"My golden clan has bid for 3 billion."

"Three hundred and five billion."

"You are 500 million, and I will give you 4 billion."

The majestic Nether Palace shouted continuously, and the sounds were like a bell, which made the auction venue shaking. Because of an immortal immortal gold, the quasi-emperors in the prehistoric world were fighting for red faces and thick necks. The gunpowder smelled very strong at the scene, and there was a disagreement, so they started fighting on the spot.

Look at the cultivation of others, they are all very honest.

At first glance, whether the elders or younger generations, they all started to hold hands. They watched the show seriously, and they were shocked. They couldn't hide the embarrassment. Look at them, this is the auction, with 500 million or 500 million more, and a mouthful of it was a source stone mine, which was so powerful.

"Where can you kill people by comparing people?" said the elder cultivator.

"After living for a long time, I save more money."

"If the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world is robbed, how much money can you steal?"

"Your ideal is not only beautiful, but also very thoughtful."

"I haven't seen such a terrifying auction in many years." The thin old man sighed and said, every time the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world called for a price, his heart would tremble.

Ye Chen became much calmer, and he didn't say anything or say anything, just drank quietly.

Even more calm than Ye Chen, the old man Youming was also holding his hands and watching the show with his legs raised. The source stone obtained from this auction was far beyond expectations and the task was met. He was naturally not under pressure. With Ye Chen, he was not nervous at all and said with confidence in the pit god.

On the other hand, the quasi-emperors of the prehistoric world are still trying their best to increase their prices.

What kind of scene is this? It was obviously an auction held by Ren Xiu, but when Ren Xiu arrived, Ren Xiu became a spectator. Instead, the prehistoric world that came from afar became the protagonist, and everyone was watching them.

Is this the legendary counter-guard?

This sentence popped up in the minds of human cultivation.

Embarrassing, really embarrassing.

As the auction was approaching, the quasi-Emperor Taotie became fierce. He slapped the table, stood up in a flash, and raised the price to 10 billion in one breath. After quoting the price, the guy did not forget to turn his head and look around. Finally, he set his sights on other quasi-Emperors in the wild, which was quite provocative.

His price was indeed shocking, and he was directly intimidated by three quasi-emperor emperors who abandoned the auction.

"Taotie, you have such great courage." The junta emperor of Shin sneered.

"If you have money, you can get more money, you can avoid it." Taotie smiled and sat back, very arrogant.

Jun Wu's face looked ugly and his eyes were shining cold.

However, after anger, he did not increase the price again. It was not that he did not want to add it, but that the source stone was not powerful. He wasted a lot of money on hundreds of lots of items and was also cheated by Ye Chen for more than one billion. At the auction of the immortal immortal gold, he was at a disadvantage from the beginning.

Not far away, the expression of the Jinniu Quasi-Emperor was also cold enough.

His situation is not as good as that of the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric times. He brought the least money and was also the one who was cheated. Even the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the quasi-emperor of the storic times was not enough, let alone him.

Taotie looked contemptuous, ignoring the golden elves and the elves, and only looking at the quasi-emperor of the ghost elves.

Now, the auction of Immortal Immortal Gold is far from enough to see the cultivators of all heavens. More than a dozen quasi-emperors in the prehistoric world have basically been defeated. At this moment, only the ghost lords can really face him, because the ghost lords have the most money and the least they have been cheated. This is his strong enemy.

"You are ten million." Taotie looked at him and the ghost smiled faintly.

"One hundred and one billion." Taotie said in a deep voice.

"You're ten million."

"One Hundred and Two Billions."

"You're ten million."

Taotie and Guiwu, you say everything you say, it’s simple and clear. What’s domineering is that no matter how much the price Taotie increases, Guiwu will only increase by 10 million. Judging from his expression, there is no pressure at all.

However, their prices made people frightened.

More than one billion source stones can be built, so many mines can be piled up.

Such courage is beyond the reach of people's cultivation.

"One hundred and fifteen billion." Taotie was fierce again, his tone was very cold.

"You are ten million." Gui Yan's words came up in response. He was already lying on the seat, turning his finger leisurely, his mouth slightly raised, filled with smiles, and was playful and sucked.

"One Hundred and Sixty Billions." Taotie said coldly, his eyes covered with bloodshots, and his scarlet redness was terrifying.

"You're ten million."

"One Hundred and Seven Billions."

"You're ten million."

"Two hundred billion." Taotie's voice came out, and it manifested together. It also had momentum and the invisible power of the quasi-emperor, turning into thunder, tearing the space apart. Because of blood, the origin was full of devouring power, intertwined with the power of the quasi-emperor, outlining a series of terrible visions.

When people see this, their eyes suddenly change, and they have already stood up and hide to the edge.

