Necromancer Doomsday Walk

61 Sense of crisis

"One and a half million!"

This sound was not intense, nor did it have many ups and downs. It seemed quite dull.

However, this plain voice contains a unique meaning. It seems that it is restrained, with a kind of edge and sharpness, like a sword from outside the sky, appearing in an instant, tearing the sky apart in an instant,

Arrive.

As soon as this voice came out, the depression in the audience was immediately torn apart and shattered into pieces, making people breathe a sigh of relief unconsciously.

The moment this voice sounded, the moment the oppressive atmosphere in the whole place collapsed, Tang Fan's expression hidden under the robe of the source of darkness suddenly changed, his mental sea surged for no reason, and his eyebrows started to beat suddenly.

Because this voice did not come from Tang Fan, because the indifference and hidden edge in this voice made Tang Fan smell something unusual.

The smell was very unique, as if it was a danger, but it didn't seem to be. It was very complicated, and even Tang Fan himself couldn't explain it clearly.

Tang Fan's eyes fell on the VIP room where the sound came from, as if he had actually penetrated the wall and saw the people inside, but in fact, Tang Fan saw nothing.

A roll of spiritual power immediately penetrated into that VIP room.

A young man of mixed race, wearing a noble and gorgeous silver gold-edged swordsman's robe, was sitting on a soft and comfortable sofa, holding a wine glass in his hand, with a faint smile on his face as if he had achieved some goal.

When Tang Fan's mental power enveloped the young man and he was about to find out what was going on, the young man's eyelids trembled. If he felt something, his originally bright eyes suddenly burst out with an intense light, like two sword lights.

It seemed to burst out, piercing the void, and piercing everything.

This sharp gaze actually made Tang Fan feel a vague pain and pain from the mental level, as if Tang Fan's mental power had become flesh and blood, and the gaze was like a real sword.

Stab it on top.

Tang Fan was suddenly startled and immediately withdrew his prying spirit.

His heart was already filled with turbulent waves.

"He can actually feel my mental power, and even make my mental power feel threatened with his gaze. This person has an unusual smell. Maybe he is not a human on earth, but a person from

A professional from another time and space." Tang Fan's mind started to spin rapidly: "This person is very strong, maybe even higher than my current level, or even several levels higher, because judging from his appearance,

Probably not a mage."

"I didn't expect that in just over two years, the world would change so much. Even professionals from other time and space of this level appeared on the earth. It seems that the world will become more chaotic. I must find

If you have the opportunity to enhance your own strength, you must improve yourself as soon as possible."

A sense of crisis began to well up in Tang Fan's heart.

Suddenly Tang Fan remembered that when the devil came three years ago, he had an extremely strong sense of crisis in his heart. In order to get rid of that sense of crisis and become stronger, he kept fighting, entering the evil cave, and killing the zombie lord.

, all this is done to become stronger.

However, since leaving the Evil Cave and coming to this Storm Base, knowing the strength of the magic warriors here, Tang Fan's heart has calmed down without even knowing it.

, as if he gradually lost his sense of crisis and his fighting spirit.

Although he takes time to meditate every day, it seems to be because of a habit.

Born in sorrow and died in happiness!

This is not unreasonable.

If this continues, maybe when Tang Fan wakes up one day, it will be much too late.

Now, it may not be an opportunity, because the swordsman from another time and space made Tang Fan feel threatened again, and he felt a sense of crisis in his heart again.

This sense of crisis instantly prompted Tang Fan to wake up in time and understand what he should do.

"After this auction is over, I have to make preparations and arrangements. I must leave here, find an area with demons of the right level, and continue to kill demons to improve my strength."

Of course, if you want to leave, you also need to take Qin Taisheng and Qin Bingxin with you. The two of them have rare combat capabilities and strong strength.

Thoughts quickly passed through Tang Fan's mind. It seemed like a long time had passed, but in fact it was only a moment, a second or so. Tang Fan had already made a decision.

Now that he has made a decision, Tang Fan will naturally not continue to struggle with this problem. Soldiers will come to cover up the water and the soil. Once the problem occurs, he should solve it instead of blindly struggling with it, which will only make him feel extremely entangled.

"One and a half million once..." Jin Jiuzhi's voice suddenly sounded, and he looked around the audience: "One and a half million...the second time..."

But at this time, there was still no one else bidding.

Although there were a few people who moved their lips and wanted to make a sound, they ended up sighing helplessly. They... gave up...

"One and a half million...th..."

A smile appeared on the young swordsman's lips, as the final blow was about to be completed.

"One million and a half million."

Suddenly, another dull voice sounded. Amidst the dullness, it also carried a touch of pressure, a touch of mystery, and descended from the void.

The wooden hammer that Jin Jiuzhi raised and had dropped suddenly paused and stopped in mid-air, only one centimeter away from the backing board, as if it was being held up by an invisible force.

The smile hanging on the corner of the young swordsman's mouth froze instantly, and his face became stiff.

This feeling is very unpleasant, just like when you are about to reach the peak of some kind of exercise and feel extremely happy, but it is interrupted at that moment, very unhappy, extremely unhappy, a kind of want

The desire to draw a sword and kill immediately overflowed both body and mind.

The blue veins on his forehead popped out, and they were like earthworms crawling on them. They quickly spread to the entire face, making the handsome and delicate face instantly become as ferocious as an evil spirit. With a clang, the hand in his hand

The wine glass shattered, and the scarlet crystal liquid mixed with the broken glass shot out like bullets, making a rustling sound in the air.

The fragments of liquid that shot towards him were instantly resisted by an invisible energy, and seemed to freeze in mid-air. Immediately, it seemed like a storm swept past, and a faint cyan color appeared on the young man.

The swordsman's body flashed, and the fragments and liquids instantly turned into powder and shot towards the back...