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

Yundu, Xingxu City!

Sanming Pavilion.

The huge pavilion was filled with the young leaders of various forces.

It can be seen that all forces intend to use this war between the two domains to train the younger generation.

But at this moment.

The atmosphere in the pavilion was somewhat inexplicably depressed.

There was a large cauldron with animal ears in each of the four corners of the southeast, northwest, and northeast. The mist of sandalwood turned into wisps of mist and sank into the pavilion, as if it was in some kind of paradise.

But in the eyes of the monks stationed in the Flame Demon Hall.

These sandalwoods that can calm the mind seem to have lost all their effects.

That's right.

The gate of the Flame Demon Hall was destroyed.

After such a big event, they, the "widows" of the Flame Demon Hall, no longer knew how to deal with themselves.

Especially Lou Lan and Huang Chen.

On weekdays.

As the chief guardian and the first disciple of the master of the ten major forces in the Northern Wilderness, how glorious are they?

But now.

In the huge attic, hundreds of eyes seemed to pierce his chest like sharp arrows.

It was as if the high and mighty gods fell in one day.

All the honors were gone in one day.

He seemed to have become some kind of sinner, waiting for the interrogation of various forces and countless cultivators.

At this moment.

Loulan lowered his head silently.

Overnight, his state of mind had changed completely.

The last bit of pride in his heart had long been wiped out.

He could only clench his hands.

He forced down his body that couldn't stop trembling, waiting for the judgment from fate, whether it was fair or not!

And the other disciples of the Flame Demon Hall were even more unbearable.

At this moment.

Regardless of gender, regardless of cultivation!

The corners of the eyes of those disciples were already red and swollen, and even some tears could be seen!

If ordinary people knew that these high and mighty immortals would cry, they would probably laugh their heads off!

Only Huang Chen!

The chief guardian of the Flame Demon Palace still sat on top of the Ten Chairmen.

He had no expression on his face.

He was surrounded by a deep and terrifying aura.

The Dao rhyme of the rules of the Flame Dao slowly permeated his body, just like the leaders of other forces.

But this great guardian who had black hair a few days ago...

has a head full of silver hair today.

In the Sanming Pavilion, all forces were restrained.

Only he didn't care about the eyes of the crowd, and madly showed his terrifying strength!

This straightforward move further confirmed the speculation in everyone's hearts.

It seems.

Has the Flame Demon Palace really perished?

So.

The seven major human forces headed by Bai Wuchen, the acting head of the Bai family, began to "negotiate" with Huang Chen!

Huang Chen needed face, so Bai Wuchen and others gave him face.

At the meeting.

No one mentioned the extermination of the Flame Demon Palace.

But after some consultations, 80% of the industries left by the Flame Demon Palace were divided up by the other seven major forces.

So far.

The Flame Demon Palace, one of the ten major forces in the Northern Wilderness, has completely become a second-rate force!

...

At the same time!

The friction between the Northern Wilderness and the Central Plains is becoming more and more frequent.

Just when the human forces in the Northern Wilderness were having a headache because of the war between the two regions.

The territory of the demon race, the Four Sacred Mountains.

This is a primitive jungle that spans the Northern Wilderness and the Western Heavens.

In terms of area alone, it is nearly 40% the size of the Northern Wilderness.

But this is a wild forest that has existed since ancient times.

It is also the cultivation paradise that countless demon cultivators dream of!

The Four Sacred Mountains, the Eastern Mountains.

There are jagged rocks here.

It was like a barren mountain without any life.

On the ground veins, the pale white rocks were like dead bones on the roadside.

There was an inexplicable sense of sadness.

Within a radius of a hundred miles.

There was no green at all, only desolation and desolation.

This place was like a land that had been abandoned by the rules of life.

Under a cliff with a vertical drop of nearly a thousand meters, a magnificent city that was incompatible with the wild atmosphere of this place was built.

The waterfall that should have flowed down three thousand feet would be blown up by the strong wind when it fell in the air.

It turned into a mist that blocked the sky.

Under the sun, there was a burst of colorful colors.

Inside the huge city.

There was an inexplicable sense of desolation and desolation.

The wine shops, teahouses, and carriage roads in the city have been abandoned for a long time.

Even the bricks on the city wall showed a sign of decay and cracking.

It was like a dead city with no vitality.

Yes.

This was the holy land of the Qinglong clan, one of the four holy clans of the demon clan, Qingcheng!

But since the Jianmu tree in Qingcheng died, this holy land has long been in name only.

Only those great demon monks who have survived for thousands of years can occasionally recall the glory of Qingcheng.

As for the younger generation.

They have long forgotten what a holy land is!

But at this moment.

The huge city that had been deserted for more than a thousand years welcomed the bustle again.

Led by the Grand Elder Dongfang Luo of the Four Symbols Palace, many Dragon Transformation Realm cultivators of the Qinglong Clan followed behind.

Among them was Dongfang Shuang.

It can be seen from the positions of the crowd.

At this moment.

He... or rather, the light ball in his hand.

has become the object of everyone's protection.

After the Qinglong Clan, the three major forces such as the Suzaku Clan and the rest of the demon clans all sent people to participate in the ceremony.

Among them are many old acquaintances!

Nangong Que, the Grand Elder of the Suzaku Clan, Beiming Hai, the Grand Elder of the Xuanwu Clan, Xiguo Sha, the Grand Elder of the White Tiger Clan...

In fact.

Ever since Dongfang Shuang bought the ancient Bodhi tree and the Good Fortune Auction ended.

The Qinglong Clan has been working hard to prepare for one thing.

A major event that can affect the survival of the Qinglong Clan!

Use the ancient Bodhi tree to replace Jianmu and suppress the fate of the Qinglong Clan.

Now.

They finally found a way.

Outside Qingcheng, the great formation that had been sealed for a thousand years was finally opened again.

In an instant.

A burst of air filled with the rich fragrance of plant spirits suddenly spread.

So much so that many wastelands around Qingcheng actually showed the strange phenomenon of wild growth of plants and trees.

But the next second.

The wood spirit seemed to be powerless.

In an instant.

The little greenery that finally appeared outside Qingcheng also disappeared again at this moment.

Qinglong clan.

Countless demon monks who knew the inside story showed sentimental expressions.

"Jianmu is really dead!"

"Fortunately, Shuang found the ancient Bodhi tree!"

"Jianmu is dead, Bodhi is reborn, and my Qinglong clan is eternal!"

"..."

Yes.

The glory of the Qinglong clan was once built on that Jianmu.

But since Jianmu declined and died...

The fate of the Qinglong clan also began to go towards extinction!

In the past thousand years.

The Qinglong clan tried every possible way, but still could not maintain the vitality of Jianmu.

In the end, they could only choose to seal Jianmu and Qingcheng to delay the time of Jianmu's demise.

But doing so is no different from drinking poison to quench thirst.

Until this good fortune auction.

The moment he saw the ancient Bodhi tree, Dongfang Shuang already understood that the turning point of the Qinglong clan had appeared!

So he could shout out the incredible sky-high price at all costs.

But in fact.

In the eyes of countless Qinglong clan members, this price is simply too affordable.

Compared with the Qinglong clan's ten thousand years of clan fortune, the mere spiritual stone resources, let alone 40 million...

What about 80 million, or even hundreds of millions?