner of the voice for a while. Who else could it be besides the fighting saint of the ancient clan?
"Who doesn't know that your ancient tribe is reluctant to even take out the heaven-level fighting skills? I don't believe that you are willing to use the ninth-grade treasure pill to buy the residual map! With your strength, you can leave a mark of fighting spirit and a mark of soul. Who is the organizer of this? Can you find it?"
Hun Mie Sheng immediately bit back, which made the fighting saint of the ancient clan a little confused and made the old man of Baoshan shed a cold sweat again.
But this did not prevent the ancient fighting saints from fighting back and immediately began to reveal the origins of the Soul Palace. As we all know, the Soul Palace has always been a villain. There were too many alchemists present, so Soul Destruction was immediately at a disadvantage.
Old Man Baoshan forced a smile on his face. According to his duties, he should shout "Quiet" or something like that once or twice to maintain the scene, but when he saw the two strong fighting saints slandering each other, a frightening energy flowed out of him from time to time. Old man Baoshan didn't dare to say a word.