Nine suns stepping on the sky

King Hanxiang's pupils shrank suddenly, and then returned to normal, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, "It's been many years, and no one dared to ask to kill me, you are fine!"

He moved his fingers slightly, and the wave of destruction in the air suddenly rose sharply, and the faces of the servants of the five great gods became paler and paler.

But at this moment, his arm was suddenly pulled by someone, and the force between the two caused a powerful impact, causing the stone slab on the ground to break inch by inch in an instant and turn into powder.

"Give me a reason?" King Hanxiang turned around, his face was still calm, but his eyes were full of tyranny and madness.

Meng Zhuo's expression was stiff, and he lowered his voice and said, "Xiang Shuai, listen to me, and apologize to fellow Daoist Mo... Mo, today's matter will be revealed!"

King Hanxiang's face changed slightly, and then he chuckled, "So you know each other, but Meng Zhuo, you actually asked me to apologize." His voice became gentler, but his whole body was like a volcano erupting at any time, wanting to burn everything Into ashes!

"We were born and died together, and we have put our lives in each other's hands. You actually want me to bow my head because of a strange monk. Mengzhuo, do you have a fever in your head? My king will ask you one last question, whether you will help him today or not?" help me?"

"Xiang Shuai..."

"Help, or not?"

Meng Zhuo was silent, and after a few breaths he spoke slowly, "If you insist on going your own way, I will stand by Mo Daoyou." His voice was slightly hoarse, but he was extremely firm.

King Hanxiang suddenly raised his head and laughed wildly, his voice was like thunder, exploding in the air, rolling up the endless energy of heaven and earth, turning into a raging wind, tearing up the clouds and mists, and crackling the purple bamboo in the mountains.

His laughter stopped suddenly, and there was a loud "bang", which shook Meng Zhuo a few steps away, turned around and strode away.

"Ahem..." Mengzhuo coughed for a while, a trace of paleness appeared on his face, looking at his back, there was a wry smile in his eyes.He turned around and waved his hand to Vice President Xingyuan, "If you don't want too many people to die, you'd better follow immediately."

The vice president woke up like a dream, his face suddenly turned pale, he saluted the two of them hastily, and hurriedly chased them out.

When he left, Meng Zhuo showed awe on his face, and saluted respectfully, "See Mr. Mo! Xiang Shuai has no intention of offending you today, please don't be as knowledgeable as him!"

The servants of the five great gods were shocked, and their faces showed shock!After these years of contact, they have naturally realized that the master himself is not high in cultivation, and only by relying on the treasures in his hands can he face the monks of the king of gods.

But the scene in front of them directly overturned this idea in their hearts!

To be able to make a cultivator of the One God King beg for mercy so respectfully, this...what terrifying strength is required!

For a moment, Mo Yu's figure suddenly became more foggy in their eyes, and became unfathomable.

Only Li Zuyu vaguely guessed something, and in addition to being in awe, he felt annoyed. If he hadn't passed out when he was in Heize City, he might have known what happened after that day.But even so, it is certain that Mo Yu's master's strength is not just what he shows.

Thinking that he is not a high-level cultivation base, but possesses endlessly powerful treasures, forcibly refining king-level artifacts, and can make the god-king cultivation base so awed... Could it be said that the lord is the reincarnation of a super strong man? Body?

Li Zuyu's heart skipped a beat. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was so. Otherwise, why would he explain these things? Deep in his eyes, he couldn't help showing excitement.

Being able to be taken back by the lord and follow the lord may be the opportunity given to him by the heavens to change his destiny!

Mo Yu shook his head and said lightly: "Don't worry, it's not easy for me to kill a god king now, and I won't do it just for this matter."

Meng Zhuo's heart was shocked, and he couldn't help being more awed... It's not easy to kill a god king. The deeper meaning is that if he is willing to pay some price, killing a god king is not difficult for him.

"Thank you sir!"

Mo Yu seemed to speak inadvertently, "But after this incident, I'm afraid there will be some gaps between the two of you."

"Xiang Shuai experienced some things in his early years, and his temper became extremely paranoid and tyrannical. I persuaded him to restrain himself, and he got into a big disaster today. Fortunately, my lord is magnanimous and doesn't care about him." Meng Zhuo said with a wry smile, "As for the misunderstanding, Think of it as repaying him for saving his life back then, anyway, I owe it to him."

A hint of appreciation flashed in Mo Yu's eyes, he didn't say much, and suddenly said: "You are going to participate in the grand trading event once in a thousand years?"

Meng Zhuo was stunned, a strange look appeared on his face, he hesitated for a long time before he said carefully: "My lord, is it because of this?"

Mo Yu noticed something abnormal, frowned, and said, "Not bad."

Meng Zhuo didn't speak, but the strange look on his face became more and more intense, and he even raised his head and glanced at his face in offense, to make sure that Mo Yu really didn't know about it, so he coughed lightly and carefully organized his words to speak, " In fact, there should be no treasures that you can fancy at the trade conference held once in a thousand years."

Through his narration, Mo Yu finally understood the twists and turns.

It turns out that every thousand years, Yuanxing will hold a private transaction between the god-king ranks. At first, there were only a few participants, but as time passed, the reputation gradually became better, and it attracted more god-king rank powerhouses to come. The private transaction between the first few people gradually evolved into a very high-level transaction gathering.

God King monks gathered more and more, and in a short period of time, a large number of precious treasures appeared on the source star. Although most of them would be digested inside the God King trading party, there would always be some items that could not be sold, and The final destination of these items is the grand trading event held by the Star Source Chamber of Commerce every thousand years.

