Opening Auction Desolate Ancient Sacred Body

The people in the Shenhuang Continent were also moved by it. Seeing the two people's almost desperate slashing luck, it was like a lunatic, especially the heavenly Martial Saint had already slashed four times.

If he cut another one, it is estimated that the soldiers will be disbanded on the spot, and they will fly up on the spot.

His state was too weak, as if he had suffered a serious illness, he was unbearably wilted, his body was showing an unprecedented vanity, his face was frighteningly pale, his eyes were sunken, like an old man who was about to throw his sleeves away.

But he was clearly only a young man in his twenties before!

"It's already counted as the fifth knife!"

The people from Shenhuang mainland said silently.

The last time Martial Saint competed with Sensing Dao and slashed at the cliff, although the slash was not heavy, it didn't take long.

I haven't recovered yet, if I slash again, I'm afraid I will die!

Xia Ren, who had been stabbed four times, also sat there weakly and sluggishly. He was ready for the fifth stabbing, but when he noticed the situation of Martial Saint not far away, he felt compassion.

"boom!"

There are scriptures chanting in my heart, trying to suppress this compassion. People who practice are acting heaven-defying. If the opponent dies, there will be one less competitor. This should be a happy thing, why is there compassion?

It's just that the Martial Saint's condition is too weak, if he resists another blow, the opponent's blood will inevitably keep up with the next blow, then it is not a competition, but a person who should have a chance to become a false emperor. to die.

"Forget it!"

Sighing silently in the bottom of my heart, I no longer stepped forward.

Martial Saint smiled hoarsely, not because he didn't want to laugh, but because he didn't even have the strength to make a sound. He was still trying to recover himself with his little state, at least he had the possibility of bidding.

Complicated, heartache, pity, and reluctance are revealed in the eyes of the Lord of Martial Saint. It is precisely because he understands why the Holy Son is doing this that he is so heartbroken. He has paid such a price for Martial Saint, even if he enters the ancestral land of Martial Saint. must!

"What is the use!"

Long Tian said indifferently and ruthlessly

Touching others, touching himself, what use is it to this competition, since he is determined to compete for such a thing, he will naturally not repeat the same mistakes, and there will be changes, ruthlessly said:

"You can continue!"

Xia Ren took a deep breath, glanced at Long Tian'ao's position out of the corner of his eye, and then stared at the auction platform in front of him, revealing unparalleled sincerity and desire.

"One hundred million points of luck!"

He has ten million luck points in ten years.

Originally, there were 50 million points of luck.

Four cuts, totaling 170 million luck points!

This is all his possessions.

"110 million points of luck!"

Martial Saint said weakly, his eyes were also filled with unparalleled longing, and even in his own state, he no longer expects to change his destiny after taking this item. He only hopes that Saint Lord will practice near the auction house after getting it, and not stay away.

"120 million luck points!"

"130 million luck points!"

"140 million luck points!"

This was a competition between Tian Martial Saint and Penglai Xiandao Xia Ren. After Long Tian had a competition, he always watched it coldly, giving them a chance and space to compete.

The whole auction house was very quiet. Knowing how much these two people had paid to compete for this fairy scripture, they really couldn't bear to intervene and interfere. They knew that whoever got it among the two would be beheaded immediately.

Sudden loss of two Hundred Years of luck, as a young man, is unbearable!

Now it's just the last residual heat!

"150 million luck points!"

"160 million luck points!"

"170 million luck points!"

The two spoke in unison, this is the limit they can bid, but they all fell silent in unison, the limit is reached...they can no longer bid.

Xia Ren of Penglai Xiandao raised his head weakly, his eyes filled with longing. Since the winner could not be determined at this time, the next knife will definitely be cut, and the previous kindness disappeared without a trace in an instant.

Heavenly Martial Saint expressed sorrow, he was no longer impulsive just now, even if he cut the knife in the past, he might die even if the knife fell, and he would not even have the opportunity to bid, which inevitably added a bit of sadness.

Long Tian swept his eyes with an arrogant and indifferent expression, and said lightly:

"Don't be so embarrassing, 180 million luck points!"

"Wow!"

The entire auction hall was silent, and many people looked at it one after another, with surprise and horror in their eyes. They guessed that Long Tianao and Long Yuan's luck was at most ten years and 30 million, could it be...

more scary? !

Long Tian's arrogant and indifferent expression reveals indifference, he is indeed lucky to be thirty million in ten years, but he is enough to withstand seventy years of luck, twenty years more than ordinary people.

After all... this is a person who has a chance to become a fairy, and he has a lot of luck. After seventy years of luck, he won't be dispelled and ascended on the spot.

"I……"

The corners of Xia Ren's lips in Penglai Xiandao twitched.

"200 million points of luck!"

Another voice sounded, completely cutting off Xia Ren's thoughts.

He knew that even if he cut it once or even twice, he couldn't take it down, so he opened his mouth in a panic and sprayed thick blood, and fell into a coma.

"Um?"

Long Tian proudly frowned.

The one who is still qualified to compete with him now is naturally the dear Little Brother, Double Pupils is gazing coldly. If it was before, he would definitely choose to trick him, give this fairy scripture to his cousin, and kill people.

But after experiencing the divine phoenix technique, he hesitated.

He was worried that this dear Little Brother had other means, if another piece of Liu Ye appeared and stabbed him in the crotch, he would really be a dumb man eating coptis, and he couldn't tell the pain.

Actually.

At the time of Long Tianao's hesitation and thinking, even Long Yuan showed anxiety.

He already wondered if his cousin was going to trick him again. If the last Divine Phoenix Treasure Art hadn't been helped by Ji Ling, he would have been robbed, and he would probably be as weak as those two.

"Two hundred and ten million!"

Long Tianao took a deep breath, and revealed a limit number.

In the final analysis, I still dare not gamble, fearing that I cannot bear the consequences. If it crashes again, it may capsize in the gutter, and this dear Little Brother will rise because of it.

Long Yuan was silent.

Heaven Martial Saint is silent.

Everyone else was silent.

Boom!

Boom!

Only the sound of the auction hammer falling on the table made a crisp sound. This second fairy scripture was twisted and twisted, but it still fell into the hands of Long Tianao in the end.

Just curious...

Can Long Tianao bear this knife?

Seventy years of luck!

Even a person as talented as Long Tianao can't bear it, even if he barely bears it, his luck will be attenuated. After decades of Closed Door Training, he may have been surpassed by the time he leaves the customs!

Tian Martial Saint's eyes widened, and his eyes were full of unwillingness.

This world is not fair!

But he is also full of helplessness in the unwillingness, maybe this is his own fate!

Who made him born at such an untimely time, in such an era? !

ps: I really tried my best to describe this plot, but it's a pity that own writing is limited...

Sorry!