Record of Ascension by Hundred Refiners

"Fellow Taoists, after nearly a day of auctions, this monthly auction has only one final item left: a remnant treasure spread from the fairy world."

Following the sound of hearty words on the auction stage, Qin Fengming, who was sitting on the stone chair with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked at the hands of the monk who was presiding over the auction.

At this moment, in the hands of the middle-aged man at the pinnacle of spiritual mastery, there was a simple wooden box containing the remnant treasure.

The wooden box is not big, only two feet long, and is completely black. It should be carved from a very precious hard wood. There is a black light shining on the wooden box, and runes are wandering in it, completely sealing the items in the wooden box, and no breath can be revealed.

Not to mention the remaining treasure in the wooden box, this wooden box, in Qin Fengming's opinion, was worth a lot of spiritual stones. At least one million middle-grade spiritual stones cannot be obtained.

The reason for this judgment was that Qin Fengming was unable to see through the dim light on the wooden box with the power of his consciousness at this time. Such a powerful sealing rune power definitely did not come from the hands of the monks at this time.

The originally noisy auction scene suddenly calmed down with the middle-aged man's words.

The main reason why this auction attracted so many spiritual monks to participate was because of the remnant treasure passed down from the fairy world.

Imitation Lingbao is not uncommon in Duanshan City. Almost every few decades or hundreds of years, the auction house will put one up for auction. Of course, those imitation spiritual treasures produced by modern weapon training masters can only be regarded as imitations. Its power may not reach even half of the original body.

It's not even the slightest bit different from those imitation spiritual treasures passed down from ancient times. Even compared to some of the things that are destined to be possessed by the Theosophy monks, they may still be far inferior.

Although it may be more powerful than ordinary magic weapons, it can no longer attract many spiritual monks at this moment.

However, it is an imitation after all. For Huaying and Fusion monks, it is still a powerful life-saving thing.

It can be said that the imitation spiritual treasure just received less attention than the five bottles of ice marrow that Fang Liang took out.

However, as soon as the wooden box held by the middle-aged monk in his palm appeared, the eyes of thousands of monks present flashed with scorching light.

Things in the fairy world are things that can be encountered but not sought.

No matter whether you can get it in your hands or not, there is no harm in seeing it.

"This treasure,

It is inconvenient for Ye to elaborate on the source, but the preciousness of this thing is incomparable to those cherished spiritual herbs and materials. Fellow Taoists, please take a look at the actual object first, and then Ye will elaborate. "

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted, the middle-aged monk smiled slightly, said in his mouth, and pointed his fingers quickly. With the sound of several beams of forbidden energy falling on the wooden box, a black light suddenly flashed, and the closed wooden box suddenly popped open.

A clear cry sounded, a green light suddenly appeared, and a majestic wind and thunder aura that made most of the monks present suddenly swept across the entire square.

A slight howl of wind and thunder resounded, and all the monks present suddenly felt a hunting wind blade sweeping over them. Amidst the roar of the wind, a destructive aura unique to thunder and lightning also swept over everyone's bodies, causing the expressions of everyone present to change slightly.

A buzzing sound resounded, and the entire square was suddenly enveloped in a ball of fluorescent light.

The sweeping momentum of the hunting wind blade disappeared in an instant.

"A remnant treasure, a remnant treasure from the fairy world, is it so powerful?" A cry of surprise echoed throughout the square.

As long as the magic weapon is damaged, the sealing incantation of its body will be lost, and the majestic energy sealed in it will slowly dissipate. Over time, it is normal for it to turn into scrap metal.

However, this sword and magic weapon, which had obviously been broken, was still so powerful. Just the breath it released made the faces of the infant monks present suddenly change, and they were frightened.

The middle-aged monk made a secret with his hands, and the forbidden energy was released with his fingers, like ropes, quickly wrapping around the dagger that had just flashed out.

The middle-aged monk used hundreds of forbidden energies to finally restrain the dagger that was shaking in the air.

"Fellow Taoists, this dagger that has been broken in half is the last item for today's auction. If that fellow Taoist has any questions, he can come forward and inspect it in person. Ye only needs to release it, and fellow Taoist will take action. Imprisonment is enough to clear up the doubts in the minds of fellow Taoists."

After taking a long breath, the middle-aged monk looked at the other spiritual monks present and said.

Of course everyone present had doubts. Although they saw the power displayed by the broken sword, everyone present was doubtful if they were convinced that it was from the fairy world.

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, everyone was even more confused.

There was no pause for long, and several monks immediately flew onto the stone platform.

The middle-aged man surnamed Ye did not hesitate, and pointed with his finger, and immediately the buzzing sound of the imprisoned sword sounded, and then the sound of wind howling and thunder also filled the air.

At the gesture of the middle-aged man named Ye, one of the monks immediately pointed his finger, and several rays of forbidden energy swept towards the broken blade.

In an instant, the monk's expression suddenly changed in shock, and his body quickly retreated away.

Seeing the monk retreating from the auction stage, the middle-aged man surnamed Ye looked at another monk...

In just a few breaths, the seven monks who boarded the stone platform stepped back out of the stone platform with shocked expressions.

The seven monks were surrounded by other people, and they all asked in detail.

"The broken sword contains all the spirit patterns of the fairy world. When the divine consciousness touches it, a terrifying aura will attack quickly along the divine consciousness. If the released divine consciousness is not cut off quickly, I am afraid that the mind will They will all be damaged by it.”

Although the words spoken by the seven cultivators at the top of the spiritual realm who stabilized their minds were different, there was no deviation in their meaning.

After hearing what the seven people said, everyone still had doubts, but the number of people who were already eager to try it was greatly reduced.

However, some monks still flew onto the stage.

After two cups of tea, nearly a hundred monks had experienced it for themselves.

Everyone's expressions were the same. As soon as they touched the broken sword, their expressions suddenly changed and they quickly cut off their spiritual connection and flew back.

By this time, not many monks were on the stone platform anymore.

Although Qin Fengming could be sure from everyone's expressions and words that what everyone said was not false, he still stood up and followed the crowd to the stone platform.

When there were still three monks, the middle-aged man surnamed Ye looked at Qin Fengming, nodded at him, and indicated that he could use the confinement method to test the broken sword.

Qin Fengming looked at the broken sword, and instead of using the technique of controlling spirits and capturing objects like other monks, he made a secret with both hands and used a forbidden spirit pattern.

As the forbidden runes shot toward the broken sword, Qin Fengming's consciousness immediately came out, controlled the runes, and directly touched the cyan fluorescence surrounding the broken sword.

A ball of cyan light suddenly appeared on the spot as the forbidden spirit pattern submerged into the fluorescent light, shining like a bursting firework on the stone platform.