I Am The Demon Emperor Kunpeng

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Kunpeng had already taken Mei Chaofeng, Huang Rong, and wealth with them and returned to their inn. At the same time, Ba Shan and Ba Er had just walked towards the door of the guest room.

Seeing Kunpeng and the others came back first, they couldn't help but be puzzled: "Master, why are you here?"

Huang Rong smiled: "Do you think your master is very weak? How can a few spirit race monks help him!"

"Then, those spirit races, are you killed?"

Kunpeng waved his hand: "I have thought about it. In the future, when we can't successfully conceal our breath, we must not kill the spiritual monks casually, otherwise they will collect the breath and hunt down by the whole demon world. It will be too troublesome."

"Can we cover up our breath?"

Huang Rong interrupted: "Of course it can be covered. Now, we are the dragon demon aura, and this aura is still a mixed demon aura. Even if they collect this aura, it is of no use at all."

Kunpeng was overjoyed: "Rong'er, what you said is too right." But immediately his face turned cold again, and he sighed, "Oh, it won't work. If we use the aura of the monster clan to cover up and kill the spirit clan, then They will definitely kill the corresponding monster race directly, or train them all into spirit bodies in advance."

"Then if we use the breath of the Spirit Race to kill the Spirit Race monk, can't we, brother?"

"This may be possible, but it is actually equivalent to creating chaos within them, making them doubt each other, and distracting their cohesion." Kun Peng said, clapping his hands, "Okay, Rong'er, this is a good way, just do it. But, Now, we still have to keep a low profile and wait until we get the news of Wang Jianjian Jue before we act."

"Good." Everyone agreed.

The next day, the auction officially opened. The five Kunpeng people transformed into other faces, divided into two groups, and entered the auction house on Dalong Street.

This auction house, from the outside, has only a few facades, but when you enter it, you find that the venue is terribly large, and the inside is already densely packed with people, I am afraid there are nearly a million people.

The entire venue was shrouded by a super-large barrier barrier, with hundreds of ninth-level spiritual cultivators hovering at the top of the barrier above the crowd. They were probably specially invited by the auction to maintain order.

In the middle of the auction room, there is a high platform, which is covered by a transparent barrier.

Huang Rong pursed his lips: "These spiritual cultivators are too careful? Hundreds of ninth-level cultivators are watching the scene, and they have to fence up the auction platform. Is there anyone who would dare to steal them?"

Ba Shan quickly whispered: "Master sister, don't say that. If they hear, they will definitely arrest us."

"Could it be that someone really dares to hit the auction house?"

"This is not necessarily true. In the face of interests, even the cultivators within the Spirit Race are completely possible to take action."

"Oh, I see, the cultivators within the Spirit Race were originally transformed from the ninth-order cultivators of the Demon Race. Although they have become the Spirit Race, there are always some differences in their bones."

"Yes."

Kunpeng seemed to have seen a sharp weapon for dividing the spirit race, and he was secretly delighted. This feature can be used. Just like Ge Hong, even if he became a spirit body, he still had to confront the demon. There may be many such monks in the spirit race.

"Quiet!" On the high stage, the soft voice of the ninth-level spirit stage host, boosted by spiritual power, pushed to the audience, everyone could hear clearly.

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