Taotie's pressure is not a joke. It hides quickly, so there is no problem, but it hides slowly, such as a group of saints who squirt blood on the spot. What's more, the body explodes, and the quasi-emperor is only a human cultivator. His expression is unmoved and he is still. Taotie's pressure is directed at the ghost worm. Only the aftermath can't hurt them. You must know that they are also quasi-emperors.

The cultivators are cowardly, but the ghosts are not cowardly.

Although Taotie's power is strong, the ghost selves are not overwhelming. They fight with their momentum without any disadvantage. Their eyes are also full of blood, staring at Taotie with a gloomy smile, "Want to start fighting?"

"You will be destroyed." Taotie snorted coldly, his momentum even better.

"I'm afraid you won't succeed." Gui Wu sneered, and the heretics suddenly appeared and poked the void into a big hole.

Two quasi-emperors of the prehistoric world fought against each other, causing the Netherworld Pavilion to buzz and rust.

When the cultivator saw it, he retreated again. The seats were only Taotie and Guiwu, as well as a few quasi-emperors. Before the war between them, they saw the scene of destruction. The terrifying quasi-emperor's power spread, causing the copper pillars in the auction pavilion to collapse one by one.

"Fight, beat!" The thin old man was restless again, looking eager to try.

Not only him, but the people present practiced this mind.

If the two quasi-emperors of the prehistoric world start fighting at the auction, it will be fresh. Anyway, they are not their own family members, and no one feels sorry for them. They are all evil people. Even if they die together, they will be karma.

"Well? You're going to say something!" Ye Chen sent a message to the old man from the underworld.

Youming smiled without saying a word, but only raised his hand slightly and formed a seal with one hand.

Immediately, the space realm trembled greatly, and nine aurora lights soared into the sky, hanging in the vast and empty space, like nine scorching suns, shining in the world, and rays of light all blended with the power of the Emperor's Dao.

Imperial weapon?

Whether in the prehistoric world or in the heavenly cultivators, their expressions changed drastically, and they looked at nothing in disbelief.

puff!

Taotie bleed, staggering, and his eyes were full of horror.

puff!

The ghost bird also vomited blood, shaking, and almost fell.

"I'll just say it! The Netherworld is not a vegetarian, it can calm the scene."

"What a lineup of the Nine Supreme Emperor's Soldiers!"

"With these nine divine weapons to support the formation, more than a dozen quasi-emperors in the prehistoric world are far from enough."

When he was surprised to see the imperial weapon, the man cultivator suddenly felt confident and his waist was straightened.

"There are nine other emperor soldiers." Ye Chen also looked up and murmured. He had only noticed the Immortal Martial Emperor Sword before, but he didn't know that there was an imperial weapon, not one, but nine. Moreover, those imperial weapons, he had never seen before, were hidden in the Netherworld Continent, which made him even more curious about this land. If the ten imperial weapons gathered together, there must be secrets.

"Do you know where the Netherworld Continent came from?" Ye Chen looked at the thin old man sideways.

"God knows." The thin old man shrugged.

Ye Chen did not ask again, moved Zhou Tian's evolution and deduced it based on this Netherworld Pavilion.

Unfortunately, he didn't figure out anything.

In other words, there is a mysterious force in the dark that blocks his deduction.

interesting!

Ye Chen whispered softly, and took his magical powers and sat firmly on his feet.

The imperial soldiers intervened strongly, causing the two quasi-emperors to stop the battle instantly.

The two of them stopped, and the shaking Netherworld Pavilion was completely stabilized. The people who left their seats were all back. There were nine extreme emperor soldiers here, and they were afraid of a bird!

After an episode, the auction pavilion returned to its original state, and each returned to its seats.

When I went to see Gui Yan and Taotie, the two guys' faces were extremely ugly, and they were even a little hideous. Before they could decide the winner, they were cleaned up. As the quasi-emperor of the prehistoric world, they were very annoyed.

"If you dare to make trouble, you will die." Old Man Youming said lightly.

"I really underestimate Youming." Gui Yan sneered and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

"Fellow Taotie bid 20 billion, but someone has increased the bid." The old man from Netherworld looked at him without squinting.

"Add, naturally." The ghost sneer laughed and mocked, "He was ten million."

Now, Taotie finally stopped, sat down powerlessly, gritted his teeth, and his face was fierce. His huge eyes were covered with blood and was about to spit out blood. He was domineering and defeated more than a dozen quasi-emperors of the prehistoric world, but in the end, he lost to the ghost god.

But he lost not his combat power, but the source stone.

Seeing Taotie being defeated, Jin Qi and the others were all gloating. Aren’t you very awesome? Follow me! Keep following me! So what if you defeat me, you still lose.

As it turns out, if you don’t bring enough money, no matter how strong you are, you won’t be able to use it.
To be continued...