The bidding for the Seventh Cauldron of Divine Movement Pills began, and all the monks became cautious, fearing that they would be accidentally led into the pit by the bloody massacre.

"Five hundred sacred stones," said the Sword Prison Emperor.

Wujiang bids: "Six hundred sacred stones."

…

Only the Four Cauldrons of Divine Movement Pills were left, and all the forces no longer retained them and took action one after another.

The Shenyou Dan can improve the cultivation level of the Hundred Flail Realm Great Sage, and is of great help to the Hunting Heaven Banquet. Even if you pay a little more, you still have to win one or two cauldrons.

Xue Tu saw that they were increasing the price too slowly, so he finally couldn't bear it anymore and shouted the price: "Fifteen hundred sacred stones."

Hearing his voice, the faces of all the monks participating in the bidding turned dark.

Killing is a common occurrence for monks in the hell realm. At this time, there are many great saints in the Hundred Flails Realm, with murderous intent emanating from their bodies. They hate the blood massacre to the core and want to trample him on the ground and rub him.

Don't look at the previous price of the Shenyou Dan, which has reached astronomical prices of two thousand, three thousand, or even eleven thousand. In fact, fifteen hundred divine stones are already its highest value.

The Sword Prison Emperor suddenly stood up, glared at Xue Tu with a threatening look, and shouted the price: "One thousand, six hundred sacred stones."

The Sword Prison Emperor is the most powerful person in the Immortal Vampire Clan's Qianwen Realm, so Xue Tu is naturally very afraid of him. He knows very well that if he continues to bid, the Sword Prison Emperor will definitely be offended.

However, Xue Tu is now unable to get off the tiger.

If the Sword Prison Emperor could buy a cauldron of Divine Movement Pills with 1,600 divine stones, how should he explain to Zhang Ruochen that he spent 3,000 divine stones to buy a single cauldron of Divine Movement Pills?

Compared to the Sword Prison Emperor, Xue Tu is more afraid of Zhang Ruochen.

"What a tragedy. Now we are in big trouble. If I had known earlier, I shouldn't have helped Zhang Ruochen bid. I have offended the Sword Prison Emperor. How could he make it easier for me at the Hunterian Banquet?"

Xue Tu's throat moved even more and he said: "Two thousand sacred stones!"

Then, he immediately added: "This is the final price of this saint. If anyone can pay a higher price, this cauldron of Shenyou Dan will belong to him."

"If the price of a single tripod is raised to more than 2,000 sacred stones, even if Zhang Ruochen knew the truth, he would have nothing to say." Xuetu thought in his mind.

In the auction house, all the monks looked at each other.

Is Xuetu crazy?

Deliberately raise the price to 2,000 sacred stones to openly challenge the Sword Prison Emperor?

No one believed Xue Tu's words. It was because he believed it earlier that the Son of Demon God mustered up the courage to quote a price of "two thousand and ten sacred stones", but was humiliated.

How could the Sword Prison Emperor make the same mistake as the Son of the Demon God?

"It is said that Xue Tu received the Blood Flame God of War mark and it swelled greatly."

"The Sword Prison Emperor is famous for his vengeance. Xuetu challenged him in front of so many monks. Where is the majesty of the undead vampire clan's number one master in the Thousand Questions Realm? He will definitely take revenge."

…

The Sword Prison Emperor's face was as heavy as iron, his pupils were blood red, and he said: "You shouldn't have done such a great job in Blood Massacre. I will wait until the Hunter Sky Banquet to settle this account with you slowly."

The Sword Prison Emperor sat back and gave up fighting for the Shenyou Dan.

The Seventh Cauldron of Divine Movement Pill was massacred with blood and photographed with two thousand sacred stones.

Xuetu didn't feel any joy. Instead, he looked sad. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that Zhang Ruochen was completely cheating him by asking him to bid on his behalf. The auction was not over yet, and he had already offended a large number of monks.

Now, I can only bite the bullet and continue bidding.

The Eighth Cauldron of Divine Movement Pill, Xue Tu was once again photographed with two thousand divine stones.

For the Ninth Cauldron of Divine Movement Pill, Xuetu shouted out the price of two thousand sacred stones. Finally, Wujiang couldn't help but take action and shouted out the price of two thousand sacred stones.

Xue Tu felt a sense of relief and said: "Congratulations to the Great Sage Ten Thousand Hands, this cauldron of Divine Movement Pill belongs to you."

When the Great Sage Qiluo announced, "Two thousand one hundred coins, deal done," Wujiang was still a little distracted and couldn't believe that he actually took the picture.

What a surprise!

Why so suddenly?

Why does Xue Tu play his cards completely out of line with common sense, making it completely invisible to people?

"It's true, Blood Massacre is the entrustment of Xinghai World's arrangement."

"In my opinion, Xinghai World's base price for Xue Tu is two thousand sacred stones."

"Originally, one could buy the Divine Movement Pill with only 1,500 divine stones, but Xuetu forced him to carry it to more than 2,000 divine stones. Those who are in charge will not die a good death."

"I don't know how much benefit Xinghai World has brought to Xue Tu."

"No matter how many benefits you get, it's of no use. The Blood Massacre has offended all the monks this time, and they will suffer a lot in the future."

…

The upper three clans took a pot of Shenyou Dan, and the representatives of the lower and middle clans all felt the pressure.

The last cauldron must be fought for no matter how high the price is.

