In the end, the defective atavistic demon blood was bought by Mu Wuyan after Ye Xuan lost his bid.
After handing over 750,000 magic crystals and getting the ancestral demon blood, Mu Wuyan was still happy for a while, although in the end he met a guy who wanted to shoot with him, which made him very unhappy and made him feel a pain in his body.
Mu Wuyan returned to the VIP room and looked at the last bidder with him with cold eyes.
Ye Xuan also felt his eyes scanning back and forth on him.
Ye Xuan sneered in his heart. He used illusions to hide his face. Who could recognize him?
Even if some of the alien races have some special secrets in their cultivation, at most it can be seen that they do not show their true colors to others.
Next, Ye Xuan closed his eyes slightly, as if he no longer cared about the auction below.
The auction below also went very smoothly under the auspices of Chen Fuxi.
"The eighteenth item, the Shocking Pill. This pill is a pill that can break through bottlenecks. If a Saint King realm practitioner takes this pill when he breaks through half a step of immortality, it will increase the chance of breakthrough by at least 10%..."
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One auction item after another appeared continuously, and the bidding was heard one after another. Whether it was the VIP room above or the tens of thousands of foreigners below, the bidding was fierce.
This was the first time Ye Xuan participated in an auction in the Demon Realm. He occasionally opened his eyes and looked at the fierce bidding atmosphere, his eyes flickering slightly.
It wasn't that Ye Xuan didn't have anything that he was particularly interested in, but some of the prices were so ridiculously high that he had no choice but to give up.
"The forty-eighth auction item is a rare item... It is a very rare god-level martial spirit!" Chen Fuxi smiled mysteriously and picked up something from the table.
"Martial spirit! It's actually a god-level martial spirit!!"
"I didn't expect that a god-level martial spirit would appear so quickly!?"
"This can already serve as the finale treasure in previous auctions."
After hearing Chen Fuxi's words, the venue suddenly went into an uproar, and everyone looked at the object in Chen Fuxi's hand in surprise.
Suddenly there was a feeling of surprise and astonishment.
It was actually a bronze-colored, simple rectangular small wooden box, much like a coffin that had been shrunk countless times.
After Chen Fuxi's fingertips lit a faint light on the wooden box, the wooden box suddenly opened a seam, and a stream of gray-blue smoke floated out from inside.
A gloomy aura of vicissitudes of life filled the air from the box at the next moment, permeating the entire auction house. Everyone felt a rotten atmosphere, containing endless resentment, rushing towards their faces.
"Yin Yang Sword Coffin! It is the martial spirit of a fallen human warrior. Unfortunately, when killing that human warrior, this martial spirit was severely damaged and has fallen to a martial spirit that is not at the god level.
The specific purpose and function of this Yin Yang Sword Coffin Spirit is unknown, but it is definitely an incredible spirit. Friends sitting here can take pictures and study it carefully. Perhaps it can be repaired and raised back to god level.
The base price of this martial spirit is 500,000 low-grade magic crystals. Each bid must not be less than 10,000 magic crystals. The bidding starts now."
Chen Fuxi held the small wooden coffin with a solemn expression, and used the protective light spirit to resist the attack of the decaying air. A trace of imperceptible embarrassment flashed in her eyes, and her voice spread around, and the entire auction house was filled with excitement.
It was quiet for a while.
Most of the tens of thousands of foreigners in the hall and the people in the VIP room above had strange expressions on their faces.
How can I bid if the purpose and function are unknown?
Moreover, it has fallen to the god level, so the price is a bit high.
The foreigners at the venue were all silent. If it were a true god-level martial spirit, ten million magic crystals would be worth it. But for this martial spirit that had fallen to the god level and was still badly damaged, five hundred thousand more magic crystals would be a bit expensive.
Chen Fuxi smiled bitterly in his heart. He had thought before that the appearance of this item would cause a cold reception.
