Hundred Refinements Ascension Record

"Fellow daoists, after nearly a day of auctions, there is only one finale item left in this monthly routine auction: a remnant treasure handed down from the fairy world."

With a hearty voice on the auction stage, Qin Fengming, who was sitting on the stone chair with his eyes closed, opened his eyes and looked at the hands of the cultivator presiding over the auction.

At this moment, in the hands of the middle-aged man at the top of the power, there is an ancient wooden box containing the remnant treasure.

The wooden box is not big, only two feet long, and the whole body is black. It should be carved from a very precious hard wood.There was a cloud of black light shining on the wooden box, and runes wandered in it, sealing all the items in the wooden box, not a trace of breath could be revealed.

Not to mention the remnant treasures in that wooden box, this wooden box, in Qin Fengming's opinion, is worth a lot of spirit stones.At least one million middle-grade spirit stones cannot be obtained.

The reason why he made such a judgment was because Qin Fengming was unable to see through the gloomy light above the wooden box with the power of his divine sense at this time.Such a powerful sealing rune power definitely did not come from the hands of monks at this time.

The originally noisy auction scene calmed down with the words of the middle-aged man.

The main reason why so many psychic cultivators were able to attract participation in this auction was because of the remnant treasure passed down from the fairy world.

Imitation spirit treasures are not uncommon in Broken Mountain City. Almost every few tens or hundreds of years, the auction house will put out one for auction.Of course, those imitation spirit treasures from modern master craftsmen can only be regarded as imitations.Its power may not even reach half of its body.

The difference from those imitation spirit treasures from ancient times is not 01:30.Even if it is compared to some natal things of the psychic monks, it may be greatly inferior.

Although it may be stronger than ordinary magic weapons, it can't attract many psychic monks at this moment.

However, it is an imitation after all, and it can still be regarded as a powerful life-saving item for the Infant Transformation and the Aggregation Cultivator.

It can be said that the imitation Lingbao received less attention than the five bottles of ice marrow that Fang Liang took out.

But at this moment, as soon as the wooden box held in the palm of the middle-aged monk appeared, the eyes of thousands of monks present all flashed a burning light.

Things in the fairy world are things that can't be met.

Regardless of whether you can get it in your hands or not, there is naturally no harm in seeing it.

"It's inconvenient for Ye Mou to elaborate on the source of this treasure, but the preciousness of this thing is not comparable to those precious spiritual herbs and materials. All fellow Taoists have a look at the real body first, and Ye Mou will explain in detail."

Seeing that everyone's attention was attracted, the middle-aged monk smiled slightly, and as he spoke, he pointed his fingers out quickly.With the sound of several forbidden energies falling on the wooden box, a cloud of black light suddenly flashed, and the closed wooden box suddenly popped open.

There was a clear cry, and a green glow suddenly appeared, and a majestic aura of wind and thunder suddenly swept across the entire square, which made most of the monks present tremble.

A slight sound of wind whistling and thunder resounded, and all the monks present felt a gust of hunting wind blades sweeping towards them.Amidst the sound of the wind, a destructive aura unique to thunder and lightning also swept over everyone's bodies, causing everyone's complexions to change slightly.

A humming sound resounded, and the entire square was immediately surrounded by a cluster of fluorescent light.

The sweeping momentum of the hunting wind blade disappeared in an instant.

"Remnant treasure, a remnant treasure from the fairy world, is it so powerful?" A cry of surprise resounded across the square in an instant.

As long as the magic weapon is damaged, the sealing spell of its body will be lost, and the majestic energy sealed in it will slowly dissipate. Over time, it will become broken copper and iron, which is very normal.

However, this sword and magic weapon, which was clearly broken, was still so powerful. Just the aura it released had already made the complexions of all the monks who had turned into infants present suddenly change, and their hearts were terrified.

The middle-aged monk made a formula with both hands, and one after another forbidden energy was sacrificed with his fingers, like a rope after another, quickly wrapped around the dagger that had just been flashed out.

The middle-aged monk sacrificed hundreds of forbidden energies before finally imprisoning the dagger trembling in the air.

"Fellow daoists, this half-broken dagger is the last item for today's auction. If that fellow daoist has any doubts, he can go up and check it out for himself. Ye Mou just needs to release it, and fellow daoist will make a move." Imprisonment is enough to clear up the confusion in the hearts of fellow Taoists."

Heaving a sigh of relief, the middle-aged monk glanced at the psychic monks present, and said in his mouth.

Of course everyone present had doubts.Although they saw the power displayed by the broken sword, they were sure that it was a thing from the fairy world, and everyone present had doubts in their hearts.

Hearing what the middle-aged man said, everyone was even more puzzled.

After a short pause, several monks flew onto the stone platform immediately.

The middle-aged man surnamed Ye did not hesitate, and pointed out his finger, and the humming sound of the broken sword that was imprisoned by him sounded immediately, followed by the sound of howling wind and thunder.

One of the cultivators pointed out immediately after the middle-aged man surnamed Ye pointed out that several forbidden energies swept towards Duan Ren.

In an instant, the cultivator's face suddenly changed, and his body quickly backed away.

Seeing the monk retreating from the auction stage, the middle-aged man surnamed Ye looked at another monk...

In just a few breaths, the seven monks who climbed onto the stone platform retreated from the stone platform with shocked expressions.

The seven monks, surrounded by other people, made detailed inquiries one after another.

"In the broken sword, all the spiritual patterns contained in the fairy world. When the divine sense touches, there will be a terrifying breath attacking along the divine sense. If you don't quickly cut off the released divine sense, I am afraid that your mind will be broken." will be damaged by it.”

Even though the words spoken by the seven peak cultivators who stabilized their minds were different, there was no slight deviation in the meaning they expressed.

When everyone heard the words of the seven, although they still had doubts, the number of people who were already eager to try was greatly reduced.

However, some monks still flew onto the stage.

After two cups of tea time, nearly a hundred monks have experienced it for themselves.

Everyone's expressions were the same, just as soon as they touched the broken sword, their expressions suddenly changed and they quickly cut off the connection with their spiritual consciousness, and flew back.

By this time, there were not many monks on the stone platform anymore.

Although from the expressions and words of the people, Qin Fengming was sure that what they said was not false, but he still stood up and followed the people behind him to the stone platform.

When there were still three monks, the middle-aged man surnamed Ye looked at Qin Fengming, nodded at him, and signaled that he could use the means of confinement to test the broken sword.

Qin Fengming looked at the Broken Sword, and did not directly resort to the technique of controlling spirits and capturing objects like other monks, but made a tactic with both hands, and sacrificed a forbidden spirit pattern.

As the forbidden runes shot towards the broken sword, Qin Fengming's spiritual consciousness also came out immediately, manipulating the runes, and directly touched the cyan fluorescent light that wrapped the broken sword.

A group of cyan light, following the forbidden spirit pattern submerging into the fluorescent light, suddenly landed on the spot, shining on the stone platform like a group of bursting fireworks.