Archfiend

The black shadow of the giant beast in the sky disappeared in the air somehow. It was like a midnight orchid quietly flashing in the night.

Jin Zhenshan's heart was pounding wildly. He suppressed his excitement and suddenly felt something was wrong.

Jindan Palace... It was impossible to open it for no reason. Once the palace appeared, it meant that the real person took the incident very seriously. And Gusong... actually opened his palace!

"Tonight's competition will probably be more intense than I imagined..." He took a deep breath and prepared to receive the next distinguished guest.

A flying sword, a hundred meters long and more than ten meters wide, passed through the clouds and landed in front of Jindou Hall.

The sword body was simple, but the two words "Nangong" on it made people look up.

The demon cultivator Nangong family! Five half-step Jindan in one family! The demon cultivator family ranked first!

A blue lotus bloomed at the entrance of Jindou Hall. Dozens of old monks in cassocks walked out of the lotus that was dozens of meters wide. The leader, an old man who seemed to have died, chanted a Buddhist name for a long time: "Amitabha, this old monk is Qingzhan."

"Master Qingzhan... the abbot of Mount Wutai, half-step Jindan, he, he is here too?"

I don't know how many cultivators were stunned to see the people who came tonight. Each of them was a figure that shook the cultivation world!

A talisman mechanism blue bird landed in front of the door, and three female cultivators walked out of its belly. They had beautiful faces, but the spiritual pressure all over their bodies made people dare not peek.

Three half-step Jindan!

"This is Master Miaolian from Emei Miaoqing Temple..." Jin Zhenshan took a breath and immediately went to greet him.

Busy, painful, and enduring the terrifying spiritual pressure from the other party from time to time. Everyone in Jindou Hall is in dire straits at any time, but no one complains.

Those who came...at least half-step Jindan!

Such people, you can't meet them at ordinary times! You have to know that the head of Jindou Hall is only in the late stage of foundation building!

Time passed quickly. When the Xuanyuan family, the second-ranked demon cultivator, the Song family, the first human family in Zhuzhou, the Meng family, the first family in Mingshui, and the Hongmeng Village, the first family in Xichuan, entered the venue together, the welcoming ceremony was completed!

"Please! Fellow Taoists, please come!" Jin Zhenshan couldn't close his mouth. What auction can allow so many top family dojos at the same time?

No one can do it, but the auction of the Xingtian Legion did it! Their auction of Jindou Hall did it!

The four heads of the family and the four clan leaders, who were also half-step Jindan, smiled slightly, arched their hands, and were about to walk in. At this moment, a bell sounded suddenly at the end of the passage.

The sound was very crisp and small, but everyone present changed their faces at the same time, and looked at the Panlong Pokong Formation covering the entire Jindou Hall with great solemnity.

"This is..." The pupils of the head of the Meng family suddenly shrank. Everyone took a step back.

They saw... the Panlong Pokong Formation was slowly twisting!

It was as if an invisible giant was coming. This formation that could compete with the Great Perfection of Foundation Building was shaking and almost collapsing just because of the other party's footsteps!

Jindan Patriarch...

This word surged in everyone's mind.

Someone was riding a giant beast over 20 meters long. It was hard to tell what kind it was. There were dozens of seats on it. At the same time, the three giant beasts brought by him all touched the ground with their heads without a sound.

"Boom... Boom..." The ground was shaking slightly, and then, in less than three seconds, the Panlong Pokong Formation separated by itself.

Eight giants, each two meters tall, carried a sedan chair and appeared at the crack.

Everyone took a step back again. The eight giants carrying the sedan chair were all wearing Qing Dynasty costumes, with stiff limbs and sullen faces. Skin and bones. Only the enchanting red nails and pupils were so abrupt under the moon.

"Why, you don't welcome me?" Just when everyone was dumbfounded, an old voice came from the sedan chair.

Just one sentence, but it woke everyone up from a dream. Jin Zhenshan was the first to kneel down trembling, shouting: "Welcome the ancestor!!"

The others immediately knelt down in unison. Even the half-step Jindan was the same.

Half-step, after all, is not a Jindan.

Everyone's heart was already shaking wildly. This is the second unregistered Jindan ancestor!

No one dared to look up, no one dared to speak, the scene was dead silent.

Zombies carrying a sedan chair, this is not the scene of any known Jindan ancestor!

And on the sedan chair, there is a coffin!

That voice came from the coffin!

"Zila la..." The coffin, which had been there for who knows how many years, made a series of harsh friction sounds. A hand in an official robe, as pale as a ghost, stretched out from the coffin: "Where is the person in charge?"

"It's late, I'm here..." Jin Zhenshan walked up with a stiff face: "No, no, I don't know what the senior wants?"

"Little boy... tell me..." The voice seemed to be dead: "Are there any records of the assets of other old ghosts?"

"No... Reporting to the ancestor, I dare not ask about the affairs of the Jindan ancestor..."

Silence, after a moment, the coffin closed with a click, and a voice like a ghost sounded: "Hehe... Then I may have to fight for my things... I hope the things in the hands of other old things are not so good..."

