Fantasy: Auction of Hongmeng Purple Qi, the Dark Supreme goes crazy!

All the cultivators in the Northern Wilderness were shocked by the wealth of the three great families.

The three people involved were even more shocked.

Xiao Ruosong was dumbfounded.

Although Bai Wuchen was known as the son of the Bai family, his methods of doing things were traceable.

At least the bids were within his tone.

But...

Lin Tiannan, you old stubborn, why don't you play by the rules!

25 million high-quality spirit stones!

Xiao Ruosong was stunned by Lin Tiannan's offer.

Although the three halls and three sects have given up the fight, there are demons with ill intentions inside, and the cultivators in the Central Plains are eyeing them covetously outside...

Although Xiao Ruosong is the head of the family, the spirit stones he brought are only about 40 million, which is the maximum financial resources he can mobilize as the head of the family.

If he spends too much here...

In the subsequent auctions, I am afraid he will fall into a real passive position!

Xiao Ruosong's face showed some hesitation.

At the same time.

The Lin family in Beihuang.

Lin Tiannan looked unkempt.

His long gray and black hair was casually draped over his shoulders.

His eyebrows were half drooped.

His chin was untidy.

He looked like he hadn't woken up yet.

But Lin Tiannan had a terrifying aura.

It was like a volcano about to erupt, which made people dare not ignore it.

Facing the cold atmosphere at the auction at this moment.

Lin Tiannan's face was expressionless, but his eyes inadvertently glanced at Bai Wuchen, the younger generation of the Bai family, and his old friend Xiao Ruosong.

Ha!

He sneered in his heart.

Old buddy, you can't guess this now!

Lin Tiannan and Xiao Ruosong have known each other for many years, but now facing the interests of the family, he can only compete with him.

Just relying on these hundreds of years of friendship.

Xiao Ruosong!

He thought he could still easily control him!

After all, that guy was thoughtful if you put it nicely, but he was timid if you put it bluntly. Any little change would make him hesitate.

For example, his unreasonable price increase.

Lin Tiannan could almost guess Xiao Ruosong's mental state at the moment.

But.

When facing the young man of the Bai family who looked harmless but was actually very cunning.

Lin Tiannan couldn't help but frown.

The power of the Bai family should not be underestimated, and the Bai Wuchen in front of him was even more fearful.

He took the position of acting head of the family at the age of 18.

In the past hundred years.

Bai Wuchen was called acting head of the family, but he handled almost all the affairs of the Bai family!

Lin Tiannan looked at the boy with different eyes, and a little worry inexplicably appeared between his brows.

The fact was not beyond his expectation.

After Bai Wuchen heard this terrifying price that could be called a sky-high price.

Without any hesitation.

"Twenty-six million high-grade spirit stones!"

With just one sentence, Lin Tiannan understood how difficult Bai Wuchen was!

But before Lin Tiannan could think about it carefully.

In the Zhongzhou region, a sharp and endlessly excited voice slowly sounded.

"Twenty-eight million!"

Swish!

In an instant, everyone looked in the direction of the voice and saw a young man with a gloomy look.

But in the gloom, there was a hint of fanaticism!

A pattern of a towering tree appeared between his eyebrows.

At this moment.

The young man's eyes were already somewhat crazy.

It was Qingmu, the young patriarch of the Fusang tribe.

For other forces, the ancient Bodhi tree was just a big hand, an opportunity for enlightenment...

But for the Fusang tribe.

This was simply a great fortune.

After all, the ancestor of the Fusang tribe was an ancient Fusang tree.

There are many wood-related secrets in their tribe.

Not only can it shorten the time of cultivating the ancient Bodhi tree, but it can also use the power of the ancient Bodhi tree to make the next descendants of the Fusang tribe have some of the power of the ancient Bodhi tree!

This is simply a great opportunity.

Not to mention the descendants of the Fusang tribe today.

Even the ancestors of the past would be completely crazy if the Fusang giant tree came in person.

Therefore.

Qingmu's bid was not hesitant at all.

Even for him.

As long as he can buy this ancient Bodhi tree with spirit stones, he will make a lot of money no matter how many spirit stones he pays.

Unfortunately.

Qingmu didn't bring too many spirit stones on this trip, only about 40 million.

So Qingmu actually regretted it a little.

