Huge vibrations came from all around, accompanied by blazing wind.
It moved the treasure pavilion and also moved people's hearts.
Everyone in the treasure pavilion, whether they were visiting monks or garrison monks, were all frightened, and they were frantically looking for what had caused the incident.
"What's going on?!" The foundation-building monk guarding the attic showed his strong energy, raised his body protective shield and at the same time used the transmission talisman and used the talisman to ask his colleagues.
"I don't know."
"Allow me to ask Young Master again."
"..."
The guarding monks at all levels were equally at a loss. They were also searching, but before they could get the answer, a monk discovered the problem: "The great formation has failed, and all the formations under the display cabinets are useless!"
"not good!"
Before the words could be spoken, monks had already taken action to snatch the lowest-level items, including elixirs, talismans, magic weapons, heavenly materials and earthly treasures that could increase one's cultivation, and treasures that could stabilize one's spiritual consciousness...
Yangcheng's forbidden air formation also seemed to have failed. The golden elixir master's escape light flashed across the sky and went straight to the treasure gathering building where there was a strange movement. The gathered foundation-building monks raised their swords one after another, hoping to separate them.
A cup of soup.
"You can take what you want!"
All he saw was a tall man with a muscular upper body and misty smoke as his lower body. A green-faced and fanged spirit appeared to the side, making a fist gesture.
"City Lord, be careful, there is an unknown golden elixir master..."
"Here comes someone."
"Auction." Master Ziyang said softly, his abysmal gaze covering the tall building of Bao Pavilion, and he said calmly: "The auction should be kicking off at this time!"
When they heard that it was this fool and reckless man, everyone stopped in awe. This man was quite famous among the qi-training monks. It was said that he had reached the Great Perfection and was only missing the Foundation Building Pill.
"Let them in." Master Ziyang waved his hand calmly. This time, at least two hundred foundation-building monks came from the Lingmen monks. There were three or four golden elixir masters on the surface, not to mention the secret masters.
"Follow the orders of the Heavenly Corpse!"
"The time is just right, let's take action."
Intimidated by the man's strong pressure, several monks around him did not dare to step forward. The monk closest to the platform who was pushed and staggered was furious: "Who are you?"
Master Lingshu of Yuxiuchuan couldn't help but sigh. He sighed and sighed that he still had to find a way to leave this meat grinder: "You can go find the disciples of the sect, and we will discuss leaving."
The expressions of the monks of the Corpse Demon Sect changed dramatically, but they heard the ancestor in front of them say calmly: "Why are you panicking? Since the True Lord wants to see our strength, let's show it."
"Get out of here, this is mine."
"The true king still wants to plot against us."
As soon as they heard the old demon Yuhuan speak, everyone immediately reacted. It seemed that the indifferent voice did not mention the demon cultivators of the Hehuan Sect, but they didn't know whether they had forgotten it or had some other meaning.
Hundreds of escaping lights and countless sword lights finally made other monks feel that something big was coming, but Yangcheng was too big, and even such a huge momentum still couldn't wake everyone up.
And this time.
Moreover, they can kill demonic cultivators, and demonic cultivators can also kill them.
The pudgy Jindan Grandmaster next to him is another one.
However, it was the high-level cultivators from various major sects who immediately noticed something was wrong.
The changes in the Treasure Building were not big for the whole of Yangcheng. The monks who were farther away did not even hear any news. It was not until they saw the flash of light that they felt a little inexplicable, but they still did not feel that there was any problem.
Without saying anything, everyone used their escape skills to rush in the direction of their disciples. When they came, they brought their mainstay with them, but it would be hard to explain if they disappeared.
"Who's going to stop..." Xiong San snorted and was about to reach out to grab the treasure on another booth.
The voice was like a ghost's low roar contained in the spirit's mouth.
"I didn't do anything, I just opened the formation to retrieve our sect's treasures." The faceless ghost looked up to the sky and laughed. They would not follow that person's rules for any auction.
However, the red scarf warriors exerted great pressure on the Qi-training monks, but had very little suppression power on the monks above the foundation level. The fights at higher levels became more fierce, and even several of the scarlet scarf warriors' tokens were broken.
"Anyone who kills the monks of the Blood Evil Sect and the Corpse Demon Sect will obtain treasures corresponding to their cultivation level."
"Most likely they already knew the news, or they didn't come with us."
"Pindao is about to kill the demon."
“What about the auction?”
The foundation-building monk raised his flying sword, but the flying sword seemed to pass through a layer of jellyfish ripples. When he came to his senses, the gentle-faced monk had already walked into the treasure pavilion.
"Someone, Dongchengfang Xiong San."
"Those who tamper with the booth will be killed!"
"kill."
The crumbling treasure pavilion was stabilized again.
Then he used Escape Light and flew to the place where the sect's token was shining.
More than a hundred golden elixir masters entered the auction, and thousands of foundation-building monks followed closely behind.
The old demon of Yuhuan from the Hehuan Sect said with lingering fear. At the same time, he was also glad in his heart. Fortunately, he had the support of True Monarch Nascent Soul, otherwise, the Hehuan Sect would also be a bargaining chip in the auction this time.
The golden elixir monk looking at the high-rise building had a firm gaze and at the same time his whole body turned into a mask of light. If Master Yueyan was here, he should be able to recognize this person, and he was one of the people who blocked him from going to Daheishan.
