Daoying

Chapter 200 Ghost Mask Monk

Xie Huan got out of the box, wrapped himself in a concealed cloak, and sneaked towards that box.

Although the spiritual consciousness of ordinary monks is suppressed, it is better to be careful.

A monk in black robe walked out of the box, also wrapped himself tightly, and walked downstairs.

For ordinary items, let the maid deliver them, but for such a huge amount, the monks must deliver them in person.

Xie Huan followed carefully, and quietly floated up at the turning point, entered the range that his spiritual sense could detect, and immediately released his spiritual sense.

As soon as he touched the cultivator, he immediately sensed the realm of the other party, which turned out to be a fake pill.

"Who?!"

The black-robed monk suddenly noticed.

Although the fake pill can't release his spiritual sense, he can still sense it clearly when others probe him.

The black-robed monk turned back to the entrance in an instant, only to see a phantom darting away into the distance.

Anger burst out of his eyes, and he was about to chase, but suddenly stopped, and muttered to himself in convulsions: "That's not right! Outgoing divine sense, forming alchemy?"

His eyes were full of surprise, he watched the phantom disappear in front of him, his face was extremely ugly, after a moment of contemplation, he turned around and rushed to the backstage for delivery, quickening his pace.

Xie Huan's figure slowly reappeared, looking at the disappearing back of the black-robed monk and looking at the box at the same time, his eyes flickered.

The black-robed monk exclaimed just now. He forgot to modify his voice, but he was very familiar with it. It was Mr. Fan!

It's really a world where we don't meet each other.

To be able to meet here.

Xie Huan hesitated, Mr. Fan is here, is there any other acquaintances, such as Wei Daying?Hessian?
He looked at the box, his eyes flickering.

Is it worth buying Xiao Ping at such a high price?
Mr. Fan doesn't seem like a person with affection and intentions. The huge sum of money to buy Xiao Ping is just for love, or is there some other purpose?

After all, this amount of money is not a small amount to Mr. Fan.

Not long after, Mr. Fan came back with Xiao Ping and others.

Xie Huan flashed to a hidden place aside and watched quietly.

Mr. Fan knocked on the door, and it was opened by a beautiful maid. After everyone entered, the door was closed again.

The situation in the box was not detected, but Xie Huan felt that this matter must not be simple.

With Mr. Fan's strength and his status as an outsider, it is impossible to receive box treatment, and there must be a bigger master inside.

Xie Huan returned to his box.

When Shang Tao saw him coming back, he felt relieved, his heart was completely relieved, and he hurriedly said: "860 million photos have been taken."

He wiped the cold sweat from his brow, his hands trembling.

The price of the magic weapon is not expensive at 800 million, but the soul shell is special, it can only resist and enhance the soul power, and its resistance to ordinary attacks is very weak.

Therefore, for the vast majority of monks, it is not very useful, but for those who need it, it is an invaluable treasure.

Xie Huan took a look and found that the main bidder was the monk with the ghost mask.

When the price was approaching 1000 million, the sound gradually disappeared.

Without even thinking about it, Xie Huan said, "1000 million."

Sure enough... Shang Tao wiped the cold sweat off his face, Feng Yu You Ye's master is rich and self-willed.

"100 million."

The ghost mask monk made a low voice.

It was extremely uncomfortable to hear a rubbing in people's ears.

The monks beside him had already sat far away.

"200 million."

Xie Huan calmly followed.

"300 million."

"400 million."

The price continued to increase in millions, and neither of them seemed to care. They did not hesitate to increase the price every time, and their voices were as steady as ever, without any tremors.

It will soon be added to 2000 million.

It is the price quoted by the ghost mask monk.

There was no sound in the audience, and a needle could be heard in silence.

Xie Huan frowned and continued, "Twenty-one million."

After quoting the price, he heard Shang Tao's heart twitch violently.

"Two million for 2000."

The ghost-faced cultivator still followed unhurriedly.

"Oh, interesting."

Xie Huan stared at the monk with a ghost mask, suddenly smiled, and stopped quoting.

Long Jianxin's nervous hands were covered with cold sweat, but he couldn't restrain the ecstasy in his heart.

This magic weapon has at least doubled the premium, and his performance is going to explode.

Long Jianxin stabilized his mind, and shouted calmly: "One time at 2000 two million, two times at 2000 two million, three times at 2000 two million, deal!"

When the price came to an end, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the venue suddenly became lively with discussions.

Long Jianxin was even more happy from ear to ear: "Congratulations to this fellow Taoist, the price of 2000 million in [-] may be the highest in the audience!"

The ghost mask monk stood up, walked directly to the center of the auction, took out a storage bag, and threw it to Long Jianxin: "Check it."

Sensing his mind and spirit, Long Jian smiled and handed it to the maid beside him, and said politely and somewhat flatteringly, "Fellow Daoist, you can go to the backstage to make the delivery."

"No need, you can count them on the spot, and I also want the dragon fruit."

The monk with the ghost mask said in a low voice.

Long Jian's heart skipped a beat, and he said with a smile, "This fruit still has to be auctioned."

"This is not a real dragon pattern fruit, but a snake scale fruit. There are no scales on the real dragon pattern fruit, but nine purple lights."

The ghost mask monk said lightly.

Long Jianxin's complexion changed drastically, he suppressed his anger, and said with a sneer, "Your Excellency needs to talk nonsense, the origin of this fruit is very legitimate, there can be no falsehood."

"If you don't believe me, you can see for yourself whether it is a dragon pattern or a snake scale."

