After Meng Zhong was knocked out, the giant bronze door suddenly closed tightly, and everything returned to silence, as if nothing had happened.
"puff!"
Another mouthful of blood spurted out from Meng Zhong's mouth.
His face was pale, and he got up from the ground in embarrassment.
No one dared to step forward to help.
Everyone looked at the tightly closed bronze door in shock. Among the hundreds of people on the field, there were many masters.
Among them were Dongfang Yanran, a terrifying powerhouse who was close to the supreme level, but they didn't see who made the move or how. In an instant, Meng Zhong was beaten until he vomited blood and his face was full of embarrassment.
"The midnight hour has arrived, please come in."
The middle-aged man said calmly: "Everyone who belongs to the year of Dragon or Snake will go back to their residences. Later, the staff will give you double the tickets and will make some compensation. Please forgive me."
After saying that, the middle-aged man didn't look at them again, turned around and left.
As the giant bronze door slowly opened again, everyone looked at each other. No one dared to speak anymore and followed the staff into the bronze door honestly. Those strong men who stood up to protest were also
His face was purple and blue from holding back, but with Meng Zhong's bloody example in front of them, they could only clench their fists and leave angrily.
After passing through the bronze door, the scene became extremely quiet for an instant.
In front of him is a long stone-shaped corridor with swaying lights on both sides of the corridor. This further confirms Dongfang Yanran's previous speculation that this temple hall is basically a mausoleum on the sea. In this way, the middle-aged man said that the owner of this place
, which made many people at the scene feel fearful. Their eyes looking around were full of fear, and they no longer had the arrogance they had before.
After passing through the corridor, everyone stood on an empty stone platform, and their vision suddenly became clear.
Everyone was in shock.
Because they discovered at this moment that they actually appeared in the main hall of a huge mausoleum!
Bronze wall lamps are all around, lighting up the huge main hall of the mausoleum. Inside the hall is a huge bronze main platform. On the platform, nine black iron chains thicker than an adult's waist firmly hang a huge black bronze coffin.
In mid-air, on top of the giant coffin, there are dragon carvings and phoenixes chiming in the Qishan Mountains, forming the force of nine dragons pulling the coffin, and the cry of divine birds. It is simple and elegant, with a simple and majestic momentum. It seems that everyone is standing in front of this giant coffin.
In front of the coffin, all the common people are ants, kneeling down to worship the gods!
The atmosphere in the entire main hall once condensed to freezing point.
All the people standing on the stone platform did not even dare to take a breath.
Even Lu Fan and Dongfang Yanran, who had already expected that the main hall was an ancient tomb, were shocked beyond measure by the scene in front of them.
His eyes widened, staring at the huge black bronze coffin hanging in mid-air, and his heart skipped a beat.
"Pap-pap-pap-pap."
In the deathly silence of the entire audience, a faint sound of applause sounded in the empty main hall of the mausoleum.
A black figure appeared on the stone platform under the bronze pavilion. He clapped his hands gently, but it formed an echo that could be heard clearly by everyone present.
"Thank you all for coming to the Ziwu Auction held every ten years in the underworld. I, Fan Wushe, am honored to host this auction and present to you each of the treasures that exist in legends and reality."
The middle-aged man's face was pale, and even from a long distance, his red eyes could be seen:
"So, please take a seat, our auction will begin now."