"Why don't you see fellow practitioners from the Wanfa Sect?" the master of the Yuling Sect asked in confusion. He searched for several times but did not see any monks from the Wanfa Sect. Obviously, many people from the Wanfa Sect also came. For example, that day he and I
They talked for a long time.
The bear-eyed qi-training monk pushed away the others in front of him, grabbed the bottle of the best qi-nourishing pill with his rough hands, and stared at the monks around him with a look of joy on his face.
"What did you do!" The foundation-building monk in the main hall looked at the shaking tall building in horror, then turned his eyes and stared at the golden elixir master in front of him who was showing his sharpness and using the treasure fan.
Not to mention the foundation-building monks, even the golden elixir masters were red-eyed for a while, that is, they could still restrain each other, otherwise they would have fought each other long ago.
The great monk of the White Bone Temple clasped his hands together, his fingers trembling slightly, looked at the familiar fellow monks beside him, and exclaimed: "It's broken, we are in the game!"
"If too many monks die, the higher-ups will also blame them."
Master Jifeng of Sunset Mountain frowned suddenly. He didn't know what the real master was doing, but by rubbing them like this, did he really think that they had no temper?
"What a courage!"
Master Qingxu of Qingyun Temple smiled indifferently, but his eyes sparkled with divine light, and the sharp sword energy of the Baofeng behind him surrounded him: "The auction is really boring, not as good as now. Since the real king intends to use us as swords, then he will kill us.
!”
A few moments.
At this time, outside the Bao Pavilion, Master Changshui stood next to Master Ziyang: "If you do this, will it cause too much noise? It will be difficult to explain to Steamed Bun later."
Master Tianzhi glanced at it and patted the copper coffin behind him.
As for other magic sects, although they do not bring as many backbone forces as the Ling sect, in fact they do not have many manpower at all.
The golden elixir masters in Yangcheng just raised their eyes and looked up, instead of taking to the air like the monks. They showed their coercion and activated the formation tokens in their hands to isolate the aftermath of the fight.
…
The garrisoned monks were in the air one after another, and the warriors connected to the entire Yangcheng formation appeared one after another to maintain order.
With the six sons of Shaoyang controlling the overall situation, and the actions of the elders of the four major families and affiliated families in the city, the order within Yangcheng did not collapse with the actions of those high-ranking cultivators. Even the residents in the city thought that the auction had started early.
.
puff.
Wealth and silk are alluring, let alone these thousands of rarely seen treasures.
"The last time the fight was not pleasant enough, this time it will be more pleasant." Luck said as he stood up and said, "I think the juniors of the poor Taoist sect have also fallen into the urn, so I won't go with you."
Zi Shaoqing nodded and praised: "Elder Ding is indeed the pillar of our Yangcheng." Then he turned the token and transmission talisman in his hand: "Elders and deacons of the garrison, please don't act rashly, everything remains as usual."
A melodious and indifferent voice sounded from the treasure pavilion: "Everyone is welcome to participate in this auction. The auction items are not calculated in spirit stones. Anyone who kills the remnants of the Spirit Demon Sect will receive treasures of the same level."
The figure stood on the spot, but his palms remained motionless. He only saw the round head explode into a rain of blood, and red and white splashed on everyone's faces, but they still didn't react.
Ding Chuanli had already gotten the inside information and would not take action without permission. He rushed to the treasure gathering building with the sword box on his back, appeared next to Zi Shaoqing and said: "Young Master, the order in the city is not disordered, only those hundreds of golden elixir masters and Buji
Countless foundation-building monks came to the treasure pavilion."
Just as he said to the monk with thick eyebrows, it is better to die according to the other party's arrangement than to fight for it.
At the same time, the foundation-building monk also sang, and the red scarf warriors were connected to the formation. Since these warriors can still show up and take action, it proves that the formation still exists. With the suppression of the formation, they can also slow down.
"The treasures of heaven and earth are right in front of you,"
Master Ziyang straightened his sleeves and said with a smile: "These things are not what we should care about. We will do whatever the Lord says, that's all."
Ziyang Zhenren's hand-kneading technique lit up the transmission talismans and said with a smile to all the Jindan elders: "If you are confident, you can also enter the auction house to participate in this unique auction."
As he spoke, his eyes as big as copper bells stared at the monks gathered not far away.
"Don't panic, everyone. The Red Scarf Warriors will not take action against you, as long as you are not good at handling the things on the display." The garrison's foundation-building monk said loudly from the high platform on the floor.
He came prepared this time, not only bringing the sect's heritage but also the spiritual treasures, and asked the people from the Lingmo Sect to fulfill their promise and hand over the great power inheritance to him.
There were not many monks from the Blood Fiend Sect, and there was only one Grandmaster of the Golden Pill, who was still unpopular in the sect. Hearing that indifferent voice, he cried out sadly: "Ugh, what a disaster.
The end is coming!"
"Fellow Taoist, don't be so pessimistic. Crises are both dangers and opportunities. We, the Lingmo Sect, are willing to lend a helping hand to our fellow Taoists."
It’s Chinese New Year, and the Blood Evil Sect, Corpse Demon Sect, and Spiritual Demon Sect Demon Cultivators are being auctioned.
The treasures of heaven, materials and earth must be obtained by the high cultivators themselves.
If the response to this auction is good, the Acacia Sect will be auctioned next time.
This chapter has been completed!