However, just because he gave up, it didn't mean that other monks also gave up.
Naturally, there is no chance of Nascent Soul, and if there is, I would not be willing to exchange it for a fifth-level low-grade magic weapon;
But blood crystals will always be in abundance as long as they are evil cultivators and blood demon cultivators.
In the end, this Ten Thousand Soul Banner, which cost the lives of countless mortals and monks, was bought by an evil cultivator with a withered face in the middle stage of Nascent Soul for 70,000 blood crystals.
"The next auction item...
Hey hey hey, this is a rare treasure, well preserved;
Fellow Taoists who practice the corpse way, please don’t miss it!”
Guiyanglao raised his hand, and a monk wearing a ghost mask brought a gray-faced monk's body to the stage.
Gu Changhuan frowned, this body was none other than He Rong!
“This is a swordsman who has almost reached the middle stage of Nascent Soul, and is the natural nemesis of monks like us;
Hehehe, if not..."
Before Guiyanglao finished speaking, a sharp sword energy was pointed directly at his face!
It’s Luo Yan!
Seeing this, the ghost goat man panicked and summoned a dense bone shield.
The bone shield and the spiritual sword connected, and a strong wave of spiritual energy suddenly erupted!
Seeing this change, all the monks summoned magic weapons in unison, and some of them even pointed their weapons at Luo Yan!
Gu Changhuan snorted coldly, and the aura of the God Transformation Stage instantly penetrated people's hearts like the frost and snow of nine cold days!
I saw his tone was solemn
"Those who act rashly will die!"
The monks present, except Luo Yan and Guiyanglao whose lives were at stake, all had to pause.
Gu Changhuan's eyes swept across the whole place, and after pausing for a moment on the four Nascent Souls, he looked at Luo Yan and Gui Yanglao, who were fighting fiercely.
The ghost sheep man saw Luo Yan coming at him fiercely. Although he was a little confused, he quickly reacted and took out his magic weapon to resist, and conveniently put He Rong's body away.
This completely angered Luo Yan. She was seen manipulating the spirit sword and launching a desperate attack on the ghost sheep. However, although the ghost sheep was not very capable, his magic weapons were good. For a moment, although Luo Yan
Although they had the upper hand, they were unable to push the ghost sheep into a desperate situation.
However, at this moment, Gu Changhuan suddenly felt a chill behind his back. He snorted coldly, flicked his left hand, and three blood-red needles exuding blood evil energy suddenly sank into the wall of the auction house.
If he didn't notice it in time, these three needles might really cause him some trouble.
"It seems that some people don't quite understand what I said."
After Gu Changhuan finished speaking, he disappeared instantly.
The next moment, the person hiding in the dark suddenly seemed to have been hit directly on the back by a heavy hammer, and his whole body was knocked out!
I saw a dark red figure suddenly passing through everyone's sight and falling, and then landed heavily on the wall with a "bang".
"It's Mr. Xuetian from the auction house!"
A monk in the early stage of Nascent Soul, whose face was as pale as paper, said in shock.
When the other three Nascent Soul cultivators heard this, their eyes became even more horrified.
Mr. Xue Tian of this auction house is a great monk in the late Nascent Soul stage. According to legend, he is only one step away from becoming a god!
Such a person has no power to fight back in front of this young man. Could it be that this man is the legendary monk who transforms into gods?
But why did the cultivator of the Transformation God appear here for no reason?
Several Nascent Soul cultivators were confused for a moment, but they did not dare to act rashly and even held their breath.
This is true for the Nascent Soul monks, let alone the Golden Dan and even those monks with lower cultivation levels.
Here, Gu Changhuan strolled up to Mr. Xuetian, who was already limp. With a slight lift of his fingers, Mr. Xuetian was lifted up.
At this moment, his entire spine had been broken, and even his face was so bloody that it was unclear what he looked like before.
Gu Changhuan made a "tsk" sound, lowered his head slightly and asked:
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
The man opened his mouth and mumbled something, but he couldn't understand it. Instead, a lot of blood spilled from his mouth.
Gu Changhuan looked at his vulnerable appearance and thought that this transformed spirit was indeed much better than Yuanying. He only used less than 50% of his strength in that kick just now.
It looked like he was just kicking people to pieces.
Gu Changhuan's consciousness swept over this man's body and found that this man's Nascent Soul, like his protective magic weapon, had been kicked to pieces.
No wonder this man didn't make any move to resist for a long time.
Gu Changhuan waved his hand and made a fist out of thin air. The man suddenly let out a howl of extreme pain, and his whole body turned into a ball of blood mist, and he could no longer die.
Gu Changhuan looked at the blood mist and suddenly thought of something. He turned his head, glanced at the four Nascent Soul cultivators one by one, and asked with a smile:
"You think, with such a good material, wouldn't it be a waste if I don't refine it into blood crystals?"
The four Nascent Soul cultivators looked at each other in confusion, not knowing whether they should answer or not, let alone how to answer.
Gu Changhuan's expression changed,
"Don't you understand what I'm saying?"
Hearing these somewhat familiar words, the four Nascent Soul Evil Cultivators suddenly raised their throats.
I saw the evil cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul, whose face was as pale as paper, saying arrogantly:
"senior······
What senior said is..."
Gu Changhuan smiled and said again:
"Since you've wasted it once, it's better not to waste it the second time, right?"
He said with a weird smile.
"not good!
Run away!"
The evil cultivator in the early stage of Nascent Soul changed his expression when he saw this. After shouting, blood flashed under his feet, turning into a ball of red light and escaping hastily outside the auction house!
The other three Nascent Soul Evil Cultivators were not slow to respond and used their methods to disappear in place.
However, would Gu Changhuan let them escape as he wished?
He snorted coldly and raised his hand to condense the talisman.
He was already very proficient in this method of condensing talismans in the void. It was even faster than drawing a talisman with a magic pen. In an instant, a golden talisman was condensed.
The next moment, thousands of golden lights shot out from it!
Rays of golden light were like strands of fairy ropes, shooting out in all directions from the center of the auction house!
This scene naturally alarmed the low-level evil cultivators in the city.
Wherever the golden light passed, the monks above the Zi Mansion were bound and crushed to death without exception!
These evil cultivators with strange methods and powerful abilities were as fragile as paper in front of the golden light!
And the four Nascent Soul Evil Cultivators were also tied into rice dumplings by the golden light cast by Gu Changhuan within three breaths!
Before they could use any other means, a golden bell fell from the sky, trapping them in it!
Then they discovered to their horror that they couldn't move their true energy under the shroud of the golden bell!
Even the physical body was so tightly bound by the golden rope that it was difficult to move.