And the rest of the Zhongzhou cultivators narrowed their eyes one by one.

Zhang Daoling, the Dragon and Tiger Heavenly Master of Quanzhen Sect, flicked his whisk lightly, without a trace of worldly air between his eyebrows.

But it was just a light sentence.

This caused countless Zhongzhou monks to fall into deep thought.

"Ancient Bodhi tree?"

"It seems that the day of the rise of the Fusang tribe is just around the corner!"

There was no obvious tone in his voice.

However, the people of ZhongzhouThe monks were all shrewd and understood Zhang Daoling's meaning instantly.

The Fusang clan originally had the bloodline of the Fusang giant tree.

If they were allowed to take pictures of the ancient Bodhi tree, then a thousand years later, the overlord of Zhongzhou might only be the Fusang clan!

Such an obvious ambition naturally could not escape the eyes of many forces in Zhongzhou.

But it came relatively.

Qingmu of the Fusang clan was already so crazy that even if they wanted to, it would be difficult to stop him!

The three great families in the Northern Wilderness were not willing to be outdone.

Just about to speak.

Suddenly.

A cold and cold feeling filled with endless evil spirit filled the whole place.

Along with it appeared.

There was also an endless cold voice that seemed to come from the abyss of the Nine Netherworld.

"The Qinglong clan, Dongfang Shuang, bids 29 million high-quality spirit stones!"

The speaker was a man wearing a bright blue embroidered robe and armor.

His face was extremely handsome, even handsome to the extreme with a bit of evil!

There was a hint of dominance and arrogance between his eyebrows, as if he was above everything in the nine heavens.

On the top of his head.

Two ferocious dragon horns declared his unique identity.

The Qinglong clan.

Dongfang Shuang put his hands behind his back.

His left hand was like a beautiful jade in the world, slender and beautiful.

But his right arm was actually a ferocious dragon claw.

As one of the elders of the Four Symbols Palace of the demon clan, Dongfang Shuang was also the brother of the current Qinglong clan leader.

In terms of combat power, he was the undisputed number one of the Qinglong clan.

Since ancient times, the Vermillion Bird was in the south, belonging to the Lihuo, and the Qinglong was in the east, belonging to the Jianmu!

And the Qinglong clan's nest was the location of the last Jianmu in the Northern Wasteland.

But in the Dharma Ending Age, Jianmu was dead!

Without the nourishment of Jianmu's spiritual energy, the Qinglong clan has fallen into a desperate situation of external and internal troubles.

This time he came out in person to save the fate of the Qinglong clan.

Just at this moment, he met the real fortune.

"The ancient Bodhi tree belongs to my Qinglong clan!"

"Fellow Daoists, please don't make mistakes!"

Dongfang Shuang's voice is like his name, with an innate chill and murderous aura.

Obviously, this is a gathering of countless top cultivators from the two domains.

But surprisingly.

No one in the entire venue dared to question his strength.

That's right!

Since ancient times, the most important thing about the demon clan compared to the human race is a strong physique and a long lifespan.

Unfortunately, the demon clan is born with insufficient intelligence.

Therefore.

Although there are many demon cultivators in the demon clan, there are very few great cultivators who can really stand up to the test.

And because the inheritance of the demon clan has almost been cut off.

In this Potian Continent, there has been no demon race that has achieved great power for nearly ten thousand years.

Even so.

The demon race's fearless fighting style and the demon race's true body that is more terrifying than countless magical powers.

Still let them gain a place in Potian Continent.

The ultimate perfection of the demon race, especially the ultimate perfection cultivators of the Qinglong clan whose inheritance is still there, can be said to be invincible under the great power!

In the entire venue, who dares to ignore the words of such a great cultivator?

But...

The supreme fortune is right in front of us, and Dongfang Shuang's threat is meaningless.

"30 million!"

"31 million high-grade spirit stones!"

"32 million..."

The three major families and Qingmu of the Fuso clan did not hesitate at all.

The competition.

Still continues.

However, in terms of courage, these human forces are not as brave as Dongfang Shuang!

"38 million!"

Dongfang Shuang's words directly controlled the cultivators present for dozens of breaths.

"Fuck! Crazy!"

"How can you bid like that?"

"Are all of you demons so crazy?"

"Too scary! How come you added another 5 million high-grade spirit stones to the price?"