"Yangtuo! Yangtuo!" Inside, Mao Ba Er trotted up, his dog face twisted: "Twelve... Twelve Jindan ancestors! Old monsters who ran out from who knows where! What should I do? What should I do!"

Xu Yangyi, Mao Baer, ​​and Li Zongyuan were walking in an antique corridor, and everyone had a small communication device hanging on their ears. Xu Yangyi looked unmoving, nodded deeply, and continued walking out.

"Yangtao, did you hear that?" Mao Baer couldn't bear it any longer. Jin Dan Patriarch, how majestic that is, but there are not ten of them here today! It actually reached twelve!

"Aren't you in a hurry?!" It raised its paw and looked at it: "There are five minutes left! There are five minutes left to start! You..."

"I'm anxious too." Xu Yangyi's eyes narrowed slightly, and then he looked at the end of the passage more firmly: "However, is it useful?"

Cat Baer suddenly became mute.

"You must be bold when things get tough. Is there any difference between the twelve Golden Elixir Ancestors... and the ten?"

Mao Baer opened his mouth, but had nothing to say.

"The day I come to the Golden Pill in the future will be the ancestor of the Thirteen Great Golden Pills." The sound of Xu Yangyi's leather shoes echoed in the corridor, and he said calmly, without moving his expression: "Now that I'm here, standing here, here. Everything must be done.”

"No matter how many people come and who we face, this is my Xingtian Legion and my Xu Yangyi's journey to leap forward."

"Brush!" The three of them walked to the end of the corridor, and he opened the huge red curtain in front of him without hesitation.

"Boom!" Inside, surging spiritual pressure surged out like a tidal wave! It even made the hair and clothes of the three of them fly violently!

That is...a truly huge illusion!

This place is very big, very big. Xu Yangyi can't see the specific figures, but he dares to say that the largest central commercial plaza in every first-level city is no more than this!

Inside the door, outside the door, two worlds.

Outside, there is a setting like an opera house, but it is in the ancient Chinese style. Above the head, there are twelve golden dragons, each of which is tens of meters long, entrenched in mid-air, and on them, there is an extremely exquisite building. Small pavilion. The carved beams and painted buildings are elegant and beautiful. Like twelve pavilions in the clouds, it captured everyone's attention!

However, the "doormen" standing in front of these pavilions with their heads bowed are all late-stage foundation-building monks!

Twelve golden elixirs!

Below, there are dozens of seats, and every seat is already occupied by people. There are not many people, but every one of them is a famous cultivating family in China.

Xu Yangyi's heart paused for a moment at this moment.

Without it, he had just appeared and before he stepped onto the auction stage, twelve equally powerful and unparalleled spiritual consciousnesses shot down from the clouds hundreds of meters away like sharp swords, nailing him directly. on the body.

One of them contained well-hidden murderous intent. Although it is weak, it is extremely deadly.

Ancestor Fuyun... Xu Yangyi closed his eyes, suppressing the feeling of being stared at by a prehistoric beast and sweating all over his forehead, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he opened his eyes, his eyes were clear.

Now that you've arrived, chosen and decided, there's nothing to be afraid of!

We look up to the sky and laugh loudly before going out. Are we from Penghao?

As monks, we compete with the sky for our destiny. How can we be like a rat and a rat at both ends?

"When..." At this moment, the clock struck a sound, and the scene suddenly fell silent.

"Brush..." With a soft sound, the whole space became ethereal, and a piece of light blue smoke like mist, with a faint but unforgettable fragrance, appeared in the space mist. among.

"The Fairy Mist Formation..." An old woman's eyes moved slightly: "The grand gathering of monks is completely different from that of mortals. The effects that monks want are difficult for mortals to imitate. Although this Fairy Mist Formation has no other use, it is setting off the atmosphere and brewing... In terms of environment, it’s really outstanding. Jin Doutang spent a lot of money this time..."

A few green fireflies rise in the light smoke. The scene is like a grassland at night, which makes people feel intoxicated.

After a while, the clouds of smoke dissipated, and a fat figure appeared on the auction stage. He smiled loudly and raised his hands to the surrounding people: "Fellow Taoists, I would like to ask you, Qi Zongkai, the master of Jin Dou Hall, to be polite."

Immediately, he bowed deeply in the air: "Juniors have met all seniors."

No one answered, everyone looked at the pavilion in the middle of the sky.

It is more majestic and majestic than other pavilions, especially the magnificent word "天" on the door, which is enough to silence everyone.

Tianzai Zhenren, half step Nascent Soul!

"No courtesy." A few seconds later, a faint voice came from the sky, and then there were no instructions.

Qi Zongkai took a deep breath, bowed again, and said loudly to the entire splendid room: "Everyone... Two hundred years later, the path of alchemy will be restarted. Today's auction will use the middle-grade spiritual stone as the benchmark. For bartering, this court will decide that the exchanged items are of equal value..."

"Baby..." A voice like a night owl came from a castle in the air: "Stop dawdling, I have participated in more auctions than you think, start now!"

"Yes..." Qi Zongkai took a few deep breaths and shouted: "The auction has officially begun!"