The ghost mask monk pointed to the spiritual fruit on the tray.

Everyone stretched their necks, stared wide-eyed, and commented endlessly: "It seems to be really snake scales", "Those lines are a little subtle, they really don't look like dragons, they look like snakes", "Such a big auction, there can be no fakes, right? "...

Long Jianxin shouted in a deep voice: "Fellow Daoist, don't talk nonsense and disturb the venue. It's too naive to tell the truth based on your words. If you can't produce more solid evidence, don't blame me for being rude!"

"Do you want evidence? I'll show you now."

The monk with the ghost mask chuckled, then came to the dragon-patterned fruit, stretched out his hand and grabbed it lightly, a stream of clouds rose from the fruit, as if there was the sound of a dragon chant inside.

With a flash of his eyes, he opened his mouth wide, stuffed the fruit into his mouth, and swallowed it.

"Grumble" sounded.

There was an instant deathly silence.

Xie Huan: "..."

Although he could see that there was something wrong with the ghost mask monk, he didn't expect it to be so outrageous.

He still wants to shoot this fruit...

"Hey, it's not delicious."

The ghost mask monk showed a weird smile.

When everyone was stunned and Long Jianxin didn't react, he grabbed the soul shell next to him with a flicker of his figure, and plundered it outside the auction in a blink of an eye.

Long Jianxin realized in an instant that he had met someone who robbed the field, and roared angrily: "Stay!"

A cold light appeared in his eyes, he opened his mouth suddenly, and let out a sound wave that pierced the air.

The lower abdomen collapsed, and a cloud of turbid air was spit out, circling rapidly in the air, turning into a phantom of a green dragon.

The whole venue was shaken, the loud sound of "嗡——" was like a dragon's chant, piercing the eardrums.

The figure of the ghost-masked cultivator froze in the air, and when he turned his head, he opened his bloody mouth and let out a sharp roar, like the howling of countless innocent souls in despair.

This gloomy and brittle voice was like a sickle, instantly cutting through the dragon's chant.

The green dragon phantom was also split into two.

Hearing the sound of "humming——", Long Jianxin's dragon chant suddenly choked in his throat, while the other party's sound waves hit the internal organs directly, and his blood surged for a while, and he spat out a mouthful of blood with a "wow".

"Shadow curse?"

Xie Huan watched quietly in the box, his pupils shrinking slightly.

He had seen this spell in Yan Wuji's jade slips before, but simply scanned it.

At this moment, countless golden lights suddenly appeared in the midair, interweaving into a big net, wrapping the ghost mask monk layer by layer.

The ghost-masked monk opened his mouth and spewed out a cloud of black blood, which quickly condensed into a scythe in the air, with bloody runes flashing on it.

With a sound of "Zheng", the giant scythe waved lightly, and all those golden net layers were broken.

But by the time the net of heaven and earth had arrived on the second floor, the gap was quickly filled.

As soon as the monk in the ghost mask retracted his sickle, his body suddenly exploded into a cloud of blood mist, turning into countless ghosts screaming and rushing in all directions.

"The great method of disintegrating ghosts?"

The suspicion in Xie Huan's eyes grew stronger.

This seems to be the technique taught by Xuanyin.

But the evil cultivators in this world, after all, are souls, blood, curses, etc., and they never change.

It is somewhat arbitrary to directly conclude that this person is a disciple of Xuanyin Sect.

And this strength, even if it can't compare with Yan Wuji, the difference will not be too far.

The venue suddenly became chaotic, and everyone fled out in a panic.

Those ghosts mixed in the crowd, "swish" rushed out of the venue, opening their mouths wide from time to time, biting the monk's whole body, swallowing blood and flesh.

"Everyone stay where they are!
"Otherwise kill without mercy!"

A powerful and mighty voice came, shaking everyone's heart.

Cultivator of alchemy!

I saw a few figures of monks appearing in the void, and they chased them out in a flash.

Shang Tao was dumbfounded.

It wasn't until Xie Huan rushed out that he came to his senses and hurriedly called out, "Fellow Daoist Pei!"

But there is no shadow of Xie Huan.

The exhibition suddenly became chaotic, and a large number of monks leaked out like flowing water.

After Xie Huan got out of the box, he rushed directly to the top of the Cancer building and cast his eyes of insight.

Among the large number of ghosts, only one is the real body.

This kind of escapism was performed on Popo Island, and it was almost impeccable.

Although the ghost itself is suppressed by the island domain, and the power of the escape technique is greatly reduced, for ordinary monks, it is impossible to capture the real body without divine consciousness.

Even for alchemy cultivators, the range of spiritual consciousness is too small, and it is difficult to identify it.

Unless it is like Xie Huan, who has extremely powerful pupil skills.

With a flash of his pupils, he saw the body of the ghost burrowing into the body of a cultivator, and was about to follow, when suddenly his divine sense moved, he looked towards a certain direction of the building, and said lightly, "Come out."

There was no movement in the place.

Xie Huan smiled softly: "If I don't come out, then I will leave."

Only then did a slight fluctuation appear in that place, and a beautiful woman with a shocked face slowly walked out, staring at Xie Huan with a pair of phoenix eyes, full of disbelief, and said in a daze: "You can release your spiritual sense?"

"Can't you too?"

Xie Huan looked at the other party, and with a flash of blue and silver light, he understood some basic information of the other party: 84, 62, 86... Oh no... It's the late stage of foundation establishment, with strong soul power.

(End of this chapter)