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Chapter 3542 The soul pot

Baili Qiuling held the small bronze cauldron and said mysteriously: "Everyone, do you know the origin of this small bronze cauldron?"

Baili Qiuling's question aroused everyone's curiosity. Many people asked, what is the special origin of this small tripod?

"This small tripod was once used by the Immortal Lord of the Alchemy Formation to refine divine elixirs. Its name is the Small Immortal Lord Cauldron! Its value is inestimable, and it has great collection value." Baili Qiuling said with a normal expression.

"Immortal Lord Cauldron? It's impossible. Isn't the Immortal Lord Cauldron always in the Danzhen Immortal City? How could it be here? And I was lucky enough to see the Immortal Lord Cauldron back then. It was so majestic that the sky and the earth changed color. How could it be like this?

Woolen cloth?"

During the auction, some people immediately questioned Baili Qiuling, feeling that Baili Qiuling was fooling them.

Baili Qiuling was not in a hurry, she smiled and said: "Didn't I tell you? It's called the Xiaoxianjun Ding. You don't know. This small cauldron was used by the Danzhen Xianjun in his early years before he became famous.

Although the medicine cauldron is now broken and unusable, it has immeasurable collection value!"

"If that fellow Taoist is interested, you can auction it off and keep it as a collection! The starting price of this medicine cauldron is one million high-grade Tiandao Origin Crystals! Each increase in price must not be less than ten thousand."

The smile on Baili Qiuling's face was a little embarrassed. In fact, she also didn't understand. Although this was the medicinal cauldron used by the Immortal Lord of Danzhen, it was after all something he used in his early years, and it was so broken that it was almost scrapped.

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Such things really have no other use than collection.

She originally did not want to auction this thing or planned to lower the price of this thing, but the person who sent it to the auction place clearly asked for this price, which made her a little helpless.

As soon as Baili Qiuling finished speaking, the entire auction was eerily quiet, with no one bidding at all.

The monks who come here are not fools. Naturally, they come to the auction house to buy something useful for their cultivation.

And this small bronze cauldron has become such a junk thing that it can only be used as a collection.

Spending more than one million high-quality Tiandao origin crystals just to buy a collectible is a bit too extravagant.

Seeing that there was no sound of bidding at the scene, the expression on Baili Qiuling's face became more and more embarrassed, and her smile was a little forced.

"One million and one million!"

Just when Baili Qiuling thought that no one would take pictures of this small bronze tripod, a calm and hoarse voice sounded.

Everyone's eyes were focused on the owner of the bidding voice at this moment, and they found that he was a middle-aged man with a yellow face, very inconspicuous, and his cultivation level was also average.

"This man must be mentally ill. This is giving money to the auction house! Such useless things must be auctioned."

At the scene, many people secretly laughed at the yellow-faced middle-aged man.

And this yellow-faced middle-aged man was none other than Zhuo Wen who had dressed up in disguise.

His spiritual power was far more powerful than anyone else present. Even Nasuen's spiritual power was completely incomparable to Zhuo Wen's, so when he took out the small bronze cauldron, he had already carefully investigated the small bronze cauldron.

This small bronze cauldron is indeed in tatters and can hardly be used to refine divine elixirs. It is of no use except for viewing.

But Zhuo Wen discovered a very obscure restriction inside this small tripod.

This restriction is very weak, and even an ordinary half-step formation master may not be able to detect this obscure restriction.

In addition, this small bronze cauldron had something to do with the Immortal Lord of the Dan Formation, so Zhuo Wen made up his mind to auction the small bronze cauldron.

He suspected that there must be the secret of the Immortal Lord of the Alchemy Formation in this small bronze cauldron, and he did not want to let go of this possibility.

As soon as Zhuo Wen finished speaking, there were almost no bidders, but Zhuo Wen easily pocketed the small bronze tripod.

After he took the small bronze cauldron, he was not in a hurry to unlock the restriction in the small cauldron. Instead, he put it away and continued to wait in the auction.

Next, the items brought out in the auction became more and more precious, and the bidding on the spot became more and more fierce.

In particular, the many big shots in the VIP seats began to make offers. Apparently, even these big shots were tempted by the items that appeared later.

On the other hand, the demon monks in the lobby, although there were many of them, almost crowded, had all stopped, and the items behind them basically did not participate in the bidding.

They also knew that the items that appeared later in the auction were too precious and the prices were frighteningly high, which they simply could not afford.

Therefore, compared to the heated bidding for VIP seats, the huge lobby was actually much quieter.

"This is a soul-nurturing pot. It is an ancient object. It contains mysterious power and can nourish the soul. It has unimaginable benefits for the soul! Although this place has experienced countless years and is now broken, it still has some benefits for the soul.

Big benefit!”

"The base price of the Soul-nurturing Pot is 10 million Heavenly Origin Crystals! Each increase in price must not be less than 100,000! Start bidding now!"

Baili Qiuling took out a cyan porcelain pot, and a misty green energy surged on the surface of the porcelain pot.

When Zhuo Wen looked at the soul-nurturing pot, his eyes lit up. This kind of soul-nurturing item was extremely rare. There was such a thing in this auction.

Zhuo Wen possesses the overbearing divine soul attack method of Divine Soul Sword Intent, but every time he condenses the Divine Soul Sword Intent, it will cause great damage to his soul.

Even though his soul was transformed by the Ancient Hongmeng Stone and became much more powerful than before, the sword intent of the soul still caused great trauma to his soul, and he urgently needed some way to restore his soul.

And this soul-nurturing pot obviously fits his current situation.

As soon as the soul-nurturing pot appeared, the big shots at the VIP table started bidding, and the price of the soul-nurturing pot suddenly reached the level of 20 million heavenly source crystals.

This rapid increase shocked everyone.

Zhuo Wen did not bid immediately, he was waiting for the right opportunity.

When the price rose to 25 million, the bidding volume became significantly quieter.

Obviously, the price of the soul-nurturing pot has increased to such an extent that it has exceeded the budget of most monks.

"Thirty million Heavenly Dao Origin Crystals. I am the Poison King of Ten Thousand Sects. I hope all fellow Taoists will give me this soul-nurturing pot for my sake!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded in one of the VIP seats, and the original bidding sound suddenly stopped. Obviously, many people in the other VIP seats were afraid of this so-called Poison King of Ten Thousand Sects.

"It's actually the Poison King of Ten Thousand Sects! This is the most difficult casual cultivator to offend in the Demon Realm. It is said that he is already the second weakest cultivator. In addition, he has no family and no sect, so he has no worries at all. Whoever provokes this person will be

He will kill his descendants, he is a ruthless and unscrupulous Half-Step Heaven-breaking Realm expert!"

There were people talking quietly around him, looking in awe.

Zhuo Wen's eyes flickered, and he suddenly made an offer: "Thirty-one million!"

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of all the monks in the auction house fell on Zhuo Wen in the lobby.

No one expected that in the lobby of the auction house, there would be monks who dared to bid. Are they looking for death?


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