Items that can be traded by the god king, even if they have not been successfully sold, their rank and power are enough to make ordinary monks ecstatic and regard them as treasures, and they can be snapped up for auction without spending a lot of money.

It is precisely because of this that the Xingyuan Chamber of Commerce's once-in-a-thousand-year auction has become famous, attracting countless monks from the Exiled Star Sea to participate.

Mo Yu's expression turned ugly. The fair, which he valued so much, turned out to be a gathering place for "defective products" after high-level transactions. No matter who it is, it must be extremely depressing.

Meng Zhuo's heart tightened, fearing that the person in front of him would become angry from embarrassment, so he hurriedly said: "The God King Fair will be held three days before the Yuanxing Auction. I am one of the members of the fair. According to the regulations, I can bring a monk of the same level to enter. If so, I will personally invite you before the trade fair begins."

Mo Yu didn't refuse, nodded and said, "That's fine, I'll trouble you then."

"Meng Zhuo, junior, just call me by my name in the future. It is the luck of this junior to help you." He respectfully saluted, "If there is nothing else, Meng Zhuo will leave first, and you can rest without disturbing your lord."

Mo Yu waved his hand, Meng Zhuo relaxed slightly, stepped back a few steps, and then turned to leave.

But just as he was about to walk out of the courtyard, Mo Yu's faint voice suddenly sounded, "You did a good job before, but I would like to remind you, don't tell anyone my identity."

Meng Zhuo's heart was awe-inspiring, he turned around and saluted respectfully, "Yes, this junior understands."

The words fell, and then carefully opened the door and left.

Mo Yu stood where he was, thought for a while, and said softly, "Is there a Wang Jie trade fair? I hope it won't disappoint."

……

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and when Meng Zhuo appeared in the Purple Bamboo Courtyard again, it was already the day of the transaction.

"My lord, please follow me."

Mo Yu nodded, turned around and said, "Stay here and don't move around."

The five servants respectfully said yes, and watched the two leave.

Out of the courtyard, Meng Zhuo apologized in a low voice, straightened his body and walked side by side with Mo Yu, explaining softly, "I think my lord can sense it during this time, there are many god-king monks who have come to the elementary school. Yuan Secret Realm, and the trade fair is held here."

He paused for a while, as if he was trying to organize his words, and then said again: "The Wangjie Fair is different from the outside world. The exchange rules are basically barter, but Shenjing is an exception, and can be used to buy any item. In addition One point is extremely important, in the trade fair, if other monks are trading, the default is to not allow others to intervene in order to avoid unnecessary disputes."

Mo Yu nodded slightly and kept what he said in his heart. He came to the trade fair this time to buy treasures that would help him to be a little safer in the depths of the exiled star sea. Naturally, he didn't want any accidents.

Meng Zhuo explained in detail some matters that need to be paid attention to in the trade fair. After a while, the two of them had arrived outside a heavily guarded hall.

"My lords, please show me your token?" A man in black armor said in a deep voice.

Meng Zhuo took out a black order with his backhand.

The man in black armor swept his gaze, stepped back to one side, bowed his head and said, "Please, my lords."

Stepping into the main hall, several teleportation arrays were in operation, exuding obscure and low aura fluctuations, Mo Yu's eyes fell, and his brows could not help frowning slightly.

Meng Zhuo explained: "In order to cover up the aura of many kings, the trade fair is held in an independent space in the Chuyuan Secret Realm, and there is no problem with safety."

While talking, there were monks from the Star Source Chamber of Commerce carefully adjusting the formation, and when the two stepped into it, a flash of inspiration flashed and disappeared.

After one breath, when the forbidden formation around him dissipated, the figures of Mo Yu and Meng Zhuo appeared in a huge palace.

The huge pillars carved with dragons propped up the oval roof, and a crystal lamp with a size of tens of feet was suspended, emitting soft light, fully revealing the fibers shining here.

In the center of the main hall is a huge square table about two feet wide and nearly a hundred meters long. The whole body is polished with a whole piece of black jade, and countless exquisite textures are engraved on the edges.

Huge seats were arranged one by one on the left and right, and many monks were already seated in them.

The arrival of the two immediately attracted a lot of attention.

"God King Meng Zhuo!"

"Long time no see Mengzhuo!"

"Old Ghost Meng, your cultivation has indeed become stronger!"

Many acquainted god kings greeted him one after another, but their eyes were scrutinizing the black-robed youth beside him. After all, a fresh face always attracts more attention.

Mo Yu's expression was flat, as if he didn't see these gazes, there was no change on his face.

But the more this is the case, the more inscrutable it seems, and the monks who can enter here are all powerful kings, which makes the surrounding monks dare not be too presumptuous. After a little look, they all looked away.

Meng Zhuo bowed his hand in return, and walked straight to the long table with Mo Yu, randomly chose two adjacent chairs to sit down, and said in a low voice, "Everyone hasn't arrived yet, I guess it will take a while."

"It doesn't matter." Mo Yu glanced casually, and took in all the situation in the palace. Even though he was prepared, he still couldn't help being shocked.

But right now, no less than [-] god-king ranks have come to this temple, and the final number must be more than this!

Exile Star Sea, a narrow place composed of sixteen cultivation stars, can produce so many king-level powerhouses!

What's more, today, there must be some god kings who have not come due to various reasons. If this is the case, the number of god king monks exiled in the star sea will reach an extremely terrifying level!