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Three months later, in a hall made of a kind of black metal in the center of Moyang City, about seventy or eighty figures were sitting upright.

These people have high cultivation levels and are in the realm of transformation of the Infant, while those with low cultivation levels are in the Foundation Establishment stage.

Some of the people used secret techniques or used treasures to cover up their appearance and figure. Most of them were low-level monks. Some were bold enough to show their true faces.

Most of the people here are those who are qualified to participate in the third round of auction after participating in the first two rounds of Demon Sun auctions. Some of them are cultivators from the Infant Transformation Realm who have received the invitation from the Ghost Demon Sect alone.

After a closer look, a figure in a Taoist robe was in it.

After Dongfang Mo caught Guiguzi before, he learned from him that there would be news of the Soul Breath Earth at this Demon Sun auction, and Guiguzi also came specifically for this thing.

If it were anything else, he would naturally not take it seriously, but if it were the Land of Spirit Breath, he had to look at it in front of it. The seven wonder trees on his body were almost at the verge of death. Only legendary spiritual objects such as the Land of Spirit Breath could have the possibility of reviving it.

Originally, he thought that this kind of thing would not exist in this star field, but he didn't expect that he would have some clues now.

Although this time it was just news about the Land of Spiritual Breath, and it was not that the Land of Spiritual Breath appeared at the auction, as long as there was hope, he would not let it go.

But what he didn't expect was that perhaps the news had already spread in secret, and many people were moved. As a result, in the last round of auctions, only a dozen or twenty people participated, but now it has been several times more.

"You can come to support me, really give me the face of the Ghost Demon Sect. This auction should be called an exchange conference. The rules are still the same as before. If you have anything you want to take action or need, you can go to the stage as long as you want."

At this moment, an old man with black hair but wrinkles stood up first and spoke.

After seeing this person, Dongfang Mo frowned, and he felt a little familiar with the voice of the person.

After a brief recollection, he suddenly remembered that when he was hunted by Han Ling in the Ghost Demon Sect, there was a huge stir in this city.

In the end, although he escaped, he alarmed a cultivator in the Infant Transformation Realm stationed in Moyang City. Although he had never seen this person, he thought that the one who was alarmed at the beginning should be this black-haired old man.

"Fellow Daoist Liu is indeed a quick talk, so Wen will throw a brick and attract jade first."

After this person finished speaking, an old man in the middle stage of the Infant Transformation Realm stood up.

As soon as the old man Fang appeared, Dongfang Mo became a little surprised. It was because he judged from the fact that he had several insect bags and bamboo tubes around his waist that this person should be from Wan Gu Sect.

After walking to the middle of the hall, the old man looked around and said, "Wen needs something called spiritual material. If any fellow Taoist has it, he will just say whatever he wants to exchange for."

Hearing his words, many of the monks in the Foundation Establishment and Pill Condensation Realm of the Cultivation and Pill Condensation Realm were looking at each other. Obviously, most of them had never heard of spiritual materials.

Only those monks in the Infant Transformation Realm still maintained the appearance of an old god and lived for hundreds of years. They still had some knowledge of spiritual materials, such as spiritual materials, that can cultivate spiritual insects and advance.

However, after the old man surnamed Wen finished speaking, there was a silence below, and it was obvious that no one could take out the spiritual material.

Dongfang Mo sneered in his heart. He had spiritual materials, but he couldn't even ask for such treasures, so how could he take them out and exchange them with this person? He even sneered at the last sentence of the old man surnamed Wen, "Whatever you want to exchange for?". This trick is okay to deceive low-level monks.

Seeing that everyone was silent, the old man surnamed Wen had a look of some anticipation, but finally became extremely disappointed. He shook his head and sat back.

"Hehe, spiritual materials are hard to come by. Fellow Daoist Wen didn't encounter this time, maybe he will meet them next time."

After this man stepped down, a middle-aged man in gorgeous clothes walked up and heard him look at the old man surnamed Wen and say.

After the words fell, he did not tell anything, and reached out to take out a square seal from his arms.

"This thing is the natal magic weapon of Taiyang Sanren, the Moro Seal. I need to exchange a Tianling flower with a medicinal properties of more than a thousand years. I don't know which fellow Taoist can have this thing."

"Taiyang Sanren..."

"Moro Seal..."

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, many people in the audience became turbulent.

Dongfang Mo thought for a moment and said that he had heard from Taiyang Sanren. It is said that this person was a famous person in the Eastern Region five hundred years ago.

Moreover, this person should be the only person in this star field who has broken through to the Shenyou Realm in the past thousand years.

However, unlike the ancestor of the Three Pure Land, this man barely broke through to the Shenyou Realm with the help of a strange treasure and many other backhands. He was already a strong man in the outside world. He didn't even withstand the first wave of lightning strikes descended from the star domain barrier, and was directly killed.

But even so, everyone knows this person's name. After all, he dares to try to break through to the Shenyou Realm to fight against the heavenly tribulation, rather than choose to sit on his own when the deadline. This courage is not something other cultivators in the Infant Realm dare to compare.

"Does Moro Seal? Lao Shi is a little interested in this thing, and it happens that Lao Shi also has a Tianling Flower with a medicinal properties of more than a thousand years. Should this fellow Taoist take a look?"

Just as many people whispered, an old voice suddenly came from a corner.

Hearing this, everyone turned around and saw an old woman.

"I said who is it? It turns out that it is Fellow Daoist Leng. Since Fellow Daoist Leng has this thing, we naturally have to exchange it."

After the words fell, the middle-aged man appeared in front of the old woman in a flash. Then a layer of black light spread across the two of them to block the crowd from peeping, and then they started talking in it.

Dongfang Mo took a look and then withdrew his gaze. The exchange conference was actually similar to the one he participated in on Netherworld Island. However, most of the people present were old monsters in the Infant Realm, and the things they exchanged were naturally not comparable to those ordinary people back then.

In the next half hour, he observed the transactions of more than ten people. Some of them got what they wanted, and naturally looked happy. Some of them got nothing and were a little frowning.

During this period, Dongfang Mo was as stable as Mount Tai, and did not take any action at all, nor did he come to the stage to express what he needed.

"Haha, let me show off my ugly face now."

An hour passed, just as everyone was almost gone, a burly man in his thirties shot out in an electric shock, stood in front of him, and said in a hunch.

"I think everyone here has come here for a piece of news this time, so I don't hide it anymore. This time I did bring a message about the whereabouts of the Land of Spiritual Breath."

“Wow…”

Although it was expected, after this person's words fell, everyone was still in an uproar, obviously very shocked.

The Land of Spirit Breath is a legendary thing. Not to mention seeing it, many of the people here have never heard of it.

After hearing the man's words, Dongfang Mo also felt a little excited and rubbed the whisk in his hand.

He is naturally very keen on the seventeenth-ranked thing on the list of strange stones in the world.

"Um?"

But for the next breath, he was slightly stunned.

Because for some reason, he always felt that the voice of the burly man in front of him was familiar.

When he thought for a moment and looked at the man on the stage, his heart suddenly jumped.

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