After receiving the blood donation full of spiritual power, several grimaces suddenly came to life, and they actually had the power to break free from the imprisonment of the Hundred Ghost Clothes.

As soon as Fang Fang escaped from the black smoke, he heard "plop" sounds one after another, and hundreds of ghost heads shattered at the same time and turned into nothing.

The black smoke shrank into a robe at the same time, covering Heishan again.

And after paying the price of cultivating the little ghost soul, there will naturally be corresponding changes.

In the midst of four cages made of Udumbara flowers, the Blood Demon Blade stopped its unnecessary temptation and stopped.

But it is not completely still. The blade vibrates slightly, from slow to fast, making a sharp trembling sound.

The miserable green will-o'-the-wisp attached to the blade is almost as clear as the blade itself.

When the blade shook to a certain limit, it finally started moving again.

The light of the sword suddenly became powerful, like lightning, criss-crossing each other, then chopped the four Udumbara flowers, which looked weak but were actually inexplicably tough, into pure vitality, and used brute force to break open the cage.

This Black Mountain is not only powerful in Yin Fire, but its attainments in swordsmanship are also outstanding.

Although he is not as good as Xie Duanyang, who has inherited the White Tiger Seven Kills, he is still a good player.

Seeing that the peace talks failed, Confucian scholar surnamed Chen looked really ugly, and there was anger in his heart.

Ignoring the four Udumbara flowers, I saw him holding the handle of the lamp tightly with his palm, activating another change of the glazed light lamp.

The lights rolled out, turning into a curtain of fire in front of him, laying down one layer of barriers after another, and at the same time he retreated.

Xie Duanyang glanced at it for a few times, and then looked away after watching the Blood Demon Blade break through three layers of protection.

The technical content this time is far less than that of the previous one, and it is not very sophisticated at all. In fact, it is just a competition of mana and cultivation.

Although Montenegro is the peak in its early days, it still boils down to one sentence.

Not mid-term.

The two of them don’t really want to fight to the death.

In this case, the result is very clear.

Sure enough.

After another half of the tea time passed, Heishan let out a muffled groan, recalled the Blood Demon Blade to his side, and set up thick black clouds to escape, without saying a harsh word.

"The power of this Buddha treasure is indeed not weak. I will come back to my fellow Taoists for advice after I go back to retreat and break through the middle stage!"

The Confucian scholar surnamed Chen clenched his left hand into a fist, with veins popping out on the back of his hand. However, after taking a few deep breaths, he still chose to suppress the murderous desire in his heart, returned to the venue as if nothing happened, and continued the unfinished auction.

Although they let each other go, thanks to their fighting skills, Liuli Guangming Lan attracted a lot of attention.

Many alchemy monks who had no intention of ending their lives have also become interested, thinking that they can fetch a good price with this lamp.

This is what the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen thought.

Xie Duanyang couldn't help but sigh when he saw this. If there were too many bidders for the pill-forming monks, he would never bid.

It seems that this thing has no chance with him after all.

But when the Confucian scholar surnamed Chen put the lamp back and was about to announce the start of the auction, someone else spoke.

"Brother Chen originally practiced the Confucian 'Zhongzhengguangjue', and the strange way was able to activate this lamp and exert its power.

But if it were someone else, I’m afraid it would be a big loss?”

Although the tone is questioning, the words are firm.

The Confucian scholar surnamed Chen's face twitched, but he still looked respectfully somewhere in the field, and smiled at an old man in a gray robe with gray hair.

"The old man really has a good eye!

Could it be that the seniors have also fallen in love with this thing? This is the best thing to do, so as not to let the pearl fall in secret."

The old man in gray clothes nodded first, then waved his hand.

"What the old man practices is neither Buddhism nor Confucianism. This lamp is just a decoration in my hands.

If it's in good condition, that's fine, but what's the use of this piece of junk now?"

After saying that, the old man shook his head and closed his eyes to rest in public, never to look at her again.

Hearing the old man commenting that it was shabby, the Confucian scholar named Chen did not dare to say anything, but smiled helplessly.

The reason is very simple. The old man is one of the few fake infant monks in the field.

Moreover, he has extremely senior qualifications. Even though he is both a Dan-Jie, he still has to consider himself to be half a generation younger.

Interrupted by the old man in gray, the originally heated atmosphere cooled down again.

Many alchemy monks who were already tempted have restrained their thoughts again.

Most of them know the old man, and even if they don't, the fake infant's cultivation is real.

Since it was said to be shabby, the Confucian scholar named Chen also acquiesced.

Obviously this lamp is not as beautiful as it appears.

Only Xie Duanyang's eyes couldn't help but light up again.

He had originally given up the idea of ​​obtaining this object, but who would have thought that there would be a twist and turn, and now it seems that it is somewhat possible.

In this way, Liuli Guangming Lan officially started shooting in this rather strange atmosphere.

"Thirty thousand spiritual stones!"

"Thirty-two thousand spiritual stones!"

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