"Five million magic crystals!" But at the next moment, a man's voice suddenly sounded, breaking the calm of the venue.
The sound was very sudden, coming from behind the main hall.
The person who made the bid was none other than Ye Xuan.
To others, the Yin Yang Sword Coffin Spirit might not be worth it, but to him...
There was excitement on Ye Xuan's face in his black robe. He was about to fuse a god-level sword-type martial spirit.
As for the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin, as long as it is in his hands, relying on the strength of his martial soul's reincarnation, he can repair it in an instant.
Moreover, when a gap was opened in the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin just now, revealing the evil aura, he found that the black sword in his Zhenluo Ring was shaking slightly!
Now the black sword is still trembling slightly in the Zhenluo Ring, which makes Ye Xuan a little worried, fearing that it will fly out directly.
You must know that this black sword was taken out by Ye Xuan only after narrowly escaping from the turbulence in the starry sky. Its mystery made even Ye Xuan palpitate. It actually moved at this time. This Yin Yang Sword Coffin must be extremely extraordinary!
The exquisite pupils appeared in Ye Xuan's eyes, and he wanted to look into the Yin Yang Sword Coffin to see what was inside, but was blocked by a mysterious force on the surface of the wooden coffin.
As a result, Ye Xuan became even more interested in the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin, and had a vague feeling that the Yin-Yang Sword Coffin was definitely an incredible god-level martial spirit.
Pang Yuxi sat next to Ye Xuan and was slightly stunned. Ye Xuan transmitted a few words to her, and she nodded, showing her understanding.
At this moment, some of the other aliens beside Ye Xuan shook their heads, feeling that the person next to him was an idiot.
The 'Yin Yang Sword Coffin' is obviously an unknown object, or it is seriously damaged. Who with any brains would take a picture of it?
Hearing someone bidding, Chen Fuxi couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. As long as someone bids, of course, even if no one wants to bid, the waiters in the auction hall will bid again.
"Fifty-one million magic crystals!" But on the other side of the hall, a woman's voice suddenly sounded. Everyone looked around and saw a woman wearing a gray robe with a bamboo hat on her head.
Ye Xuan frowned. He could feel that this woman was a strong swordsman, and her aura was extremely obscure.
"Five hundred and fifty thousand magic crystals!" Ye Xuan started bidding again.
"Five hundred and sixty thousand magic crystals!" The woman hesitated for a moment and then asked the price in a low voice.
"Six hundred thousand." Ye Xuan said as he sat firmly as a mountain.
When the sword cultivator woman heard Ye Xuan's bid, she shook her head with a wry smile and did not bid any more. For her, 600,000 magic crystals was no longer worth buying for this downgraded sword-type martial spirit.
Although my net worth is more than this, I don't want to pay too much for a martial soul that has been severely damaged.
"Seven hundred thousand magic crystals!" From a VIP room above, a young man's arrogant bidding sounded, his voice extremely proud.
Some foreigners at the scene were stunned.
Ye Xuan also frowned slightly.
This unit price is none other than Namu Wuyan.
Ye Xuan glanced at the VIP room, and then asked again for "710,000 magic crystals!"
He is determined to get this Yin Yang Sword Coffin.
"Eight hundred thousand!"
In the VIP room on the third floor, Mu Wuyan, who was wearing a brocade robe, sneered again and started bidding.
Mu Lingyan on the side frowned slightly, shook his head, and sighed softly, "Why bother with the dispute between spirits."
"Eight hundred and ten thousand!" Ye Xuan said with a somewhat ugly expression.
Then he added, "This is my last auction price. If it exceeds this amount, I will no longer bid."
Although Mu Wuyan was a sword cultivator, Ye Xuan knew that he was just here to disgust him and avenge his previous shooting.
When Mu Wuyan heard Ye Xuan's words, he hesitated slightly. He was a little unsure whether Ye Xuan would really stop shooting. He was a little afraid that if he continued shooting, the martial spirit would fall into his hands.