Emperor of Nine Suns

Chu Chen's spiritual thoughts suddenly came over, "It's okay, put a spiritual ring on me. How can this thing restrain me?"

"Really? You have to be careful not to underestimate this forbidden weapon."

"As far as I know, this kind of spiritual binding ring can bind the spiritual power of the late Tianhe realm. If your spiritual power is really bound..."

The girl's thoughts revealed worry.

"This thing is mainly made of deep sea purple gold mixed with silver and copper. It is indestructible to the human body. For me... I can eat this thing as soon as I am born."

Chu Chen's spiritual thoughts were filled with strong self-confidence.

Ling Xuan was stunned for a moment, and a smile couldn't help but appear in the depths of her eyes. She gently took the pale golden ring, and then put it on the left paw of the little silver roc.

The golden ring emitted a ray of pale golden light, and then automatically adjusted its size and was properly tied around the silver roc's ankle.

"I feel it. Can you break free?"

The girl asked again worriedly.

"In the blink of an eye."

Chu Chen calmly combed the feathers on his body, and said in a very casual tone, "Putting this on is like putting a layer of chicken roll on it."

Ling Xuan finally felt relieved, walked back to the corner of the auction house and sat down again.

When many bidders saw that the terrifying little roc bird had a spiritual ring on its claws, they also felt relieved, and the atmosphere began to become lively again.

"In ancient times, there was a divine bird named Peng. The Peng's back is unknown for its thousands of miles. It flew in anger, its wings were like clouds hanging from the sky. It soared upwards for ninety thousand miles, and it took six months to rest! "

Seeing that the situation was under control again, the old man in sackcloth stepped onto the stage and chanted to the crowd with great momentum.

"The golden-winged roc is the supreme bird! Since the most distant ancient times, it has been one of the most powerful divine beasts in the world, with unrivaled power!"

At this time, everyone had completely put away their previous contempt, and everyone looked solemn.

"And now, in order to let everyone feel the power of the mythical beast again in this auction, we have tried every means to invite a real mythical beast, a cub of a pure-blooded golden-winged roc!"

The little roc stood on the shelf, still looking half asleep.

But no matter how the monks looked at it, they all felt that it was extraordinary and breathtaking.

The Shenpeng is indeed a Shenpeng, he even sleeps so domineeringly!

"Everyone must have seen the power of this little roc bird just now. It is only in the state of a cub, but it can single-handedly control the life and death of dozens of green-blooded war dragons! When it grows up in the future, it will definitely be able to become a party. A giant protects a clan’s prosperity for hundreds of years!”

"Whoever wins the divine beast wins the world!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the whole place was in an uproar!

It is undeniable that the words of the old man in sackcloth were exaggerated, but from a certain aspect, they were real and there was no water in them.

In today's world, almost all living beings who have cultivated to the god-level realm cannot come out of the world, and most of them exist as the heritage of a clan.

Many people even believe that there are no living beings in the world who have cultivated to the level of gods.

There is a "godless world" between heaven and earth.

But the real top people understand that there is still God in this world.

Not to mention other things, Chu Chen once met a near-god-level white ape in Baili Taoyuan. He was extremely impressed by the power of transforming Baili Taoyuan into an ever-changing array with a wave of his hand.

God-level powerhouses remain hidden from the world, and even in the monk world for nearly a hundred years, there have been almost no incidents of god-level powerhouses taking action.

The most powerful people who travel the world and fight in all directions are people like the ten most powerful people in the evil path or the three elders of the Medicine Palace. Their cultivation is still far behind the real gods.

Just because a god-level strong person doesn't take action doesn't mean that a god-level strong person can't take action.

It's just that almost all the god-level powerhouses seem to have reached a common agreement secretly. Once all conflicts and contradictions reach their level, they will reach the end.

To a certain extent, it is this group of beings who have reached the god level who are the real rulers of this world.

Without reaching their level, you won’t even know what their agreement is.

If the clan can be protected by a divine beast, and when it reaches its peak and possesses the power of a god, then it will be qualified to participate in those agreements that belong exclusively to the gods, and then it will be qualified to dominate the world.

Those who win the divine beasts will win the world. This is definitely not just an empty talk, but a real and achievable fact.

"The starting price for this golden-winged roc's cub is 100 million spiritual stones, and each increase in price must not be less than 5 million spiritual stones!"

Seeing that the atmosphere in the entire auction house had been stirred up by him, and all the monks looked ready to move, the old man in sackcloth shouted out the starting price at the right time.

And almost as soon as he finished speaking, a strange voice came from the back seat, "One hundred and five million!"

This voice gives people a very strange feeling. It obviously sounds very childish, as if it is just the tone of a ten-year-old child, but it carries a sense of age and loneliness that has gone through vicissitudes and spans the ages.

This extremely conflicting figure made everyone in the scene subconsciously glance in the direction of the source of the figure.

This sight immediately shocked everyone.

It was actually a child, a little boy who looked about twelve or thirteen years old and was wearing a brocade robe.

His skin is white, his eyes are clear, and the smile on his face is innocent. He looks no different from an ordinary little boy.

Of course, the only difference is probably that the little boy is sitting in a bronze wheelchair and seems to have limited legs and feet.

However, I don't know why, when everyone looks at him, they can always sense an old, aged, and vicissitudes of life.

That was not some pretentious look or appearance, it seemed to be emanating from the deepest part of the soul, a true oldness that could not be concealed by the childish appearance.

The feeling of age far exceeded that of anyone present.

This is definitely an old monster, and an old monster far beyond what others imagine.

At least in Ling Xuan's opinion, the sense of crisis this old monster gave her was even greater than that of the old woman in gold robe from the late Tianhe period.

"I offer 110 million spiritual stones."

Master Kongzhao, who had previously bid for the Xuntian Dan, couldn't help but start taking action.

The War Blood Buddha Sect is one of the top sects in the Southern Sky Region and has strong strength, so the price offered is unambiguous.

"I'll pay 120 million!"

A delicate voice sounded, but it was a young and beautiful girl in red.

The girl's complexion was like snow, her eyebrows were picturesque, and the corners of her eyes were slightly raised, revealing an extremely shrewd look. ...

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