So, when bidding for the Tenth Cauldron of Divine Movement Pill, even though Xue Tu didn't bid, they still raised the price to 2,800 pieces, and the seventh son of the Ghost Lord won it.

The auction continues.

Many monks came to participate, and there were many treasures for auction. All kinds of rarities emerged one after another. The whole day passed without ending.

The one with the weakest cultivation in the room was also a saint. No one felt sleepy. On the contrary, because the treasures introduced became more and more valuable, all the monks were in a state of extreme excitement.

On the first day of the auction, the final treasure was the Mingyang Divine Wheel.

The Holy Artifact of the Seven-Yuan King, a combat weapon once used by the gods of the Underworld, contains powerful divine power. As soon as the Underworld Divine Wheel was launched, it caused a sensation, and all forces competed to bid for it.

For this reason, twelve supreme saints, six demigods, and even two old men suspected of being gods participated in the bidding.

Originally, they came here for the Yuanhui level Illuminating Lotus and Divine Corpse, but for the Mingyang Divine Wheel, they fought to get there first.

Even the acting head of the Xuejue family, Qing Sheng Sheng, offered a price. However, because the competition was too fierce and the price exceeded 200,000 sacred stones, Qing Sheng Sheng had to give up.

"A vessel that can survive seven King's Heavenly Tribulations without being destroyed must be made from one of the top ten substances in the universe. It has also been tempered seven times by the power of heaven and earth. It will almost certainly be able to transform.

Become the supreme holy instrument."

"If I can take a photo of it, and then ask the Heavenly Master of Artifact Refining to help me refine it, in a few years, it will be transformed into a supreme holy instrument. At that time, I will be in charge of a supreme holy instrument.

The combat power will definitely increase greatly. It’s a pity, it’s a pity.”

Qingsheng Shengsheng's eyes were fixed on the Mingyang Divine Wheel on the auction stage, his heart was as sharp as a knife, and he felt regret for it.

After practicing for more than 10,000 years, Saint Qing Sheng still accumulated less than 200,000 sacred stones.

"It seems that the matter of improving the treatment of the head of the family must be raised with the God of War and cannot be delayed any longer." Qingsheng Sheng said secretly.

Xue Chen said: "Treasures like the Mingyang Divine Wheel can be used as important treasures of the clan. Who is so ignorant of cherishing them that they actually put them up for auction?"

Qingsheng Shengsheng quickly glared over and said solemnly and cautiously: "Xue Chen, be careful what you say. The person who can take out the Mingyang Divine Wheel for auction is probably a great god. Only gods can do such a generous thing. "

"If I'm not wrong, this god probably wants to buy divine corpses and is collecting divine stones on a large scale."

Seeing each and every big shot pushing the Mingyang Divine Wheel to a sky-high price in the fight, Xuetu was in a state of confusion.

"There are already 250,000 divine stones... No wonder Zhang Ruochen asked me to bid as much as I wanted. Damn it, if I had known, I should have attacked those divine sons and goddesses in the Heavenly Court on the Kunlun Realm Merit Battlefield. Why did I go there? Are you fighting with Zhang Ruochen? If I had robbed Mo Sheng back then, wouldn't the Mingyang Divine Wheel be mine? These sacred stones are also mine."

Xuetu slapped him on the face, his intestines turned green with regret, and he wished he could do it all over again.

If he had it to do over again, he would never go to the Sword Tomb or the Blood God Cult. He would only focus on one thing, robbing the sons, goddesses and leaders of all walks of life in heaven.

No.

Just grab Mo Sheng alone.

As long as you get the Mingyang Divine Wheel, why do you need other treasures?

"What are you thinking about?"

Zhang Ruochen's voice suddenly sounded behind Xue Tu.

Xuetu suddenly stood up and expressed his merit: "Senior brother, you finally came out. I have successfully completed the task. I only spent 16,000 sacred stones to capture the Seven Cauldrons of Divine Traveling Pill. I think of War Emperor Namoluo, I spent eleven thousand divine stones and only managed to capture one cauldron."

Zhang Ruochen didn't pay too much attention to the price, and murmured to himself: "Seven tripods, it's a bit much. However, since it is the most suitable elixir for the cultivation of the Hundred Flails Realm Great Sage, it doesn't matter if it is more."

Xuetu observed Zhang Ruochen carefully, showed a surprised look, and said: "Senior brother, you seem to have become a little different!"

"Yeah?"

Zhang Ruochen raised his right hand, contracted his fingers and clenched them into a fist without exerting much force.

However, a series of nine ripples appeared on the fist, spreading in all directions. Every time a ripple hit Xue Tu, his immortal body trembled.

When the ninth ripple hit, Xue Tu couldn't help but take a step back.

Although Xuetu was secretly surprised, he didn't think there was anything extraordinary about it. However, just as he was about to speak, a sharp pain came from his internal organs and even his bone marrow, and his body fell to one knee on the ground. .

"Senior brother, what did you do to me?" Xuetu said in pain.

Zhang Ruochen unclenched his fist and said: "I just condensed the holy will of boxing. Seeing you next to me, I couldn't help but test the power. I didn't exert much force, you should be okay?"

Xue Tu wanted to pretend to be seriously injured and vomited blood and fell to the ground to see if he could blackmail some sacred stones from Zhang Ruochen. If not, at least he could get the fiefdom back.

But after thinking about it for a while, I gave up.

How could Zhang Ruochen be so easy to deceive?
To be continued...