I Have a City in a Different World

In Tang Zhen's mind, it is impossible not to attract the attention of the monks for treasures involving the power of the source.

Although the low-level cultivator cannot sense it, this treasure will automatically choose its owner and create some coincidences for the other party to get itself.

As an item of the same era as the gods, Yuanyuan Lingbao has such an ability, and it is even more magical.

The cultivator who appeared at the auction venue may not be the real owner of the treasure, but a porter at most.

Of course, this is just speculation. Before seeing the item, Tang Zhen couldn't be sure that these monks were attracted by the treasure.

There are still preparations that should be made. Following Tang Zhen's call, Cam has arrived quietly, and is staring coldly at this degenerate place.

For Kam, delicious food is everywhere here, and those greedy and filthy souls are the most delicious food in the eyes of the evil god.

Although he couldn't wait, Kam still honestly waited for Tang Zhen's order and never dared to act rashly.

The monks in the auction house had a vague sense of unease, as if something major was about to happen.

The cultivator's spirituality is far superior to others, and he has a vague hunch about the impending danger.

The king-level cultivator sitting in the auction house frowned even more. He constantly used his mental power to inspect the surroundings, trying to see what was wrong.

Compared with ordinary monks, the sense of crisis of the king-level monks is more obvious. For him, the sense of danger is as uncomfortable as needles.

This made the monk in charge determine one thing, there is a terrible existence eyeing the auction house, but he has never been able to find the other party's trace.

In a slightly tense atmosphere, the auction officially started.

A beautiful woman with a tall and slender figure in light clothing brought the same auction items to the auction table.

There are various types of auction items, including some items used by celebrities, as well as relics from ancient monuments, and some expensive nourishing medicines.

Each guest in the auction venue has different needs, which makes the appearance of each commodity trigger a moderate competition.

Before I knew it, most of the items were auctioned off, and an item similar to a metal mask was brought to the front of the stage.

"This is a special mask from a certain ruin. It is cast with simple and primitive patterns. Experts cannot determine its specific age, but it has a history of at least four or five thousand years."

After the auctioneer has introduced the item, he will follow the normal process to inform everyone that they can bid for the auction.

In the eyes of the auctioneer, this is just an antique. Although it looks old, it may not have much value.

As a result, just as he had such an idea, someone made a direct bid, and three customers made the bid at the same time.

Such an abnormal situation immediately caught the attention of other photographers, who wondered to themselves, what is so magical about this mask?

In the following time, the three-party cultivator groups competed around the mask, and finally sold for a sky-high price of 100,000.

According to the original estimate, the value of the mask did not exceed a thousand yuan, not even the final item of this auction.

It is such a thing, but it was sold for such a terrifying sky-high price, which has exceeded everyone's expectations.

When the auctioneer dropped the hammer, he hesitated, not knowing whether to finalize the auction, but hoped that the owner of the auction house could give him a hint.

Unexpectedly, until the end of the auction, he did not get the order to pass the auction, and finally he could only knock the auction hammer uneasy.

After successfully capturing the mask, the cultivators paid the auction fee on the spot, and then left with the mask on.

The other two cultivators jumped out and stopped each other from leaving unless the masks were left behind.

The party that succeeded in the auction naturally refused. How could they easily hand over what they got at a huge price?

When the three sides confronted each other,

The auction house sent a person in charge, asking them to leave immediately and settle their personal grievances outside.

It turned out that the owner of the auction house was warned, and immediately conducted a divination through magical items to confirm that this seemingly ordinary mask was actually a terrible and ominous thing.

The crisis sensed by the king-level cultivator comes from this mask, which will bring endless bad luck to the bearer.

Therefore, no matter how precious this thing is and how much secret it involves, it must not be left in the hands.

With such a large property, he no longer cares much about money and other things, and he only needs one word of stability in everything.

Therefore, during the auction process, the auction house never intervened, the purpose was to send this mask out.

Unexpectedly, after the auction was successful, such a change occurred, which really made the owner of the auction house extremely depressed.

In this case, the boss of the auction house can only send someone to persuade him to leave, because the longer the delay, the more likely things will change.

In the process of persuading him to leave, the king-level cultivator released his own aura to let the three-party cultivator know of his existence.

Sensing the breath of the king-level cultivator, the tense three parties restrained their anger, knowing that this is not the place to solve the problem.

Once the king-level cultivator is angered, it is not good for anyone.

Just as the three parties tacitly prepared to leave, a strange red light suddenly flashed in the eye socket of the metal mask in the box.

A young man among the interceptors suddenly had bloodshot eyes, and took out a revolver directly from his waist.

Before everyone came back to their senses, he pulled the trigger and knocked a member of the masked side to the ground.

"Damn bastard!"

The same curse came from different people's mouths.

Everyone knows that with this gunshot, things have gotten out of hand.

In the next instant, intense gunshots and energy fluctuations when casting spells appeared in the auction hall at the same time.

Most of the cultivation methods of the monks in the Haotian plane are related to strength, which makes their destructive power in battle quite huge.

But in the blink of an eye, the boxes were scattered, scaring the audience to flee for their lives.

There is also the unlucky guy, whose box was completely smashed, and the guests inside were either killed or injured.

Seeing this, the king-level cultivator guarding the auction house immediately took action, trying to suppress these troublemakers.

As a result, at this moment, the hidden forces behind the three sides of the battle rushed to the scene in no particular order.

The three king-level monks from the three forces gathered in the sky above the auction house at the same time, and they refused to give in to each other.

Coupled with the king-level cultivator sitting in the auction house, there are a total of four king-level powerhouses. This incident immediately attracted the attention of the hidden powerhouses.

As long as the strength reaches the king level, it is absolutely not allowed to shoot easily, otherwise it will easily affect the order of the world.

The appearance of four king-level monks at the same time means that there is a big problem, and if it is not done, there will be a disaster.

In the box of the auction hall, Tang Zhen picked up a cup of tea and slowly sipped the tea while the women around him watched.

"Sure enough, it is the source of spiritual treasure, and it has the characteristics of causing disaster. It may be the most appropriate to call this thing a mask of deceit and doom!"

When Tang Zhen said this, he turned his head to look at the terrified woman beside him, and said in a light tone: "You have one minute, remember to rush out desperately, if you can't do it, you will die here."

The woman was stunned for a moment, then slammed open the box door, went straight to the nearest window, and jumped from the second floor without hesitation.

The woman fell on the street, her ankle was broken, and the pain made her cry.

Soon she closed her mouth and looked at the auction house behind her in horror, watching the indescribable bitumen seeping out of the air, shrouding the entire auction house.

In the thick fog, a terrifying figure slowly appeared. It glanced around with greedy eyes, and finally landed in the auction house that seemed to be isolated from the real world.

"The evil god... is coming!"

The woman already understood what was going on. Ignoring the severe pain in her ankle, she desperately crawled across the street, trying to stay away from this terrifying purgatory on earth.

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